Elixir: A Gender Swap Story

The bottle glowed with inexplicable light. Dylan turned it around again and again, making certain it was not catching a sunbeam or somehow reflecting an LED. He did not hold it, instead choosing to leave it sitting on his desk. The door was locked, and the hallway outside it was quiet. His more raucous roommate, Anthony, would be nursing a small hangover in his room. It was unlikely to see him until after noon. The other roommate, Owen, would wake momentarily to stumble into the shower and get ready for class. Dylan had got up at the crack of dawn and retrieved the package from the spot he’d hidden it in the previous afternoon. Owen chided him for keeping secrets, but Dylan gladly took the ribs about ordering a sex doll or dildo rather than reveal what he’d actually purchased. The box, a second box within, a thick wrapping of bubble wrap, a thick felt bag, and finally a thin cardboard casing hid the bottle. Dylan had removed each layer of the packaging as though defusing a bomb, pausing after each layer to listen closely for the sound of his roommates stirring. In the end, the sixteen ounce rectangular bottle was placed gently on the center of his desk.

“The Elixir, a bottle of dreams cumming true,” read the small card attached to the bottle with a bit of elastic string. Beneath the name was a long paragraph of small print that Dylan read carefully, though he’d read it many times before. It was the boilerplate warning that came on all magical implements. Results could sometimes be unexpected, do not take more than the recommended dosage, consult a magical malady qualified magician immediately if something goes wrong. Dylan wished it were more specific. He wished it described in detail each and every possible feeling that could arise after consumption. He hated the unknown, though he was no stranger to magical dosings. Concentration concentrates were almost mandatory for studying. Hangover helpers were good, but expensive and only worked if you had a particularly nasty hangover and needed to get through it quickly, otherwise water worked just as well. He knew lots of guys had taken growers, but he’d never bothered since he didn’t have particular reason to. He also heard from a few female friends that growers were almost always impractical.

But for all the playful or nefarious concoctions that floated around at parties — and there were plenty of those. Sorority Swaps used growers as well, both on themselves and the male attendees. Dylan had gone to one with his friend Jillian. They warned people at the door, so it was easy enough to avoid, but most attendees came specifically for the raunchy romp. The growers were mixed in with the punch. The young men and women swigged down glass after glass. After an hour, the guys walked around bowlegged, and the girls spilled out of their tops. Dylan didn’t mind the show at first, but started to feel conspicuous once everyone abandoned clothing altogether. He left the party when a guy stepped out of his boxers to reveal a cock that hung down to his knees — despite it all, none was as controversial as the elixir.

The card continued on the back, “Directions: Consume half of bottle and wait thirty minutes. If nothing happens, take another teaspoon. It is important not to overdose.”

The overdoses were how Dylan first found out about it. The advice to not overdose was similar to a headache medicine’s recommended dose. An entire genre of pornography grew around overdosing on the elixir. Taking the whole bottle at once meant the transformation happened erratically and in huge bursts. Dylan could still remember the video he’d seen. An actor sat on a couch and pretended his wife brought him a drink. He swigged it down unsuspectingly and before he knew it, his body exploded with change. The pretense was flimsy, though Dylan knew of many girls who secretly dosed their boyfriends for some special fun. The true marvel was the change.

The man’s cock remained normal, albeit normal for a porn star, but his hips flared out to match a huge bubble butt. Enormous breasts jutted out from his chest, and his shoulders grew slimmer and more feminine. The actor feigned outrage at the actress as she started to strip. She then compared her tits and ass to that of her half changed husband before ordering him to put his still fat cock into her pussy. Dylan had never seen anything like it before, but knew it was something he would never outrun. Eventually the change completed, and the man’s cock disappeared as a pussy took its place. Of course, the wife then took a second bottle all in one gulp to make sure her husband got a similar experience as she did. The video was saved on Dylan’s computer, and he’d watched it again right before ordering the bottle.

He wasn’t positive what he wanted to do with it. Ordering it had been impulsive. He knew he wanted to have it and wanted something to come of it, but beyond that he had no idea. Though he didn’t realize it, he’d done a similar thing earlier in his life. He bought a box of condoms. At the time, he had no girlfriend and zero chance of having sex otherwise, but even so he’d had a compulsive need for the condoms. A byproduct of not liking the unknown was a tendency to over prepare. Dylan tucked the condoms away in his closet until he found a use for them, but he never shook the need for them. The elixir had been the same. At his core, he knew he wanted to use it. He wanted to live the fantasy he’d watched a hundred times over. Without the elixir it would be impossible, but with it, anything could happen. The bottle’s glow mesmerized him. His mouth watered, and he wanted to pull out the cork and glug down the bottle right that second. But then where would he be. Maybe his cock would vanish and he’d remain a man otherwise, stuck in that state for hours. It would be amusing to play with a pussy of his own, but that seemed like such a waste. On the other hand, he might grow breasts immediately and have to somehow explain to Owen and Anthony why he spontaneously had tits, not to mention the looks he’d get going to class.

One other idea stuck in his thoughts, but it was the forbidden one, the cardinal sin of the night life. After his classes, Dylan could take the bottle at the recommended dosage. Within an hour he would look nothing more like himself than a distant cousin, but female. He could put on the skirt and top that he’d had tucked away in the corner of his closet where no one would dare to look. He’d learned to put on make up as well. If he were careful, he could slip out of the apartment without either of the roommates knowing. From there it would be a night unlike any other he’d known. Some guy would start chatting with him, trying to steal deft looks at his poorly contained breasts. The guy would buy Dylan a drink while they chat. Slowly, a hand would come up to graze his hip and newly round butt. They’d leave the bar together, laughing, and head back to the guy’s apartment to have another drink. They’d never get to it though, stumbling in the door smothering each other in kisses. Dylan would feel the guy’s hands on his new body, squeezing and groping with a needful greed that he’d never experienced. Then they’d reach the bedroom and Dylan would shimmer out of his dress and show off the perfect curves and smooth skin of his female body while taking the guy’s cock in his hand and guiding it down to the wet lips between his thighs. The forbidden one. The absolute betrayal of trust.

Sometimes it went south. Dylan read the stories almost compulsively. A few years back, a guy went home with a woman and woke up next to a man. Must have been near the end of the potion’s effectiveness, and she changed back in her sleep. The guy freaked, unaware that the man and women were the same person, and reacted as one might when finding a naked stranger in their bed. Still, it was a joke often told. People came up with ridiculous myths. Like if you were about to fuck a woman, you had to ask to look for three marks at the top of her ass. If she had them, that was a sign of the Elixir. It was only a risk for one night stands so guys devised rigorous questions only women would know the answer to. Even though those same questions could easily be found by a quick internet search under “things to know so you don’t get caught”. Not all men cared, of course. Anthony among them. He’d waxed on about the potion during a late night drinking session. Dylan didn’t remember which of them brought it up or why, but he remembered Anthony’s thoughts on it quite clearly. Pussy is pussy, magic or not. Owen had not exactly agreed, though he didn’t make a fuss about it either.

Sounds in the hallway drew Dylan’s attention. With silent and quick movements, he tucked the bottle back into its bag and clutched it to his chest as he strained his ears towards the door. The footsteps passed, and Dylan breathed a sigh of relief. Seconds later, he heard the clink of cereal hitting the bowl. He moved to the closet and tucked the bottle away, promising himself not to think of it any more until after his classes. Once it was safely hidden with the closet door closed, he made certain no other bit of packaging remained. He couldn’t remember the last time that either roommate had come further into his room than the doorway, but he would take no risks. The Elixir changed lives. People saw you differently even if you never took a drop of it. He didn’t know how Anthony or Owen would react, but he had no interest in finding out.

His day started without incident otherwise. Dylan passed Owen in the hallway as the latter headed back to his room with an overfull bowl of cereal. Dylan felt an unusual nervousness about somehow imagining that his friend would discern his furtive secret from a sleepy glance. Instead, Owen gave him a bleary nod and moved on. In fact, Owen’s thoughts were as far from Dylan as they could be. He was turning over in his head an order of games he needed to play through. Few people who knew Owen realized how much of his attention was spent on a collection of games on his phone and tablet. If his mind could be mapped out like the processing power of a computer, then a significant percentage would be devoted to the unconscious tracking of timers that would make his small gaming addiction more efficient. None of this appeared evident in his sleepy eyes any more than Dylan’s betrayed his denial of intent to use the Elixir that evening.

Of course he would use it. Just as he imagined all those times. But with the day remaining a present obstacle those plans remained locked away in his mind just as the vial was hidden away in his room. He went through his morning routine. A cold Pop Tart and a glass of milk eaten at his desk while he looked at Twitter and other media sites. Then he hopped in the shower. Thoughts of the potion invaded again as his hands soaped up his familiar body. Within twelve hours, he could possibly be touching entirely new anatomy. The thought thrilled him, but he pushed it down. Once dressed, he slipped out of the apartment silently and headed down to the street level. On the way, he passed a few familiar faces in their small building and smiled at each of them. One unnerved him. The landlady who lived on the first floor seemed curt when he wished her a good morning. The package had been left with her as it wouldn’t fit in his mailbox. None of the labeling was identifiable, but those addresses went back to somewhere. With enough determination, the old bitty could have figured out what hid inside all those folds of cardboard and plastic. Or she was simply gassy and half deaf.

The morning air rushed into his lungs and pulled the anxiety out of him. He crossed the three blocks to campus at a brisk pace even though he had more than an hour until his first class. Dylan liked to arrive early and take time to catch his breath. He saw the other students rushing at a hectic pace, half dressed and half awake, trying to make their early morning classes. The scenery changed as he stepped onto campus. The grey brick buildings faded behind him and subdued green bloomed all around him. Though still early in spring, the campus flora had stirred to life. He appreciated the greenery, but always grumbled to himself about his tuition dollars being spent on gardening.

The campus buzzed with life. The first round of classes were already over and many students lingered in the various nooks around the campus grounds waiting for their next session. The campus had two large gardens with several open lawns, one on either side of an oblong building where most of the administration worked. Students lounged and played games to pass the time while leaving small paths for others to pass through. Dylan navigated through a game of disc golf and another of hackey sack before arriving at a bench tucked between two large hedges. Pulling his bag into his lap, he sat down with a satisfied sigh.

No sooner had he relaxed than someone shoved a flier into his face. “Hey man, Spring Festival today at noon,” said the young man as Dylan took the flier. The guy moved on immediately, heading towards the next group of lounging students. The sheaf of fliers in his hands diminished quickly as he moved from group to group. A few giggled and others outright laughed as he handed them the flier. Dylan watched with curiosity as he examined the copy in his hands. Nothing about it seemed unique or even designed to be noticed. It looked as if it had been thrown together in a few seconds on Photoshop with the design aesthetic of an early 2000s motivational poster.

“Hey man, you got one too?” came a familiar voice from the other side of the hedge. Anthony appeared looking somewhat more composed than normal. Even so, his cheeks were red, and he had a thin sheen of sweat on his brow. He let out a phlegmy cough as he plopped down on the bench beside Dylan.

“What’re you doing here? Thought you’d be sleeping it off till noon.”

“Oh, right. I had a meeting with an adviser guy. Still feel a little run down, but I think I’ve sweat most of it out. You know what that is, right?”

Dylan turned the paper over in his hand. “This? Some kind of party or something. Flash mob maybe.”

“In a way, yeah. It’s the Alpha Tau frat, mostly, and a bunch of other groups. They’re calling it a prank, but I think some people might get in serious trouble. Heard all about it at the bar last night from this Tau guy I know. He’s already setting up alibis and denials and shit.” Anthony shook his head as though talking of the unfortunate passing of some loosely connected friend. His complexion lost its splotchy red, and his mood improved now that he was no longer on his feet.

“What the hell are they going to do?” Dylan dropped the flier as though it were a snake. A thousand lectures from over the years came back in a rush. Never take something from a stranger. Certainly never eat or drink anything that you don’t trust the source of. Magical substances could be hidden in plain sight. Enchanted objects could bewitch a person from only a second’s worth of touch. For the real powerful things though, the things like a whole body transformation, it had to be ingested somehow.

“Oh don’t worry,” Anthony said as he rummaged through his bag. He pulled out a small yellow vial. “Hang on, last one is wearing off.” He uncorked the vial and down the contents in one gulp. Immediately, he looked better. The sluggishness in his eyes vanished, and his posture improved. “Can you imagine not having these little yellow helpers? Think of a world where you just have to suffer through a hangover all day. Did that once on a plane back from a concert. Worst three hours of my life. Anyway, the Tau told me they’re having this big fake concert. Yeah, the Spring Festival or whatever. Well, the concert isn’t fake, but that’s not the real point. They’re going to be serving drinks and like picnic foods. The Taus have a guy making the stuff for them. You’ve taken Potions so you know how hard it is to get something really effective into anything that’s cooked. Spiking some punch with growers is one thing, but baking it into…I dunno hot dogs or whatever, that’s fucking difficult. He says they’ve worked it out. My bet is on the buns, hot dog buns or hamburger. They could bake those fresh without raising too much suspicion. And I’ve read that the less preservatives in them, the more potent the magic can stay. But, what the fuck do I know.” He shook out his hands and stretched erratically. “Man that stuff packs a punch.”

“Hang on, so they’re going to dose the whole campus? That’s crazy. No one’s tried that..well, I guess since the last time a fraternity did. And they got expelled for it.”

“Yeah, I’ll probably drop by to watch, but I’m not touching anything. Also I think the band’s gonna be pretty good. Which class are you going to?”

They lapsed into a discussion of the rest of their day, as though the potential of a campus wide dosing wasn’t worth further mention. Dylan didn’t forget it so quickly, but thought better of showing too much curiosity. He had hundreds of questions, like what kind of potions were being mixed in and how long the effects were supposed to last, but he doubted Anthony knew the answers. After a few more minutes of chatting, they headed off in their respective directions, promising to meet up later and watch whatever happened. Dylan knew of concerts where thousands of people were dosed. It almost always became a huge orgy. He also knew that the university administration looked at such “pranks” akin to how they would view murder. He found concentrating on his class difficult, but managed to stay awake watching the clock and fantasizing about slipping home and grabbing the elixir to use during the spring festival. He could blame it, and whatever the consequences were, on the fraternity’s prank. The perfect cover with all the deniability he’d ever need. He even plotted out each step. Leave class early, make the quick walk home, avoid his roommates once again, get the bottle, stuff it in his bag, get back in time for the festival, wait for others to start to change, then take a half dose, and wait for his world to change. Yet the moments ticked by, and he remained rooted in his seat.

At least, the prank would be something interesting to distract him.

It was chaos.

Dylan arrived just after noon and found Anthony lurking on the fringe of the east park. People flooded the lawns. Tents, tables, and even a stage had sprung up from nothing. A local band played as people ate and drank and laughed. A few young men in light blue shirts walked around like stadium vendors, handing out food and drink to anyone who would take it. Dylan spotted university officials combing through the crowd, clearly unaware of what was going on. It turns out that it’s difficult to stop a group which has no leader. The food hawkers seemed to be the only ones who knew what was going on, but few of them were even associated with the Alpha Taus. The ones who were passed the buck on to the next guy in line. By the time anyone official started to get a hold on the situation, it was too late.

It happened like a wave. A few people took off their clothes, and then a few more started to twist and moan where they stood. On the other side of the park, food dropped from people’s hands as a sudden swelling in their crotch or chest absorbed all their attention. Neither Dylan or Anthony knew what was in the food, but it quickly became apparent that neither did the Alpha Taus. Magic is tricky and improper dosages have odd effects. Even with that, it quickly became apparent that no one spell was at work. A young man near Dylan started barking and frustratingly ripped off his pants as a tail shot out from his lower back. A few people over, a girl dropped to all fours and started mooing. One girl even started to grow, not in the chest, but all over. Within a few minutes, she was a giantess, looming over the transforming crowd. The majority, though, started to disrobe and reveal engorged cocks and super sized breasts. Since everything was laced with a sexual potency spell, natural urges took over. The entire park became a fervor of fucking. Dylan and Anthony watched, neither able to hide their erections, nor able to turn away.

Police arrived and the massive orgy panicked like a herd of wildebeests. Some ran. Some fought in confusion. The giantess roared and swatted away people trying to calm her down. More police came and with them medical professionals. The guys made sure to stay out of the way and even so got some stern looks from the officials. But the chaos in the park was only the beginning. An out of breath freshman appeared beside Dylan and yelled to the crowd of onlookers that something similar was happening in the cafeteria and the union. The prank was not isolated. A full blown magical contamination meant one thing: quarantine. Anthony and Dylan slipped away as officers started rounding people up.

This is perfect. It’s everywhere. I could have eaten something before even going to the park. I can get home, grab the elixir and head back out. Then it’ll be done. Out of my hands and out of my system. Dylan’s heart thumped in his chest as he and Anthony walked towards their apartment. A half changed woman ran past them, breasts the size of beach balls and the tail of a deer sticking up from a slightly furry ass. She giggled and looked back at the guy chasing her who looked normal except for being naked and having a second, slightly smaller and wider cock sticking out beneath his normal one. “Holy shit this is insane,” Anthony said with a delirious smile on his face. “Cops should fuck off and just let everyone have a go. Kind of wished I’d eaten something.”

“Maybe you did,” Dylan added, seeking to flesh out his own lie. “If they spread it around campus, there’s no telling what was contaminated.”

Anthony considered the idea, “Maybe. Probably would have shown by now. Why? Did you eat something?”

Dylan pushed down the nervous catch in his throat. “Bought a bagel thing right after class.”

“Shit, feel anything?”

“Just nervous, not sure I want a second dick.”

They entered the apartment to find Owen sitting in the living room, watching television. “You guys see this shit. It’s the whole fucking city.” They gathered around to look at the screen. A news anchor talked while a small video in the corner showed a highly edited video of downtown. People were fucking on tops of cars and in them. The ones that still looked fully human were few and far between, but many of them looked to be in the process of a gender swap. Dylan recognized it immediately and started edging towards his room.

“Man, this is way more than a prank. What about you Owen, you eat anything?”

“Nah, nothing we didn’t have in the house already. Shit, after this I might not eat anything not prepackaged at all.”

“Dylan ate a bagel or something,” Anthony replied. “Oh, where the fuck did he go.”

Take the elixir. Tell the guys I’m going to see a doctor cause I feel funny. That’s it. He latched the door behind him and went to his closet. The Elixir glowed through the packaging after he removed a few layers, almost as if it sensed more magic was around. If I take half the change will be normal…and slow. It might not happen for another hour which would be too late. Shit. By then it’ll be weird for me to start changing. The guys might even be suspicious. Better take the bottle. He put it to his lips and hesitated. Then, the bottle turned up in his hand and the sweet tasting liquid rushed down his throat. The bottle let out a loud glug as he drank it down and his eyes cut to the door. As the last drops rushed over his tongue, a new sound blared outside.

Sirens. Not police sirens, but air raid sirens let off in short bursts. “Oh shit,” Dylan whispered. He shoved the bottle back in its box and threw it in the closet. He scrambled to his feet to compose himself as the three short bursts of blaring noise went off again. He could feel the potion sloshing in his stomach, mingling with the cold tendrils of anxiety. He grabbed his things as his mind tumbled over the idea of getting out of the apartment. As he came back into the living room, the siren stopped but he saw the red bar on the screen. Anthony and Owen looked at him and read the panicked look on his face.

“Full curfew,” Anthony explained. “Apparently this was something way bigger than a frat prank. Feds are on the way and everything. They’re calling it a magic bomb for whatever reason.”

“The god damn governor was in town eating at Hazel’s Cafe downtown. Twitter is saying he turned into a half pig thing and started eating everything in sight while begging people to fuck him in the ass,” Owen said with the hint of manic laughter underneath. “Dylan, you don’t look so good man. Did you really eat something out there?”

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. What the fuck was I thinking? Now if I leave, I’ll be rounded up and sent to some federal demagic zone. “Actually, I don’t feel that…great. I was going to head out to a doctor or whatever, but if they’re quarantining people I may just ride it out in my room.” As soon as he finished the sentence, he felt the jerk in the middle of his stomach. A queasy thought crossed his mind, what if I did touch something else? Then I just double dosed myself with elixir and what the fuck ever else is out there. Another strange twist in his stomach made him bend slightly forward. He grew quickly aware of the hardening cock in his pants.

“Oh, fuck, what’s happening to you?” Anthony blurted out, half in alarm and half in interest.

Dylan staggered towards the hallway, “No, I’m fine. I’ll just…just….oh fuck!”

He heard the rip before he felt anything. His hips flared out with such momentum that his pants burst into tatters on either side as he tumbled forward onto the couch, which happened to be the closest soft surface. Owen scrambled out of the way, inadvertently kicking their coffee table over in the process. The two guys searched for their sense of helpfulness as they watched their friend’s body begin to quake with change. Dylan’s mind was awash in pleasure. He unconsciously kicked off his shoes and pulled away the torn pants and underwear until his naked ass was on display in their living room. Except it wasn’t accurate to call it his ass any more. It had become an ass that would put even the more well endowed porn stars to shame. It was massive and round and jiggled gloriously with even the slightest of movements. Dylan rocked his hips, able to feel each ripple as it coursed through the sensitive flesh. “Holy fucking shit, did you get hit with Elixir or something?” Anthony suddenly spat out. “Your ass looks fucking amazing. I mean…shit, Dylan what do you want us to do? Call 911?”

Dylan managed to shake his head vigorously as he scrambled up onto his elbows. He righted himself onto his knees, but the burning in his chest meant something else was about to happen. His erect cock pushed against the side of the couch as he tried to get a hold of himself and would have embarrassed him, if not for the sight of bulges in Owen and Anthony’s shorts. The idea of his roommates being turned on at the sight of his naked ass thrilled him. He grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head. Looking down at his chest, he saw his flesh bubbling like a roiling pot of water. His nipples changed, growing wider and darker as the flesh behind them swelled outward. Without hesitating, he brought his hands up and cupped his growing breasts. His fingers were more delicate and slimmer, but they felt amazing against his tits. He let out a low moan. “Fuck, now he’s got tits too! C’mon man, talk to us. You alright?”

“I’m…ok,” he said, but not in his own voice. He scrambled onto the couch and spun around, splaying his legs wide. All three of them looked immediately to the cock jutting up between his legs. “Wait..oh!” Dylan felt as though the giantess from the park had grabbed him in her hand and started to squeeze. His entire body clenched and his eyes remained transfixed on the cock standing up at rigid attention. As though it was being pulled out of him, he felt orgasm tear through his body. Cum shot from the tip of his cock and with each burst, it shrank a little more. His balls drew up close to his body before vanishing altogether. The skin flattened and folded in on itself as his still cumming cock shrank to a tiny nub. With a wet, sticky pop, it vanished underneath the folds of skin as Dylan’s pussy opened up between her newly thick legs. Dylan started to recover from the most intense orgasm she’d ever felt and she realized three things. First, that her roommates were staring mouths agape at her brand new pussy. Second, she had somehow stopped thinking of herself as Dylan the man at all. Now she was Dylan the woman. And finally, Dylan the woman needed a cock in her more than anything in the world. She locked eyes with first one and the the other roommate. “I need to be fucked.”

Both raised their hands and backed up slightly. “Whoa…Dylan, come on man, you’re our friend. We can’t do that. It’s…”

“Fucked up…” Owen finished. “Look we’ll take you to the doctors, and they can sort you out in an our or so.”

“I don’t want to go to the doctors. I want you to take out those grower enhanced cocks and stuff them in my mouth and pussy.” She crawled onto the floor, tits swinging beneath her, licking her lips. All of it just as Dylan had fantasized about for years, even down to the hungering need in her pussy. She arched her back, sticking her ass up in the air as she prowled forward, putting herself between Anthony and Owen.

The two young men looked at each other. Owen’s eyes dropped to the bubble butt in front of him. “Oh, fuck it.” He yanked down his shorts.

“What the fuck are you doing man? That’s Dylan!” Anthony protested.

“Yeah, and Dylan has a pussy and a fat ass and is begging us to fuck her,” his cock jutted out in front of him, showing the latent signs of growers just as Dylan had expected. She looked over her shoulder at it and felt her mouth watering. She turned back to look up at Anthony.

“Ok, fine. We’ll do this. Then we’re never speaking of it again.” Anthony started undressing quickly, trying not to loose his nerve.

Dylan giggled happily as she felt Owen’s hands on her ass. Owen seemed to be enjoying playing with it, but not half as much as Dylan. Every spot that roommate touch tingled for seconds after, sending small waves of pleasure towards her core where a knot of tension had started to build. She felt it release as Owen’s thick cock slapped against her ass. Her friend knelt down behind her and grabbed her by the hips. Dylan had no experience being fucked as a woman, but had seen it enough to know which way to turn and how to stick her ass up at the man behind her. Meanwhile, Anthony’s cock flopped into view hardening faster now that the awkward discussion was out of the way. He stepped closer to Dylan and before he could say anything else, she slurped his cock into her mouth. Dylan had wondered for years what a cock would feel like in her mouth. It seemed right, designed to slide down her throat easily. Her puffy lips wrapped around his cock like two big pillows as she lowered her head to the root of his thick dick. She was pleased to find no gag reflex and her tongue worked eagerly to massage him inside her mouth. She looked up at him and kept eye contact, wanting Anthony to know that she was enjoying this just as much as him.

She paused her newfound skill at cocksucking as Owen’s cock pushed against her pussy lips. Her lubrication coated the head of his cock and after nudging for the right spot, he slid in with no resistance. Dylan moaned in appreciation, the vibrations exciting the cock in her mouth even more as precum started to flow into her mouth. As Owen’s pelvis pushed against her ass, he groaned as well, “Ohhh, Dylan your pussy is fucking tight. Is this what Elixir women feel like?”

Dylan could offer no response other than to squeeze her pussy around his thick rock, urging him to start fucking her. Dylan’s mind was awash in pure bliss. Before, the male Dylan had been so worried about his roommates finding out about his plan. But now that seemed insane. Who else would she want to fuck as a female version of Dylan than Dylan’s two best friends? And they seemed very enthused as well. Any hesitations about fucking their roommate has vanished the second their cocks had gone into her. Owen started to rock into her faster and faster. His hands grabbed her hips no longer for pure tactile pleasure but for the need of holding on while he fucked her. The wet slap of skin against skin filled the room outdone only by Dylan’s moans around Anthony’s cock. She could tell that the situation was getting to him as his balls started to grow tight and she could feel his hands pushing her head harder and harder onto his cock. Finally, he held her still and pushed forward, his cock sliding down her throat as it started to pump cum into her stomach. Owen did the same, pulling her ass hard against his body as his cock pushed as deep as it could before shooting his load inside of her.

Dylan thought she’d experienced it all and felt the true peak of pleasure. But as her two friends emptied their balls into her mouth and pussy, her world blurred and her whole body tightened. Anthony pulled out of her throat and let his last spurt splash on her lips and the orgasm broke over her. She went rigid and started to shake. It was nothing like a male orgasm that seemed to flow out. This was a drawing in and filling her up. The pleasure radiated out from her pussy to every inch of her body. Her nipples ached with an almost electric buzz. Her lips quivered with thrills of ecstasy. And her pussy clamped down hard on the cock inside her as it started to soften. Finally, she relaxed and relief flooded through her. She felt Owen slip out and smiled at the feeling of his cum dribbling down her leg.

“That was the best fuck I’ve ever had. Anthony, you’ve got to try his— her pussy.”

“Don’t take this the wrong way Dylan, but have you sucked dick before? That was fucking amazing.” Anthony said as he moved to the couch.

“Thanks,” Dylan answered in her cheery female voice. “You know, if you guys like it so much, maybe we could make this a regular thing?”

Owen had sat back on his haunches and watched in disbelief as Dylan got to her feet, her magnificent ass swaying behind her. “You mean, you’d like buy elixir just to have us fuck you?”

Dylan shrugged. “Seems we’ve already opened the door. Can’t shut it now.” The confidence and surety in her voice surprised her. The idea of proposing an ongoing fuck buddy relationship seemed insane to the male part of her brain.

“I’m suddenly free of judgment. Shit, seeing how much you enjoyed sucking my cock, I might even want to try.” Anthony started to stroke his cock while staring at Dylan’s body.

Owen relented. “If it’s not insane to you guys —well you know what I mean — then I’m not going to complain about having that ass around here.”

“Just wait till you feel what fucking it’s like,” Dylan teased.

“Seriously?” Anthony asked.

“World’s all locked down out there. This will probably last a few hours. And look at this thing. It’s made to be fucked. The trick is figuring out how to get both of you in me at the same time.” Dylan moved over Anthony on the couch and presented her ass to him, lowering it towards his stiff cock, and beckoning over Owen. In her mind she started composing a review for the Elixir and decided to immediately buy a whole case.