The Perfect Storm
#1 of The Perfect Storm Series
This is my first time writing erotica, so I realize it needs a bit of work (particularly in regards to pacing), but I hope you enjoy.
"Change Your Life in One Hour!" is what the ad in the paper said. I was skeptical at first, but I was desperate. I'd injured my knee on the job over three months ago, but corporate was refusing to compensate me for the medical bills. I tried to take them to court, but I didn't even have the money to hire a decent lawyer. And so bills kept piling up, and to top it off, my knee hasn't fully recovered. My girlfriend was supportive, but I could tell she was getting stressed as well. So I've been cruising the papers, looking for easy jobs and quick money. That's when I saw it.
"Change Your Life in One Hour! Actaeon Pharmaceuticals is looking for healthy young men and women between the ages of 18 and 30 for drug trials. Pays $500 a week, for 6 weeks. Please apply in person."
I was getting desperate, so I decided to take a shot. Three thousand dollars to pop a couple pills was worth any side effects that might occur. I approached the clinic where the trials were to take place and went inside. There were a few people in the waiting room, and there was a cute brunette nurse behind the desk.
I limped over to the desk, "Hey, ah, is this the right place for the drug trial?" I nervously asked the receptionist.
"Sure is, sugar. First time doing one of these?" she spoke in a thick, southern drawl. I nodded. "Well ain't nothing to worry about. Just fill out this form and we'll get you all settled in."
I nodded again and took the form, sitting in the waiting area to fill it out. The form was pretty straight forward. Name: John Porter. Sex: checked off Male. Age: 24. Height: 6'2". Weight: 223 lbs, last time I checked. The rest were mostly medical questions. Looking over it again I limped back over to the front desk and handed the clipboard to the receptionist.
"All right, everything seems in order... No insurance I see, no worries there, sugar, most people who come to these trials ain't got insurance." She smiled and handed the clipboard off to another nurse, who disappeared into a back room. "We'll call you up when we're ready, hun."
An hour later I was called back and set up in an exam room and asked to strip. I did so and put on the flimsy little hospital gown, sitting on the exam table. A few minutes later, there was a quick knock and a man in a white labcoat walked in.
"Ah, Mr. Porter? Good to meet you, I'm Dr. Kent," he said, and we shook hands. "Everything seems in order, but it seems here you have a current injury?"
"Yeah, my knee. Hurts whenever I bend it, so I try not to do much with it," I replied.
"I see... according to this you're just taking over-the-counter pain killers?" I nodded. "Well then, it shouldn't affect the trial at all, so you're a prime candidate. Let's just give you a once over and we'll start you on the meds."
Five weeks later.
After that first round of medicine (and the $500 in cash), I threw all my skepticism out the window. The next four weeks were even better. Maybe it was just a placebo effect, but I felt a lot better. My mood was better, I had more energy, my girlfriend even said my libido and stamina were increased, and my knee even felt better.
But approaching the final week, and the final treatment, I seem to have caught a cold.
"Aaahhh-chooo!" I sneezed and shook my head. Pinching the bridge of my nose and clenching my eyes I tried to push back a second sneeze, to little avail.
"You all right, John?" my girlfriend Libby asked, poking her head into the bedroom from the bathroom. Down the hall I heard our Siberian husky giving a low woof out the window, presumably at a passerby.
"Yeah, just coming down with a little cold. Now get your cute little butt over here before you go off to work," I said and grinned.
She giggled and stepped into the bedroom, holding a towel around herself. She really was stunning, pale white skin, quite in contrast to my own dark tan, adorable brown eyes, and this week's bubblegum pink hair.
She dropped the towel and posed next to the bed. I gave her body a hungry look and noticed she'd just dyed her little landing strip of pubic hair a matching pink. "My, my, so the carpet matches the drapes now, does it?"
She laughed and climbed on top of me, straddling my waist. "I just did it. You like?"
"Oh yes, daddy like," I pulled her towards me and kissed her while struggling to take off my boxers with my free hand. Her hands joined in and soon both my boxer and t-shirt were flung to the corner. This had become our morning ritual for the past few weeks, my excess energy led to a lot of spontaneous sex, and I tried to get her before and after work if I could.
But today felt a bit different, the energy I had was... different, I couldn't put my finger on it. Maybe it was the cold, but either way, I was still horny.
I gripped Libby's rear with one hand and her shoulder with the other and we flipped over, her on her back and me situated between her legs. I leaned down and took one of her creamy nipples into my mouth, sucking on it gently as my fingers rubbed her clit in soft circular motions. I'm not one for just a wham-bam-thank you ma'am, I aim to please.
I picked up the pace just a bit, rubbing her clit just enough to tease and taunt, but not enough to overstimulate, and I used my free hand to toy with her other nipple. I glanced up at her face, and smiled inwardly seeing her eyes closed and a pleasurable smile on her face.
I kept this up as long as I could, swapping nipples occasionally and probing her inner depths with a finger just to keep her on edge. Finally I couldn't stand it much longer myself, and I relinquished my hold on her nipples and grasped my throbbing manhood, rubbing it against her clit and pussy lips. Slowly I pushed forward into her hot folds, eliciting a deep, "Mmmm," and an "Aaaah," from her slightly gaping mouth. I grinned and began to pump into her, not deep at first, but going further in with each light thrust.
It was then I felt a presence behind me, and felt a cold, wet nose on my ass. I jerked forward, and Libby pushed back in shock, it was our husky, Boxer, his front paws on the bed, head between our legs and his tail wagging. Apparently my ass got in the way of him licking Libby's crotch, giving us both a start. The mood was ruined.
"Goddamnit Boxer, get outta here!" we both shouted. I flopped to the side of Libby and grasped at the blankets to pull up over both of us. "Go on!"
Boxer lowered his ears and pulled off of the bed, sitting down to look at us.
"Well, I guess there goes our morning," I grumbled.
Libby climbed on top of me again and kissed me, "Yeah. Let's pick this up again when I get home. I gotta go get dressed." She slipped off me again and started to dress. I pulled the blankets up to my chest and sneezed again, "Gah, again with this crap..."
A few minutes later, Libby was out the door and off to work, leaving me naked under the covers, with Boxer still staring at me. "What are you look at?" I glared at him, "damn cock blocker..."
I napped for a couple hours before finally deciding to get up. I pushed the covers off and stood up, stretching and went to take a hot shower. When I got out, Boxer was still at the foot of the bed, although now he was licking himself. I sighed and went about other chores, sprucing the place up a bit, doing some laundry, all while still nude, of course. The past few weeks me and Libby had kind of left our modesty at the door.
But for some reason I found myself drawn back to Boxer, still contentedly licking himself. I looked closer, spotting a definite hint of pink between his legs. "Damnit, Boxer... I don't get any today and you go start satisfying yourself? At least do it in the bathroom like everyone else."
Despite my comments, I still felt drawn to Boxer. I sat down next to him, my back against the foot of the bed. I patted his head and scratched behind his ears, although he seemed not to have noticed. Oddly enough, in the back of my mind, I realized I hadn't sneezed for since this morning, and my congestion seemed to have cleared up.
I continued to pet him happily, my anger at him all but gone. I sniffed at the air, and furrowed my eyebrows, catching a whiff of the thing between his legs. I started to make a gagging face, but it wasn't actually bad. Kind of intoxicating, actually. Boxer stopped licking it and turned towards me, licking my cheek. His breath stank of his own cock. It was overpowering. I heard thoughts in my head I'd never heard before. Thoughts telling me to just lean in and give it a lick. After all, he seemed to like it just fine.
I felt myself leaning towards him. He rolled onto his back, presenting his full package to me, although just the tapered tip of his penis was extended from the sheathe. I took a furtive look around the bedroom, and then set my eyes back on that pink piece of meat. Closing my eyes, I extended my tongue
Or what I thought would have been disgust. My eyes bolted open, it tasted kinda sweet and salty... but good. I surprised myself by leaning back in and giving it a second lick. Boxer shifted on the ground and more of his cock bloomed from the sheathe. He twisted onto his side and stood up, his cock dangling from his body.
I couldn't hold myself back anymore and, one hand reaching up to cup his balls, I took the tip of his member into my mouth. It was all so surreal, but somehow it felt right. Closing my eyes, I took it further into my mouth, until my lips were against the fur of his sheathe. Slowly I sucked on it, running my tongue along its length in my mouth. Pulling it out most of the way, I flicked my tongue at the tip briefly and then began to pump my mouth around it. I went at it for another minute, all the while his cock kept growing, until his knot was firmly visible and in full size. I knew I couldn't take that much.
Thinking quickly, I got onto all fours and presented my ass to the husky. If dogs could grin, I'd swear I'd seen him do it. He nosed my ass and licked it, his wet tongue slipping inside, sending shivers up my spine. I felt a paw on my shoulder and glanced into the mirror opposite us. Boxer was getting ready to mount me. He settled over top of me and I felt a hot presence at my ass. I inwardly cringed, readying myself for the inevitable.
He jabbed at my ass a few times, seemingly unable to find the hole. I was about to reach back and help when I felt several inches of him sink into me, making me give a cry of pleasure... but it wasn't my ass he'd entered. With a shaky hand, I reached back to find he'd entered my just under my asshole, a new hole... I felt around it while he shoved more of his dick inside of me... Those lips, I recognized them. When my fingers brushed over a little nub just behind my own cock and balls, it hit me I had a pussy!
My other arm was getting shaky so I stopped exploring in favor of steadying myself. Up until now, Boxer had been gentle, slow, but now he seemed to have returned to his canine senses and was roughly thrusting, deeper and deeper. The new sensations flooded over me, weakening me more. I slumped my upper body onto the floor, unable to hold myself up any more, my ass still high into the air.
It all felt too good, like lightning across my nerves. My body ached as he penetrated my depths relentlessly, each thrust making me moan involuntarily. Soon I found myself rocking with him, eyes rolled back into my head. My manhood rocked with us, throbbing even harder than I'd ever felt before.
He had more stamina than I, but I was recovering. I pushed my upper body off the floor, my face surly glistening with sweat. Using all four of my limbs I thrust back in sync with him, although I felt a new weight hanging from my chest. Looking down quickly, I noticed I had breasts! Honest to god tits! I barely had time to register the changes, however, as I felt a larger presence at my pussy. Boxer's knot.
He thrust once more, his knot stretching my new pussy wide and unleashed a jet of hot seed deeper inside of me. I felt like my belly was on fire, and everything caught up with me. My body tensed, I could feel my pussy clench, relax and clench again in succession and my own cock released spurted forward, coating my belly and tits, and I cried out in ecstasy as I had the best orgasm I'd ever had.
I let my upper body collapse, panting and basking in the afterglow. It was several minutes before I could move again, and when I did, I could feel Boxer still inside, me, his knot not having softened enough to release us yet. I put a trembling hand to my stomach, feeling the burning hot cum inside me, and he leaned his head down to lick the side of my face.
My nerves still felt like they were on fire, but the afterglow was subsiding, and I began to take stock of things... I'd just grown tits and a vagina, and had sex with my dog. That sounds about right. I glanced up into the mirror again and did a double-take. The person underneath Boxer certainly wasn't me...
Boxer moved off of me, panting, leaving us butt-to-butt, still tied together. I pulled myself up a little more and looked closer in the mirror. The woman in the mirror did the same, and I saw her body was covered in light fur, with markings similar to Boxer's. Her form was slender and sexy, her perky breasts somewhere in the C's. My eyes fell down her cum-soaked belly, focusing on the large canine-shaped cock between her legs, slowly softening and retreating into its sheathe.
This... was me? I was stunned. Boxer and I stood in silence until he'd softened enough to pull out of me, causing seed to pour out of me. He retreated to a corner and began to clean himself, but I remain fixed on the mirror, my eyes pouring over every detail.
Elsewhere, Libby sneezed.