Act 2 - New Bedroom

ACT 2

AJ felt light-headed when she woke up, and it took a few seconds to remember where she was.Small clean bedroom that smelled of vanilla and peach, with a vanity desk and a big mirror. Two doors, one to exit, the other for her small private bathroom.

Her reflection still showed a gorgeous blond with a flat chest. She wore a loose tank top with nothing beneath it, and a pair of booty shorts that were being devoured by her massive cheeks.

AJ had taken temporary residence at an Emporium facility, where her doctor could monitor her on a daily basis. It had been only three days, and she was already starting to forget her previous life. But, in all honesty, going back to her previous life was not an option she even wanted to consider. It had been made very clear that she could leave at any moment; She chose to stay.

She went to the bathroom, but the same thing happened that had happened the three previous days: Nothing came out. Obviously, the Peach Elixir was doing something to her digestive system, which made her anxious.

She returned to the main room and sat at her vanity. There were all kinds of makeup in little boxes across the desk, but she had no idea how to apply any of it.

Mistress entered the room, making her jump.

"My, my, no need to be so nervous, little bunny."

"Sorry."

"So, how are you today?"

"Fine, I'm fine, thank you."

"Bathroom?" she asked, notepad and pencil in hand.

"Same as the other mornings. Nothing."

"Interesting. Did you try douching yesterday evening, like I asked?"

"Yes. There was only water."

"Only… water…" she mumbled while writing it down.

"Is it dangerous?" AJ tried to sound calm, but she knew that Mistress would hear the anxiety in her voice.

"Do you feel any abdominal pain?"

"No, I don't think so."

"Then there's no need to worry for now. Remember to visit the gym this morning. You'll be meeting a nutritionist today."

"O-Okay."

"Alright. See you later darling."

"Wait, Mistress!"

Mistress stopped in the doorway, eyes wide open. "… Yes, AJ?"

"I… I just… I've been a good girl, right?"

"Yes, you've been good. Why?"

"It's just that, well, you know… Yesterday, I didn't really get any, hum…" She still felt a bit of shame saying it out loud. "My ass didn't get played with and I didn't cum. I was wondering if you could maybe just… finger me a little, before you go? Please?"

Mistress stared back for a moment, then let out a laugh.

"Sure, darling, I can do that."

She walked up to the bed and sat on the side of it. She tapped her thigh, silently telling AJ to sit on it.

AJ took place, her fat ass pressed on top of Mistress' legs. The other woman didn't waste any time, grabbing her hip with one hand and sticking fingers of the other hand into AJ's mouth. AJ slobbered all over the fingers to lube them up, and then Mistress' hand traveled south and under AJ's waistband.

The moment she got a pair of fingers up her bum, everything went well in the world. Mistress’ heavy tongue against her own also didn’t hurt, and AJ could feel her locked-up nub struggling against its cage.

Mistress knew how to make quick work of her defenses, bringing her to the edge in less than a minute. AJ moaned into the other woman’s mouth when she came, and a small white puddle formed over the front of her shorts.

AJ floated in her post-climax haze for a few seconds, before being brought back by Mistress’ hand on her shoulder.

“AJ, honey, can you hear me?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“You’re sure nothing came out earlier?”

AJ realized she was laying on her back on the bed. She got up on her elbows and then stared up at her doctor. “Y-Yeah, nothing. Why?”

Mistress lifted her hand, the one that had just fingered AJ into a powerful orgasm. There was some sort of orange slime on her fingers. No, not orange. Peach.

“Is that…” She swallowed. “Is that Peach Elixir?”

“Looks like it,” Mistress replied. “Your blood tests seemed to indicate that your body had absorbed all of the initial dose. There shouldn’t be any Elixir left in your intestines.”

AJ shuddered. Was her body rejecting the Elixir? Would she turn back into a lame regular dude? The thought of it made her want to cry, so she stopped thinking about it.

“Oh, honey, don’t worry.” Mistress brushed AJ’s cheek with her dry hand. “We’ll keep monitoring you, I’m sure everything will be alright.” She pulled her into a hug, pressing her face against her huge melons. “Everything will be alright.”

She hoped so. She dearly hoped so.