Dylan and Jacob were both going through a dry spell. A drunken bet was made, and it was agreed they'd help each other out using the milf pill. Dylan was the winner of the bet, and therefore Jacob would be the first one to try the pill and be the first one potentially getting fucked by the other.
"You feeling ready?" Dylan asked.
"Not really," Jacob sighed. He looked at the pill and then back to Dylan. "Even if I take the pill, I am not sure I'll be able to, well you know have sex with you."
"Well the MILF pill will help with that. There are some mental changes. Like, you'll be heterosexual, a straight women."
"I know, I know. Just still feels weird. God, I guess I should just man up and take the pill already."
"Take your time if you need it," Dylan said, though he was very eager to see Jacob's milf self.
"Fuck it," Jacob said. He ate the pill and chugged a glass of water.
The two young men waited in anticipation. The current Jacob wasn't spectacular looking, like he looked fine, had a boyish cute look, looking young for his age, though he wasn't tall nor muscular. Maybe with some more charisma and if he worked out some, he could have pulled off the pretty boy look.
Now, Jacob was shifting. His shoulders narrowed and he shrunk down in his seat. As he got squished down, body mass moved. Large breasts erupted from his chest. His hips widened. His, or I guess rather her face had lost its youthful sheen, but was still softer, rounder with cheeks a little chubby.
"Oh, god," she moaned. She pulled at her clothes. It was digging into her curvy chubby body. Not painful, but uncomfortable enough to want them off now.
Dylan looked at his friend-turned-milf. He was not at all disappointed, being a man with simple tastes, big boobs and ass, and that's what she possesed in excess.
Jacob got her shirt off over her head. She was free. Then she looked to her side, seeing her friend ogling her naked breasts. Somehow, Jacob found it a little funny and endearing. Dylan had an expression of childlike wonder, and what was he looking at? Her.
"You want to touch them?" Jacob asked her friend.
"C-can I?"
"Hmm. Nah." Jacob giggled. She wanted to at least tease her friend a bit.
"Oh." Dylan said dissappointed.
"But later on, if you treat me right. That's fair, don't you think?"
"Um, yeah, sure," Dylan nodded.
Jacob smiled. Maybe this was going to be fun. Like, taking the MILF pill was supposed to be the worse part of the deal, but as soon as she got tits on her chest, she's in control, and Dylan the thirsty puppy. She felt confident as a result of the MILF pill, and sexy. She stood up, still her chest naked, boobs hanging proudly.
"I want to go out, have a nice dinner, get to know you better," Jacob mused. "But I don't have any clothes," she pointed at her chest and pouted.
"Yeah," Dylan said, still transfixed on her chest.
"So I was thinking..." Jacob started, but she was interrupted.
"Can't we just fuck? No need to play any games and make this weird."
"Um." Jacob was taken aback.
"I just want to fuck like animals," Dylan said. "No bullshit. If we wanted that, we wouldn't be doing this." He placed a hand on her shoulder.
Jacob looked at Dylan. She had to crane her neck up. She felt small and weak, and she relished it. Fuck. Why had her mind flipped so fast. "I guess we can," she gave in.
"Nice bro." Dylan said. "Thank you Jacob!"
"No problem, but please don't call me bro. Don't call me Jacob either. Call me Jaqueline, or Jackie, no that sounds weird too. Just call me something else."
"How about Stephanie?" Dylan suggested.
"I don't know," she shrugged.
"Steph? How about it Steph?" he tried again.
"Sure, sure, I guess I'll be Steph," she said.
"So how about it Steph? What do you want to do, like shall we just go at it right now and fuck. That's alright with you?"
"I don't know." She didn't like him asking like that. It was very unromantic and unsexy. She wanted the Dylan from befote, the steadfast aggressive one that appeared for that split moment. "How about you do whatever you want. Just promise me you'll go hard. Or, start slow, don't rush into it, but don't be a wuss. Remember that I am an experienced woman, or feel like one, and I know I like strong men, possessive men who're in control of me. Like I want you to properly manhandle me."
Dylan grinned. Immediately, he Jacob, or Steph now I guess. The height difference made it immediately obvious that anything standing would be awkward, and so with a firm hand he pulled her towards the couch. A princess scoop would have been even better, like Steph would have found that super hot, being carried by a young stud, but like she's a little too chubby, and while Dylan worked out some, let's be real, he's not that strong.
Steph was pushed unto the couch, and Dylan went for, drumroll, her chest. He put a nipple into his mouth and twirled it with her tongue. Steph had sensitive nipples, so while Dylan prioritized his own wants, Steph luckily found it enjoyable too, especially as he got more and more handsy, squeezing her all over.
Clothes came off, the rest of them. The bodies stood in contrast, Steph a chubby milf, and Dylan, a skinny boy/young man with some muscle tone. Short and tall. Soft and plush versud toned and hard. Dylan was in fact very hard when he stuffed his cock inside of her. Steph yammered and yelped in pleasure. "Yes! Keep going."
Dylan did as he was told and kept going, not that he would have stopped without instructions. He immensely enjoyed fucking this milf. None of his thoughts were dedicated to the fact that this was Jacob, and all that. It was simple carnal pleasure aided by the visual of this chubby milf's breasts bouncing about, or her heaving breaths.
He came deep inside of her.
Dylan felt a deep sense of victory, no he actually felt a sense of awkwardness as his new clarity of thought reminded him that this milf, as hot as she may be, was in fact Jacob.
Some moments recovering layer, Steph looked at her spent partner. He left for the bathroom(?). As he left, she called out to him, "Please come back. Let's cuddle."
Dylan returned, and squeezed next to her. He placed her hands around her and tgey spooned.
Steph felt comfortable, loved, and happy. Maybe it was because of how lonely Jacob was, that she enjoyed this so much, the skinship. Though, Jacob felt like a different person, at least partially a different person. Steph didn't have those issues. She was a woman that was loved and cared for. She was lusted after. Dylan's hand moved to her chest, and softly massaged them, and Steph felt a sense of pride and joy.
"Ready for round two?" Dylan whispered in her ear.
"So soon?" she said. She wanted it, but she was a little tired, not sure if she had it in her like this young stud, but even then, her body seemed to want it enough for her to be willing to exert herself. "Okey, but be a little slower this time. Be more caring, please."
Dylan kissed the back of her neck.