The Pink Pill - 4/4
The casual finale.
The Pink Pill - Chapter 4
A weird sensation. Sound pulled her out of her thoughts and surroundings and her dream started to drift away. She still held on to the feeling that she had, using it as a lifeline to pull the last images, impressions and stories into her memory before they would fade away. The phone kept playing its cheerful and annoying tune - the perfect alarm clock. Playful for weekends, annoying enough that you don't want to sleep through it. Catchy too. She sat up and blinked, grabbing the phone, unlocking it without fully being able to look at the display yet. Red, fuzzy blob most likely resembling the big red button? Touch. Hold. Stop. The sudden silence was almost as deafening as the alarm sound just seconds ago. She let out a slightly disgruntled moan, but her mood was slightly brightened as she heard herself, being reminded of the full afternoon and evening she still had to herself. After a few minutes of adjusting to the rules and demands of reality, she slid down over the edge of the bed, standing tiptoed on her own two legs. She pulled the top of her pyjama over her head and threw it onto the bed. She bent down slightly as she stepped out of the trousers, standing naked in her own bedroom. Her hands grabbed the pyjamas and put them back on the valet before she slowly made her way to the bathroom. Yawning, like only a husky could really master - tongue, ears and all - she rubbed her eyes. Her morning routine was strong with her. A fact she reluctantly noticed as she had already lift the toilet lid up completely. "Giiirl" she jokingly reprimanded herself in a stereotypical manner probably not suited for her. Lid down. She effectively managed to troll herself, being well on the way of becoming her own worst nightmare to live with.
The rest of her routine continued without further incompatibilities. She weighed herself, as usually not observing any real change in weight. A quick wash, freshening up, spotting the toys still lying around and choosing to ignore them. Walking around naked, slowly waking up. The naked part got her for a brief moment as her mind briefly freaked out, firing "did you notice that you are different? And NAKED?" before the more reasonable part of her brain finally woke up and intervened, calming her overly observant part of the brain down. She couldn't help but smile briefly at the situation before leaving for the bedroom again. She put on the bra from yesterday night, still not sure if it really fit her or not. Maybe she just needed to get used to ...this whole thing - or these things for that matter. She slipped into a fresh pair of panties. No denial sessions today, she vowed, almost starting to drift off - thinking about what would arouse her, how she could just lie down on the bed and masturbate right -. Where was she? Oh, yeah, morning; getting dressed. She admired how the panties and bra looked on her, briefly teasing herself playfully by squishing her own breasts. She avoided doing anything too sexual though as she felt that it wasn't appropriate. She wouldn't want to come across as ungrateful by simply reducing everything down to sex. Well, strictly speaking it came down to sex, but not the act of it. But also her body, so maybe not just sex. Anyway. Trousers. T-Shirt. She looked curiously at her black jeans she usually wore when going outside, pondering if they would fit her. One pair of trousers less later she slipped into the jeans. They still fit, for the most part, but she definitely wasn't feeling too comfortable in them. She could probably make do with them if the need arose, if she would have to go outside. Several possibilities and scenarios immediately started playing in parallel in her head. She would have to go outside if she got another dose as her temporary ID would only get her so far in emergencies. She would need a proper picture ID, even if it was just a rare thing for her to be like this. Yet, she currently only owned one specific set and style of clothing - if she walked out of her apartment, dressed like this, people would at first suspect to see 'him', not her and --. Her heart raced. She would have to go outside at least at some point. Also, she had no makeup of any kind or any idea how to use it - it would show! Deep breaths. Not today. She looked at her watch, cycling through to the stopwatch. A good eight hours remaining. She should keep an eye on that. Out of the jeans, back into the trousers. Much more relaxed and casual, the perfect clothes for staying in. Speaking of staying in, she slowly grew hungry. Did she still have some frozen pizza or other stuff she could eat? If not, she could order... Shivers ran down her spine. Her doorbell only had her male name. Well, she could pretend to be a girlfriend as long as no neighbours saw her opening the door. If the delivery guy would even care - or notice. The naughty part of her brain that tried to take everything and spin it in some not-safe-for-work context immediately latched onto the concept of 'delivery guy', cross-referencing it with well-established porn tropes. She shook the thought off, suppressing it even further by reminding herself just how that guy looked like.
She opened the fridge and took a deep breath, pausing, before opening the freezer. Bread. Ice cubes. Pizza. She was spared the humiliation. She turned on the oven and took the pizza out of its packaging. While she was waiting for the oven to heat up, she took one of the magazines she had neglected to read and skimmed through it while sitting on the couch. A few articles later, she turned around to see the indicator light on the oven switching off. Perfect timing. She quickly put the still frozen pizza into the oven and set an alarm on her phone before proceeding to tidy up a bit, especially around the kitchen table. Her phone rang, vibrating in the left pocket of her trousers. It was her generic ringtone. Her heart raced and she slid her hand into the pocket, pulling out the phone. It was locked. She quickly unlocked it, anxiously looking at the screen as it faded to bring the next app into focus. "Pizza!" That stupid countdown app. She stopped the countdown and searched for a setting to change the alarm sound but couldn't find any. Still nervous from the shock she turned off the oven. She took some deep breaths while putting on the oven mitts, grabbing a large plate. The hot air from the oven filmed over her glasses and she paused briefly, moving her head aside out of the way of the raising hot steam. She carefully held the plate, moved the hot pizza onto it and closed the oven door. As she sat down, cutting the pizza with a knife and eating it, piece by piece, she pondered what she should do for the remainder of the day. She still had to vacuum and dust, but that wouldn't take her too long. She also felt a slight bit of tingling arousal spreading flowing through her body. Maybe, maybe she could experiment a little while vacuuming. Be a good maid. She had done something similar a while ago, but this time she had other options available. It might even be easier to stop if she didn't like it, she thought. Probably less irritating... She finished her pizza, putting the plate and cutlery into the dishwasher before hurriedly walking to the bathroom. Should she maybe also wear something nice, sexy? But that might be too much, especially since most windows of her apartments faced the street and were as tall as the entire room. No, she would save that for another day. She just wanted something more casual. Every-day stuff. She grabbed the black silicone toy from the shelf where she had put it to dry. As her fingers touched the soft surface, she could feel her arousal bubbling inside her. She quickly walked into her bedroom, laid down onto the bed and pulled her trousers down to her knees. She slid her left hand slowly between the panties and her body, gently massaging and teasing - but avoiding the areas she had come to known to be more sensitive. She pulled her panties down a bit, just enough to expose her pussy. Her other hand, still holding her favourite toy, gently pressed the tip of the shaft against her. "OOOohhh" she moaned as she felt it slide deeper inside her. She didn't give herself much time to get used to the toy and pressed it inside her. She moaned deeply as the knot suddenly slipped deeper, splitting and filling her, locking inside her. "OoooofffFFFf...." She quickly pulled the panties and trousers back up to keep herself from going any further and got up. She felt the toy stuck inside her. She began to wonder how medium sized or bigger toys would feel like, but quickly shook the thought off. This was about household chores. About teasing herself and experimenting how walking around with a toy stuck inside her felt - and how long she could take it. She must not masturbate right now.
She walked out of the bedroom. Each step softly reminded her of the toy inside her. Her breath was heavy from excitement, arousal and nervousness. Nobody could see the toy inside her, only her actions and how she moved might give it away. She grabbed the vacuum cleaner, pulled out the cord and plugged it in. The rest was routine again: start in front of the kitchen, work her way around the kitchen table, and do the rest of the kitcheeeeEEEEEhhhh... the rest of the kitchen. Stop trying to masturbate and get back to work - that part usually not being part of the routine. Living room. Hallway. Bedroom. She stared feeling a bit uneasy, still not being used to the sensation of her female self. She turned off the vacuum cleaner, pulled down her trousers and panties to her knees and grabbed the toy, being careful not to touch anything else. She pulled on it, feeling the knot tugging inside her before it finally appeared outside her lips. She paused as the speed in which she had pulled on the toy when she suddenly managed to pull out the knot was just a bit too much. Luckily, the toy was rather soft so some pressure could compress the knot to a certain degree. She wondered how a toy with a more firm knot would feel like - maybe she could even get one with an inflatable knot, possibly one where she could pump water into it to get a really firm seal... She distracted herself by pulling the toy completely out, leaving her slightly empty but also not as irritated. She massaged her lips, apologising to herself for treating her like this. She pulled her panties and trousers back up, put the toy into the sink in the bathroom and continued vacuuming. After a few minutes, it felt more like just regular vacuuming - with the only slight difference being her overall body shape and the routine and comfort that started to come with it. She unplugged the vacuum and quickly dusted in all rooms, airing them. She didn't care as much if somebody saw her from the streets right now - they would be mostly clueless... and she was most likely very hard to see behind the reflection of the window, behind the partially closed blinds - on the upper floor.
She grabbed the magazine and laid down on her belly on the bed, giving the articles more attention this time. It took her a few pages before she noticed the gently draft blowing through her apartment and the cool air it blew over her back. She got up and closed all windows before lying down again. Looking at her wristwatch, about two hours remained. She let out a sigh. She didn't have much time left, the effect would only last for roughly 24 hours - give or take a few minutes (usually up to 30 minutes). It was also getting late and she still hadn't really done anything to relax or enjoy herself. She still had some spare time she could make use of and still felt slightly aroused from her experiment earlier. She grabbed a sheet of kitchen roll and pushed it into her panties. Just in case she got that wet again. There was one last thing she could try she thought to herself, leaving the hand inside her panties, moving it beneath the absorbent paper. Masturbate clothed. This was something she couldn't really do as a guy, as it would get too - pent up and tense. Also, the mess he would make wouldn't really be suitable for a more - stealthy masturbation session. She bit her upper lip in excitement, gently sucking on it. She pressed her palm softly against her fur and sensitive skin, slowly beginning to massage herself. Her other hand slid under her shirt, carefully lifting the bra with her fingertips before moving her fingers closer to her left nipple. She inhaled sharply, not allowing herself to make any sound. Two fingers from her left hand gently pressed against her, sliding between her lips deeper into her wet, sensitive vagina. She used her thumb to scout around her clitoris, trying to find her more sensitive spots - or spots where she reacted more directly to stimulation. She turned around on her back, pulling her legs closer to her body, wanting to moan slightly. She felt her arousal building up inside her, her excitement growing more and more, tensing up. Slowly, she moved her left hand, being careful not to lift it too much, trying to keep it as flat against herself as possible. A brief, pent up whimpering moan escaped her: "ouh!" She flattened her ears. Bad girl. Quiet! She increased the speed and pressure as her excitement grew more and more, reaching out further into her body. Slowly but purposefully she worked herself closer and closer to a climax. She let out a high pitched, quiet and very tense whimper as she felt her body tensing up, the arousal quickly building and peaking in a soft orgasm. She sunk into the bed, leaving her palm resting on her wet fur inside her pants. She straightened her shirt with her other hand and basked in the slowly receding excitement. It felt different, using other parts of her body but still being very similar to what she knew. After a few minutes she took the kitchen roll, wiped herself clean and slowly tried to stand up. "Hooohhff..." she said to herself as she gathered the strength to get up. She wagged her tail as she walked into the bathroom, washing her hands before returning back onto the bed and continuing reading her magazine, occasionally checking how much time she had left. "22:32". That gave her between one hour and two hours. She enjoyed lying on her stomach, a pillow tucked beneath her to support her, reading and just relaxing. Despite all the trouble she would have to go through, she definitely wanted to do a similar weekend - maybe do more general stuff next time, no elaborate bondage sessions or experiments. Eh. That was something to think about another time, she still would need time to process all her experiences from this weekend. Right now however, it was time to turn the page.
One article about compression techniques caught her interest and she read it fully, soaking up the information presented to her like a dry sponge. She continued on with the next segments before checking her watch. "23:27". She sighed, her weekend was coming to a close. She still had some spare time afterwards - maybe continue playing the game or the series - just no binge-watching until late into the night or next morning. After reading through the remaining magazine she got up. She carefully listened into herself for any signs of changes so that she could sit down once it happens. "24:03" She smiled. At least she got a nice weekend, some very interesting experiences and things to think about out of it. And the full time as well. Her weekend would have been pretty similar if she wouldn't have taken the pill - but she cherished the past twenty-four hours. She turned on the TV and resumed the series where she left off last time. She kept an eye on the clock since she still wanted to take a shower and she wanted to go to bed in a few hours - time, that she might easily miss while binging on the great show. "24:45". She felt conflicted. A part of her enjoyed still being able to continue her weekend - another one slowly started to worry. She reminded herself that the enclosed label said something about 'usually 30 minutes'. She just seemed to be on the other end of the probability distribution. She started the next episode, being absorbed fully by it before nervously checking her wristwatch again.
"25:12". Definitely having left the 95th percentile.