A Bottle of Demon Juice - Precursor to 3
#4 of A Bottle of Demon Juice
I woke up in a haze. There was a sweet smell in the air, something like vanilla. I could feel covers around me, but they didn't feel the same as my bed in my own room. Was I at home? I expected to see my parents' house when I opened my eyes.
I was still at school, in Leigh's dorm room, lying in her bed. I could feel I was nude except for my briefs. I stared up at the ceiling for a long while, replaying the events in my head. I remembered the Demon Juice, and spiking Leigh's drink. I remembered my pet snake Mizu, and how she had developed into quite the servant.
I remembered using the Demon Juice on myself, and the alien shape my shaft had taken. I remembered fucking Leigh with all ferocity, and then my memory became fuzzy again.
Was it all a dream? I had woken up in Leigh's bed before, and that smell was familiar. Leigh often used a vanilla perfume. I slowly sat up in the bed, propping myself up on my elbows. The room was empty, and my clothes had been folded neatly at the end of the bed.
Flashes started to appear in my mind's eye. I remembered that, unlike me, Leigh had a roommate named Jessica (she often went by Sic for distaste of her own name). Sic was a short girl, petite by all counts, and a huge bookworm. She suppressed her emotions and let logic run her actions, and for that I had always respected her, and preferred her company when it came to dealing with problems. Her takes on things were invaluable insight.
I wondered if Sic had caught Leigh and I. Sic was very considerate, so it would make sense that she would be the one to fold my clothes, even. But was Leigh still a giraffe? Sic had a few medical problems, most of them caused by a hernia. There were many foods she couldn't eat, but the main problem was anxiety. Her anxiety had caused the hernia in the first place, and she simply couldn't take as much stress as other people. If she found Leigh as a giraffe... I gave a little shudder thinking about what might have happened.
I slid out of bed and into my pants. I took a moment to peek under my briefs. My shaft was as alien as I remembered it, but currently at rest. The new features it had gained seemed very low-key. The slit-tubes had closed up, the ridges had become soft with the rest of the flesh, and the bumps on the flare of the tip were nowhere to be seen. That suited me just fine, and it confirmed that all of the previous had not been a dream. I finished dressing.
By the time I was tying my shoes, Leigh stepped into the room. She had to bend at the waist to fit through the door. At over seven feet in height, she was a very impressive sight, and just because she was tall didn't mean she had lost any of her curvy appeal. She was dressed in a sweatshirt stretched tight over her globular breasts and a pair of sweatpants, similarly tight over her hips, rump, and thighs.
She smiled, seeing I was awake, "Have a good sleep?" She leaned down, giving me a sweet kiss upon the cheek. Just as with Mizu, her kiss seemed to melt away all my worries, and I felt comfortable. I became suddenly aware that the vial of Demon Juice was still in my pocket.
"Yeah. How long was I out?" I gazed up at her, unable to hide a blush. I could feel my sizeable shaft beginning to stiffen, throbbing to life.
"A day. Sic and I have been taking care of you. You should have seen her face when she came in." Leigh laughed nervously.
I winced at the thought, "Is she ok?"
"She's fine. She took it rather well, considering, well, that I'm a giraffe."
"How are you about that?"
"I'm fine. I've never felt better. I don't know what caused it but I feel wonderful, like I've been set free somehow, you know? I'm amazed at how many people haven't really noticed me. I mean, heck, I'm taller than all the basketball players even."
"Maybe you can't see them staring at you, seeing as how high up you are." I smirked.
She took it in stride, giggling and touching my shoulder comfortingly, "I don't mind. In fact, I don't care. After what happened yesterday, all I really care about is... you."
My blush rose, and I leaned into her touch. She sat beside me, on the floor, her head level with me. We kissed, and all of my questions faded very quickly. I wanted to ask about her boyfriend back home, or how she could describe what she had felt when she transformed, but I didn't worry about any of that.
No sex, just cuddling for the day. My body was sore, and I doubted even in a lust-driven state that I could pleasure Leigh like she deserved. The thought of being responsible for her had struck a few times. I figured it was much like having a baby with a girl. I felt like if anything bad happened to Leigh because of her new shape, I'd never be able to live it down.
The effects of the Demon Juice were starting to become rather apparent. What about Sic? What did she think about this? Sic was a nice girl, and a friend I didn't want to lose. I have to admit that she'd entered my dreams a few times as well, but she always seemed so fragile because of her condition. I wondered if the Demon Juice could fix it. The effects seemed to be sex-related, of course, but more than that they seemed to be liberating. They freed Leigh from all of her self- and peer-imposed social constraints, perhaps they could free Sic from her limits.
I began to scheme. As my mind swam with ideas, I realized that in the end, my main worry was that I didn't want Sic to lose her petite frame...