In your own words, what are friends for?

A/N: I know this chapter is a little short, and comes quite late… I’m sorry to the fans of this story, I really do mean to finish it! Just sometimes it can be hard to know what to do next, find a path that’s interesting, and actually sit down and write it. This is a special story to me and I don’t want to mess it up. I’m posting this chapter to hopefully reignite my creative juices and regenerate interest in the story now that I’m a little more established.

Everyone sat in stunned silence, my cheeks burning from embarrassment. Charlotte had warned me about an intervention with Frankie and Kai. Two people. I could take the lead, calm them down, spill the beans and get them to keep their mouths shut. Gina and Jane being present complicated things. Everyone with their phones out doubly so.

Charlotte, Jens, and Mistress all seemed to think that phones were not safe to be around when talking about Jens, so we were very limited in what we could say while phones were a factor. So that triggered Plan B. Shock and awe.

Charlotte quickly shed the baggy clothes with no issue. She was tiny in all ways but two, and the clothes were XXXL. I was also very quick to strip, simply grabbing a fistful of the ratty sweatshirt and pants I was wearing and tearing them off of me with a satisfying rip.

Charlotte grabbed Kai’s phone from her hand, shutting the door and locking it, everyone’s eyes seemed to be locked on her pendulous cock and balls. Ok, come on guys, I have a dick, too. Is that not surprising anyone? No?

Pushing through the sudden weird jealousy I was feeling, I swiftly bounded through the room and swept the phones out of everyone’s hands. “Charlie?” Frankie asked, eyes glued on my wife’s waist. Why did Frankie recognize Charlie by the dick?

“It’s Charlotte, now.” Charlotte answered, giving a weak smile. I snatched Jane’s phone out of her hand, her mouth agape and quivering as she stared up at me. I couldn’t tell if she was afraid I was going to hurt her, or scared I was going to fuck her. Or maybe she’s hoping for both. I thought as she swallowed a big gulp.

“H-hi, T-Tori…” She whimpered as I pulled the phone from her fingers.

Gina was… masturbating. Not even hiding it. Not even holding onto her phone. Just hands down the front of her tiny skirt, staring at Charlotte and rubbing. I grabbed her phone and bent over to wave my hand in front of her face. “Hey, Gina? That’s my wife.”

She looked up at me with a half-lidded gaze, then looked down at my cock. “I love this dream.” She bent forwards, mouth open to try and take my dick into her mouth. It was difficult to resist a blowjob from her, especially in that outfit, but I didn’t hesitate to put my hand on her forehead and forcibly push her back onto the back of the couch. That said, I would not have minded Charlotte blowing me right now, the thought of which caused an infuriating swelling below.

“Ow!” She furrowed her brow, surprised. I quickly stepped out of the living room and opened the sliding glass door to their backyard, placing the phones gently on the ground outside, then shut the door, again.

“Ok, so, uh, hi.” Charlotte blushed, clapping her hands together. “Was really only planning on two people being brought into the fold here, but I guess we’re getting the whole gang involved.”

I leaned against the entryway, blocking Kai in. “I’m not a roid junkie, by the way.”

Kai jumped, rushing to cuddle into an astonished Frankie for comfort. Charlotte smiled. “But, I want to start by saying that you guys are so sweet, and I’m really proud that you stepped in when you saw your new friends getting into something dangerous. Unfortunately, the situation is a lot more complicated than that, but it warms my heart to know that you guys care about us so much even though we’re so new.”

“Can I suck your dick?” Gina raised her hand, crawling forward on the couch and staring at Charlotte’s limp dick.

“I’m happily married.” She answered, shooting me a quick smile that relieved way more stress than I thought I was carrying. Happily married. I supposed I was, too, even though I kept fucking it up. “Jane, could you please pinch Gina so she realizes this is real?”

Jane was really quick to comply, pinching the back of Gina’s thigh. “Ow!” Gina swatted Jane’s hand away.

***

“Ok…” Jane pinched her brow. I let Charlotte take the lead in explaining the situation. She knew better than me, anyway and had a more established relationship with everyone on the whole. She’d always been more social. Kr rather better at building friendships even though I was technically more social.

After a quick display of our genital situation, we redressed to try and help everyone focus up again. Charlotte was quite embarrassed to be naked in front of everyone. I was embarrassed by the boner I had imagining fucking my wife over the couch in front of everyone.

“So this alien gives you pills that turn you into sex gods—“

“Goddesses.” Gina corrects her.

“Goddesses…” Jane humphs, just to shut Gina up. “And you both just… took them. No questions asked.”

“Oh, many questions asked.” I assured them, laughing as I grabbed Charlotte’s hand, remembering how stupid I had been pissing in all those pregnancy tests. It felt like a lifetime ago.

Charlotte gave me a doting smile that melted my heart and throbbed my groin before returning to address Jane. “And all this was after months of building trust with Jens. I trust him, and he put all of his trust in me. Which is why it’s vitally important that none of you say anything about this to anyone.”

“How the hell do you keep something like this secret?” Frankie asked, rubbing his eyes and gesturing to us. “You’re, like, ten feet tall, you’re both hung like mules.”

My throat grew dry. I actually didn’t know. I knew I was going to be happier. I knew I didn’t really want to go back. But yeah, I did have a career and would need to go out again at some point. People I knew were going to see me radically changed. How was that going to fly under the radar?

“I have a plan for that.” Charlotte nodded, smiling brightly. This is news to me. “You see—“ She was interrupted by the musical booping of an alarm from the other room.

Jane’s eye’s widened, raising her hand like she was one of her own students. “That’s my pie.” She said. “Can I go get it out of the oven before it burns?”

Charlotte nodded, but shot me a look telling me to follow Jane. I stood without hesitation and escorted Jane into the little kitchen across the hall.

“So, uh…” Jane got extremely bashful, avoiding eye contact as she went to a drawer for an oven mitt. Her voice was basically a whisper. “Oh, fuck it.” She sighed, throwing the mitt down on the counter and looking me deathly serious in the eye. “How do I get some pills?”

***

Thirty-six months later

Area 51, Nevada, USA

Agent Smith rubbed his dry eyes, nearly collapsing from the exhaustion. He’d come so close. Back in Oregon, he’d been inches away from grabbing that alien by the throat and bringing it in. Now his department had relegated him to a broom closet, just about everyone believing he was some test subject for another MK Ultra or something. But he wasn’t crazy. His work was just so classified.

The Russians had known, had their woman on the ground only minutes behind Smith, himself. The Chinese even managed to get an agent on the ground with the same degree of accuracy—although they likely should have been vetting their sleeper agents more if that pervert was their top choice. He wondered if his foreign counterparts had been shit-canned as bad as him in their departments.

Their ‘truce’ came after all of them repeatedly managed to fail to apprehend the creature by increasingly narrow margins. It was infuriating like nothing else, and all of them agreed that it would be easier to just focus all of their combined resources on catching the creature and then shoot each other.

But then the fucker got away. For good, this time. But Smith couldn’t give up. An alien from outer space. How could anyone give up after getting so close?

His body was falling apart. He needed sleep. One more Alexa audio file and he’d crawl into the sleeping bag under the desk. He thought he’d been so clever, using the Alexa audios. They were always listening, always recording.

But there were hundreds of thousands of them across the pacific northwest. And millions of hours of audio he’d been sorting through. He thought putting a transcript filter for the word ‘alien’ would narrow it down, but unfortunately a number of alien movies, video games, and books had taken the public by storm. Not to mention border discussions flooding the recordings with useless conversations.

“Oh, I don’t know, Jane. Maybe the Alien would be willing to give you a hook up if you promise to keep quiet?”