A Short Vacation

Jennifer let out a long, slow exhalation as she closed the lid of her laptop. It was over; they’d won. She’d been making GOTV calls for a month straight, and had barely been able to sleep in the four days since the polls had started closing and the entire country had been staring at their laptops– but it was over.

She needed a vacation, but with things as they were that wasn’t in the cards. And soon enough there’d be the new normal to deal with; more politics, more fighting, trying to drag the new President further to the left. But that could wait until Monday. Right now, Jennifer had a date with a slightly more… unconventional stress-reliever.

The little pink pills came in blister-packs of twelve; hers had six remaining. She popped one out and gulped it down dry, then leaned back on the couch and waited.

The first sensation was always the weirdest: it felt like someone had opened up a bottle of seltzer in her brain. She could practically feel her IQ points fizzing away as the drug took hold.

Her hand drifted down to her panties and brushed against her slit, which was already practically dripping with arousal. Her lips were getting fatter and fatter as blood flooded into her hips. She squeezed her clit and spasmed as a lightning-bolt shot through her.

“Gawd, yes…”

The changes were coming quicker now; she could feel her titties starting to swell up from her respectable handfuls into big heavy hangers. Hehe, boobies. Some of her last remaining brain cells that weren’t sinking into a pink fog noted that every time she took one of these pills, her breasts got bigger and bigger – not that it ever carried back over to her normal form.

Her hand slid up under her t-shirt and squeezed her newly-enormous rack, the tit easily overwhelming her small hands, her perfectly-manicured nails sinking into her still-swelling breast. Fingertips found her fat nipple and gave it a little twist, firing off another lightning-quick orgasm through her whole body.

Her hips had been doing some growing, too; she always forgot about that part until her pants started to get uncomfortably tight. Giggling at her own forgetfulness, she pulled them down over her thickening thighs and smiled at her now-exposed crotch. Every strand of hair below her neck had completely vanished, and now her bloated pussy was on full display, two fingers actively thrusting in and out as she squirmed and cooed in pleasure.

Election? Politics? The girl on the couch didn’t care about any of that anymore. Jenni’s next six hours were going to be nothing but masturbating, her totally-empty mind wrapped in a haze of arousal.

Jenni giggled as she stood up, her fingers already jammed deep inside herself. “Smart-me can be so dumb sometimes! She forgot to get the dildoes out!” She walked unsteadily over to her bedroom, hand still busy, and fumbled with the doorknob for a second. “Ooh, I bet I’ll be able to take all of the big one this time…”