Two breakfasts with Felix

Olivia rose at exactly 6:45 the following morning. No need for an alarm clock, years of the same routine had made their mark. She used the restroom, put on her silk robe, and went down to the kitchen where her house dietician put the final touches on her breakfast.

"Good morning, Felix," said Olivia, sleepiness still lingering. "Smells lovely."

"Good morning, Liv," said the athletic-looking young man. "Hey! Have you actually been eating my meals? You look like you lost twenty pounds!"

"Huh?"

Olivia looked down at herself. Her robe was, indeed, looser than usual. In fact, it seemed to hang lower than it normally did, revealing just a bit more cleavage than usual. Or more accurately, it revealed more skin. The middle-aged matron's breasts barely showed at all!

"Uh, thanks," said Olivia. "I'll take this to the living room."

"Sure thing," said Felix. "I'll see you in a little while."

The energetic young man cracked his neck, stretched his arms, and jogged out of the kitchen. He wore a running outfit which hugged his muscular thighs. Olivia could not help but admire his ass, as well.

Nice, buns. Too bad he's gay. What am I thinking? I'm not starting something with my health pro! What a cliche!

Olivia sat on her imported couch and picked at her quiche while flicking through channels on her wall-mounted widescreen. The food tasted odd. Was Felix trying something new? She pushed the plate aside and one of her rings plinked on the coffee table. Then, when she reached down to pick it up, another one slide off.

What the hell? What's going on with my rings? I'll just...what the fuck? They're too big? Is this some kind of menopause thing, like bloating but in reverse? Whatever! Better leave them while I go jogging, anyway.

Olivia returned to her bedroom to change into her running clothes. When she pulled up her tights they billowed around her legs.

Give me a break! Did Maria fuck up my favorite pants? How did these get so stretched out? What a morning! Alright, it's warm enough for shorts. There. Now what? Even my shoes are loose? Damn menopause! What's next? Hot flashes?"

Her morning jog with Felix got her mind off her wardrobe malfunctions, and by mid-afternoon Olivia had almost forgotten about them. However, she noticed that even her business outfit fit loosely, but with a schedule full of meetings, she had no time to worry about it.

She took her second pill before going to bed.

The following morning Olivia rose at 6:31, full of more energy then she had since she was twenty. Somehow her nightgown fell off in the middle of the night, and when she got out of bed, her bra and panties nearly did the same. Perplexed by her rogue underwear, she rushed over to the mirror to see what was going on.

Did those pills seriously make me this skinny? I look like a teenager! Let me see...holy shit! I lost fifty pounds! Even my tits shrank. They haven't been this perky in decades! And my hair is shiny...and longer? Kinda weird, but I can't deny the results! And I have so much energy! I feel like running a marathon!

Olivia went to the back of her walk-in closet, scouring it for her oldest clothes. After putting on a pair of work-out shorts that used to be too tight and a crop top that never fit her before, she practically flew down the stairs and into the kitchen.

"Whoa! Morning boss!" said Felix without turning from the stove. "You're up early!"

The middle-aged woman could barely contain her excitement as she plopped on a stool and watched her employee work. Her eyes quickly became glued on his firm, round butt.

Mmm. That ass is looking better all the time! And I know he's packing on the other side, too! Kinda hard to miss when we're stretching. Damn shame he's gay.

Olivia stared lustily as her health consultant diligently worked. She did not bother to put on a bra, since her small breasts seemed to defy gravity, so she quickly became aware of her nipples poking firmly through her top. The feeling of arousal was intoxicating, especially for someone who rarely indulged in sexual exploits. Her skin grew warm, her heart rate increased, and a strange, unfamiliar feeling in her crotch developed.

Ooh, I feel so...horny? I never even felt like this in college! My...my pussy is actually getting wet! And, oh, my clit! It's never gotten...ohmygosh, my clit is hard!

Olivia squirmed in her seat, trying to retain some composure, when Felix finally turned around with his egg white omelette and spinach salad -- which he nearly dropped to the floor.

"Liv?!" he gasped. "Is that...what's going on?"

"What do you mean?" asked Olivia. "Oh, you mean this? I'll be honest, I've been taking some pills on the side. Can you believe how much weight I've lost?"

Felix backed a step away, trying to hide the fright and shock he felt.

"Uh, Liv? You lost a lot more than a few pounds," he said. "Have you actually looked at yourself? You look half your age. I mean, literally! Did you actually shrink?"

"Oh, you mean my girls?" said Olivia. "Yes, not what I expected either, but they're so perky now! I'm not wearing a bra and they still stand up all on their own!"

"No, I mean you shrunk!" said Felix. "Shrunk shrunk. Stand up."

Olivia felt a little annoyed by her employee's command, but complied anyway. With her feet on the ground she looked up at him with a frown. Then her eyes widened. She was looking up much farther than she should be.

"Liv, you're shorter," said Felix. "At least four or five inches. How could this happen? And how did you not see it?"

"I-I...it's those goddamn pills!" she shouted. "I'm going to sue that bastard! I'm going to call my lawyer right now!"

The petite woman stormed away, slapping her small feet to the floor with little impact. Once in the living room she pulled out her phone, but she got distracted by a commercial on her television, where a series of men with rippling abs worked out to advertise a home gym.

Fuck, he's hot. Oh, him too! Damn, I feel hot, too. Not sweaty hot, though. My nipples...mmm...my clit is burning up. I...I have to...

Without really thinking about it, Olivia slid her hand into her shorts to grope her needy slit. Her fingers stopped short, however, when they brushed against a thumb-sized protrusion.

Oh, gawd! Is that my clit? It's so big...and...hard. Mmm, it feels so good. O-oh! I can't believe...I've never done this! And it's so...oh...so hard. So good. Why is it so big when my tits got so small? This is so wrong...so...oh! Oh!

Thoughts about TV ads, lawyers, and pills all disappeared behind the explosions of ecstasy bursting in Olivia's brain. Of course, she had masturbated before. She was forty-nine years old! But she could count the number of times on her fingers and toes, and none of those efforts had made her fingers clench or her toes curls like this. Her clit had never been so sensitive -- or so large -- before, either. She continued stroking her elongated nub faster and faster, and by the time she realized she was jerking off she was already exploding in her panties.

Oooh. That was...wait...what did I just do? Was I...jerking off? And my panties, they're soaked. Is that...no!

She peeled back her shorts and panties to reveal a white, sticky patch forming a web of goo around her slit. It seemed to come from her vagina, but her clit was abnormally wet, as well. Olivia began to hyperventilate as she stared at the alien mess, but before she did she noticed how swollen her labia had become -- almost like a pair of budding balls.

No fucking way! What did that fucker say? "Some people get a little extra down below?" I thought it helped ED, not...I'm growing a dick and balls?!

As the realization finally hit her, Olivia noticed she was no longer alone. Felix stood a few feet away, trying his best not to look in her direction.

"Uh, if your done, I...I just wanted to make sure you were okay," he asked.

Olivia wanted to shout "no!" but then she glanced at Felix's tight running shorts, where a healthy bulge strained against the spandex.