Mommy's Drink (Paid Post #3) (Patreon)

Michelle was always seen as a kind young daughter. But Michelle wanted to be respected, like her mother. Her mother was someone everyone listened to. Especially men, they called her warm? No, burning? No it was something like that.

Her mother had an important meeting with a football team. Michelle didn't know what she did, she just heard her mom say that the team really needed her to come over for some drills. Maybe she was coach? She heard her mom say she was going to get some good drilling in.

Michelle stayed with her friend June while she was in her meeting. June was alright enough. But there was something about the way that June never had a boyfriend, or the way that she looked at Michelle's mom. It was strange, Michelle had only seen girls look that way toward boys. Her Mom looked that way to almost every man she met.

June had seen her walking around in that oversize shirt, it was a shirt her dead beat dad had given her, he knew that she was a child, just not how young she was so when he got her the shirt for a 12 year old girl, and she was only half that it dangled around her knees. It wasn't the greatest gift, but it meant that Michelle could wear it and underwear and nothing else.

Michelle was looking around. She was thirsty. She needed something. She found a bottle of something her mom drank all the time. Maybe if she drank it, she could be like her mommy, all on fire or whatever, and listened to.

She took a sip. It tickled on her tongue. Michelle felt the liquid her her stomach. There was a shudder through her body. It scared Michelle, but also excited her. She drank a bit more. She felt a stretching in her tiny little legs. She inched a bit taller. “Miss Mandake?” she called out. June's last name was Mandrake, but Michelle had a bit of a problem pronouncing that.

Michelle took a big gulp of the drink as June walked around the corner. “Michelle? Is everything OK?”

Michelle put the bottle down as she felt her body weaken and strengthen at the same time. The tensing of her growing muscles was making the world wobbly. June watched as Michelle backed up against a wall. “Misses Mandrake?” Michelle had pronounced it correctly this time.

“Michelle, are you alright sweetie, you shouldn't have been drinking this.” June picked up the bottle of wine and put it on the counter.

She watched as Michelle's butt was growing into a firm ass, much like her mother's. “I feel, funny.” June watched as Michelle moved her hands up and down her body. She wanted to do something to help her friend's daughter, but she was also strangely enjoying watching the growing developments.

“Michelle sweetie, are you OK?” June stepped forward as she watched Michelle slowly stretch up to her height and beyond.

Michelle's chest swelled into a wonderfully firm set of breasts as she developed a strong set of hormones flowing through her body. She felt her underwear getting wet from arousal. “June.” she said, her voice full of lust. Her hair was so long, her features so perfect. “June, I'm so horny.”

She lifted her shirt to show her body off to June, Michelle's body ached to be touched. She needed to feel what it was like to be desired. She looked down and saw June's face. All those feelings hit her like a truck when she saw June's eyes.

June stared at Michelle, she looked just like her mom. Her mom who June lusted after all her life. Her mom who June wanted to fuck so bad, and here was this horny clone practically begging her to touch her.

Michelle looked like she was hyperventilating. She couldn't catch her breath. She was grunting and grinding, the arousal was too much, and even without touching herself her body came, and it came hard.

The next thing either of them knew, June and Michelle were in bed fucking like bunnies.

June ordered a whole case of the wine the next morning.