By Mr. Grey
"I swear, this semester is doing some kind of permanent damage to my brain . . ." Cathy said, as she flipped through her English Poetry textbook.
"You said it," her roommate Emily agreed, not looking up from her own textbook.
"This is so—! Listen:Like as a huntsman after weary chase
seeing the game from him escaped away,
sits down to rest him in some shady place,
with panting hounds beguiled of their pray . . .
I mean—he's talking about a woman!" Cathy exclaimed, fed up.
"Mmmm-hmmm . . ." Emily agreed again, still not looking up from her desk. The two girls sat at opposite sides of the room, their desk lamps on and some old Sarah Mclachlan playing in the background.
"And then he starts talking about tying her up, and—" Cathy sighed, giving up, "I'll just be glad when I can get this class out of the way and get into medical school." Cathy took a sip of some coffee that was sitting beside her.
Emily sat up and closed her book, "I need a break."
Cathy seemed to like that idea and got up too. The two girls walked outside into the hallway of their dorm building. It was almost ten o'clock. Most of the other students were either at a party, studying, or asleep.
After walking around for a bit, Emily and Cathy returned to their room.
"There's nothing to do," Cathy said, sitting on her bed, squeezing a pillow between her arms. She laid her head down on the pillow, bored out of her mind. Emily stood and looked around their room. Posters of female singer-songwriters, posing with their acoustic guitars; reprints of famous paintings, some Picasso, some Dali; these all adorned the walls of Emily and Cathy's room. They each had been in college for two years; Emily in pursuit of a degree in art, Cathy in pursuit of a medical degree.
They had each gotten scholarships to be here; Emily with her artwork, and Cathy with her grades. Cathy now worked interning at a local hospital, mostly doing paperwork, while Emily was a waitress at a small coffeehouse downtown, where she also sold her sculptures and read some of her poetry on open mic night.
The two girls were about to just go to sleep. Nothing exciting seemed to be coming their way this night. That's when there was a knock at the door. Emily turned around since she was already standing next to the door. She glanced at Cathy as if to ask, "Who could that be?" Cathy shrugged her shoulders. Emily did the same and then opened the door.
In the hallway stood a young man, probably a few years their senior, holding a plastic bag full of..something.
"Hey, girls," he said, friendly enough, "Just going around seein' if anyone wants to have a little fun . . ." He shook the bag which Emily could now clearly see was pot.
Emily laughed a bit, "How much?"
"Twenty for this," he said, producing a smaller bag from his jacket. Emily thought about it for a minute. She looked back at Cathy, "It's some guy selling weed."
Cathy shrugged her shoulders, "Get some. Something has to keep me from going insane from boredom . . ."
Emily turned back to the man, "Alright, we'll take it." She grabbed her purse sitting on the desk and pulled out a twenty dollar bill.
"Awesome . . . awesome . . ." the guy said, exchanging the bill and the bag with Emily, "I'll stop by again later to see if you guys need any more . . ."
"Thanks, but . . . this should be enough . . ." Emily said, rolling her eyes at Cathy.
"That's what they all say . . ." the man said. "This is my own special formula. You guys should enjoy it . . . trust me . . ."
With that said, the man walked off, leaving Emily standing in the doorway with the small bag.
"Whatever . . ." Emily said to herself, then turned to Cathy as she closed the door, ". . . freak."
"What?" Cathy asked, perking up when she saw the bag.
"Nothing, that guy was just being weird," she explained, grabbing some papers and a lighter from her drawer.
"Talking about how this is some special formula that he made himself . . ."
"Those guys all say that," Cathy said. "Roll me one." Emily began to roll each of them a joint. Cathy watched her, thinking of her day tomorrow, "We'll just do this one. Then, we'll eat some snacks, watch some Daily Show and go to bed. We can't stay up too late with this test tomorrow."
Emily was focusing on the joint she was rolling. "I know . . ." She finished one and handed it to Cathy, who quickly lit it up and took a drag. "How is it?" she asked, finishing hers.
Cathy blew a cloud of smoke out, already feeling relaxed, "Not bad." Emily lit her own up and joined her friend.
The two girls quietly smoked their joints, Cathy eventually ending up laying on the floor wrapping a piece of string around her finger to watch the tip of her finger turn purple, and Emily laying on her stomach on the bed, intensely examining the stitch work on her bedspread.
"This pattern is beautiful . . ." she said to no one.
Cathy looking up from her swollen finger, "Huh?"
Emily's brow furrowed, "Huh?"
This brought the two girls into a giggling fit. As their laughter died down, Emily noticed something strange about Cathy. She looked closer and closer at her friend, knowing something was wrong, but not quite being able to figure it out. Suddenly, she had it, "Hey Cathy!" Cathy looked up at her friend. "You have a tan!"
The girls thought this was even funnier. When their laughter died down again, Cathy inquired about her friends observation, "What do you mean? What does that mean?"
"Just what I said," she explained, getting off the bed to sit next to Cathy on the floor, "you have a tan."
Cathy figured her friend was just messing with her, "How could I have a tan? Where would I have gotten a tan from?"
"I don't know but you do! You look like those cheerleaders that come to the cafe on Saturdays. You look like you've been at the beach all month!"
Cathy didn't believe her friend, but looking down at her arm, she realized that, yes, she did have a tan. How strange... "How did I get a t—Hey!" she yelled, causing Emily to jump. "You're . . . you're hair—"
"What about it?" Emily said, frightened and clutching a strand of her long brown hair.
"It's turning . . . Yeah! It's turning blonde!" After Cathy said this, she giggled.
Both girls sat still after that. They look at each other with wide eyes. "What's going on?" Cathy asked, in a new helium-pitched voice.
"My God, Cathy! Your voice!"
"I know, make it stop!"
"I don't know how!"
The girls were getting worried. Suddenly, Emily had an idea, "It must be the pot . . . Making us see stuff.
Let's just relax and take it easy . . ."
"Ok . . ."
"Why don't we turn on some music?"
Cathy seemed to like that idea. Emily walked over to their CD collection and frowned. Nothing they had seemed very good. "Who's Ani Difra . . . something? Don't we have any, like, Usher or Justin Timberlake?"
Cathy frowned, too. "I don't know . . . Maybe we should just watch TV until we get cooler CDs . . ."
Emily agreed to this and sat down beside her friend, who now had much bigger breasts than she did a minute ago. Emily was about to say something, but then she realized how jealous she was and decided to forget about it. Cathy flipped on the TV and started looking for something to watch. "What was that you wanted to watch a minute ago?"
"The Daily Show . . ." Emily said, not too sure of her decision anymore. "But see what's on MTV first."
"'Kay!" Cathy said, feeling much better. Cathy glanced down at Emily's chest and realized that she almost had as big a cup size as she did. She knew Emily had been jealous of her tits, but she couldn't see any reason why anymore.
"Ooooo! The Real World!" Emily said, excited. The two girls giggled at all the cute boys on the TV as their bodies continued to change. When the show was over, Emily looked at her friend and was shocked at the transformation.
Cathy's simple figure had become a voluptuous vixen's with massive tits and killer firm ass. Her "no make-up" rule had become non-existent with her eyes outlined in dark liner and mascara, while her lips had a glittery pink color to them now. Emily didn't know it, but she had gone through the same change.
"Emily . . ." Cathy said, frightened, her voice sounding like an eight year old's, "I think something has happened to us."
Emily didn't seem to notice, "Why don't we, like, smoke another joint? That'll make us feel better." Emily's voice had become a parody of a valley girl. Cathy agreed with Emily's plan and rolled the two of them another joint. They each lit theirs up and sat back, trying to clear their head.
"God, I just want to get this test out of the way!" Emily sat back and blew the smoke in the air. A cloud now hung over their room, drowning their heads in it's sweet smell.
"I know what you mean," Cathy said, taking another drag, "We should just study some more!"
"Good idea!" Emily said. They each grabbed the books they had been reading and returned back to the floor, sitting across from one another. Cathy tried desperately to follow the Edmund Spenser poem she had been reading moments ago, but couldn't quite grasp it. "This is hard!" she pouted.
"Totally!" Emily agreed and giggling, twirling a strand of hair around her finger, "Reading's boring!"
"Maybe we could just shove the book in our heads, then it'll all be up there so we won't have to remember it all!"
"Like, will that work?"
"Maybe if we do it through our ears . . ." Cathy gave this a shot, but found that it couldn't be done, "Nope, my ear's too big . . . I mean, too small . . ."
"I'm a dumb moron." Emily said bluntly.
"I feel like my head's full of air . . ."
"Airhead!" Emily yelled, giggling to herself.
"Shut up! Be careful!" Cathy said.
"Why?" Emily said, trying to calm her laughter.
"My brain might fall out . . ." Cathy explained.
"I think it already did . . ." Emily said, looking around the room.
"Well, where'd it go to?" Cathy looked worried.
"Maybe it flew away!"
"Brains gots wings?"
"Uh-huh! Only if they fall out of your head . . ."
"How do you know?"
"I'm stupid!" Cathy said with a smile.
"Stupid stupid stupider stupidest . . ."
"You're the stupidest!"
"Nuh-uh!" Emily debated.
"Yuh-huh!"
"Nuh-uh!"
"Yuh-huh!"
"Yeah, I am . . . Hey! My tits are fake now . . ." Emily realized, feeling the silicone inside her.
"Really? When?"
Emily shrugged, not too interested in it, "I wanna go swimming!"
"Yeah!"
Neither of the girls knew it, but they no longer looked like themselves. From now on, most people would mistake them for twins. They each had bright blonde hair and a dark tan. Their doe-eyes were lined with dark make-up, and their noses were up-turned into cute little nubs on their face. They each had a pair of fake tits that had materialized during their conversation, which looked great in the slutty clothes they found they were wearing.
"My titties say I'm pretty . . ." Emily said, admiring them while she stretched her top out, peering down it.
"Like, what do they say about me?" Cathy asked, seriously wanting to know.
"Who?" Emily said, letting her shirt snap back.
Cathy had forgotten what she was saying.
"Do you think guys wanna fuck my ass?" Emily asked, flipping to give Cathy a good view of her bubbly backside.
"You mean, like, now?"
"I mean all the time!"
"You mean, like, put their cock in it?"
"I wanna suck a cock," Emily said.
"Cock . . ." Cathy echoed, lying on her back and drooling.
"I wanna suck a dick, too. A cock and a dick . . ." Emily shoved three fingers in a pussy and mindlessly
began fucking herself.
"I wanna suck alllllllll the cocks . . ." Cathy sang, playing with her nipples, which couldn't seem to stay
contained in the tube-top she was wearing.
"My tits are like cocks," Emily said, yanking her fingers out of herself with a "Pop!" and going back to gazing at her boobs.
Cathy sat up, interested, "Well, let me suck 'em!"
"Oh okay!" Emily yelled, yanking down her shirt, ripping it a bit as she pushed her huge boobs through. Cathy leaned forward and began to suck on her best friend's tits, "Why haben't we done dis before?" she asked with a hard nipple in her mouth.
"I dunno..." Emily responded, dumbfounded. "Wait . . . how did I get so dumb?"
Cathy sat up and looked her in the eye, "Like, what do you mean?"
"We weren't dummies before! Now look at us! Me and you is dum-dums!" Emily pouted.
"Sooooo . . . ?" Cathy asked, smiling.
"Maybe we should go find some cocks to suck . . ." Emily suggested, forgetting what she was even saying.
"Where?" Cathy asked, sitting up.
"Out there!" Emily said, pointing toward the door.
The two girls excitedly jumped for the door and opened it. Standing on the other side was the man who had sold them their pot. "Like, hi!" the girls said in unison.
"Hello there," the man said, not surprised with the outcome of his creation. The two brainy bitches that he had sold this pot to earlier had become a couple of dumb beach bunnies. "How about it? You want some more . .
. ?" he asked, shaking the bag.
The girls giggled like the couple of idiots they were not and nodded, staring at the man's crotch the whole time.
After inviting him in, the girls stripped each other of their clothes and began to unconsciously make out in front of him. They didn't notice the man taking off his clothes, but when Emmi and Cathi managed to untie their tongues from each other, they looked longingly at the man's erect cock. The two college girls were drooling as they crawled up to it and took it into their mouths. Emmi would suck on the man's nuts while Cathi blew him, and vice versa.
The man rolled each of the girls more joints and continuously fed them to them while he fucked their so-called brains out. Emmi and Cathi no longer remembered their old lives. Their dreams of success had been replaced with that of two slacker whores, who only cared about their tans and getting high.
The End.
"You said it," her roommate Emily agreed, not looking up from her own textbook.
"This is so—! Listen:Like as a huntsman after weary chase
seeing the game from him escaped away,
sits down to rest him in some shady place,
with panting hounds beguiled of their pray . . .
I mean—he's talking about a woman!" Cathy exclaimed, fed up.
"Mmmm-hmmm . . ." Emily agreed again, still not looking up from her desk. The two girls sat at opposite sides of the room, their desk lamps on and some old Sarah Mclachlan playing in the background.
"And then he starts talking about tying her up, and—" Cathy sighed, giving up, "I'll just be glad when I can get this class out of the way and get into medical school." Cathy took a sip of some coffee that was sitting beside her.
Emily sat up and closed her book, "I need a break."
Cathy seemed to like that idea and got up too. The two girls walked outside into the hallway of their dorm building. It was almost ten o'clock. Most of the other students were either at a party, studying, or asleep.
After walking around for a bit, Emily and Cathy returned to their room.
"There's nothing to do," Cathy said, sitting on her bed, squeezing a pillow between her arms. She laid her head down on the pillow, bored out of her mind. Emily stood and looked around their room. Posters of female singer-songwriters, posing with their acoustic guitars; reprints of famous paintings, some Picasso, some Dali; these all adorned the walls of Emily and Cathy's room. They each had been in college for two years; Emily in pursuit of a degree in art, Cathy in pursuit of a medical degree.
They had each gotten scholarships to be here; Emily with her artwork, and Cathy with her grades. Cathy now worked interning at a local hospital, mostly doing paperwork, while Emily was a waitress at a small coffeehouse downtown, where she also sold her sculptures and read some of her poetry on open mic night.
The two girls were about to just go to sleep. Nothing exciting seemed to be coming their way this night. That's when there was a knock at the door. Emily turned around since she was already standing next to the door. She glanced at Cathy as if to ask, "Who could that be?" Cathy shrugged her shoulders. Emily did the same and then opened the door.
In the hallway stood a young man, probably a few years their senior, holding a plastic bag full of..something.
"Hey, girls," he said, friendly enough, "Just going around seein' if anyone wants to have a little fun . . ." He shook the bag which Emily could now clearly see was pot.
Emily laughed a bit, "How much?"
"Twenty for this," he said, producing a smaller bag from his jacket. Emily thought about it for a minute. She looked back at Cathy, "It's some guy selling weed."
Cathy shrugged her shoulders, "Get some. Something has to keep me from going insane from boredom . . ."
Emily turned back to the man, "Alright, we'll take it." She grabbed her purse sitting on the desk and pulled out a twenty dollar bill.
"Awesome . . . awesome . . ." the guy said, exchanging the bill and the bag with Emily, "I'll stop by again later to see if you guys need any more . . ."
"Thanks, but . . . this should be enough . . ." Emily said, rolling her eyes at Cathy.
"That's what they all say . . ." the man said. "This is my own special formula. You guys should enjoy it . . . trust me . . ."
With that said, the man walked off, leaving Emily standing in the doorway with the small bag.
"Whatever . . ." Emily said to herself, then turned to Cathy as she closed the door, ". . . freak."
"What?" Cathy asked, perking up when she saw the bag.
"Nothing, that guy was just being weird," she explained, grabbing some papers and a lighter from her drawer.
"Talking about how this is some special formula that he made himself . . ."
"Those guys all say that," Cathy said. "Roll me one." Emily began to roll each of them a joint. Cathy watched her, thinking of her day tomorrow, "We'll just do this one. Then, we'll eat some snacks, watch some Daily Show and go to bed. We can't stay up too late with this test tomorrow."
Emily was focusing on the joint she was rolling. "I know . . ." She finished one and handed it to Cathy, who quickly lit it up and took a drag. "How is it?" she asked, finishing hers.
Cathy blew a cloud of smoke out, already feeling relaxed, "Not bad." Emily lit her own up and joined her friend.
The two girls quietly smoked their joints, Cathy eventually ending up laying on the floor wrapping a piece of string around her finger to watch the tip of her finger turn purple, and Emily laying on her stomach on the bed, intensely examining the stitch work on her bedspread.
"This pattern is beautiful . . ." she said to no one.
Cathy looking up from her swollen finger, "Huh?"
Emily's brow furrowed, "Huh?"
This brought the two girls into a giggling fit. As their laughter died down, Emily noticed something strange about Cathy. She looked closer and closer at her friend, knowing something was wrong, but not quite being able to figure it out. Suddenly, she had it, "Hey Cathy!" Cathy looked up at her friend. "You have a tan!"
The girls thought this was even funnier. When their laughter died down again, Cathy inquired about her friends observation, "What do you mean? What does that mean?"
"Just what I said," she explained, getting off the bed to sit next to Cathy on the floor, "you have a tan."
Cathy figured her friend was just messing with her, "How could I have a tan? Where would I have gotten a tan from?"
"I don't know but you do! You look like those cheerleaders that come to the cafe on Saturdays. You look like you've been at the beach all month!"
Cathy didn't believe her friend, but looking down at her arm, she realized that, yes, she did have a tan. How strange... "How did I get a t—Hey!" she yelled, causing Emily to jump. "You're . . . you're hair—"
"What about it?" Emily said, frightened and clutching a strand of her long brown hair.
"It's turning . . . Yeah! It's turning blonde!" After Cathy said this, she giggled.
Both girls sat still after that. They look at each other with wide eyes. "What's going on?" Cathy asked, in a new helium-pitched voice.
"My God, Cathy! Your voice!"
"I know, make it stop!"
"I don't know how!"
The girls were getting worried. Suddenly, Emily had an idea, "It must be the pot . . . Making us see stuff.
Let's just relax and take it easy . . ."
"Ok . . ."
"Why don't we turn on some music?"
Cathy seemed to like that idea. Emily walked over to their CD collection and frowned. Nothing they had seemed very good. "Who's Ani Difra . . . something? Don't we have any, like, Usher or Justin Timberlake?"
Cathy frowned, too. "I don't know . . . Maybe we should just watch TV until we get cooler CDs . . ."
Emily agreed to this and sat down beside her friend, who now had much bigger breasts than she did a minute ago. Emily was about to say something, but then she realized how jealous she was and decided to forget about it. Cathy flipped on the TV and started looking for something to watch. "What was that you wanted to watch a minute ago?"
"The Daily Show . . ." Emily said, not too sure of her decision anymore. "But see what's on MTV first."
"'Kay!" Cathy said, feeling much better. Cathy glanced down at Emily's chest and realized that she almost had as big a cup size as she did. She knew Emily had been jealous of her tits, but she couldn't see any reason why anymore.
"Ooooo! The Real World!" Emily said, excited. The two girls giggled at all the cute boys on the TV as their bodies continued to change. When the show was over, Emily looked at her friend and was shocked at the transformation.
Cathy's simple figure had become a voluptuous vixen's with massive tits and killer firm ass. Her "no make-up" rule had become non-existent with her eyes outlined in dark liner and mascara, while her lips had a glittery pink color to them now. Emily didn't know it, but she had gone through the same change.
"Emily . . ." Cathy said, frightened, her voice sounding like an eight year old's, "I think something has happened to us."
Emily didn't seem to notice, "Why don't we, like, smoke another joint? That'll make us feel better." Emily's voice had become a parody of a valley girl. Cathy agreed with Emily's plan and rolled the two of them another joint. They each lit theirs up and sat back, trying to clear their head.
"God, I just want to get this test out of the way!" Emily sat back and blew the smoke in the air. A cloud now hung over their room, drowning their heads in it's sweet smell.
"I know what you mean," Cathy said, taking another drag, "We should just study some more!"
"Good idea!" Emily said. They each grabbed the books they had been reading and returned back to the floor, sitting across from one another. Cathy tried desperately to follow the Edmund Spenser poem she had been reading moments ago, but couldn't quite grasp it. "This is hard!" she pouted.
"Totally!" Emily agreed and giggling, twirling a strand of hair around her finger, "Reading's boring!"
"Maybe we could just shove the book in our heads, then it'll all be up there so we won't have to remember it all!"
"Like, will that work?"
"Maybe if we do it through our ears . . ." Cathy gave this a shot, but found that it couldn't be done, "Nope, my ear's too big . . . I mean, too small . . ."
"I'm a dumb moron." Emily said bluntly.
"I feel like my head's full of air . . ."
"Airhead!" Emily yelled, giggling to herself.
"Shut up! Be careful!" Cathy said.
"Why?" Emily said, trying to calm her laughter.
"My brain might fall out . . ." Cathy explained.
"I think it already did . . ." Emily said, looking around the room.
"Well, where'd it go to?" Cathy looked worried.
"Maybe it flew away!"
"Brains gots wings?"
"Uh-huh! Only if they fall out of your head . . ."
"How do you know?"
"I'm stupid!" Cathy said with a smile.
"Stupid stupid stupider stupidest . . ."
"You're the stupidest!"
"Nuh-uh!" Emily debated.
"Yuh-huh!"
"Nuh-uh!"
"Yuh-huh!"
"Yeah, I am . . . Hey! My tits are fake now . . ." Emily realized, feeling the silicone inside her.
"Really? When?"
Emily shrugged, not too interested in it, "I wanna go swimming!"
"Yeah!"
Neither of the girls knew it, but they no longer looked like themselves. From now on, most people would mistake them for twins. They each had bright blonde hair and a dark tan. Their doe-eyes were lined with dark make-up, and their noses were up-turned into cute little nubs on their face. They each had a pair of fake tits that had materialized during their conversation, which looked great in the slutty clothes they found they were wearing.
"My titties say I'm pretty . . ." Emily said, admiring them while she stretched her top out, peering down it.
"Like, what do they say about me?" Cathy asked, seriously wanting to know.
"Who?" Emily said, letting her shirt snap back.
Cathy had forgotten what she was saying.
"Do you think guys wanna fuck my ass?" Emily asked, flipping to give Cathy a good view of her bubbly backside.
"You mean, like, now?"
"I mean all the time!"
"You mean, like, put their cock in it?"
"I wanna suck a cock," Emily said.
"Cock . . ." Cathy echoed, lying on her back and drooling.
"I wanna suck a dick, too. A cock and a dick . . ." Emily shoved three fingers in a pussy and mindlessly
began fucking herself.
"I wanna suck alllllllll the cocks . . ." Cathy sang, playing with her nipples, which couldn't seem to stay
contained in the tube-top she was wearing.
"My tits are like cocks," Emily said, yanking her fingers out of herself with a "Pop!" and going back to gazing at her boobs.
Cathy sat up, interested, "Well, let me suck 'em!"
"Oh okay!" Emily yelled, yanking down her shirt, ripping it a bit as she pushed her huge boobs through. Cathy leaned forward and began to suck on her best friend's tits, "Why haben't we done dis before?" she asked with a hard nipple in her mouth.
"I dunno..." Emily responded, dumbfounded. "Wait . . . how did I get so dumb?"
Cathy sat up and looked her in the eye, "Like, what do you mean?"
"We weren't dummies before! Now look at us! Me and you is dum-dums!" Emily pouted.
"Sooooo . . . ?" Cathy asked, smiling.
"Maybe we should go find some cocks to suck . . ." Emily suggested, forgetting what she was even saying.
"Where?" Cathy asked, sitting up.
"Out there!" Emily said, pointing toward the door.
The two girls excitedly jumped for the door and opened it. Standing on the other side was the man who had sold them their pot. "Like, hi!" the girls said in unison.
"Hello there," the man said, not surprised with the outcome of his creation. The two brainy bitches that he had sold this pot to earlier had become a couple of dumb beach bunnies. "How about it? You want some more . .
. ?" he asked, shaking the bag.
The girls giggled like the couple of idiots they were not and nodded, staring at the man's crotch the whole time.
After inviting him in, the girls stripped each other of their clothes and began to unconsciously make out in front of him. They didn't notice the man taking off his clothes, but when Emmi and Cathi managed to untie their tongues from each other, they looked longingly at the man's erect cock. The two college girls were drooling as they crawled up to it and took it into their mouths. Emmi would suck on the man's nuts while Cathi blew him, and vice versa.
The man rolled each of the girls more joints and continuously fed them to them while he fucked their so-called brains out. Emmi and Cathi no longer remembered their old lives. Their dreams of success had been replaced with that of two slacker whores, who only cared about their tans and getting high.
The End.
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