Edwin winked and raised his glass, Clarissa graciously took hers and lifted it to her lips. She was surprised at the aroma, floral but deep and rich at the same time. Even one sip felt intoxicatingly sweet yet full-bodied— and that definitely wasn’t coming from the wine the way it made her palate buzz. She could really get used to these “tablets”.
It didn’t occur to her that Eddie hadn’t drunk a lick of his yet, she was too busy downing a full swig. The nerves at the base of her neck started firing off in pleasant little tingles she couldn’t help but relish in. “Ohh this feels loads better,” she murmured, rolling her neck as that pleasurable sensation coursed down her throat, spreading slow through the rest of her body. No visible shifts yet, but she knew whatever she had was working.
Edwin chuckled as he slipped in behind her, setting his glass aside so he could slide his hands up her slender hips, along her strung tight torso. “That’ll be the aphrodisiac— one of the side effects when mixed with alcohol.”
His fingers found purchase under her small mounds and began to deftly massage them, soothing the ache she hadn’t even realized settled in behind them. Edwin’s grip was so much more tender, all the better with how sore her chest still was from last night’s stimulation. As he kissed her temples, leaning in to plant his lips all down her shoulder, she groaned loud. Right between his pinched fingers, her barely there peachy nips grew to proper pinky sized nubs before her areolas began to darken and spread. Though she was still flat, her body was clearly readying for the heft and maturity it had the night before.
“Mmm… If they’re growing this early on, you might get even bigger than last night,” he mumbled, trying to hide his obvious excitement even as he pressed into her back half erect. He couldn’t help himself tugging her sensitive budding breasts ever so slowly. “Maybe you’re destined to be a late bloomer.”
Clarissa whined at that and almost swatted him away, but instead slipped a hand up to nestle in his hair. She found him easier and easier to reach, only then realizing she’d gotten taller once more.
Yet, not a thing about him changed. It hit her then and there. “You didn’t drink… You want to see how it feels to be the younger man don’t you?” Clarissa outright giggled, her voice getting huskier even through her peals.
“Guilty as charged,” he admits, clearly shying up again.
“Oh, don’t worry, I don’t mind— maybe ‘Claire’ has a thing for bookish young men who’re good with their hands,” she mocks all sweet.
“But I’m so inexperienced,” he plays along, “I think I might need a good teacher…”
“You’re in luck, little boy.” Clarissa tilts her head to kiss his cheek, shifting into a more dominant mindset. Of course she’d take charge, she was the more mature of them anyhow. Even if she only looked to be in her later twenties right now, inching into her thirties. Her hips only now started to spread, just big enough to eclipse his but still minuscule.
“It’s working a lot slower,” she noted, only a little concerned. “Does it last longer too?”
“That’s the intention,” he whispered. “Delayed gratification, if you will.”
Oh, what had she gotten herself into? Depending on how long it lasted, it could interfere with her schooling. She couldn’t attend class as a MILF! He must have been painfully aware, a thought which made her grin.
“Greedy boy! If I don’t know how long it lasts, I’ll have no choice but to stay in bed with you all day…”
That thought alone was enough to get him properly hard, and good timing too! For her tiny bum slowly but surely started to swell right into it, sandwiching his cock perfectly between her still pert buns. They softened around it, swallowing up the head in a blissful cushion of fat and muscle.
“F—fuck I think it’s stuck,” he stammered, faltering now that he no longer had control.