"So, let's recap the plan. Every friday evening, or most of them, Mr. Edwards goes to a specific bar after work. I take a milf pill, becomes his age, I go to the bar, and wham, I seduce Mr. Edwards, and everything works out," Clarissa explained.
"I get that." Monica nodded. "But why do I have to come along?"
"Because I don't want to go there alone. Please come with me please please."
"Lol, how are you going to be able to 'seduce' our teacher if you can't even do that." Monica chuckled. "But, I'll come along. I assume I have to take a milf pill too?"
"Of course. He would recognize you otherwise. Thank you so much Monica! I knew you wouldn't let me down." Clarissa hugged Monica.
"No big deal. Like it should be fun, right. Besides, after hearing you gush about Mr. Edwards all year, I want to see you put your words into action. You have the pills ready?"
"Yes!" Clarissa smiled. "I have the milf pills here." She pulled a container out of her pocket.
"Who'll go first?" Monica asked.
"How about the same time?" Clarissa asked.
"No, that's lame. Like, half the fun is watching the transformation. And we get to compare ourselves with one being old, one being young. Like, why don't you go first Clarissa, since this is your grand plan and all."
"Okay, but we can't play around too much. In a few hours Mr. Edwards will be at the bar, probably."
Clarissa pulled a pill out of package. She then grabbed a glass of water to wash it down. She nervously paused, but then she did it. She swallowed the pill.
Monica looked at her friend. Clarissa was a small and skinny blonde. She looked young for her age, like she could have passed for like 15 even if she was 20. Even then, as long as Monica had known her, Clarissa had crushed on older men, and her finding Mr. Edwards, a professor at their college, super hot, was no surprise.
The changes started. Clarissa's skin lost some sheen. Her body was also filling out, but it was difficult to see with her tactically selected baggy clothing. No, she was really filling out. Her once petite rear expanded till her baggy pants were strained, so Clarissa acted fast and pulled them down.
Clarissa's face gained some lines, and her cheeks became slightly chubby. Her sweater was pushed outwards as she beginning to accumulate serious boobage.
The once skinny and toned girl had turned into quite a curvy milf, her new body plush and soft.
There was a silence in the air until Monica broke it, "You look like a suburban mom," she giggled.
"Shit, do I look bad?" Clarissa was worried.
"No, you look fine. Like you ended up with big tits. I didn't expect that, nor like you becoming chubby, but it kind of works I think. Like, men love boobs and ass. As long as you're not fat, it's fine, and you're not fat fat, just like thick I think, but you do kind of look like a mom, kind of like your mom."
"Er." Clarissa had wanted Monica to help her believe in herself, but she was questioning her decision to bring her along. "Is this how I am going to look like when I'm older?" Clarissa asked.
"Maybe?" Monica shrugged. "Like, the milf pills doesn't predict the future, but it uses your genes, but it also likes twists them into like more milf-like. I think what happened, since you're so skinny, the pill kind of overcompensated by adding some chub to work with."
"Is that how it works?" Clarissa asked.
"I think so. I watched a youtube video on it, but it was in the background, like I wasn't really paying attention. Nevermind that. Take your sweater off, I want to see your boobs."
"Okay," Clarissa said, she was a little embarrassed. They'd been naked aroumd each other before, but it wasn't like she had 'shown' off to Monica before.
Clarissa pulled her sweater off, releasing her tits. They were large and heavy, sagging somewhat. Pale skin, faint blue lines.
"Those look nice," Monica commented. "You have to show those off later to Mr. Edwards, like wear a push-up bra or something."
Clarissa realized someyhing. None of her clothes would fit the new her. "What do I do about clothes? Like nothing will fit."
"Hmm. You could just borrow some of Lauren's," Monica said, referring to the third roommate.
"Will she be fine with that?"
"We could ask her. Wait a sec." Monica pulled her phone up and took a picture of Clarissa.
Clarissa was surprised, and covered her chest with her hands. "What are you doing?!"
"Asking her." Monica typed out a message. 'Clarissa took a milf pill. Can she borrow your clothes?'
Almost instantly, she got a response, 'OMG' 'sure lol'. Monica showed it to Clarissa.
Clarissa was part relieved her clothing situation was solved, part frustrated with Monica. "Can you take a milf pill too?"
"Already? I guess so." Monica grabbed a pill and swallowed it, using a glass of water to wash it down.
Monica posed. She had black hair, was tanned, and kind of an average physique. The changes started. As with Clarissa, her skin's texture changed. She filled out a bit, but at less of a rate than her friend.
Monica's skin turned lighter as her tan disappeared. Her skin was very pale, in stark contrast to her dark hair. Maybe she could pull of a gothic look now? Her cheekbones became more pronounced as she lost some fat around the face.
Clarissa thought the Milfified Monica was hot. It was how she'd imagined that she would change, slightly curvier and older looking, a bit more refined. She felt a bit jealous.
"Oh, my boobs didn't become that big." Monica felt her chest up. "I wanted them to become like yours. I'm jealous of you."
"Really? Cause, I think you ended up prettier than me."
"You have the wrong mindset. We're supposed to be milfs. Like, we're not about just being pretty, like milf are supposed to be hot, like a sexual fantasy. Like, I get it more than you do. I'm bi, so I get it more than you do."
"So you think Mr. Edwards will like me?" Clarissa asked hopeful.
"Of course babe," Monica said. "Just make sure you don't call him Mr. Edwards when we find him."