Gay Panic Escape Button

Kate

Over the last few months, Kate had steadily become more and more dependent on Alkim than she should have been comfortable with. He’d cooked succulent Chinese meals, did the dishes, opened tight jars, warded off stray dudes on the streets and at the clubs, scored primo ****, and even helped her get through several terrible breakups. He was a good friend to depend on, and she felt better for having him around.

This new dependency of hers was something else entirely.

Ever since they took DMT together she’d been hanging out with him more and more, getting high off his bizarrely-euphoric saliva. Steadily, she’d become accustomed to having it in her system, become dependent on him to stay relaxed, and level-headed. It was like some kind of all-in-one psych medication, one that required neither appointments nor copays.

On an intellectual level, it was absolutely bizarre, she couldn’t deny that. Every second apart made the strangeness of it all unavoidable. And yet, it didn’t feel so weird when she was with him. She’d felt even more relaxed and focused in his presence, and that was despite knowing he was somehow the unwitting cause of this.

Kate also knew Alkim wasn’t aware of his effect on her, otherwise he would have started offering to just make out with her all the time, and she probably would have let him. The effects were just too good, too useful for her to risk jeopardizing her supply. Ultimately, it didn't matter as much why, so long as the benefits never ran out.

That had all changed after she watched him cum like a goddamn firehose into Mikaella’s mouth, all over her face, and into a fucking mason jar. She bore witness as the volume of his ejaculation grew from impressive to impossible, and almost threw up at the sight of Mikaella eagerly gulping down the remains of that insane load.

What had been an odd new **** for her over the last week had instantly taken on a much grosser, and more sinister aspect. Now Kate knew that her tits weren’t the only things growing in that house. Alkim had also grown into some kind of mutant superstud, and his semen had somehow turned the formerly-asexual prostitute into his eager, little cumslut.

Disgusted, horrified, aroused, and also disgusted and horrified that she was aroused, Kate needed to do something really gay to overwrite the grossly hetero sights that kept replaying in her brain. So she drove straight to West Hollywood, picked out some local tattooed girl named Dana from her Tinder DMs, and agreed to a date that very hour at a nearby In-N-Out Burger.

To kill some time, Kate tried shopping for something more presentable to replace the oversized t-shirt she just happened to be wearing when she fled the house in a panic. Something basic, cheap. She wasn’t going to waste money on a top she might still outgrow within the week. Yet she failed to find something sexy in her new size, and had to drive over to her lunch date dressed like someone who’d just gotten out of bed.

As she pulled into the parking lot, she noticed Dana waiting for her by the restaurant’s entrance, alternating between checking her phone and scanning the parking lot for someone matching Kate’s profile pic.

Kate parked her car and took the opportunity to evaluate Dana’s appearance before making herself known. She thought Dana looked pretty good, considering the short notice, and that they were at a fast food restaurant. Nice makeup, red hair, (short) red nails, piercings on her ear, nose, and lips, plus a nice variety of tattoos. She noticed a flower just below her collarbone, a watercolor of a tiger on her shoulder, and her right arm had some anime character even Kate didn’t recognize.

Weeb.

But Kate liked her style: black fishnet top, purple pleated skirt, and tall platform boots. The red hair was definitely a dye job, but someone with purple hair probably shouldn't judge. Her body was also pretty decent, maybe a couple inches taller than her, though it was hard to say with those boots boosting her height. Dana’s tits and ass weren’t quite eye-catching, but she wasn’t fat, definitely slimmer than Kate by this point. As far as Kate was concerned, that made Dana way better than most American girls. Kate still wasn’t very good at telling the difference between white girls and very light hispanics, and Dana looked like she could be either. Kate just hoped she wasn’t one of those weirdly religious lesbians with a ton of internalized homophobia and guilt.

Satisfied that she’d chosen well enough in a pinch, Kate got out of her car, and called out to the anxious lookout.

“Dana?”

The girl nearly dropped her phone in surprise, and looked up just in time for her eyes to catch on Kate’s huge rack getting nearer.

“K-Kate?”

“In the flesh.” Plus several more pounds that weren’t in my Tinder pics…

That didn’t seem to be a problem for Dana, who was having the rare experience of getting reverse-catfished: finding her big-titty goth date was actually her huge-titty goth date.

“Nice to meet you! God, you look, um wow.”

“Thanks. Now c’mon, I’m starving.” Kate pushed through the door and beckoned Dana to follow.

“Right! Me too!”

They each ordered, sat down together near the back, and went through the usual first-date motions.

Dana was kind, respectful, dressed-to-impress, and totally smitten with Kate’s new tits. Her date tried not to say anything at first, but her glances weren’t subtle, and Kate was more than aware that all her pics were from before her growth. Even though she wore nothing but an oversized shirt and booty shorts, the promise of the body underneath was more than enough to keep Dana on the hook.

But her mind just wasn’t there. The dose she’d gotten from Alkim earlier today had already started to wear off, and sobriety was the last thing she needed right then. As the date dragged on, Kate grew increasingly irritable, missed things her date said, gave curt replies to Dana’s nervous smalltalk, and couldn’t stop shaking her legs under the table. Kate was starting to annoy herself.

Yet, despite Kate’s admittedly bitchy behavior, Dana still seemed over the moon with gratitude, and offered to pay for everything. Her enthusiasm never wavered, even after Kate stress-ate two burgers, fries, and a shake.

Fuck, that’s definitely going right to my boobs. Despite her hard line against getting fat, Kate was unable to resist her body’s recent cravings for fat and protein. It was yet another change that frustrated her.

After forty-five minutes of irritably fielding first-date questions, Kate couldn’t stand it anymore.

“How about we take this to your place?” Kate asked, watching Dana’s eyes widen at the suggestion.

“Really? Oh wow, I mean, yes! Of course!”

Probably can’t believe her luck. Ugh, girl’s as tit-obsessed as Alkim.

Kate got Dana’s address and followed her to her admittedly nice apartment.

They parked out front. Dana brought Kate to the front door, and hurriedly flipped through keys, like she was worried the big-titty goth might leave if she didn’t let her inside immediately.

Dana’s fumbling fingers finally managed to get the door open, and she beckoned Kate inside.

Kate entered, and Dana shut the door behind her. They left their shoes by the door and walked to where the kitchen met the living room.

“Sorry about the mess! I thought this was just going to be a lunch date, so I didn’t clean up…”

Kate scanned around the apartment, but failed to find the mess. Dana’s place looked like an Ikea display, as if she’d just moved in. Shoes orderly arranged by the door, no used dishes in the sink, no piles of unopened mail… Then Kate realized Dana was still talking, nervously trying to explain away the state of her apartment.

“... I didn’t think you’d be coming here for our first date—not that I think you’re a slut or anything!”

Fuck it.

Kate grabbed the other girl by the face and shut her up with a kiss on the lips.

Dana was surprised at first, but quickly recovered and began reciprocating, pulling Kate into a full embrace. Kate felt her tits mashing against the other girl’s chest, with extra boobage spilling out on either side.

It was a nice change of pace, but after a minute or so, Kate got bored of this borderline-virginal make out session and actually opened her eyes. Dana’s expression seemed lusty enough, and her moans seemed to confirm that she was thoroughly seduced, yet Kate was barely even aroused.

Dana had to feel all that boob pressing into her, but she was still too nervous to grab anything between Kate’s shoulders and waist. Kate had to move each of Dana’s hands to her tits and ass on her own before wrapping her own arms around the other girl. Dana finally got the hint, and started squeezing Kate’s tits and cheeks.

Still, she felt something was missing from this moment, beyond Dana’s nervous hands pawing at her without **** or skill. That rush, that feeling of excitement from kissing someone for the first time just never kicked in, not like it should have.

Kate’s mind had already made the unwelcome comparison between making out with this pretty goth girl, and making chaste lip contact with Alkim. Dana did not come out ahead. Somehow, even the most minor exposure to that chemical cocktail of his was enough to eclipse the pleasure of seducing a new woman.

These were not proper lesbian thoughts, and the realization of how far she’d gone renewed Kate’s disgust in herself. She pulled away, and watched as her purple hairs reluctantly separated from Dana’s red ones. There was literal (static) electricity between them, but insufficient chemistry.

Kate decided her overwhelming sobriety had to be dealt with.

“Can you give me a second? I need to powder my nose.”

“Sure,” panted Dana,“the bathroom’s down the hall.”

“Not what I asked.”

Kate opened her purse and grabbed the eightball from last night. There was still half left, about two grams. She poured out less than half a gram, cut two lines onto Dana’s counter with a credit card, then snorted one directly from the countertop.

She kept her head tilted back to ensure it all dissolved. The dopamine rush that followed immediately improved Kate’s mood, turning all her bad feelings into good ones. She felt alert, focused, and energized.

Fuck yeah, I really needed that.

Kate only wished she’d done that before their date, but hindsight was twenty-twenty.

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