A new world order

From Metabods

by Kowalski

Contents 1 Preface 2 Part 1 3 Part 2 4 Part 3 5 Part 4 6 Part 5 7 Part 6 8 Part 7 9 Part 8

Preface

Scientists completed the Human Genome Project in 1999, years ahead of schedule. The mapping of the human genetic blueprint marked the threshold for the future of medical science and for humankind itself. Mankind now had a the tools to manipulate the stuff of life. He could now play God with its own biology, presumably in the hope of preventing disease and doing away with infirmities and deformities that have plagued the human race across the millennia.

It would be years before the medical industry was able to read the genome map well enough to begin devising the much-anticipated cures and treatments. In 2008 the first FDA-approved gene therapy was introduced to the public. Pfizer's prescription drug Cytex permanently immunized the human body against diseases and infections for which medical science had the cure.

Smallpox, polio and a host of other maladies to which humankind was vulnerable were genetically "edited out" of the species within a year. After being genetically-altered by Cytex one's new improved genes could be passed down naturally to one's offspring and so forth through the genes of one's descendents. It was lauded as a miracle by some, an invitation to disaster by others. But the effects of "genetic reconstruction" felt like the most natural thing in the world to those who would undergo it.

Cures for certain diseases such as cancer, depression and the common cold would continue elude researchers. However as scientists came to better understand the genome map many other formerly elusive diseases surrendered their secrets and were cured once and for all. Birth defects were eliminated. Life spans were extended. Man's faith in his own boundless ingenuity and mastery of nature was restored to a position not seen since the Enlightenment. Naysayers began to fall silent.

By 2011 the human code had been completely hacked. Drugs designed to alter to the human genetic blueprint could now be made and sold at will, pending FDA approval. Competing drug companies now began to explore new cosmetic applications of the powerful new "superscience".

A brand new chapter in human evolution was about to begin and the world itself was about to be turned upside down.

Part 1

It was an historic day at Luna Genetics.

The executive board filed into the conference room, taking their places at the long oak table. Two female scientists sat at the far end of the table, fighting to contain their nervousness. Months of research and testing and many thousands of hours of hard work had led to this day. The woman in the lab coat whispered to her superior.

"These idiots are not going to want to hear any of it. I'd bet you a million bucks."

The other woman seemed calm cool and collected to her young assistant.

As head of developmental research for Luna Genetics, Lisa Quinn had been through this process before. She was a tough cookie and could play hardball with the boys when the occasion called for it. Today the order of business was to present a final rundown of the benefits and specifically the known side-effects of Promade, the company's first mass-market drug and first ever true cure for male pattern baldness.

"You're probably right Kendra, but we'll lay it all on the table and let them make the call. I won't let any of this be on OUR consciences. When and if the shit hits the fan, these monkeys will be the ones who'll wish they were wearing diapers, not us."

Ed Hollings, vice president in charge of product development, took his place at the front of the room and addressed the dozen or so top brass who were now seated.

'Good morning gentlemen... and ladies."

He smiled to the group, and winked in Lisa and Kendra's general direction.

"Today the first ever over-the-counter "genetic treatment" will be introduced to the global consumer marketplace. Gentlemen, as I think you already know, we've got the goddamned killer app of all time on our hands here; the cure for male pattern baldness. Now, in a minute I'm gonna let our head of research, our lovely... Lisa here, tell us all exactly how it works.

But first I want to say that for those of you who've been here from the start, Jack, Dick, all the original Luna team who stayed with us during this long ramping up period... boys your ship is about to come in. Big time..."

He went on like this for awhile, gloating over Luna Genetics' pending success. Hollings was a middle-aged horse's ass who didn't understand any of the science behind Promade. He was more of a marketing dink. A fifty year old half-bald marketing dink. His specialty was ballyhoo, rallying the troops. Luna hired him away from Max Factor only five months ago but he strutted around the offices like he owned the place. Promade was his first big project with the company. The girls down in the labs had nicknamed him "the suit", after his rather poor taste in cut-rate Italian suits, which he always wore to the office. For Lisa and Kendra it was hard as hell to sit quietly and listen to his self-congratulatory preening. They tried not to look at the nasty white stuff forming in the corner of his mouth as they steeled themselves and waited their turn to speak.

"...every man in the world is going to want Promade. It'll be more popular than Coca- Cola... "

He was practically spitting on Lisa's notes.

"...More popular than fucking mother's milk for Christ's sake... and gentlemen... by god, WE... are going to have a corner on the market." He pounded his fist on the table for emphasis. Lisa's binder tumbled onto the floor. He didn't even notice.

"Now, Lisa, get up here girl. We all want to hear your brief on Promade."

His voice was condescending, rather like a lecherous uncle.

Lisa stooped over to gather her scattered papers while Hollings stood there lighting a cigarette. Every eye in the room was checking out her ass and Kendra was embarrassed for her friend, even a little pissed. Everyone knows there's no smoking allowed in the building!

Jerkwad!

Lisa Quinn righted herself and took her place in front of the room.

She peered through the lenses of her reading glasses at the room full of men and began her presentation in a cold scientific manner, reading from her notes.

"Like the Cytex series and other prescription meds that blazed the trail for us, Promade is gene therapy in pill form. When taken three times daily Promade is a cure for male pattern baldness. But we call it 'genetic maintenance' because the effects of the drug only last so long as the patient keeps taking the it. Promade is based on a genetic matrix derived from a pool of particularly exceptional male specimens. When taken as directed, Promade takes the genetic makeup of the patient and combines it with the Luna template. Sort of taking the patient's genes and the Promade genes and 'averaging them'. The longer the patient takes the drug, the more closely he approaches the Promade ideal. With each capsule he takes, his own original genetic disposition is 'averaged out' until eventually his own original genetic disposition is completely overridden by the Promade matrix.

If the patient goes off the drug, his original weaker genetic matrix reasserts itself.

"The drug works on the body as an amplifier to the lymphatic system of glands and the cardiovascular system of the user, increasing blood flow, especially to the scalp. Some of the unobjectionable side-effects of the drug include mild euphoria and a heightened libido. Focus groups that we conducted indicated that these side-effects would NOT hurt sales... if any thing they would only ENHANCE the Promade experience and serve as an inducement to all men to try the drug..." "...even perhaps those who are not yet balding."

She looked up from her notes and smiled. Heads around the room were nodding in the affirmative.

"The negative side-effects are no more alarming than those of alcohol or other substances that men have abused for centuries. High blood pressure, loss of motivation and slow imperceptible decreases in mental acuity should do no more to discourage the use of Promade than they have discouraged the use of Budweiser. All of these side-effects will manifest to varying degrees in the men who take the drug regularly. The stuff burns brain cells gentlemen. Make no mistake. Beyond that... we have determined that in cases where patients used Promade without interruption for longer than 6 months, 3 out of 5 those patients experienced not only the restoration of a headful of thick hair but also some degree of enhancement of his... sexual functions, this accompanied by an increase in stamina, a degree of enlargement of the sex organs and... patients reported... intensified orgasms."

She paused.

By now the board was shifting in their seats. Some of them men were slapping each other on the backs. They came to the meeting expecting to have to wrestle with the moral issue of dangerous side effects but so far this sounded awfully damned good. No doubt half of them were ready to start popping Promade right then and there. Hollings sat next to Kendra and smiled proudly. He placed his cigarette hand on top of hers and patted it as if to say "great work, honey".

Ash fell onto Kendra's notes.

Lisa could feel the men's eyes all over her. She pulled her suit jacket together and buttoned it as she continued.

"It seems the severity of these secondary side-effects can and will vary widely. Depending on the amount of testosterone naturally present in the subject, these side-effects can be cumulative over time... or, they may go unnoticed completely. But I would like to underscore some of the potential long term drawbacks of the drug and explain to you while R&D is recommending further study of Promade before launch. While we have not determined that there is any risk of mutation, there remains of course the risk of heart attack, the risk of unwanted or excessive hair growth... Beyond that there is no... I mean, we're not suggesting that Promade is chemically addictive.

It is not. But in the long term men might become addicted to the benefits, both physical and psychological. We can't know how these factors will play out over months and years..."

No one was listening to any of this.

There were other assorted concerns that Lisa addressed before she wrapped up her presentation. The board was deaf dumb and blind to anything but the thought of all that money. Hollings had been promising a cure for baldness. Lisa and the scientists "down there in the kitchen" had served what sounded like a new genetically-turbocharged Viagra. They'd make money hand over fist with this miracle drug.

Part 2

Three weeks later, Donna Hughes pumped the barber chair with her dainty foot, raising her customer up to the proper level. Steve Gold sat in the chair and watched himself in the mirror. Actually he watched Donna in the mirror, in particular her tits as they peeked out behind his head. Donna could feel his eyes on her body but she didn't care. She was used to the attention and did nothing to discourage it.

"So, good lookin' what'll it be today? The usual??" She asked as she pulled the comb roughly through Steve's coarse hair.

"Yeah, just a trim Donna. I have to be back at the shop by two, I've got a big client coming by." he replied.

Steve was the hot shot car salesman from the Porsche dealership down the block where Donna's best friend Karen Gray worked as a receptionist. He also happened to be Karen's new boyfriend. It was Karen who recommended that Donna move her Visage Salon to this area of downtown and now she sent Donna all the customers she could.

"Big client, huh?" she asked.

"Yeah, it looks like old Steverino's got another big fat commission coming his way by the end of the day", he winked at her in the mirror.

"What a catch; cute AND successful...", Donna thought to herself.

She loved the well-to-do sort of customers she'd been getting since opening this new shop. Business men and women, even some doctors. The classy assortment of people she got to see on a daily basis made her feel a little bit classier herself. She was not a bimbo, although certain people had made that mistake about her over the years. Donna's full figure and infectious laughter certainly made the 28 year old blonde popular with her male clientele. Big tits and a flirtatious nature had always been her ticket since she first blossomed in the fifth grade. In her dealings with men, and in life in general, Donna had always been comfortable using her breezy sexuality and humor to make friends and get what she wanted. But she tried like the devil to avoid being labeled as an airhead. Basically she was a warm-hearted, fun-loving girl, adored by men and by women friends alike.

Donna listened intently as Steve bragged about the commissions he'd racked up that week. She liked looking into his blue eyes in the big wall mirror.

Her mind wandered. Donna figured that the only reason he'd not made a pass at her so far was out of consideration for Karen. It didn't prevent him from ogling her whenever the three friends got together though. The bookish and demure Karen knew he still saw other women on the side, even though she was supposedly his new steady girlfriend. She was like a hawk and she kept close track of Steve's indiscretions. But she lacked the confidence or the brass to call him out on it. It hurt her when she'd catch him staring at her best friend's tits, but all men stared at Donna's tits. She did her best to let it go.

Since Karen and he began dating, Donna had become good buddies with Steve.

While Donna was not the smartest girl in town, she was smart enough to spot his type a mile away. The good looking, charismatic stud who's obviously not as smart as he thinks he is, always looking to "trade up", even when he has a good woman who loved him. She'd had a lot of men like him over the years.

She'd LOST a lot of men like him over the years. She kept things strictly friendly between herself and Steve Gold. As he went on about his bonus package and the big new condo he was looking into, Donna tried to deny her attraction-her sexual attraction-to Steve. Darn it! Why couldn't she meet a nice rich guy like Steve? She suppressed a tinge of jealousy that she felt towards Steve and Karen.

"... say, we better wrap this up, Donna. Steve's gotta roll."

Donna snapped our of her reverie. She made a few more quick snips and brushed the clippings off of Steve's neck with her bare fingers.

"There ya go sweetie. How's that look?"

Steve pulled his fingers through his hair and came away with some loose hairs.

"Looks good Donna." He looked at the hair stuck to his fingers with concern.

Shaking the loose strands to the floor, he reached into his wallet.

"What's the damage, Miss?"

"Oh no charge to you Steve... you know that."

He handed her a twenty dollar tip and pulled on his jacket, still looking in the mirror, concerned about his thinning hair. It was still in the early stages, but Steve Gold was nothing if not a big, vain baby of a man. The thought of losing his hair worried him.

"Thanks Donna... you're a peach."

"Have you heard of this stuff?" She handed him a bottle from the rack of hair care products. It looked like a large jug of vitamins.

"Uuh... Promade? What is it?" He shook the bottle and scanned the label.

"I just got it in this morning. It's a treatment for hair loss. Some kind of gene therapy that restores the hair. Maybe you should try it... I mean... if you're worried about losing your hair."

"Do you think I need it?"

Donna leaned across the counter, grabbed a tuft of his hair and jerked on it. Steve looked down and got an eyeful of her cleavage. She held a handful of loose hairs up in her open palm and giggled. Steve smiled and reached into his wallet again.

"How much... does that say six dollars?" he squinted at the price sticker.

"Sorry honey. That's... six HUNDRED dollars. It's a one month supply."

Donna said apologetically.

"What?!" he grabbed the bottle, shook it again, read the label again. "How can this stuff be six hundred dollars?!? I'm not even bald yet."

Donna blew on her palm, sending Steve's hairs flying in his direction.

Her breath smelled sweet. She stepped out from behind the counter and put her hands on Steve's broad shoulders and mockingly gave him a stern talking to.

"My boy, I think you can afford it. It's the newest thing. They're calling it the big cure."

"I don't know...", he replied, reading the label.

The yellow and black bottle didn't have much printing on it. Donna handed him a booklet that explained some of the science behind the drug.

"Six hundred bucks is nothing to a guy like you, just add some rust-proofing to that Porsche you're gonna sell this afternoon. Right?"

"Okay then. Better give it to me." He gave her his plastic and grabbed the brochure from her hand. He'd give this Promade stuff a try.

"But please do me a favor though, okay? Don't tell Karen about this?"

"Why not? What's the big secret?"

"I don't know. It's a little embarrassing I guess."

Steve was vain, but he didn't want the world to know just how vain he was. Six hundred bucks a month for a baldness pill he doesn't even really need quite yet? She sort of understood his embarrassment and promised him she wouldn't tell anyone. Donna was mainly happy to just make the big sale, her first since getting the Promade shipment in on consignment from Luna Genetics that day.

Naturally she told Karen anyhow, the very next time she saw her.

Part 3

Two weeks later Steve was at the bar having a few drinks with his pals Tucker and Paul Morton. The television over the bar had the local college basketball game on. The three old college buddies were watching it and talking it up like old times. Steve hadn't told anybody he'd been taking the Promade. But he was burning to say something about it to someone. His hair felt thicker already, but could anyone notice? He'd been ashamed of himself at first, of his vanity and how stupid it seemed to shell out such big bucks for a bottle of this new gene stuff. But by now he could feel it working, like, all over. He felt great!

"So Tucker, dude. Tell me about this girl you want to fix me up with.

Who is she?" Paul Morton said as he nursed his cold beer.

Tucker Hicks was fixated on the basketball game. It was the final seconds of a two- point squeaker. Final shot at the buzzer... NO good. The home team lost!

"GOD-DAMMIT ALL! SHIT!!", Tucker slammed his hand down on the table in a loud macho asshole display.

"Whoa, easy does it Tuck. It's just the semi-finals." Steve said as he ordered another pitcher for the table.

"What's this about a new girl for Paulie here?" Steve tried to get the conversation back on track. Girls were his favorite subject anyhow, ever better than sports.

"What? Oh... right. Cassidy's friend Sheila. You've met her I think."

The agitated Tucker tried to cool down, gulping down the last of his warm beer.

"Doesn't ring a bell." Paul said, searching his memory.

"Get out of my way. I gotta piss." Tucker shoved the slight-of-build Paul aside and headed for the bathroom.

Steve followed Tucker to the rest rooms to take a leak and check his hair.

Paul stayed behind, wondering why he didn't get himself some new friends who didn't suck so much.

"Sheila... riiiiight... Sheila... that name sounds familiar. Dude, if she's the one I'm thinking of, she's a damn fine piece of ass. But isn't she black or something?" Steve said to Tucker as they stood at the urinals.

Steve could say the stupidest fucking things sometimes, but it gave Tucker cause to feel morally superior. It was the same in the locker room back in college when the two men were on the football team together.

"No she's Latino or something. Or white. Shit I don't know. Her grandmother was from Spain or Brazil or some shit." Tucker said.

Steve Gold and Paul Morton both were well-acquainted with Tucker's fiancé Cassidy Peters. But she had virtually no interest in Tucker's friends so they never really hung out together as a group. Steve was too much the dumb obnoxious ex-jock type for well-to-do Cassidy. And Paul was just too, well, dull. Nice guy. And kinda cute. But dull.

"Yeah, this Sheila Martin is an old friend of hers from school days.

Her and her old man just broke it off and now she's moving back to town to make a fresh start. Cass figured Paul would be a nice safe guy for her, to maybe double date with... on the rebound you know. Ease her back into the dating scene. I told her it sounded like a good idea. You know Paul. That fucker can't meet girls anyhow."

Tucker finished washing his hands and turned to find Steve still standing at the urinal trying to zip up. He seemed to be having a bit of difficulty.

"Hey Gold. What's the hold up over there?"

Steve Gold turned around and walked stiffly over to the sink. Tucker could clearly see the outline of his friend's wood through his jeans.

" Got a rise in your Levi's, or what?"

Tucker was staring now. Steve was smiling big. He was just dying to tell someone about the Promade.

"Dude... you won't believe this shit. Have you seen the ads for this new stuff, Promade?" he said as he stuffed his arm down his jeans, trying to rearrange his member into a more comfortable position.

"Yeah, how can you miss 'em? They're on TV like every five minutes advertising that shit. I hear it's super expensive though."

"It sure is expensive, but man I'm telling you it's worth it whatever they wanna charge for it."

Tucker looked at Steve's hair. It did seem slightly thicker. He looked him up and down as his friend was still rummaging around in his ill-fitting jeans, looking for relief.

"Gold, if you wouldn't buy those things so god-damned tight they'd be more comfortable."

Steve was laughing with pride and joy on the inside. Tucker just didn't get it. And he WOULDN'T get it until he had his nose rubbed in it. He leaned back against the bathroom door and unbuttoned his fly and let his dick flop out for his friend to get a look at. It appeared to be every bit of eight inches and stiff as a board. His balls looked like hen eggs. Tucker was stunned.

"What in the fuck..." he gawked at his friend's rod as it stood straight out from his body. This was not the same Steve he remembered from the locker room.

"I'm tellin' ya dude. I started taking those Promade pills only three weeks ago. The thing hardly ever goes down."

"Is it bigger?"

"Shit yeah, it's bigger. And it feels great. Karen has been all over it too. You know I told you what a kinda prude she was. She fuckin' loves it. It's like she can't get enough of the ol' Stevemeister. Shit, I can barely keep MY hands off it", he said as he carefully slid it back into his jeans and buttoned them up.

"I don't understand what this baldness stuff has to do with..."

Steve interrupted. "It's one of the side effects supposedly. I had to read up on it on their website. It restores your hair but it does something to your glands and the bloodflow. It's like all my senses are more intense and shit. Especially smells. I feel sixteen again. I'm horny all the goddamned time Tuck. It's great!!"

"You've been sixteen all your life, Gold. Don't blame it on the drugs.

Six hundred bucks a month... isn't that what they're charging for it?" Tucker Hicks scratched his head. His exceedingly wispy hair came out in loose handfuls these days. He had to get his hands on some Promade.

"Tuck, my man. You can afford it. You just got a raise, didn't you?"

"Yeah... well the thing is... I'm supposed to be saving for an engagement ring right now... Cass keeps track of all the money. She wouldn't have it."

Steve excused himself after that. He needed to go pay Karen a visit.

The sooner the better. Tucker said nothing to Paul about his close encounter with Steve in the bathroom that night. He was too busy thinking of his own problems to go into an elaborate explanation of why he might have been inspecting their friend's pecker anyhow.

Part 4

Tucker Hicks brought Paul Morton home after work a few nights later.

Sheila was back in town and was coming over for dinner. When the two men walked in the door they heard loud peels of laughter coming from the kitchen. He hadn't heard Cassidy laugh like that in a long time, not since Sheila's last visit. It was the laughter of two lifelong girlfriends who hadn't been together in ages. On the kitchen TV an advertisement for Promade was playing. Tucker and Paul walked into the kitchen but when Tucker tried to interrupt both women shooshed him and called for quiet so they could hear the rest of this hilarious commercial that they had all seen so many times before. The girls spoke the words along with the announcer.

"With Promade, you'll enjoy the full head of hair that nature intended. Reclaim the youthful look and rugged vitality you've been missing.

Enjoy life. Enjoy love. At work... and at PLAY.... Promade keeps you looking ...AND FEELING... faaaantastic!"

The ad featured a second-rate actor posing as a doctor who endorsed the drug. The men in the ad were mostly dim-witted studs combing their thick heads of hair to a searing rock and roll soundtrack, playing basketball with their shirts off, white water rafting. And most hilarious to Cassidy and Sheila were the adoring, big-titted bimbos that these happy men cavorted with wherever they went. Way out of line with what you normally see in television ads, more like something from a porno. Sheila was perhaps laughing most loudly, tears streaming down her pretty face. She wiped her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to collect herself.

"Sheila, you've met Tucker before. And this is Tuck's friend Paul Morton. Paul, this is my best friend in the world Sheila Martin." Cassidy said with an formal and dramatic movement of her boney arm.

Cassidy was acting like she actually knew and liked Paul. This was a first! Cassidy was never this gracious or nice to Tucker's friends or to anybody really. She was obviously in a great mood tonight.

"Nice to meet you Paul", Sheila shook his hand and exchanged smiles with him.

Such a warm inviting sparkle in her eyes. Paul was attracted to her immediately.

"And nice to meet YOU Sheila."

In another day and age he might have made more of a dramatic overture to her, kissing her hand, proclaiming her beauty. That's what he felt like doing, but instead he tried to break the ice with a joke.

"My bald friend and I have come about the Promade?"

Sheila busted out laughing all again. She was fed up with the lingering pain of her recent breakup. It felt so wonderful to laugh and she threw her whole self into it. It was like a tonic for her numb soul. She recovered and hammed it up for this cute friend of Cassidy's.

"Yes sir, step right this way. We've got what you're looking for. What would you like? The travel size? The economy size? Or perhaps you'd like to consider the lifetime supply", she flipped her silky black hair back for emphasis.

Cassidy tried to be funny too. She took down a gleaming, hardly-ever-used frying pan from her well-equipped galley and held it up to her fiancé like a mirror, taking him by the arm. Tucker looked at his reflection and saw his distorted bald head.

"You've come to the right place my friend. It's never too late to start taking Promade. Might I recommend the industrial strength formula for you?"

Cassidy yanked on Tucker's thinning short-cropped curls without mercy.

Her attempt at humor had more than a tinge of domestic cruelty to it. He was angered and rather mortified at the same time. If it all weren't such a huge joke he'd love nothing more than to talk seriously about this drug that his pal Steve was having such spectacular results with. Sheila came to his rescue. Sort of.

"You know, seriously though, I've heard about that stuff. I hear it really does work. It's gene therapy you know. It cures the baldness." Sheila said.

"Yeah, I hear it's been selling like crazy. But it's really expensive.

And if you stop taking it, it stops working. It's a swindle if you ask me."

Paul added.

"Yep. Six hundred bucks a month. Who's gonna shell out that kind of dough for a little bit of hair?" Sheila asked as she mussed up Paul's own healthy head of hair.

"But... if it attracts the kind of lovely young women like they show in the ads, you can bet MEN will spend whatever they're asking for it", she remarked with a sassy cluck.

Tucker knew there was more to Promade than hair growth. A lot more. He was tempted to argue the fact that someone they all knew, Steve Gold, was on Promade and having good success with it, but then he thought better of it. No use starting up with Cassidy right now. She could be such a royal bitch sometimes, when it came to his pal Steve. He laughed impatiently. Cassidy fired a penetrating glance at her soon-to-be fiancée.

"Well, you can bet my Tuck here ain't gonna be spendin' no six hundred bucks a month for no Promade. He's spoken for, aren't you honey."

Part 5

Tucker Hicks wandered into the main showroom of Chasen's Porsche with a big chip on his shoulder. It was noon, the day after Sheila and Paul's special meet and greet evening together and he needed a drink. The dinner went fantastic for the two unattached strangers. But later that night Tucker and Cassidy had gotten into an awful fight over the way she had embarrassed him, joking about his baldness, treating him like a piece of property in front of guests. After the couple retired to the bedroom he admitted that he was "naturally curious" about Promade. But Cassidy shut him down in a hurry, reminding him how expensive it was, essentially telling him that he was not going to spend "our money" on something so unnecessary as "some hair pills".

End of discussion.

Karen Gray sat behind the receptionist's desk at the back of the showroom, surrounded by sickeningly expensive cars. She was on the telephone but she recognized Steve's friend Tucker and waved him over. Tucker didn't know Karen all that well. If he bothered to say more than five words to her he'd discover how smart and pleasant she was and that she was in fact the nicest girl Steve had gotten involved up with in a long while, perhaps ever.

But he didn't bother trying to get to know Steve's girlfriends these days.

They barely stayed around long enough to even keep their names straight anyhow. As Tucker looked at Karen he reminded himself that Cassidy was so much prettier than this office wench. An unfair judgement on his part, perhaps even completely inaccurate. But it was his way of telling himself that he was better off than his adolescent, womanizing best friend. Maybe his sex life was not as gratifying as Steve's, but HIS future wife was a former local beauty queen, a fact that didn't bring either one of them much satisfaction these days. (Cassidy still bragged about it like it was yesterday, and not nine years ago.) Karen replaced the phone receiver. She removed her reading glasses and stood to greet Tucker.

"You here to see Steve?? He's gone to out."

Tucker noticed the cut of her clingy blouse. Karen's modest bust line served to remind him that even IF his soon-to-be former local beauty queen ball-busting wife was prettier than her, HE was still obsessed with a nice rack on a woman. Cassidy was flat like an ironing board. It was something he tried not to think about.

"Oh yeah... I suppose he's gone to lunch huh? Do you know where to?"

Tucker asked.

"Well, he just left. You might catch him out back if you hurry." Her phone rang again and she took the call as Tucker exited the side door into the lot.

Behind the building at the far end of a row of Porsches, Tucker saw Steve's gold Porsche. He walked the length of the parking lot thinking of that mousey Karen and that huge cock of Steve's that she's been sucking and fucking every night. "I'll bet she's sitting there thinking about it right now, that whore.

I'll bet she can barely make it through the goddamned day... what a slut", he thought to himself.

As he approached Steve's car in the far corner of the lot he could see Steve was sitting in it. Just sitting there staring out the windshield.

Tucker waved at him. He didn't seem to notice at first, then he did notice.

Immediately Tucker saw a woman's head pop up from below the dash. She frantically arranged her hair in the rear view mirror and jumped up out of the car before Tucker was even twenty feet away. She bolted through the back entrance to the lot, tugging on her skirt as she disappeared around the corner out of view.

Tucker approached Steve's car as the power window rolled itself down.

Steve was breathing heavy.

"Steverinooooooo!" Tucker said loudly.

"Hey, quiet that shit down Tucker. What in the hell are you doing here anyhow?" Steve asked as he maneuvered his cock back into his business slacks and zipped them up.

"Who was THAT?" Tucker pried, almost contemptuously, stealing a glance at his friend's tool.

"Who, that? That was nobody. Some girl. I met her this morning at the coffee cart."

Steve Gold checked his own hair in the mirror, admiring its thickness.

"Aren't you worried your GIRLFRIEND might catch you out here?"

As callous as Tucker Hicks could be, he actually felt sorry for Karen.

"What? Naw... she's on the clock. She's not allowed to leave her desk."

He looked down on the floor and noticed that his lady friend forgot her panties. He picked them up and sniffed them like they were roses. The scent filled his senses. Sex was a whole new experience, even to this oversexed 30 year old. The smells, the tastes, the persistent surging in his loins. It was even better than when he was sixteen. And he felt so energetic. He'd always been muscular and athletic, but the drug was making him even stronger, throughout his body. He could feel it.

"Are you going to lunch or something?" Tucker asked.

"Yeah, I suppose so. Why, you wanna come?"

Tucker looked at the wet spot on the passenger seat and rolled his eyes.

"Can we just take a walk someplace? I need to talk to you about...about all this."

Part 6

Steve Gold agreed to front Tucker Hicks the money for his first month's supply of Promade. Tucker convinced himself and Steve that he'd be able to afford the monthly expenditure, all that was needed was for Cassidy to be... "persuaded". If she could see and appreciate the results, he reasoned, then she would see it his way and would agree that the drug was worth the cost. At least this was his hope. He began taking Promade that afternoon with an immense excitement that made his heart beat a little harder. His expectations were through the roof.

Maybe that Steve wasn't such a jerk after all.

For the next month he took the pills as directed, carefully monitoring himself for new hair growth and for any other kind of "developments". He was careful not to let Cassidy see him taking the pills, which were surprisingly large and almost painful to swallow. As the days and weeks passed he grew paranoid. When Cassidy finally found out what he was up to would she all of the sudden see things his way? She might just as easily go ballistic, whether the drug worked its miracle or not. It was impossible to predict how she would react. But he took the pills anyhow and some of his hair began to grow back.

Paul and Sheila meanwhile began seeing each other quite a lot.

Though she was reluctant to dive into another serious relationship right away, Paul managed to become her new best buddy. Soon the two were nearly inseparable. Sheila found work doing what she knew best as an aerobics instructor at a local health club. She found herself a little apartment near Tucker and Cassidy's place. Paul was head over heels for her but he tried to conceal it. He was smart enough to know that part of the reason why Sheila liked him-the reason that Cassidy had hooked them up in the first place-was that Paul Morton was no Romeo. His reputation with women who knew him was that of the "good friend" type. Considerate. Unthreatening.

So Paul and Sheila took it slow, learning all about each other, as friends.

They took long walks, went to movies, dinner. Although their new friendship was platonic, their evenings and weekends together soon shaped up into what appeared to be a bonafide courtship. One special evening Paul cooked dinner for Sheila. That was the night she really opened up and told him her life story, about how her immigrant grandmother used to be Cassidy's mother's housekeeper, about her past loves, and particularly about her last boyfriend "John" who she had caught cheating with another woman. It was a great catharsis for Sheila to talk it all through with sweet and sensitive Paul who behaved himself like a kid brother that night. That was the first time she ever stayed the night with him, talking all night, cuddling, kissing each other sweetly, and finally drifting off to sleep with the windows open.

By the end of the month they had worked their way up to their first awkward attempt at intercourse, at her place, in her bed. "Paul, it's okay. It's okay. Don't feel bad about it."

Paul Morton's slightly below-average cock had refused to perform. The smallish pink thing was limp in Sheila's hand as she lovingly caressed it.

If she was disappointed she was awfully good at hiding it. Paul tried with all his might to fight back the tears. He was always ashamed of his small dick and over the years only a few girls had ever seen it. None of them had commented on it, but he knew he was below average. This was the first time he'd ever been unable to get it up however. It was the pressure, the stress. He was so crazy about Sheila. She was so sweet, so pretty and smart. Just perfect for him. He'd wanted to tell her he loved her that night, but had decided against it, knowing that she was still recovering from her recent breakup. He didn't want to scare her off. He wanted her so much. He wanted to ravage her but his body betrayed him.

"I'm sorry Sheila. I'm so embarrassed."

"Don't be. It's totally normal. You shouldn't be embarrassed."

A tear escaped and trickled down his cheek.

"Oh you poor thing", she said as she took his head in her arms and hugged him to her.

Her chest was rather small, but with his face lying against the softness of her bosom, Paul could feel her love radiate from inside her. He sat there quietly listening to her heartbeat while she ran her fingers through his hair. He'd worried that she was perhaps disappointed in him but the pounding of her heart sounded like jungle drums of passion in his ears.

She was still aroused. Paul felt his manhood stir slightly. Sheila noticed it too and soon it was fully erect, all four and a half inches of it. She lay back on the bed and spread her legs for her lover. Paul raised up and guided his cock toward her warm glistening pussy and inserted it. The feeling was smooth and soft and wonderful. Sheila looked down, unsure if he'd even put it in. She smiled up at him as he pumped away at her. She could barely feel him. Before she could get anywhere close to orgasm, Paul collapsed on top of her. He was finished. The couple tried but he was unable to get it up again.

"You're so wonderful Sheila. So beautiful, so sweet and funny. I love being with you so much..." he blathered, trying not to say "I love you."

His heart was bursting with love for her, and she could sense it.

"I'm so happy I found you Paul. So happy... I can't even tell you", she reassured him.

She flashed her pearly whites. Her smile was disarming. Paul looked into her dark brown eyes... he just wished he could apologize, or explain, or... something. He felt so ashamed of his puny dick! It had plagued him all his life but only now that he was in love with this beautiful creature did he truly feel the anguish of his smallness. And she could sense it.

"Paul can I ask you something?"

"What is it?"

"Well, don't take this the wrong way. But you know that Promade stuff we were joking about on the night I met you?"

"Of course, how can I forget the night I met you? But why do you bring THAT up?"

"Do you know anybody who's using it?" She asked with a coy look in her eyes.

Paul was not aware that his two closest friends were both taking the drug. Neither was Sheila.

"No I don't. But I hear it's working for guys who do take it. I read about it in the papers", Paul sat up in bed.

"Yeah, that's what I thought. I've been reading about it too, it's weird. I know it's so expensive but I guess it makes sense that they'd charge so much for something they know guys are gonna pay through the nose for", she mused.

"I'm surprised Tucker hasn't tried it. He's really losing his hair fast", Paul said as he pulled up the sheets and flicked on the bedroom TV, turning the sound off.

"Have you heard about any of the side effects?" Sheila asked.

"Side effects? Like what?"

"Well, I guess it was approved strictly as a baldness cure, so they're not supposed to advertise certain side effects of the drug. But it's supposed to make your, you know, your THING bigger. So I'm told", Sheila worked up a naughty smile for him, then she chuckled nervously.

"What are you talking about?" Paul asked, half excited, half appalled.

She DID think he was too small!

"It makes your cock bigger. Supposedly. Something about the gene therapy. It affects your glands and your bloodflow. So I've heard."

"Where did you hear this? Do you know someone who's taking it?" Paul asked. He felt more inadequate than ever somehow. She pitied him! Why else would she call him "poor thing". He felt sick all of the sudden.

"I used to know someone who was taking it. He's probably still taking it. He swore by it."

Sheila's smile left her face. Paul wondered if she was referring to her old boyfriend. He hoped he was wrong. He didn't want to ask her who the guy was but he had to know. Before he could muster the nerve to ask, she answered for him.

"It was my ex-boyfriend John. The one I told you about. He'd heard about Promade from this friend of his before it was even on the market. He got hold of some before it even came out. Not like he needed it."

What did she mean by that? "Not like he needed it." Was he bald? Not bald? Hung like a horse? What?? Paul's heart sunk to the pit of his stomach.

Sheila suddenly seemed lost in thought, replaying some sad episode in her previous relationship perhaps. Or maybe she still loved the guy. Shit!

Dammit!

"He didn't need it? What do you mean? Was he losing his hair?"

Sheila put her hand on Paul's and squeezed it. "Let's not talk about him, okay?"

Now Paul was really worried. She saw tears well up in his eyes. She kissed him flush on the mouth, hoping to change the subject. Was she thinking of her ex? Was she missing the feel of his big dick filling her up?

Yes she was. Paul felt Sheila's tongue slip into his mouth and entwine itself with his, then he felt her shove her tongue even deeper, crushing herself against him with surprising force and passion. His member suddenly stiffened against her leg. She took it between her thumb and forefinger and started stroking. It felt smaller than one of her tampons, she thought to herself. Sheila pushed Paul back into the pillows and straddled him, guiding his erect little cock into her dripping wet snatch. Paul moaned with pleasure, his mind reeling, his heart racing. Sheila closed her eyes and proceeded to grind her clit against his pubic bone. Her flared hips suddenly began to gyrate in a perfect machinelike rhythm. They were the fluid, time-tested moves that a new lover can only assume were perfected on the guy or guys who came before him. Sheila was unbelievable on top! Paul reached up and squeezed her pert little breasts and a sigh escaped her lips. Her hips pumped and undulated in wider circles. His tiny cock would fly out of her, but it always seem to fly right back in. It was like he couldn't miss!

Finally she came. Her eyes went wide and she smiled brightly down on Paul, staring deep into his eyes as she shuddered from her first orgasm with him.

After a few moments of silence, laying wrapped in each other's arms, the Promade commercial came on the TV. The couple both watched in silence, neither one said a word about it until a few minutes later. Paul spoke first.

"So your ex. This John. Did that stuff make his cock bigger?"

The question only quieted Sheila, forcing her once again to think of her ex's huge cock. It had been above average BEFORE he'd started taking the Promade. Eight inches long and a full six inches in circumference. She could only just barely wrap her fingers all the way around it when she first met him. In the three years she spent with him she'd stretched to accommodate his size. Towards the end though it took two hands to handle it. In two years' time she grew to love John Crane's big dick. Too much in fact. That was the problem. He was an insensitive jerk with damned few redeeming qualities. Except for that one outstanding feature of his. She'd wanted to leave him for a long time but could never bear the thought of kissing that sweet dick of his goodbye. One day he came to her and told her all about Promade. He had the inside scoop on it, on its rumored "side effects", and though his hair wasn't thinning he convinced Sheila to pitch in and help him invest in a bottle of the stuff. The sight of his penis slowly growing to nine, then ten, then eleven inches was an amazing miracle beyond their wildest dreams. He stretched her pussy to capacity when he fucked her, just like he had when they first met. Sheila paid for the second bottle herself.

In the last month before their breakup Sheila had enjoyed intense nightly fuckfests like she never imagined possible. She never felt so... filled up. So satisfied. She couldn't believe it. Every morning her body would still be burning from the previous night's lovemaking. She tried once and for all to forget about his shortcomings and began to think of marrying him. One day though she came home early from work and discovered John banging the neighbor, an unattractive woman he barely knew. It was stupid, like he wanted to get caught. Or didn't care. Or he couldn't help himself.

Sheila decided to make a clean break of it and left him that day. He never apologized. Never begged her to stay.

"Yeah, it grew", Sheila replied matter-of-factly.

"Do you think it would work on me?" Paul asked.

The corner of Sheila's mouth curled up into a tiny smile. Paul was just the opposite of John. So sweet and sensitive, if only he weren't lacking down there he'd be the ideal man.

"I think it might. I have no way of knowing but you'll never be sure unless you give it a try."

She pulled on Paul's limp member. It felt tiny again, like a little boy's wiener. She suppressed a chuckle and tried to imagine the his embarrassment. She felt tender, almost motherly toward Paul. She knew that she could never let him know how large her old boyfriend really was. It would destroy his ego. She'd said too much already and besides, that was all in the past now. She sucked his tiny cock into her mouth like she was sucking on a baby's finger. Paul's mood perked right up.

"I could put it on my credit card", he thought aloud, his mind made up to try it.

Part 7

After two months on Promade Steve Gold's penis growth seemed to have slowed down to a crawl. When he wasn't selling cars to keep up his AND Tucker's new "living expenses" he was fighting off the constant demands of his huge cock. He was boffing other women as much as he could, but his come-on lines were getting stupider and less effective all the time. Only the most desperate, sometimes even ugly, girls would get in his car with him. He was masturbating more than he ever had in his life. He found himself disappearing into bathroom stalls wherever he went... to relieve his blue balls. And still it was never enough. He could smell women wherever he went.

The sight of a nice tight ass or, god forbid, some exposed cleavage would send him into a frenzy. He could barely make it through the day without dragging Karen behind closed doors for a mid-day hand job. It was the first time he really truly saw the value of having a girlfriend. He came to feel damned lucky that he had a steady girl who was with him at work and who he could go home with and fuck every night. "She understands my needs", was what he told himself. Backroom daytime hand jobs seemed extremely tawdry to this nice old fashioned girl but Karen willing, as long as they didn't get caught by the owner. She knew by now that it was the Promade that was affecting Steve. She found it rather fascinating. She had been looking for a husband when she first met Steve. Someone to settle down with. Now at the ripe old age of 36, thanks in part to Steve's constant horniness, she was experiencing a belated sexual liberation. She surprised even herself. Her life was like something from one of the cheap romance novels she was addicted to. Steve finally got around to telling her about the Promade, to explain what was happening to him. It was too much effort for him to keep lying about it. She pretended she didn't already know and accepted the news calmly, giving him her complete approval. She loved Steve and was more convinced than ever that this was the man she wanted to spend the rest of her life with.

She met Donna for lunch at the neighborhood sandwich shop, as usual, and shared all her intimate secrets with her.

"I know he's still terribly immature and a bit dumb. And I'm aware that he still looks at other women, but Donna he bought that condo for me. I think this is it. There's been a change in him I think. I think I've been a good influence on the big lug. I don't know, do you think I'm imagining things?" Karen smiled, thinking of the previous night's lovemaking session as she took a bite of her egg salad sandwich.

"Well you know I've never thought it was a good idea to think you can change a man. But it sounds like he's really starting to come around, Karen.

You really seem happy these days... for the first time in a long time. I'm really happy for you guys."

Donna smiled back at her friend, her pert nose crinkled in that cute way of hers.

"And in the bedroom things are... my god Donna it's intense. It's almost more than I can handle. Some mornings I can hardly walk into work, if you know what I mean."

"Just be thankful you have a desk job honey." Donna blurted out a bit too loudly, making herself laugh.

"I just hope he proposes soon. I feel like I'm in competition with all these other women out there. I know he loves me. I just want to settle down, you know? Maybe it's my insecurities getting the best of me but I want that ring on my finger", Karen whispered across the table.

"Well, I'm just happy that you're happy. And I'm happy that so many guys are buying this Promade stuff. I'm making a killing on it, ya know? I wonder when they're gonna come out with Promade for women? Do you ever wonder about that?", Donna asked offhandedly.

"I never thought of that. You mean a pill that makes your boobs grow?"

Karen furled her forehead skeptically. She considered her C cuppers to be quite large enough, thank you.

"I guarantee you they'd make a fortune off it." Donna answered as she quickly tucked her arms together comically, making her boobs swell up and down out of the top of her blouse.

Two guys sitting across at the counter noticed this. One of them dropped his coffee, causing a commotion. Karen was blushing with embarrassment but Donna wasn't. The two women had a good laugh and got up to leave.

"For better or worse honey, nothing attracts a man's attention like cleavage. It never fails." Donna said under her breath.

"I suppose you're right about that", Karen agreed.

Later that night Karen was cleaning up the living room, feeling pretty great about her life. As she rifled through a stack of old newspapers she came across Steve's open briefcase. What Karen found inside shocked her and made her sick. It was Steve's secret stash of porno mags.

"Why would he be so stupid and leave this here where I can find it?"

she wondered aloud to herself as she thumbed through the trashy magazines.

There were almost a dozen of them, all featuring women with gigantic augmented breasts shaped like balloons. Some of the pages were stuck together. There were also tissues in there, and a small tube of lotion.

Karen attributed it to his weakness. The Promade was doing this to him, making him horny constantly. Part of her thought that maybe he should stop taking it, even though Donna had assured her that it was totally harmless.

Another part of her (she was surprised to discover) actually enjoyed the fact that her man Steve was such a horndog. She parted the curtains and looked outside at Steve in his shorts and t-shirt, washing his car. She could see the bulge in his pants from fifty feet away. She always knew that he considered himself god's gift to women. But lately she herself felt he was god's gift... to HER. He was a Superstud. The kind of guy who just LIKED these kinds of magazines, she figured. She decided not to take it personally. At least he was staying home with her most nights. She just told herself it came with the territory.

Karen couldn't believe that this was the guy she'd wound up with. Only a year ago she was dating Leonard Grimes, the balding, slightly paunchy guy from the bookstore. Leonard sure never kept a stash of tit mags. He didn't have a Porsche to wash either. He took the bus. After almost a year with Leonard she'd reconciled herself to the idea that he was perhaps the best she could do. At the time she really just wanted to settle down with someone and Leonard was thoughtful, loving, and available. Karen dated him off and on for almost a year, and talked herself into falling in love with the guy, even though she suspected maybe he was a latent homosexual. Then one day Steve hit on her at work, inviting her out for an after hours drink. It was the first time that "his type" had ever hit on her. She was stunned and almost said no. He was younger than her and he certainly wasn't that bright of a guy. But he sure was attractive. She went out with him on a lark and didn't resist when he kissed her in the car that first night out. On their second date his hands were all over her body. It all seemed quite sordid to her at the time, but also totally exhilarating. Steve made her feel like a woman, a desirable sexual woman, for the first time in her life.

She'd been playing catch up with him ever since, and was loving every minute of it. As she flipped through an lone issue of "Woman Inc." she marveled at Steve's weird taste in girlie mags. "Woman Inc." was a lifestyle magazine similar to Cosmopolitan that catered to powerful business women.

She noticed that many of the CEOs were quite sexy. They all wore sensible business suits, with tailored jackets often held together with one button which strained to contain their bosom. Karen inhaled and swelled her 36 C chest out. She looked at herself in the living room mirror and noticed her nipples were showing through her T-shirt. She smoothed a palm over one stiff nipple and cupped her breast lightly. She felt old. Saggy. She gazed back at the stack of big boob magazines in Steve's brief case. Every woman was endowed with huge 40" inch chests it seemed.... nothing smaller than an E cup. She put his briefcase back, thinking that she'd have to keep a watchful eye on her old man in the future.

Part 8

Promade was a raging success all over the country. Men began to talk about Promade openly. In the streets, on television, at work. The jokes about the silly commercials continued, but the drug was quickly taking its place in the mainstream. The sexual side effects were well known by now.

Bald and unbald men alike bought Promade by the truckloads.

Seemingly overnight Luna Genetics became the biggest name in the pharmaceutical industry as well as the fastest rising star on Wall Street.

Through the success of Promade alone Luna Genetics saw its stock shoot through the roof and embark on a sure and steady ascent that would scarcely ever see even a minor dip in price per share. Savvy investors the world over bought Luna Genetics. From the big money players on down to the small timers and a record number of first time speculators; they were all making money hand over fist. The ranks of Luna Genetics' shareholders included some dedicated Promade users who still had discretionary income with which to play the stock market. But an increasing majority of the shareholders were women. Women saw what a raging success the product was and rightly surmised that Luna Genetics, preying as they were on the bottomless vanities of men, would be a gold mine for many years to come.

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Nearly two months after starting on Promade himself, Tucker Hicks was enjoying a thickening head of hair. His bald spot was slowly filling in with curly blonde hair and Cassidy even commented on it, as if it were just some natural turn of events. His cock however was not experiencing the rapid growth that Steve's had. It was slightly longer by just less than a half inch, and his erections seemed more frequent, but it was nothing dramatic.

Nothing that Cassidy had taken notice of during the couple's infrequent lovemaking sessions. Although as his hair proceeded to fill in, he noticed that Cassidy treated him a little nicer. The Promade was working, it just wasn't working fast enough to suit Tucker Hicks. He came to resent his buddy Steve even more. Sometimes he even hated his old friend. Why should HE have all the money, and all the women, and all the hair, AND all the cock? He owed Steve twelve hundred dollars already and would soon be forced to ask for another six hundred. Something about his little plan no longer made sense, not even to him. Hopefully he'd be ready to come clean with Cassidy next month.

Paul Morton was bringing up the rear, having started on Promade all of three weeks ago. The weakest and least athletic of the three friends felt the drug go to work right away. After only a few weeks he felt infused with a new vitality and energy, like he'd never felt before. He was still no he-man, not by a long shot, but to him the Promade felt like a great dose of testosterone. Most amazingly, his cock had begun to grow larger. It was now over five and a half inches fully erect, well within the "normal" range.

He'd confessed his love to Sheila by now, partly as an expression of his gratitude. And while she still insisted on taking things slow, she felt closer to him than ever. Paul's happiness over his new growth was no secret and she was happy for him.

Back at Sheila's apartment, Paul cooked a special weekend dinner for his new lover.

"Isn't it time for your pill, honey?"

Paul looked up at the clock. It was only five minutes past the hour he was due. Sheila seemed to keep better track of these things that he did. She picked the bottle of Promade up and shook it. It was half empty and made a loud rattling sound. She took out one of the large pills and raised it to Paul's mouth.

"Open up like a good boy. Thaaaat's it. Take your medicine."

He felt silly when she talked to him like this. But he liked it. Paul choked down the pill. It always hurt to swallow the Promade pills, but Sheila seemed not to notice. Every time she fed him his pill in this teasing fashion it would result in an instant erection for Paul, and tonight was no exception. In fact he'd not experienced his "little problem" since that first night together with Sheila. She reached up and kissed him on the mouth and pressed her tight body up against his, driving him back against the refrigerator. Her passions didn't surprise him as much as they had at first.

Of course he loved it when she forced herself on him. As she probed his mouth with her tongue, Sheila reached down and unbuckled his pants and pulled out his stiff member, right there in the kitchen!

"Ooooh, I think it's even bigger than it was yesterday", she cooed in his ear.

She giggled as she pulled on his cock roughly, like she was trying to lengthen it. It was painful but in a good way. She slowly dropped to her knees and brushed Paul's rigid member against her soft cheeks. She scratched his little balls lightly with her fingernails and it gave him a chill. His prick sprung up in the air from the sensation. To him it looked huge, compared to what he was accustomed to. Sheila traced her tongue along his shaft sexily, wrapping her lips around its head. He felt like a man. Sheila proceeded to suck him off.

She had never been able to get her lips around her ex-boyfriend's cock head, let alone take it in her mouth. She enjoyed feeling Paul's cock glide over her tongue and bump against the back of her throat. One of the benefits of a small cock, she thought to herself as she looked up at Paul. She loved pleasuring him this way and enjoyed having another "growing boy" to play with again. She only wished the Promade would work faster. She bobbed on his cock like she was trying to make it grow by suction alone. Soon Paul spurted onto her tongue. It wasn't much and she swallowed it all. She rose to her feet and kissed her lover on the mouth. Paul could taste his own saltiness on her lips as they kissed. For the first time ever his cock didn't go soft after sex.

As she slipped one thigh between his legs she could feel his manhood still completely stiff. This excited both of them. She unbuttoned her jeans and shimmied out of them and climbed up on the counter, spreading her legs for her lover. She wanted him inside her. Her pussy opened up and glistened under the bright kitchen lights. Topped by a large black bush, with outsized dark lips, it occurred to Paul that Sheila's pussy looked... well, sorta big. He kissed her neck and shoulders, working his way down. Sheila unbuttoned her tiny blouse and unclasped her front hook bra. Her smallish nipples were puffy and sensitive. Paul nibbled them, making her squirm. Then he moved down and nuzzled her bush. The sweet smell of her sex filled his nostrils. It smelled strange but pleasantly familiar to him, like a familiar smell from childhood. Nothing had ever smelled so intense or so wonderful, he thought to himself. His mind reeled as he buried his face in her pussy, licking and sucking it, probing it with his tongue. Sheila spread her legs further apart and her opening widened. Paul's chin slipped in as he sucked on Sheila's clit. He inserted a finger into her pussy, then another. He could fit his whole hand inside her with no difficulty. Before he had a chance to give this much thought she pulled him up and drew his hips close to her. His prick slipped into her well-lubricated hole with no effort whatsoever, almost like it was sucked in by a back draft. He felt no resistance inside her until she drew her muscular legs together. He felt the walls of her vagina close around him, soft and wet. As he began to pump away Sheila bit her lip. Wonderful feelings flickered through both of their bodies. As Paul bumped and grinded into her clit, her mind still wandered to thoughts of her ex's fat ten inch cock. How big was it now? And who was he fucking with it? Did she miss the bastard? Or did she simply miss the feeling of his meat sliding in and out of her, stretching her? God yes did she ever miss that feeling.

She reached for the bottle of Promade and knocked it over. A dozen or so large brown pills spilled out onto the counter and she grabbed a handful.

Paul huffed and puffed. Premature ejaculation was no problem for him this time. Sheila kept her legs locked around his waist and pulled him deeper and deeper into her. As he rammed his hips against hers, her titties jiggled ever so slightly. Her face was flushed, her eyes wide with desire, her mouth wet. She put one of the pills to Paul's mouth and pushed it in with her fingers. He'd already taken his third and final pill of the day, only a few minutes ago. The indications on the bottle warned not to exceed three pills a day but he made no effort to resist as he felt Sheila's slender finger's probe his mouth, shoving the pill to the back of his throat. It turned him on. As he swallowed the overdose, Sheila kissed him hard and increased the force and tempo of her hip thrusts. Paul's dick whipped in and out of her sloppy cunt with great speed, he could feel her moisture spread down the front of his thighs. Sheila could barely feel Paul's manhood inside her though. Her only stimulation came from his pubic bone colliding with her swollen, sensitive clit. She couldn't cum this way.

She focussed, trying to will an orgasm. The sight of a large zucchini sitting by the sink only reminded her of what her burning body was hungry for; to be stuffed full with a man-sized cock.

In her palm she still had a handful of the pills.

As she tightened her grip on Paul with both strong legs and pulled him deeper into her she thought perhaps she could feel the head of his cock bump inside her. Maybe? She couldn't tell. She thought back to how cautiously and carefully she once had to fuck her ex in the early days, how she could barely fit him inside her and what a terrible thrill it was their first time. She put her hand to Paul's mouth and inserted another Promade, like a mother feeding vitamins to a child. He swallowed it down. Part of him was afraid of what she was trying to do but he didn't stop her when she inserted a second pill and then a third... then the rest into his mouth. He counted, six... no, seven of the large pills. Over three days' worth! Sheila locked down on him with her own mouth. She forced the pills into him with her tongue. It gave her a wild thrill. She thought she knew what she was doing.

She felt extremely naughty. Paul swallowed the pills one by one, without water, pushing the pain and the panic out of his mind. Sheila smiled back at him, staring at him with that wild look in her eyes as she finally reached a shuddering climax.

Paul felt her pussy clench around the base of his boner.

Sheila shook like a leaf and imagined Paul's manhood swelling larger inside her.