Nope.

Man, Mark was so smart. He dumped that **** in Grink's water so Grink would turn into somebody else! Jennifer wasn't sure who, but it was a good idea.

She nudged Grink a little bit and he smacked his lips and rolled over. She traced a little line down his sweaty back, thinking how lucky she was. Not many women can say they slept with Grink! She needed to wake him up, though.

She leaned over and whispered in his ear. "Hey babe, you ready to pound my pussy again?" He snorted and belched adorably. So much for the subtle approach. Jen reached down and grabbed his cock. What it lacked in length it made up for in girth. And how he used it! It was the best 45 seconds of her day.

She smiled dreamily, thinking about it. Then she snapped back to reality. She squeezed hard and gave it a few tugs. He rolled over, his eyes half lidded, leaving a spot of drool on the sheets. "Already?"

She kissed him. "I need a little Grink in me, baby." She thought she heard gagging from behind the open window. She laid her head on his hairy chest, even though it got some cheetoh dust in her hair.

"Joint." he grunted again (his grunts were so cute!). She hopped up, making her tits jiggle around a little bit. "You got it! Where can I get one?"

He mumbled something. "Living room. Coat pocket." He lurched up to a sitting position and grabbed his water bottle. She hurried to the living room and, after searching through all the stuff he had lying around, found his coat crumpled up in the corner under an empty pizza box.

This was going great! He was drinking the water, and afterwards he was gonna pound her again! Jen felt like everything was going her way. She grabbed the joint out of his pocket and hurried back into the bedroom.

Grink was leaning against the wall, looking at his phone. She walked over and handed him the joint, which he immediately stuck in his mouth. He pulled a lighter out of his nightstand and lit up. "Alright babe, gimme a minute to smoke this thing and we'll get back to it." He took a long drag and blew a plume of smoke up at the ceiling.

Suddenly he got a funny look on his face. He looked at the joint. "Where did you say you got this?" he asked. "Living room, coat pocket. Just like you said!" she replied enthusiastically. She slid into bed next to him - she was getting a little cold, standing around naked!

Grink looked at it for another second, then put it in the ashtray on the nightstand. "I'm not feeling great. Time for you to go." He sat back and looked at her expectantly.

She leaned across him and grabbed the still-lit joint, taking a toke and blowing the smoke into his face. "You sure I can't convince you to let me stay?"

He blinked, looking lost for a second. "Mmm, maybe you can stay. I think I'm ready again." He pulled the joint from her mouth and took an incredibly long drag, finishing it in one puff. Suddenly he looked even woozier and his bloodshot eyes unfocused. After a second, they swam back into focus and narrowed.

"What did you do?" he accused her menacingly. Jen was alarmed. You did not want to be on the bad side of a guy like Grink. "Nothing, baby, I swear!" She must have been really stoned, because his beard looked like it was getting shorter.

His face registered real panic for the first time as he reached down and felt his crotch. He suddenly grabbed Jen's arm and pinned her to the wall.

"What the fuck did you do?" he tried to roar, but it came out weirdly high-pitched. "Did you fucking dose me, bitch?"

"Grink, baby, I didn't do anything! You're hurting me!" Grink stopped suddenly and blinked. He had lost a lot of weight and body hair. She barely recognized the slim young man in front of her. "I'm... hurting... I don't wanna hurt you." He shook his head, as if to clear it. His hair was getting long and curly, while his beard was mostly gone. "Why did you do that, dammit? Why?"

She was starting to freak out too. She wished she wasn't so high, it was really hard to think! Grink was still getting hotter than he already was, somehow. "I don't know, I didn't do it! Mark did!"

Grink was patting himself down all over and inspecting his body, but he stopped when he heard that name. "Mark?" His new voice was surprisingly feminine. He looked up at her. "Who the fuck is Mark?"

Jen's jaw hung open. She was too surprised to respond. Looking at Grink was like looking into a mirror. She watched as his jaw shortened and became less angular and his eyes grew slightly larger. He was turning into her!

Why was he turning into her? She felt like she was thinking through molasses. "Grink, uh, you're looking kinda weird." Kinda hot, though. Really hot, in fact. She was getting fidgety.

"No shit! You gave me that pill and now I'm turning into- wait, what am I turning into?" The new Grink looked down and gave a little yelp. "Holy shit, I'm turning into a hot girl!" He looked up at her again, his face all but unrecognizable now. "Why am I turning into a hot girl? You're not supposed to be gay!"

Jen was really having trouble following the conversation. "You, uh, you look like me. It's actually super hot."

Lady-Grink looked stricken. "...twins." She muttered. "I always wanted to do twins." Jen was way too panicky and stoned to follow. Twins?

"What's the hottest thing you can think of, uh, Joseph's sister?" Aw, he couldn't remember her name but he was trying not to make her feel bad. She pondered it for a minute.

"Other than sex with Gr- sex with you? Sex with you and a girl who looks just like me. We could make a Grink sandwich!"

Lady-Grink looked down at her still-growing tits and toned, lithe body. "Well, fuck me."