Tammy had, obviously, never been in jail before. Or at least, not on this side of the bars. She had, on multiple occasions, stopped by prisons to interview subjects. As a writer of what technically qualified as nonfiction, she put a lot of value into thoroughly researching her subjects. True crime wasn’t exactly the classiest genre. There was an inherent element of exploitation to it – you were taking real, actual human tragedy, typically involving murder, and turning it into entertainment. Often with a clear and obvious authorial bias. “I’m not going to say it, but this person clearly did it and this other person was clearly innocent.” And you couldn’t avoid doing that because if you just give a neutral overview of the events, that’s not true crime anymore that’s just a fucking documentary. But Tammy still had her pride, god dammit. The least she could do is talk to the people involved.

And so she’d seen her fair share of visitor’s centres in prisons, usually with inch thick glass separating her from someone who may or may not have done a murder or several. It was a familiar environment for her. But there was a mile of difference between that and actually being in a god damned jail cell.

Tammy stared at the bars in blank horror. There wasn’t much else she could do. It still didn’t feel entirely real. Especially given the... events that led to her waking up in a jail cell. She didn’t really want to think about it, but it had all been so vivid and then she’d just been here with no transition. For all she knew she was still dreaming. It didn’t fucking feel like a dream but neither had the, uh, the fucking. So who even knew at this point. Tammy sure didn’t.

“You’ve gotta be fuckin’ kidding me,” she muttered sullenly.

“Oh? Are we finally awake, then? Good! Children your age these days are so very lazy. Content to sleep their days away in idle leisure. Sloth is a deadly sin, you know. Trust me, I’m an expert!”

The voice was like being stabbed in the temple by a rusty icepick. That was one argument for being awake, and for the previous evening being a dream. “Not so loud.”

“Oh? A hangover, perhaps? It would certainly explain how you got here. One of those awful, loud parties children your age love to throw got out of hand, perhaps?”

“I’m like twenty eight, lady,” Tammy replied tersely. The woman had, she noted, decidedly not accepted her request to speak softer.

“A child is a child, child. From your perspective you’ve been around for nearly three whole decades, but when you get to my age you’ll understand just how short a decade can really be.”

“And what is your age, then.”

“Older than you.”

“That’s not an answer.”

“It’s all the answer you’re getting, child. Consider it a learning opportunity.”

“Learning what.” Tammy quickly found her patience for this strange woman evaporating. There hadn’t exactly been much there to begin with, but it was still dwindling rapidly. She still hadn’t even really gotten a good look at her, because she was positioned exactly between Tammy and the sun. Looking directly at her resulted in just a vague blur in the rough shape of a person, so all Tammy had to go off of was the sound of her voice. And her voice sounded like a grin. That was really the best way Tammy could think to put it. There was, she supposed, a bit of an accent to it. A lot of an accent, even. One that put her in mind of someone who at some point had owned a cotton plantation.

“Never expect a straight answer to a straight question,” the woman answered. “Especially not when the person you’re questioning is a witch.”

“Oh, so you’re a witch then.”

“You sound dubious! But I can assure you that yes, I am very much a witch. A real witch, too, not one of those youngsters who thinks neopaganism is trendy.”

Tammy elected not to push the subject. She was, after all, in a jail cell, talking to a person who claimed to be a witch. Pressing the subject seemed like a great way to get shanked. “Okay, fine. How about your name, then, can you tell me that? Or would that be too straight of an answer for a witch?”

“Just call me Winnie, child. Short for Winona.”

“Okay. Do you have a last name, or is this like a Cher situation.”

“I do, in fact, have a last name.”

“... Okay, but what is it.”

Winnie grinned. Tammy could tell because of the way the sun gleamed off of her teeth. “Ask Beatrice.”

“Who the fuck is Beatrice.”

“Language, young lady.”

Somehow, Tammy got the impression that was the closest thing to an answer she was gonna get. It was pretty obvious that there was something wrong with Winnie. If she were a teenager, that would be one thing. Teenagers pretended to have magic powers all the time. But Winnie didn’t sound like a teenager. She certainly didn’t sound that much older than Tammy, either, of course, but there was something about the way she talked, the cadence and the word choice that made it clear she was, in fact, much older than Tammy. So either there was something wrong with her brain or she was being intentionally obtuse specifically to get under the squirrel’s skin. If it was the former, then she was best left to her own devices. If the latter, Tammy wasn’t going to give her the fucking satisfaction of taking the bait.

Of course, the problem with resolving not to interact with Winnie was that there wasn’t anything else for her to do. Her cell was empty aside from the bed, the toilet, and the sink. Somehow, she got the impression that if she went back to bed, Winnie would consider it a victory. And, well, she couldn’t get a good look at Winnie, but Winnie absolutely could get a good look at her, so obviously the toilet was out of the fucking question. The one remaining option was the sink. Maybe washing her face would help with the hangover? Fuck it, it was something.

The sink was not in the best condition. Tammy had certainly seen shittier sinks, but it still felt very dive bar bathroom, to use a turn of phrase. Everything that could get just very slightly rusty had, everything that couldn’t had slight yellowing and the occasional brown streak, the knobs didn’t want to turn, the flow of water was decidedly anemic, and no matter which side she turned it was the same lukewarm temperature. After a few moments of fiddling she gave up and just went with what she had. She splashed her face several times. It didn’t help, and she just ended up with wet fur.

“You really should have seen that coming. Didn’t even consider the lack of a towel.”

Tammy stifled a sullen grunt – she didn’t want to give Winnie the satisfaction of any kind of response, even just a grunt. Thankfully, she didn’t have to deal with her for much longer. She could hear a door open as someone entered the cellblock. A duck wearing a tan coloured police uniform. “You two awake?”

“Yeah.”

“Good. You can leave whenever you want.”

“I’m not in trouble?”

“Nope. Just in the drunk tank. Make sure to stop by the front desk and pick up your things before you leave.”

“Right, right. Thanks.”

“Lemme get the door for you. We leave it locked for your own safety.”

That made some amount of sense, Tammy supposed. Letting people who were too drunk to get home sleep in an empty jail cell was fine, but it felt a little... off to actually lock them up. She could see the logic behind it, sort of. You didn’t want someone too drunk to function to just sort of wander off into the prison proper. It could result in someone getting hurt – probably the drunk. But, well, it still didn’t sit right with her. Maybe that was just her big city sensibilities clashing with how a small town handled things.

She wasn’t going to complain, though. It wasn’t like they were really holding her against her will, after all. She didn’t remember exactly how she ended up here, but ‘she got fucking blackout drunk’ seemed to be a reasonable explanation. The officer opened the door, and Tammy blearily stumbled out. She had not yet fully recovered from her hangover, it seemed, although she had improved.

For one, she could actually see Winnie now – although that likely also had something to do with moving to a different position that didn’t leave the woman directly between her and the sun. The first thing she noticed was her eye. Specifically, the one that was missing. She wore an eyepatch over it, but the enormous scar made it abundantly clear it wasn’t just a fashion statement. Her fur had probably been white at some point in the past, but had faded and yellowed just enough to convince Tammy that maybe she’d not been exaggerating her age quite as much as it seemed at first. The cane also added to the image. Like her fur, it looked like it had been very nice at one point but that had been very long ago. The same applied to her clothing. It kind of gave off colonel sanders vibes, which helped reinforce Tammy’s impression of her plantation owner voice. All white with blue accents, but faded and old. A tattered southern belle.

Not everything about her was faded, though. Her remaining icy blue eye was clear and lucid, almost scarily so. Her teeth were also in perfect condition, made abundantly clear when the woman made eye contact with Tammy and grinned, almost too widely. They were, the squirrel noted, upsettingly triangular – like the old woman had shoved an ivory bear trap into her mouth. She also seemed to be in good overall health. It was hard to tell how physically fit she was given her clothing was fairly well tailored and not designed to be particularly revealing so it was hard to tell. She did definitely have a very impressive ass though. It reminded Tammy of Penny’s boobs, in that it very nearly reached the point of being absurdly large, though she decided not to dwell on it for too long considering that Winnie was still staring at her and grinning.

“Would you like to be let out, Winnie?” the guard said.

“Oh, no, that’s fine, dear. I may not look it, but my bones are old and sore.”

“Right, of course. You just make sure to call us if you want to leave, I’ll bring you breakfast later.” With that, the duck turned and led Tammy out of the small cellblock.

“So what’s her deal?”

“Exactly what it looks like. She’s old and homeless and a bit... You know.”

“She claimed to be a witch.”

“Yeah, she does that. She’s harmless, though.”

“Why’s she in jail, then?”

“This is the closest thing Cluaran Creek has to a homeless shelter. Creepy or no, she deserves a roof over her head and three square meals a day. Ain’t like it sees any other use, ‘sides from the occasional drunk.”

So it wasn’t just Tammy who thought she was kind of creepy then. That was weirdly comforting. “So, um. Do you happen to have any idea how I ended up here?”

“Sounds like you had a lot of fun last night,” the duck said with a smirk. “Sorry, I was off duty. All they told me this morning was that you were there at all.”

“We have more than one cop?”

“Believe it or not, the county Sheriff is based outta here.”

“Huh. No shit.”

“It sounds more impressive than it is. She does a good job, but it’s not a very big county. Nowhere in it bigger’n Cluaran Creek.”

“Ah. Well, that makes more sense I guess.”

“Not to brag, but it’s the closest thing we’ve got to a claim to fame. Here’s the front desk. Let me grab your purse.”

“Thanks.”

“You’ll also hafta fill out a little bit of paperwork. Don’t worry, nothing too complicated. Just fill out your name and address and sign here.”

“Right.” Tammy took the pen and clipboard being offered to her and quickly filled it out before handing it back in exchange for her purse. She reached in, quickly confirming everything was in order, before pulling out her phone and shooting a quick text to her brother to let him know she was okay. “I, ah, don’t suppose you’d mind if I smoked in the parking lot while I wait for my ride?”

“We’ve got a courtyard out back specifically for smoking in.” He gestured with his head. “Down that corridor and to the right, ‘s at the end of the hall. Can’t miss it.”

“Right. Thanks.” Tammy elected not to bother lingering. The officer seemed nice and all, but she wasn’t exactly in a conversational mood. Mostly she just wanted a fucking cigarette.

Calling it a courtyard was honestly an overstatement. It was open to the elements, she supposed, but the whole thing was paved with concrete. There was one single bench, and a sign that made it clear this was in fact a smoking area. Stark. Tammy elected not to sit, instead leaning against the wall and sighing. It had already been a hell of a fucking day and she’d only been up for twenty minutes, tops.

Thankfully, her current pack was still in her purse. She would likely have been very cross if that had been lost at some point – that shit was eight dollars, which might not sound like a lot and wasn’t a lot but that was because she only bought two packs a month at the most. Unfortunately, while her cigarettes weren’t missing, her lighter appeared to have vanished. She stood there, scowling furiously, rummaging through her purse in the vain hope that she’d just missed it.

“Here, lemme get that for ya’.”

Tammy hadn’t noticed anyone else in the courtyard, but to be entirely honest she’d also not really been paying particularly close attention. Whoever it was held a lighter out, lit, and Tammy gratefully leaned in and used it to light her cigarette. “Thanks.”

“No problem. Believe me, I know how much it fuckin’ sucks to need a lighter. Sometimes I think no one in this stupid town is a smoker but me.”

“Ugh. Please tell me there’s somewhere I can get a new one. I don’t wanna hafta resort to buying a god damn lighter online.”

“Nah, you can get shitty BIC lighters for like a buck at the corner store.”

“Thank fuckin’ god.” Tammy took a deep drag, letting the taste wash over her and fill her lungs. She liked the flavour, but in the same way that she liked the flavour of coffee. She’d gotten used to it. “I don’t wanna spend any more money on this than I already do.”

“Heavy?”

“Nah, like a pack a month.”

“That’s how to do it.” The woman pulled a tattered looking pack of her own out of her khaki pants. Just below a holster, Tammy idly noted. Of course, she wasn’t particularly surprised to encounter someone with a gun while in a police office in rural Kansas. Especially considering the badge that read ‘sheriff’ on her breast.

A badge that happened to be directly at eye-level. Tammy wasn’t exactly a short person. Five foot seven was a perfectly average height for a person to be. Generally, she was used to looking people in the eye, even people taller than her. And yet here she was, eye level with someone’s tits, for the second time in as many days. Granted, she still wasn’t entirely sure how much of her encounter with Penny had actually happened and how much of it had been a dream. But right now she was absolutely certain she was awake. There was no denying that this was a real person who was at least seven feet tall. The kind of height you expected to see on a basketball court and not in a rural police office. Tammy tried not to think about it.

“Sherry McClane,” the woman said. “Sherry the Sheriff. It’s a dumb coincidence but I still think it’s kinda cute.”

“Tamara. Call me Tammy, everyone does.”

“Oh. You the other Castellano kid?”

“Yeah. How’d you know?”

“I’m generally the first person in town to know when anyone dies,” Sherry said tersely.

“Oh.”

“Let’s leave it at that.” She took a drag of her own cigarette. “I’m guessin’ you’ve probably thought about that enough.”

“Yeah. Thanks.”

“No problem.” Sherry sighed. “Honestly, it’s just nice to have the chance to talk to someone who isn’t a voter.”

“Voter?”

“Yeah. Technically I’m an elected official. Even if I’m also the only game in town, that’s only gonna be true for as long as I’m well liked enough that no one wants to run against me.”

“Oh. Huh. I always assumed sheriff was just a fancy word for chief of police.”

“Nope! People vote for me, believe it or not.”

Tammy took a moment to actually look at Sherry. She was a Doberman, which was about as stereotypical a cop species as you could get short of, like, a German Shepherd. Cropped, pointy ears and a short, almost nonexistent nub of a tail. She had long, black hair tied tightly into a ponytail, and wore aviators and a black stetson.

She was curvy, though she didn’t really quite match up to Penny in that regard. Only large D cups, as opposed to the rabbit’s alphabet-shattering head sized pair. She more than made up for it in sheer raw bulk. Sherry was absolutely ripped. Her brown shirt’s short sleeves strained to contain her bulging biceps. It was clearly designed for someone who wasn’t seven fucking feet tall – or, perhaps, it had been intentionally tailored with that effect in mind. In addition to the sleeves, the waist didn’t quite reach low enough to conceal her chiselled abs, and most of the buttons were undone so as to show off copious chocolate-brown cleavage. Her pants were similarly tailored to show off her tree-trunk thighs without quite looking like that was the intent, though Tammy was pretty sure it was.

“I’d vote for you,” Tammy said, lurching her eyes away.

Still, Sherry smirked smugly and lowered her sunglasses just enough for the squirrel to see that her eyes were green. “Flirting won’t get you out of future speeding tickets, babe. It’ll absolutely get you laid, though.”

“I’m, uh, I’m not flirting.”

“Sure y’ain’t.”

“I’m straight,” Tammy said firmly.

“Cute, but I saw you staring. I’m not an idiot.” Her smirk turned into a grin as she lifted her left arm up and flexed. There was a series of loud snaps as her sleeve burst at the seams. “Oh, darn. Guess I’ve gotta get this replaced. Again.”

“Um. I-”

“Wanna touch it?”

Tammy swallowed heavily. The answer was no, not really, but she found her body had other ideas. She had to reach up to touch it, and even with both hands she couldn’t get her grip all the way around. “It’s so hard.”

“That’s what she said.”

That right there was enough to break the spell. Tammy let out a snorting laugh. “Oh my god.”

“Sorry, you gave me the perfect setup. I couldn’t resist.” Tammy let go of Sherry’s bicep and backed away. “Here,” the sheriff said, pulling out her wallet and removing a small, slightly off-white business card from it. “‘s got my personal number on it.” She made a ‘call me’ gesture with her hand, before moving it in front of her mouth and making a... different gesture. Index and middle finger held up and apart in a v shape, with her long, canine tongue stuck through.

“Um. I am straight.”

“I’m teasing you,” Sherry said playfully. “It doesn’t hafta be sex. It’s just nice to have someone I can talk to who isn’t, you know, a voter. Don’t gotta walk on eggshells an’ shit.”

“Right.”

“And protest heterosexuality all you like, you sure looked like you were enjoying getting to squeeze my bicep.”

“... Right.” Tammy swallowed heavily. Suddenly the tension was mounting again.

Thankfully, it was almost immediately cut down by Tammy’s cell phone going off. “Oh. That’s, uh, that’s probably my ride.”

“Alright! See you then. Oh, and I’m not joking when I tell y’all to call me. I could really use a low-stakes conversation partner. And I get the impression you could too.”

“Right. I’ll think about it.” She had no intention of thinking about it, of course. The last thing she needed was a girlfriend, or even just a casual fuckbuddy. She had enough on her plate as it was without having to maintain any kind of relationship or questioning her heterosexuality. Maybe once things had been squared away and she’d finished her next book she’d have more time to think about that kind of thing? But even then, she had absolutely no intention of staying in Cluaran Creek any longer than she had to. And Sherry, being an elected official, kind of had to stay in Cluaran Creek. There was just no way that this was going to work out.

She still slipped the card into her wallet, of course. It couldn’t hurt to have the county Sheriff’s personal contact information on hand, booty call or no. Just in case.

Kyle was waiting for her in the parking lot in their parents’ station wagon. It was, she noted, the exact same one they’d driven her to school in back in the ‘90s. And it hadn’t exactly been new then either. Honestly, she was surprised it still functioned at all. Someone, possibly Kyle himself, had to have put a lot of effort into keeping it running. And even then, the yellowish-brown paint was faded, the wood panelling was dinged and dingy, and the exhaust was copious in that way that old cars’ exhaust always was. Almost instinctively she got into the back seat, on the right. Like always. She probably should have sat in the passenger seat, but something about that just felt... wrong.

“Just so we’re clear,” Kyle said as she put on her seatbelt. “I absolutely reserve the right to make fun of you for getting arrested on the first day back.”

“Hey, I didn’t technically get arrested. Just... You know, thrown in the drunk tank. Apparently.”

“Yeah, uh, what’s even up with that. Did you decide to hit a bar or something?”

“I couldn’t tell you,” Tammy replied with a shrug. “I can’t really remember anything after leaving the house.” It was a lie, of course, but as far as she was concerned it wasn’t a particularly egregious one. What else was she going to say to him, after all? That she’d had a vivid hallucination of a childhood friend growing a magic dick and raping her and she wasn’t entirely sure where reality ended and the dream began? Hell no. She wasn’t going to tell that to anyone unless she could guarantee they would keep it to themselves.

Still, maybe she could have come up with a better lie in that regard. Kyle frowned. “That’s... odd. You’d think you would, like, at least remember up to around the point where you got drunk.”

“Would I? I don’t know, I don’t exactly make a habit of getting blackout plastered.”

“Might be a good idea to see a doctor. Yanno, just in case. Better safe than sorry.” He revved the ignition a few times and the engine slowly and reluctantly sputtered to life. “Local clinic’s cheap and takes walk-ins.”

“If it’ll make you feel better. I’m pretty sure I’m fine, though,” she lied again. “Lord knows there’s nothing else to fucking do in this shithole.”

“There’s the International Festival today.”

“The what now?”

“It’s kind of a relatively new thing Mayor Lacroix came up with. Celebration of the town’s international heritage or something.”

“... We have an international heritage?”

“There’s exactly one Mexican family. The rest is just a western European wankfest, but there’s good food and good booze.” He shrugged as they pulled out of the parking lot. “It’s kinda lame, but it’s something to do that isn’t... You know.”

“Yeah. I know.”

“We’re dealing with the wills tomorrow. It’s probably gonna be an all-day affair ‘cause mom didn’t have a chance to update hers to factor in that dad was already dead. Then next day’s the funeral.”

“Wow, that’s quick.”

“We’d already mostly set up dad’s, so when mom passed we just... decided to do both at once. Saves some time.” He paused as he took a right turn just a little bit too hard. “Anyway the point is that there’s a festival happening anyway, and even if it is cheesy we could still use some time to, like, unwind before the hurricane of shit hits in full force.”

“I-” Really, the last thing Tammy wanted right now was to go to a big public thing with lots of people. But what the fuck else was she going to do with her time? She’d already resolved not to take Sherry up on her offer, after all. And she... wasn’t quite ready to confront Penny about the previous night’s events. Not yet. So, given the choice between just sitting on her ass and stewing in grief and guilt or throwing herself into a situation she knew she wasn’t going to particularly enjoy but was at least going to distract her, she’d take the latter. “Yeah, okay. Town square, right?”

“Yep, good guess.”

“Where the fuck else would they put it.”

“Fair enough. It should be starting in a few hours, so that’ll give you enough time to get checked out.”

“Yeah, yeah, if it’ll make you feel better.”

“Don’t worry, Dr. Hoffman’s good at her job. You’ll like her, probably.”

“I’ll be the judge of that,” Tammy replied with a shrug.

“Either way, we’re here.”

“What, already?”

“It’s Cluaran Creek. Are you really so surprised that we got here quickly.”

“... Yeah, okay, fair enough.” Tammy undid her seatbelt while Kyle pulled the car up to the entrance of the clinic, not bothering to find a parking spot. “Seeya later.”

“Stay safe.”

“I will.” Tammy closed the car door behind her and entered the clinic.

The clinic’s lobby looked like every clinic lobby ever. The floor was carpeted in various shades of dull grey with a vague nondescript repeating pattern. There were grey plasticky looking chairs lined up against the wall, and another set of the same chairs in the middle of the room placed back to back. In between every other chair there was a small table with a few magazines on top of it. On one side of the room there was a partition set up with a paper that read “SICK” taped to it somewhat haphazardly. Presumably that was a makeshift separate waiting room for anyone who might be contagious? On the far wall from the entrance, which was painted a horribly out of place shade of green in comparison to the floor and the other walls, there was a square hole behind which stood a bored looking nurse. “Got an appointment.”

“No.”

“It’ll be an hour.”

“Okay.” That was mildly frustrating, but fuck it it wasn’t like she had anything better to do with her time.

“Gonna need you to sign in first.”

“Right.”

Signing in was a no brainer. Name, birthday, address, that kind of thing. “Dr. Hoffman’ll be with you shortly.” Which was kind of a disingenuous thing to say after saying that it’d be an hour, but whatever. Again; it wasn’t like she had anything better to do with her time. For now, she was stuck in a frustrating limbo until the wills were read and the funerals were done with. Those were the only things tying her to this shithole town. And yeah, maybe mom and dad had seen fit to leave her the house, but she kinda doubted that. And even if they did she could just fucking sell it to Kyle. But, more likely, they had already left it to him. Honestly, considering the state their relationship had been in until literally days before mom died, she’d be surprised if she was in the wills much at all.

It was only about forty minutes before the nurse spoke up again. “This way.” Not exactly stellar bedside manner, but Tammy had a hard time minding. She probably didn’t get much in the way of practice, considering Cluaran Creek wasn’t the most bustling of towns.

The doctor’s office was, much like the lobby, exactly the same as every other doctor’s office in the world. There was the same weird plasticky bed-table-chair hybrid coated in a layer of waxy looking paper. There were various medical devices – a pair of otoscopes hanging on the wall alongside a blood pressure monitor; on the table there was a jar full of tongue depressors, several digital thermometers, and a reflex hammer alongside a small sink; and there was a stadiometer and a medical scale on the floor. There was also a stool and several plastic chairs. Tammy sat on one, electing not to bother with the medical table. “Dr. Hoffman will be with you shortly,” the nurse repeated before unceremoniously leaving. Once again, Tammy couldn’t help but ruminate on just how bad her bedside manner was.

Thankfully, she didn’t have much time to ruminate. This time, it seemed, ‘shortly’ actually meant shortly. Which was actually somewhat surprising. Usually, she found herself sitting in the empty doctor’s office for at least another twenty minutes, and yet the doctor arrived in less than five. “Sorry for the wait. Normally things go much faster, especially this early in the day. But, well, paperwork. You know how it is.”

The first thing that Tammy noticed about Dr. Hoffman was her height. Where Penny and Sherry had been absurdly tall, Dr. Hoffman was the opposite. Literally – at a glance, the doctor looked to be as much shorter than her as she was shorter than Sherry. Not even five feet tall – four and a half at most. The second thing that she noticed about Dr. Hoffman was her ass. Frankly, the only reason it wasn’t the first thing she noticed was the lab coat. When she turned around and took it off, hanging it from the door, however, Tammy got an extremely good look at it.

Really, probably a better look that she all rights should have. The mouse’s white pants were unusually tight. It was slightly less egregious than Sherry’s outfit had been, but it was still unusual. And that oddness was accented by her inexplicably removing her lab coat – the only reason that Tammy could think of that she did it was to show off just how enormous her butt was. And oh man was it enormous. Easily the biggest ass she’d seen in her life. The only one she could think of that came close was Winnie’s, but she’d not really gotten a good look at it so couldn’t say for sure. In terms of raw volume, Penny probably had her beat, but Penny was almost seven feet tall. Dr. Hoffman, meanwhile, was barely above four. Christ, each cheek had to be the size of her head, maybe bigger.

Thankfully, she didn’t take too long before turning back around. Just long enough that it was conspicuous, which Tammy elected to ignore for now for the sake of her mental health. Dr. Hoffman was, ass aside, fairly attractive. Tammy wasn’t particularly pleased with how many women she’d met in the past few days who she found attractive. She had white fur and long, off-white hair tied into a ponytail, and red eyes. Albino, maybe? Or perhaps, much like with Sherry, she was just playing into career stereotypes. “Miss... Castellano?”

“Tammy’s fine.”

“And you can call me Lydia.” She smiled for a moment, before her expression darkened. “Ah. I’m sorry for your recent losses, by the way.”

Tammy really, really didn’t want to think about that. “Mnf.”

“I wish I could have done more, but neither of them showed any signs anything was wrong until one day they were gone.”

Tammy frowned. Something about that sounded... wrong. “What did they die of?”

“I’m not exactly a mortician, but I’m fairly confident it was just old age,” Lydia replied. “Their bodies just... stopped working, all at once.”

“I guess that makes sense.”

“Anyway! That’s enough of that. What can I do for you today?”

Oh boy. Right, she was going to have to actually tell Lydia what was wrong, wasn’t she? She probably should have taken the hour-long waiting time to think about what she was going to say here instead of focusing on the will and funeral and such. And she couldn’t exactly think about it now because the doctor was right there and would absolutely notice her sitting on her ass trying to come up with a less embarrassing story. The best she could do is tell her what she told Kyle. “Uh. Amnesia?”

“Amnesia.”

“I’m missing a few hours from last night. Everything from when I left home to get a burger to this morning is just gone.”

“I see. Well, there’s quite a few things that could cause that. Certain medications, head injury, excessive alcohol or tobacco or drug use, extreme stress, depression. I’m going to write off dementia for now.”

“I’m pretty sure I don’t have Alzheimer’s yet.”

“This specific kind of memory loss makes me think either head trauma or excessive drug use. I don’t suppose you do any recreational drugs?”

“Nothing illegal, if that’s what you mean.”

“Do you drink or smoke?”

“Yes.”

“Hm. How much.”

“I’m not an alcoholic, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“So you’re a social drinker?”

“Yes. One or two drinks a month, tops?”

“And how about the smoking?”

“At most one cigarette a day. I didn’t smoke at all yesterday.”

“I can probably rule out the smoking then.”

“Can smoking cause memory loss?”

“Yes, actually, though not really the kind that you’re experiencing. It reduces the amount of oxygen getting to the brain which can interfere with the formation of new memories. Regular smokers often have a harder time putting names to faces, for example. But it wouldn’t cause the kind of memory loss you’ve experienced, especially not if you’re such a light smoker. I would still strongly recommend as your doctor that you quit as soon as possible.”

“Yeah, okay.” Of course, Tammy had no intentions of quitting. But she was pretty sure that Lydia had no expectations for her to take that advice, so whatever.

“Alcohol, however, is a strong possibility. Considering you’re not a very heavy drinker, it wouldn’t take a lot. Do you remember drinking anything?”

“No. But I wouldn’t say it’s impossible I got drunk.”

“Hm. Yes, considering your circumstances that would be understandable, I suppose.”

“For what it’s worth, I woke up in the drunk tank. I don’t know how I got there, though.”

“They didn’t tell you?”

Tammy shook her head. “They didn’t know.”

“Ugh.” Lydia pinched the bridge of her nose. “I’m going to have to have words with Sherry about better book keeping. Unfortunately, I don’t think that’s quite good enough evidence to say we’ve found our cause.”

“Okay.”

“I’m going to see if I can find any obvious head injuries and then a quick cranial nerve exam to make sure everything else is working properly.”

“Okay.”

“In the meantime, are you sure you don’t remember anything from last night?”

Oh boy. Tammy had been dreading this. She really, really didn’t want to talk about what she remembered, for obvious reasons. She could, she supposed, stick with her story. That she didn’t remember anything. But... Well, lying to her brother was one thing. Lying to a doctor who was trying to help her was another. As much as she told herself she was only doing this so Kyle wouldn’t worry, she was also worried. She was missing hours of time and had no idea what was real and what was a dream, of course she was worried. She was terrified.

But every time she tried to actually say anything the words died in her throat.

Unfortunately, internal monologues take time, and Lydia wasn’t an idiot. Tammy could tell just by looking at her face that she could tell there was something being left unsaid. “Oh dear,” she said softly before pulling over a chair. “It’s okay. Take your time. Don’t worry, nothing you say here will leave this room unless you want it to.”

“Okay. I- okay.” That was reassuring, she supposed. It still took her several minutes to actually say anything further on the subject, though. It really shouldn’t have been so hard to say it – it’s not like any of it happened, after all. All she had to do was dryly recite the events of the dream. So why was she having such a hard time of it? “Okay. So. I, um. Don’t really remember for sure what happened. Or, uh, I guess a better way to put it is that I’m not sure what was real and what was just a very vivid dream? Does that make sense?”

“It does,” Lydia said, simply.

“Right. Okay.” Tammy bit her lower lip, took a deep breath, and then talked.

She did not go into as much detail as she could have. She glossed over the sex, obviously – Dr. Hoffman didn’t need to hear every single sordid detail of her sexual encounters. And she also pointedly omitted any specific details about the other involved parties. She wasn’t quite in the mood to accuse some childhood friends of drugging and raping her, after all. Not unless she was sure it actually happened.

“I see,” Lydia said softly. “Hm. Well, I think I know what the cause of your memory loss is now.”

“You do?”

Lydia sighed deeply. “I think I do. It’s only a working theory, though. So! In addition to that cranial exam, I’m also going to be doing a little bit of blood work. Just to be sure.”

“Okay.” Tammy had never actually had a cranial nerve exam before. She’d been under the impression that it was an internet meme, not actually a thing doctors really did. Apparently she was wrong about that.

“While we’re at it, I’ll take the opportunity to do a quick physical exam. Please take off your shirt and pants, if that’s okay with you.”

“Oh. Uh, okay.” Suddenly, Tammy felt extremely self-conscious about the fact that she’d not showered yet. She hadn’t even thought about it until literally right now. At least this was a medical professional and not some complete stranger, she supposed. Still, she couldn’t help but notice the way that Lydia’s nose wrinkled ever so slightly once her clothes had come off. “Sorry.”

“I assume you came here right after getting out of the drunk tank?” Tammy nodded awkwardly. “It’s fine, I’ve had to deal with worse smells than someone who skipped one shower.”

She said that, of course, but after Tammy took her clothes off, there was something... different about Lydia’s mannerisms. Tammy couldn’t put her finger on it, it was just a little off. Maybe if she knew her better she’d be able to more thoroughly articulate it? But as it was, it was just there and so she decided to just ignore it.

The physical exam went exactly the same way that every physical exam went. The cranial nerve exam was a bit more novel, but at the end of the day there was a lot of overlap between it and a general physical exam so there wasn’t actually all that much more to it. Other than that, there was a ten second jab with a needle to draw a bit of blood. Tammy had always been good with needles but also paradoxically she’d also always been very uncomfortable around needles. She always built it up in her head and then it happened and it was done and she hadn’t even noticed. Every time. “There we go. You can put your clothes back on, I’ll get in contact with you later about the results of your blood work.”

“Alright. Is that everything?”

“Ah, no, not quite.”

“Um?”

Lydia handed over a business card. “I want you to keep in contact with me, okay? The kind of experience you had is very traumatic, and different people react to it differently.”

“I’m still not sure it even actually happened, though.”

“Even if it was just a dream, you clearly still took it very hard.”

“I-”

“All I want is to talk. No consequences, no expectations, no judgment. I just think it’s prudent to keep an eye on your mental health for now. That’s all.”

“... I’ll consider it.”

“That’s all I’m asking. I can’t force you.”

“I’ll consider it,” Tammy repeated more firmly. She would really rather not think about it, thanks, let alone talk with someone about it for an extended period. Frankly, she’d just about had her fill of talking about it ever period. To say nothing of the fact that this was the second god damn time today she’d seen a woman, been attracted to said woman, and then that woman had proceeded to give her a phone number with the expectation of her calling them later tonight. Jesus fucking Christ, did she have to get ‘no thanks, I’m heterosexual no matter how big your ass or tits or biceps might be’ tattooed on her fucking forehead before this would stop?

“Beyond that, unless you had any other concerns, I believe we’re done here!”

“Okay. Um. I just pay in the waiting room, right?”

“Right. Nurse Cruz can handle your insurance information and such. I’ll see you later tonight?”

“We’ll see.”

All told, the actual checkup had only taken about twenty minutes, which left her about forty minutes to get to the International Festival. Almost exactly not enough time to swing by home and grab a shower and some fresh clothing. Cluaran Creek wasn’t exactly the biggest town in the world, but walking places did in fact still take time. Maybe if she had a car, but she didn’t. She lived in fucking New York, what kind of crazy person owned a car and lived in NYC. She didn’t even have a license, so borrowing their parents’ car wasn’t an option even if Kyle hadn’t driven off in it.

The real problem, though, was the shower. Thanks to the sheer amount of fur she had, and specifically her tail, drying off almost took more time than the actual shower itself. At least an hour, even with a blow dryer. Which meant that she was gonna hafta improvise. Step one was a stop at the convenience store to pick up a new lighter – and, in the process, some industrial-strength deodorant. The kind typically reserved for skunks. It wouldn’t deal with the smells that were already there, but it would hopefully keep things from getting worse. Step two was to run home, apply the deodorant along with some light spritzes of perfume in strategic locations and an entirely clean outfit.

That was the best she was going to manage, unfortunately. It wouldn’t exactly hold up to close scrutiny, but she didn’t predict there being any close scrutiny, Sherry’s offer of a booty call aside. And, frankly, given recent trends, there was a part of her that was pretty sure that Lydia’s seemingly less sexual request to spend time together would also probably end up going sexual after all. Assuming she bothered with either. Which she wouldn’t. For some reason she found herself to not really be in the mood to fuck right now, even disregarding the orientational mismatch. Funny that.

The whole trek only took her about twenty minutes total, from leaving Lydia’s clinic to leaving home and heading towards the town square. That meant she’d probably be about fifteen minutes early, which she supposed was better than being late. Although, on the other hand, she could probably have gotten away with being late. Really she wasn’t entirely sure why she was so invested in getting to this on time. She didn’t exactly have any interest in the festival itself beyond its utility as a way to get her mind off of things. Maybe that was it – she didn’t want to run the risk of thinking about things while she showered.

Still, fifteen minutes was a long time. They probably weren’t even done setting up yet. Though, on the other hand, that might be a bit of a best case scenario. It was better than just waiting around for things to start – that was no better than showering. If there were people doing setup then she could offer to help out a bit maybe. And then she could think about that. Instead of, you know. The numerous other things she didn’t really want to think about. Lydia’s ass, the offer of a booty call from Sherry, her increasingly fragile heterosexuality, the amnesia, Penny.

God, she’d not even considered the possibility that Penny might be here. There’d be no avoiding confronting what happened last night if Penny showed up. Or BJ. Fuck, this was a bad idea. Fuck.

It wasn’t too late to turn back. She could still go back home and shower. That was a reasonable enough excuse to be late. She could turn around right fucking now and go back home and not risk encountering the person who may or may not have drugged and raped her. But she didn’t. She couldn’t really say why. Maybe it was just sunk cost – she was already closer to the town square than to home. Or maybe it was her pride, refusing to let her admit defeat. Or, fuck it, maybe she actually just really wanted to go to the stupid fucking International Festival. That wasn’t out of the question. It wasn’t like she didn’t go to shitty quirky hipster festivals all the time back in NYC, and even if this one probably wouldn’t be near the scale of that there’d still prolly be nice homemade food available in decent quantities. Even if it was just a Western European wankfest.

Regardless of the reason, she found herself at the town square in record time. If she was honest, she always kind of hated the town square. It was a big, empty field of grass – although, at this time of year, the grass was incredibly sad looking. There were various plywood stalls, of course, but not nearly enough to actually hide the fact that all the grass was withered and brown. At least it wasn’t snowing. There was also bunting hung between the stalls and some of the trees with various international flags on it, most of which belonged to countries that weren’t represented at the festival. Again; exactly one Mexican family.

That was all just for the festival, though. Most of the time it was really just a big empty field. The boys sometimes used it for sports. Tammy didn’t much care for sports. Honestly she’d never been one for playing outside in general. That wasn’t why she hated the town square, though, or at least not all of why she hated the town square.

No, the real problem was that this was the part of town with the best view of the Black Velvet Lodge.

Cluaran Creek was not, for the most part, a particularly unique town. It was just like any other small Kansas settlement. At least it was big enough to be a town, not exactly thriving but also not a single dirt road with a gas station and a shack. There were hundreds of towns just like it across the country. Except for the Lodge. The Lodge was unique. Something between a gothic manor and a southern plantation house, like the Haunted Mansion got airlifted out of Disney and plopped on top of the only hill in Cluaran Creek. Of fucking course she’d hated it when she was a child. She didn’t know a kid that didn’t. There were all kinds of rumours about it, to the point where it was hard to sort out what was real and what wasn’t.

The general lore, or at least as much as she felt was at all believable, was that around 1897, some rich lady from the east coast named Valentina had bought all the land that eventually became Cluaran Creek, and built a town on it along with a big ol’ mansion to live in. Then people had moved in and just... lived there. Supposedly, Valentina still lived in the Lodge and still technically owned all the ground the town was built on. Supposedly. Or, you know, Valentina’s descendants. Obviously someone who was alive in 1897 was probably not alive today, or else they would likely be one of the oldest people in history.

Although the rumours would explain that away by claiming that she was a witch or a vampire or something like that. Utter nonsense, but understandable nonsense. Because the Lodge was fucking creepy. Like, of course kids would spread rumours that she kidnapped and ate children to preserve her youth without considering that, you know, no child had ever gone missing in Cluaran Creek ever. Tammy knew because she’d fucking checked that no child had ever gone missing in Cluaran Creek after moving out because, again, creepy. But that was all there was. Beyond the fact that it was atmospheric, like something out of a horror movie, there was absolutely nothing supernatural about the Black Velvet Lodge.

Though of course, now that she thought about it, her experiences last night sure fucking felt supernatural.

Thankfully, she couldn’t see Penny anywhere. She might be somewhere out of sight? Maybe? But Tammy doubted it. There were plenty of people milling about, moving things around and unpacking stuff. And, standing in the middle of it all, was Mayor Lacroix. Or at least Tammy was pretty sure it was Mayor Lacroix. Tammy hadn’t exactly been politically active as a child and certainly hadn’t paid attention to who was the mayor. She only really knew her name because Kyle had mentioned it, and she had absolutely no idea if this Mayor was the same person who was Mayor when she was a kid. Which wasn’t something she’d consider except it was more unbelievable that there might be more than one person in town who was even interested in mayorhood than it was that this one person had been the mayor for more than two decades.

“Ah, hello. Are you here to volunteer or are you just here early?”

“The latter,” Tammy replied with a shrug. “But it could be the former, I guess? Do you need any help?”

“We’re just about done, actually.”

“Oh.”

“There’s still some things that need to be done, if you’re that invested in helping. A few boxes that could stand to be moved and such.” She sighed. “We were supposed to have some more help but two of our volunteers had to cancel at the last minute.”

“Oh. Well, uh, I can help out with those last few things I guess. Sorry I couldn’t get here sooner.”

“That’s not your fault, dear,” Mayor Lacroix replied with a warm smile. “It would have been convenient if you’d gotten here a few hours ago, but we weren’t hurting that badly for people. Your help is still appreciated, though.” The mink narrowed her deep blue eyes, leaning in slightly in a way that probably wouldn’t have made Tammy nearly as uncomfortable as it did about three hours ago or so, prior to being propositioned by multiple attractive women. “I’m fairly sure you’re not a local, now I think of it, so introductions are in order. I’m Diane Lacroix.”

And of course the Mayor was also attractive. Because apparently the universe had decided to take her inner monologue idly mentioning her heterosexuality the previous night as a challenge. She was not as tall as Penny or Sherry, but she made up for that lack of verticality in terms of horizontality. She wasn’t bottom heavy like Lydia, nor top heavy like Penny – she managed to be both, though she didn’t quite have a full-on hourglass figure either. Her tummy was just too soft to count. The best way to describe her figure that Tammy could think of was mom bod. Aggressive mom bod, like she’d had eight kids but instead of leaving her fat and dumpy it had just made her hot. God, her tits were huge. Probably bigger than Penny’s, at least proportionally speaking. She could tell, too, because the woman was wearing a god damn way too tight turtleneck and similarly tight mom jeans. She looked really good for her age, was the point – the only real sign that she wasn’t a 30-something was the streaks of grey in her hair that signified she was probably closer to being a 40- or even 50-something. Probably old enough to be Tammy’s mom if you discounted that Tammy’s actual mom had been in her 40s when she’d been born.

“Are you okay?”

“Oh. Um. Yeah. Tammy Castellano. I used to live here when I was a kid. Then I left. Now, uh, now I’m back.”

The change in mood was immediate and palpable. “Oh. I’m sorry for your loss.”

“Mnf.” Frankly, Tammy was starting to get tired of people being sorry for her loss. “We weren’t close.”

“I imagine that just makes it worse, dear.”

Tammy once again grunted sullenly in response. She had come here specifically to get away from the heavy shit, thanks. Which, actually now she thought of it, she probably should just say out loud. “I’m kind of trying not to think about it.”

“Okay. Consider the subject dropped. We have boxes to move anyway.”

“Yeah, that sounds good.”

“Ah, that being said, there are a few things I need to discuss with you on the subject. In private.” Oh boy. “Don’t worry, no more condolence. This is stuff we can hopefully get over with quickly and then I’ll make it up to you with a homemade dinner?”

Oh boy. Here it was, the inevitable. She was now four for four in terms of attractive women transparently asking her out on dates. And, coincidentally, each offer had been increasingly less appealing. “We’ll see,” Tammy replied with a shrug. “I kind of have other commitments.”

“Don’t feel rushed. It’s something we’ll definitely talk about eventually at some point, I just want an excuse to cook for someone again.”

“Oh?”

“My kids have all already graduated and my husband is... away.” Oh, good, she had a husband and kids too. As tempting as a homemade meal sounded on paper, Tammy had absolutely no intention of being a homewrecker. To say nothing of the fact that she was, as had been thoroughly established, very much straight. Though on the other hand at this point she’d been attracted to enough other women that she was beginning to resign herself to bisexuality after all. “It’s kind of lonely, is all.”

“Well, like I said, I’ll consider it.” Ultimately, Tammy elected to not get Mayor Lacroix’s hopes up too much, but also not to discount them entirely. The legal shit could wait until after the will was read, but that homemade meal was slightly more tempting than therapy from Lydia or casual sex with Sherry. “Anyway! Boxes?”

Mayor Lacroix nodded with a warm smile. “Boxes.”

Most of what the Mayor needed was, in fact, just moving boxes. Not even particularly heavy boxes, though they were fairly large ones, and nothing more complicated than that. Which was honestly exactly what Tammy wanted. It took just enough brain power that she couldn’t dwell on things she’d rather not dwell on. Not quite so much that she couldn’t hold a conversation, though, which was good because the Mayor seemed intent on socializing. “So! How long do you predict your stay’s going to last?”

“That depends on how the wills go,” Tammy replied with about as much of a shrug as she could manage while carrying a box. “I might end up with property that I need to dispose of? Like, I don’t know, the house or car or something. But unless something wildly unexpected comes up I’m probably going to leave whenever it’s convenient.”

“Oh.” The way she said it, it was pretty clear that Mayor Lacroix knew more than she was letting on. Probably had to do with that important thing they needed to talk about. Ugh, maybe Tammy was going to have to engage in that sooner rather than later after all. Or maybe she was just disappointed that Tammy was leaving at all.

“I’m not exactly in a rush to leave, either. I don’t need to be anywhere particular to work. I already spent a bunch of money getting here on short notice so I’m not leaving for at least a few weeks after the funeral. Unless I’m really lucky and find a cheap flight I guess.”

“Oh, no, I don’t blame you for leaving.” Yeah, she’d hit the nail on the head there. “There isn’t really much for young people to do here. The only reason more people don’t leave is that it’s very hard to build enough money to be able to afford it.”

“That makes sense I guess.”

“Truth be told, the only reason I came up with this festival was in the hopes that it would maybe incentivise some younger people to stay.”

“Did it work?”

“No.”

“Oh.”

“Maybe it’s just my age. I’m a very different generation from them. But... Well, what can I do? Build a mall? The town can’t afford that. Entice some tech company to build a factory? In Kansas? No one manufactures anything in the US anymore, it’s all done in China and India and other places where they can get away with not paying their employees a living wage.” She sighed. “Sorry, I’m rambling.”

“Nah, it’s fine. I can see how that kinda thing would stress you out.”

“Mm.”

“Sorry I don’t have any advice or anything. I’m not exactly a politician.”

“Advice would be nice, but at the end of the day I’m the one who’s got to solve this problem.”

“Where do you want me to put this.”

“Over there with the others, thank you.”

“Got it.” Subject successfully changed. Good job Tammy, you successfully navigated an awkward social situation. “I think we might be out of boxes.”

“Yep! And we’ve even got a few minutes to spare.”

“Like three whole minutes.”

“Hush. I’m going to go sit down for a bit.”

“Okay, grandma.”

“I’m only fifty four, I’m not that old yet.”

Jesus fucking Christ, she really was old enough to be her mother. She’d already have been in her mid-twenties when Tammy was born. It really drove home that age gap. Though, granted, it was entirely possible that Tammy was reading too much into things. Yeah, okay, the Mayor was clearly lonely. And she had mentioned her husband being away with a conspicuously weird tone of voice. But she’d also mentioned her kids were in college. Maybe it was just empty nest syndrome? Maybe she was projecting her own residual horny from last night onto some poor lonely middle-aged woman who just missed her kids and wanted a friend.

Mayor Lacroix took a seat on a nearby park bench. Good god, she took up almost all the horizontal space available. There was just enough space for Tammy to fit, though it’d be awkward. “Feel free to sit with me,” she said, as if intentionally driving home the point. “We’ve both been on our feet for a while. And you might not exactly be fifty, but I can tell by looking at you that you’re closer to thirty than twenty. Definitely not young anymore.”

“I’ll, uh. I’ll be fine standing.”

“Are you sure? It’s quite comfortable.”

“The bench?”

“Yes.” Something about the way she said that made Tammy suspect that she’d not in fact been talking about the bench. “Though honestly I don’t predict I’ll be staying here for too much longer, unless something comes up. The Festival typically runs itself and it’s been a while since I’ve had many opportunities to take it easy.”

“I can see that. Big civic project going on, of course the Mayor’s gonna be busty.” It took Tammy an upsettingly non-zero amount of time to catch what she’d just fucking said. “Shit, uh-”

“Don’t worry,” Mayor Lacroix said with a wave and a good-natured laugh. “They’re kind of a noticeable feature. I swear, after every kid they just got bigger and never got any smaller.”

“I. Um.”

“Oh, and after the twins they never really stopped... you know. I have to wear special padded bras, and even then after a while they start to get uncomfortable.” Tammy swallowed heavily as the Mayor slowly stood up. “That’s part of why I want to get home. So I can let the girls out to breathe.” She slowly approached Tammy, really driving home how much bigger she was than the squirrel. She wasn’t seven feet tall like Sherry, no, only a few inches taller than Tammy at most, but she made up for it in sheer raw bulk. It didn’t help that she was getting uncomfortably close. Leaning in mere inches from her face, whispering directly into her ear.

“If you come with me, I’ll let you suck ‘em.”

“oh my god.” Well, at least that confirmed that she was not, in fact, projecting her own horny onto the Mayor.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

Really, it was probably a no. Maybe. Honestly Tammy found herself no longer quite so sure on that front. She’d gone through her bi-curious phase years ago, dammit, and had thoroughly settled on girls just not being for her. She was, as she’d found it repeatedly necessary to stress, heterosexual. Which, you know, that was a thing heterosexual people did; constantly restate their heterosexuality when faced with attractive people of the same gender. She had absolutely no fucking idea why suddenly her libido had decided to change its mind in that regard. Maybe the girls she’d experimented with in college hadn’t been her type, maybe all the varying degrees of subtle flirting from Sherry and Lydia and Mayor Lacroix had worn down her resistance, maybe it was just another lasting effect of the previous night’s events. She didn’t really know. All she knew was that, regardless of how reluctant she should be, she found herself following the Mayor anyway.

“Don’t worry,” Mayor Lacroix said, as if sensing Tammy’s obvious trepidation. “I won’t force you to do anything.”

“Oh.” That was actually genuinely reassuring. She was a lot more comfortable with sex being an on-the-table option that she didn’t have to take, and in fact that almost made her feel more inclined to take it.

“I’d much prefer for you to do the forcing~”

“oh.” Well okay never mind that then.

The Mayor’s house was, like everything else in town, not far. Tammy couldn’t even really tell it apart from the other, non-Mayoral houses on either side. It looked decidedly like a normal house. Nothing fancy, nothing like what popped into mind when one thought of a mayoral mansion. Probably because, duh, it wasn’t a mansion. The Black Velvet Lodge was a mansion; this was just a house. Not unlike Penny’s or even the Castellano residence, though notably bigger. It had two proper storeys, for one. On entering, there was a set of stairs that led to an actual second floor, not just a slightly higher extension of the first floor shunted off from the rest. Mayor Lacroix led her past it and into the kitchen. It was a nice kitchen, nicer than her own kitchen back in New York and certainly nicer than the Castellano kitchen.

“We had to get a second oven. With six kids, one just wasn’t enough.”

“I’m sorry, how many kids?”

“Ha. It sounds like more than it was. Really, it was just a matter of luck. We only had three pregnancies, but the second was triplets and the third was twins, at which point we decided it prudent to not have any more kids.”

“Yeah, geeze, I can’t imagine that was easy.”

“It could certainly have been easier. But you make do with what you’ve got. Thankfully, being mayor isn’t exactly a minimum wage service industry job, and my husband is a marketing executive, so money was never in short supply.” She sighed wistfully. “But that’s in the past. Our youngest are about your age, so you can imagine they’ve been gone a while. We still see them all on holidays, of course. But they’ve got careers and families of their own, and this town is just too small.”

“Oh.” Mostly, Tammy found herself dwelling on the fact that Mayor Lacroix’s youngest kids were her age, especially in conjunction with the fact that breastfeeding was still conspicuously on the table.

“And my husband is away a lot these days. Retirement’s not that far off so he’s working on a nest egg.” Mayor Lacroix walked over to the double-wide fridge. “Would you like something to drink?”

“Well, um, I mean-”

“Ah, let me rephrase. Would you like something alcoholic to drink,” she clarified, stepping aside slightly and gesturing at the wine fridge that was beside the food fridge.

“Oh. Yeah, sure. Isn’t it a bit early for booze, though?”

“I’ve done everything I need to do today and you’re clearly on vacation, dear. There’s no such thing as ‘too early’.”

“Spoken like a true alcoholic.”

“Ha. Fair. Be aware that I’m generally not quite so liberal with the wine when I don’t have guests.” She bent down – which Tammy’s new bi-curious streak greatly appreciated – and removed an expensive looking red, before pulling two wine glasses from a cabinet and setting them on the island in the middle of the kitchen. She turned around again, rummaging through a nearby drawer for a few moments before pulling out one of those all-in-one bottle openers with a beer opener on one end and a corkscrew on the other. “We’ll start with one glass each for now and then see where things go from there. A nice little bit of social lubricant.”

“Are you sure? That looks expensive.”

“What’s the point of buying nice wine if you never drink it?” Mayor Lacroix replied as she opened the bottle and poured the wine.

“Some people collect wine.”

“Those people are almost always assholes, dear.”

“Fair enough.” Tammy took her glass and took a sip. She’d never really been much of a wine person. Not that she disliked wine. It’s just that the best wine, in her experience, was generally on the cheaper end of the spectrum. It was a lot like coffee, really, though in the other direction. There were plenty of flavour nuances to enjoy, but the vast majority of people who bought wine didn’t buy it for the taste, they bought it for the alcohol content. Or to cook with, but at that point her coffee analogy kind of fell apart. There had been some wines she liked. She was a fan of sweeter dessert wines, champagne was inoffensive, and there’d been reds and whites that she’d enjoyed. This one wasn’t one of them, though she didn’t say so – partly because that would be rude, but mostly because she was too distracted by Mayor Lacroix unceremoniously removing her sweater. “Um.”

“I did warn you that I was heading home so I could let the girls out, dear,” the Mayor said as she unhooked her bra and took it off, too.

“Well, okay, yes, but-”

“Drink your wine dear.”

“... Yeah, okay.” Fuck it, this was happening regardless of what she said or did at this point. There was no putting the genie back in the bottle, or the massive tits back in the special padded bra. And, in spite of the Mayor’s reassurance that she didn’t have to do anything, it was pretty obvious where this was going. Protests of heterosexuality aside, she was probably going to end up sucking those tits. And hey, if she got drunk enough then maybe she might at least enjoy herself. Resolve steeled, she threw back the entire rest of the glass and slammed it on the island – or, you know, as close as one can get to slamming a wine glass on a surface without shattering it. “Another!”

“Slow down there. This is nice wine, you should at least try to enjoy it.”

“I’m not drinking to enjoy it, I’m drinking to get drunk.”

“Fair enough! In that case, let’s break out a slightly less expensive bottle.”

“I thought you said there wasn’t a point to buying nice wine if you never drink it?”

“Yes, but it’s still expensive. If we’re not going to enjoy it, then that’s what Tuesday night wine is for.”

“Tuesday night wine?”

Mayor Lacroix produced a simple rubber wine stopper from the same drawer that contained the bottle opener. “On special occasions, you drink nice wine. On Tuesday nights, you drink cheap wine.”

“Ah.”

Once again, the Mayor bent over to remove a bottle from the wine cooler. This time, with some alcohol in her system, Tammy found herself appreciating the view a bit more honestly. Mayor Lacroix had a nice ass. It wasn’t as disproportionately massive as Lydia’s, but it was still nice and big and Tammy kinda wanted to squeeze it. That was almost certainly the alcohol talking – Tammy had never really been a very heavy drinker. She’d not been lying when she’d told Lydia that she only drank once or twice a month. Between that and her somewhat petite body, she didn’t exactly have the highest tolerance. One glass of wine was enough for her to feel it. She was just a bit dizzy, slightly disoriented, her vision was slightly fuzzy, and her impulses were just a bit louder. Like, for instance, the impulse to squeeze the Mayor’s butt. Not quite loud enough for her to follow it, of course, but loud enough that she gave a whistle of approval.

“Oh? Does someone appreciate the show.”

“You’ve got a nice butt, Miss Mayor,” Tammy replied bluntly. She probably wasn’t at the point where something more eloquent was beyond her just yet, but she didn’t really feel like being eloquent. She felt like being blunt. She wasn’t really sure why. Maybe it was just the inevitable result of all the attractive women she’d been bumping into of late who showed clear interest in her. Eventually she was gonna snap, and the alcohol was helping that along. Or maybe it was the fact that this time she was actually sort of in control of the situation. Like, okay, yes, she was drunk, her judgment was compromised. But she’d specifically chosen to get drunk with the specific goal of compromising her judgment. She wanted to want this, she supposed. The logic didn’t make perfect sense but fuck it she was drunk.

“Oh, please just call me Diane. ‘Miss Mayor’ just makes me feel old.”

“Okay, Diane it is.”

“Here.” Diane placed a cheaper looking bottle on the table. Slightly less fancy label, screw top instead of a cork. “Go at your own pace.”

“Okay. Right.” This, she guessed, was the part where she was supposed to chug the bottle and then latch on and get to sucking. But, well. Inhibitions might have been lowered, but they weren’t gone, not just yet. So instead she just awkwardly opened the bottle and poured a glass, taking a tentative sip and trying not to stare at Diane’s bare tits too much. God, they almost seemed bigger now that the top had come off. Twice the size of her head, yet somehow not saggy. Not quite so firm as to seem fake, but still a lot more firm than tits of that size really should be. And, as Diane had stated, they leaked.

“Of course, if you’d rather, you could have some milk~”

Tammy blushed. “I’ll, uh, get back to you on that.” She took another sip. “Not quite drunk enough yet.”

“Well, then, tell you what,” Diane said with a gentle smile before once again turning to her cabinets. “My husband and I... Well, our relationship has been... stagnating. In the bedroom. Soooooo we-” she paused for a moment, as if searching for the right words. “We bought some special pills, as it were. To make things more interesting.”

“Did they work?”

“Yes and no. It turns out that making yourself hornier doesn’t necessarily make the sex more exciting. Just longer. Which was enough, for a while. But only for a while.”

“Oh.”

“It’s fine. We’ve... found solutions. But, in the meantime, I still have quite a few of those pills. It might help, if you’re okay with it.”

Tammy frowned. Really, she should say no. She remembered the last time someone had drugged her, after all. It hadn’t been a pleasant experience. Well, it had been but also it hadn’t. It was complicated.

But on the other hand, this wasn’t really the same. This wasn’t someone pulling out drugged incense without telling her what it did or even that it was drugged. And anyway she still wasn’t sure that had even happened. And she’d already decided she was going to do this, or at least get drunk enough that she’d do this. So fuck it, whatever it took to get her inhibitions out of the way, right?

“Let’s start with half a pill, first? After I finish my drink.”

“Okay. That’s fine. I don’t want to pressure you.” Diane smiled warmly. “Whatever you’re comfortable with.”

That was reassuring. Diane sounded genuine about, you know, wanting to make sure that Tammy actually consented. Even if she was kind of pushy.

“It can be hard to tell the difference between someone who wants it but just needs a little pushing and someone who doesn’t want it but is acting like she does due to the pressures of the situation.”

“That makes sense.”

“Which one do you think you are?”

Tammy shrugged. “Honestly? I’m still figuring that out.”

“I’ll do what I can to help you out with that.”

“Thanks, I think?” Tammy took another sip of the wine, and then downed the rest of the glass. “Okay. Uh. First off, I think it’s a bit unfair that you’re the only one topless here.”

“Oooh, are you going to show off the goods?” Tammy wasn’t the only one who was starting to feel the effects of the wine, it seemed. Diane’s words were ever so slightly slurring together. It was subtle, enough so that if Tammy had been even slightly drunker than she already was she’d not have noticed. But it was definitely there. To say nothing of her more casual word choice and the way her wine sloshed in the glass as she waved it around just slightly more enthusiastically than was really necessary.

“I, um. Yeah. Just be aware that mine aren’t quite as impressive as yours.”

“Don’t put yourself down, I’m sure they’re quite nice!”

“I’m not saying they’re not nice,” Tammy replied, fiddling with her shirt. “This is not me having low self esteem. This is me being fully aware when I’m outmatched.”

“You’re not that outmatched, dear.”

“I want you to look at your tits and then look at my tits and then say that again.”

“... Well, okay, yes, fair.”

“My working theory is that there’s something in the water in Cluaran Creek that makes women become ridiculous when they hit, like, twenty or so.”

“Ha ha. Well, I’m sure that I’m just an outlier in that regard. Not everyone in town is quite so... egregious.”

“I’ve definitely met more girls who are egregious than ones who aren’t.” Tammy was stalling, she realized. She was close to taking her shirt off – most of the buttons were down, she just needed to actually do the damn deed. Clearly she needed more alcohol in her, and so she chugged the rest of her second glass and then tossed her shirt aside, followed shortly by her bra.

“Now, see, that wasn’t so bad.”

“I don’t need any encouragement,” Tammy lied. “Taking my shirt off was my idea. I just need a bit more liquid courage. And maybe some chemical persuasion.”

Diane frowned slightly. “I would rather you not phrase it that way. They’re not roofies.”

“Even if they were, does it really count if I ask you to drug me?”

“They aren’t going to have any effect on your ability to consent. All they do is make you really- you know. Riled up. And more sensitive.”

“I know, I know, I’m not saying that you’re date raping me. Don’t worry, even if I decide I regret this when I sober up, I’m the one who made the decision to get drunk in the first place. It’s fine.”

“I just want to make sure that you’re clear on what exactly these pills do, I suppose. Consent is important.”

“That, we agree on,” Tammy replied, taking a swig of wine directly from the bottle. “Uh... sorry. I prolly shouldn’t have done that.”

“It’s fine, dear. Just make sure you finish the whole thing.”

“Right.” That was a lot of wine. She’d already hit her usual limit when it came to boozing. She was not, as stated, typically a very heavy drinker. Two generous glasses of wine was already a lot. An entire bottle? That was probably approaching the point of too much. Which like okay yes granted the plan was to drink too much. She just didn’t want to risk hurting herself.

Ugh, she was still overthinking things. If anything she was possibly overthinking things more than when she’d been sober. “Uh. Okay. Why don’t you take off your pants?”

“Is that an order?”

“Uh... yeah, I guess?”

Diane sighed. “We’re really going to have to work on your assertiveness, dear. If you’re going to be the dom you really need to act the part.”

“I’m the dom?”

“Yes, dear,” Diane said, turning around as she began to undo the button on her mom jeans. God, the sheer percentage of tit that was still visible from behind really drove home how huge they were. Though, right now, given their relative positions and the way she was moving, most of Tammy’s attention was on the ass. The way Diane rocked her hips back and forth as she bent over shimmying her jeans off inch after agonizing inch. And speaking of bending over, boy was she bending over. Which somehow almost made her ass seem bigger, stretching her panties over enormous cheeks. Christ, she’d even made a point of lifting her tail out of the way so Tammy could get the best possible view.

Tammy grabbed the bottle and took another swig. Then another. Then she just chugged. All the while trying her level best to keep her eyes firmly on that ass. “Jesus fucking Christ, what have they been feeding you?!”

“This is what six kids does to your figure,” Diane replied with a smirk as she stood back up and stepped out of her pants entirely. Sadly, in the process, she let go of her tail, which obscured her ass slightly. Really, it was impressive just how much of it was still visible given her voluminous blond fur.

“Normally people don’t associate having six kids with making your figure nicer.”

“It all depends on how you look at things.” Diane smiled, turning around to face Tammy – which set everything jiggling just enough to make Tammy’s throat go awfully dry considering she’d just chugged a whole damn bottle of wine.

Luckily, that was eagerly rectified. After all, milk had been on the table for a while.

Tammy awkwardly stumbled forward. She was drunk enough that any kind of coordination was extremely out of the question. Thankfully, though, she didn’t really need to be particularly coordinated. It only took a few steps before she could just sort of let herself collapse onto Diane, pressing her own modest B cups against the mink’s alphabet-breakers. “Gimme pill.”

“There, see? That’s much better.” Tammy drunkenly rubbed her body against Diane’s while the mink milf reached over and pulled a pill from the bottle, breaking it in half and handing one over to Tammy. “Ah, fair warning. Even with only half a pill, the effects are... intense. Be ready for anything.”

“It can’t possibly be weirder than last night,” Tammy replied, too drunk to realize she’d not actually shared what happened last night with Diane.

“You would be surprised, dear. Last night was just a small taste.” She was also too drunk to notice just how fucking weird of a response that was. “I want to make absolutely certain you’re sure,” Diane continued just in time for Tammy to shove the pill in her mouth and then dart downward, latching on to her right tit.

It had, obviously, been a very long time since Tammy had breastfed. By the time of her earliest memories, she’d already been mostly eating solid food. And so she had no idea what to expect when she started going to town on Diane. The first thing she noticed was that it was warm. Not hot, just warm. Body temperature. Duh. At first it was kind of thin, and the flow was weak. But as she suckled and pressed her face more firmly into the vast expanse of titflesh before her, the flow quickly increased exactly enough that Tammy could just barely keep up with it. It also got thicker, thicker than was typical of the kind of milk you got from a jug at the supermarket. Thicker even than the kind of milk that you get in a bottle directly from a hipster dairy farm that does minimal processing. It slid down her throat, sweet and fatty and creamy and heavy, settling in her stomach. She could feel it, and it felt weirdly good. Maybe that was the pill.

God she was so fucking hot all of a sudden.

“Goodness, so eager!” Diane cooed. “Good girl. Drink up and grow nice and big and strong so you can fuck me senseless.” She gently stroked Tammy’s hair with one hand while the other slipped into her pants and squeezed her butt. “You could definitely use some more meat on your bones. We’ve got a lot of work ahead of us considering you’re only going to be here for a few weeks at most. Luckily, in addition to being very nutritious, my milk is also extremely fattening~”

There was, Tammy realized, something somewhat off about all of this. That same sort of semi-dreamlike sensation from last night. The pills, she realized, were probably the same drug that Penny had used on her. Or something similar. Somehow, though, the squirrel found herself not really minding. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was something about Diane’s less domineering handling of the scenario, or maybe it was just that Diane had made sure that Tammy was okay with things before jumping right into the sex – even if maybe she’d fudged some of the specific details. Regardless of the cause, Tammy found herself much more accepting of the way things had gone. There was no reluctance. Even if she could resist (and, if this was the same drug Penny had used, she probably couldn’t), she found herself not really wanting to. Instead, she wrapped her legs around Diane’s thick thigh, rubbing her crotch against soft mink fur.

It didn’t really do much for her, sadly. Luckily, she was pretty sure she knew what the problem was and already had a fix in mind. Just a little bit reluctantly, she pulled away from Diane’s tits and took a deep breath of fresh air – god, she’d not even noticed that she’d been holding her breath. “Oh? Are you done?”

“Fuck no,” Tammy replied, reaching down and unceremoniously removing her pants. “There. Now we match again.”

“So we do!”

“Okay cool back to business.” Once again, Tammy lunged forward, this time burying her face in Diane’s cleavage. “God you smell so fuckin’ good,” she grunted.

“And you smell like cum and deodorant.”

“... Oh.” Tammy awkwardly pulled away. “Uh. Sorry. I didn’t have the chance to shower and-”

“Shhhh, it’s fine. In this particular situation, smelling like cum is perfectly acceptable.”

“Yeah but-”

“Dear. Stop getting hung up on some mild BO and get back to sucking my tits.”

“... Yeah, okay.”

“See if you can get both at once.”

“Yeah, okay.” Though that was something of a tall order. One tit had been just enough to not be overwhelming. Two would probably drown her in milk. Which, you know, that actually didn’t sound all that bad, all things considered. Which was probably the alcohol speaking, or maybe possibly the drugs. But whatever, she’d already decided that she was going to go with the flow this time. And the flow was currently leading her to suck them titties, regardless of the risk. After all, it couldn’t possibly be worse than Penny.

Apparently, her own musing on the subject had gone on for longer than Diane had the patience for. The larger woman gently placed a hand on the back of Tammy’s head, not quite shoving her back into cleavage but definitely holding her in place. “Wha-” was all that Tammy managed before the mink made her move and sat down, taking the squirrel down with her. It was much less forceful than it could have been, but Tammy was so thoroughly caught off guard that it didn’t need to be forceful. And anyway, force didn’t really seem to be within Diane’s wheelhouse. And so Tammy found herself on the ground, eyes level with mink tits and crotch resting conspicuously on mink knee. Diane smirked and gently rubbed Tammy’s panties.

It felt really nice.

That was all the encouragement Tammy needed. Really, it was probably more encouragement than she needed, but she wasn’t gonna complain that she was getting a little stimulation out of the deal. She reached up and grabbed both boobs, pressing the nips together before putting both in her mouth at once and resuming her suckling. It was, as expected, pretty intense. Sucking one boob had been just about as much as Tammy could handle. And Diane seemed to have gotten a lot more productive in the brief period that Tammy hadn’t been suckling. She wasn’t exactly sure why that would be, but she also didn’t care – all that mattered was that the flow of milk had more than doubled from the point where it was exactly as much as she could handle. It should have been beyond overwhelming. Enough to drown her in an ocean of thick, creamy, delicious mink milk.

And yet somehow it wasn’t. It reminded her once again of her experience with Penny, specifically the end. It obviously wasn’t anywhere near as extreme, of course, but it was a lesser version of the same phenomenon. Not a single drop leaked, and she could feel every ounce of cream as it slid down her throat and settled heavily in her stomach. Even though her stomach was already about as full as it could get, it just kept coming and she just kept swallowing. And, sure enough, she could feel her stomach beginning to expand. Just like it had with Penny – though, again, not nearly as extreme. But it absolutely still went well beyond what was possible. Once again, she wasn’t entirely sure when the line between reality and unreality had been crossed, just that it had been crossed.

Honestly, though, Tammy was having a hard time thinking about all of that given that her crotch was still, in fact, pressed firmly against Diane’s knee. Her body moved on its own, rubbing and grinding. With only one layer of fabric in the way, it felt a hell of a lot more intense. Well beyond anything she’d managed alone. The closest point of comparison she could think of was her experiences with BJ last night, but she still wasn’t entirely sure that had actually happened. Fuck it, she wasn’t entirely sure this was happening.

Which raised a possibility in her mind. It was vague for now, filtered through layers of alcohol and whatever that pill had done to her, but it was slowly percolating. Taking form.

Diane removed her hand from the back of Tammy’s head, which the squirrel took as her cue to stop suckling. And so she did, pulling away and letting out a small burp.

“I think that’s probably enough milk for now,” Diane said gently.

“Ya’ fuckin’ think?” Tammy punctuated her point by rubbing her rotund belly. “Jesus fucking Christ, I look pregnant.”

“Yes, well, I promise you that this is the shallow end.”

“I’d hate to see the deep end.”

“I believe you already have.”

“Yeah. Right, that.” Tammy frowned. “I’d say that was more like taking someone who had never encountered a body of water deeper than their ankles and throwing them into the middle of the ocean.” She sighed. “... Okay, so, like... you obviously know something about that.”

“Mm.” Diane nodded slowly.

“And, like, something’s obviously up here, too,” Tammy continued, once again patting her abdomen for emphasis. “This is obviously not normal.”

“Yes.”

“Are you gonna tell me what’s going on?”

“Not yet, but yes.”

Tammy’s frown deepend. “Okay well can I get a timeframe on that at least?”

“Tomorrow. Your mother’s will has- well, not all the answers. But until you’ve read it, there’s only so much I can tell you. Honestly, I’m only going as far as I have now because Penny jumped the gun last night.”

“So last night actually happened then.”

There was a brief period of silence. “Well,” Diane said, after a moment of visible thought. “It’s unfortunately a bit more complicated than that. Depending on which of us you ask you’ll get a different answer as to how real all this is.”

“And what’s your answer, then?”

“I’m probably the worst person to ask that question,” Diane replied simply. “Any of the others could give you a concrete yes or no. I’m not so sure. It certainly feels real, but...” She trailed off, awkwardly averting her eyes. “We could stop now, if you’d like.”

“Mmm,” Tammy grunted. “Nah. Let’s keep goin’.”

“Are you sure?”

“If this is just a weird drug dream then it’s not like there’ll be any lasting harm. And if it’s real, then at least you’re asking for my input. That goes a long way. ‘sides, I haven’t gotten to finish yet.”

“Well, if you’re sure. Just remember that you can stop at any point.”

“Gotcha.”

“Now, things have cooled down a bit so I think it’s a good time to pick up the pace a bit.”

“I thought I was the dom? That sounds an awful lot like an order.”

“Oh, you are the dom. You’re just also very new to all of this. But you’re taking to it rather well.”

“So you’re thinking now might be a good time to move a little deeper into the pool?”

“Exactly.”

“But with water wings and a lifeguard nearby.”

“You would be much better suited to metaphor than I, miss professional writer. Consider this less an order and more of a suggestion.”

Tammy rolled her eyes. “Okay so then what do you suggest we do next.”

“Well,” Diane said. “I think that for now we should probably keep the focus on my breasts. What do you say to a titfuck?”

“... I’d say that I’m kinda lacking the proper equipment for that, babe,” Tammy replied. Though, even as she said it, she found herself wondering if that was actually all that big an obstacle. After all, Penny had given herself a cock. What was stopping her from doing the same? Aside from not knowing how to do that.

“Just leave that to me, dear.” Diane gently grasped Tammy’s hands and laid down, pulling her forward and manoeuvring her into position. Tammy found herself straddling the mayoral abdomen, her own swollen tum pressing firmly against massive mink milkers. Diane placed the squirrel’s hands on the sides of her tits. “After all, like I said, my milk is very nutritious and quite fattening. We’re just going to need to stimulate your digestion a bit. That’s all.”

“Okay well I don’t know what that means so you just do that then.”

“You don’t need to know what it means. You just need to let it happen.”

“Okay.” Again, though, Tammy didn’t really know exactly what that would entail. How could she let something happen when she didn’t even really know how not to let it happen? Like, Diane hadn’t even really explained what she was going to do. Only that she was going to do something.

“Think of it like a lucid dream.”

“I thought this was really happening.”

“It is, but also it isn’t. Like I said, it’s a bit too complicated for me to be able to explain succinctly.”

“That’s not helpful.”

“For now, just treat it like it’s not real. It’ll make it easier to figure out how to do it.”

“Okay.”

“Like a lucid dream, just... one that you and me are both having at the same time. Without going to sleep.”

“Gotcha.”

“When you’re dreaming, if you realize that you’re dreaming without actually waking up, you can sort of steer the dream. And the more you do it the better at it you get and the more you can do with it.”

“Okay, I think I get it.” That explained a little bit of the mechanics, then. Definitely why thinking of it as a dream would make it easier to do? Maybe?

“So for instance, your body.”

“What about my body?”

“It’s a nice body! You’re in very good shape, you’ve got a good balance to your figure. You’re just also a bit short and kind of scrawny.”

“I’m like a couple inches shorter than you, tops,” Tammy retorted sharply. “I’m average.”

“With all due respect, dear, you’ve made it abundantly clear that you’re not particularly interested in average.”

“I-” Tammy frowned.

“Besides, why be average when you don’t have to be? Remember, this is a dream, there’s no need to let yourself be held back by reality. Why be five foot seven when you could be seven foot five? Why have apple-sized breasts when you can have watermelons? Why use a strap-on when you could just have a real, honest-to-goodness third leg? And when you’re done, you can go right back to the way you were. Like nothing happened.”

Well, as far as Tammy could tell, the answer to those questions were alarmingly self-evident, even if Diane didn’t seem to have put two and two together; because if you get to act without consequences for long enough, you eventually get what Penny did last night. She didn’t actually say so out lout, of course. The conversation had already taken a sideline into heavier territory earlier and she’d decided she didn’t really enjoy that. So, for now, she was going to just... not mention any of that. For now. Maybe bring it up again when she was more sober. But right now she was honestly kind of into that whole seven foot five with watermelons thing. Not so much the dick? But, well, Penny had certainly enjoyed it. Maybe just go with the flow for now and see how it turns out. “Okay,” is what she said instead.

“There’s a bit- well, okay, there’s a lot more to it than that. But... for now, that’s probably enough talking. Let’s get to the good bit.”

“Okay,” Tammy repeated. She had no real idea what to expect. The most she’d experienced was extra carrying capacity in her stomach twice over. There was also Penny’s cock, but that hadn’t actually happened to her. Well... okay, it had happened to her, just not in that sense. The point was that she’d only really experienced this, whatever it was, in indirect ways. Mind control, heightened arousal and sensitivity, stretchier than normal stomach. Penny grew a dick and then used it on her, but she’d not grown a dick at all. So she didn’t know what to expect. What it’d feel like.

“Although, that being said... I could just make you bigger. But I’m thinking it might be more fun to make you get bigger.”

“There’s a difference?”

Diane didn’t respond, or at least not with words. Instead she just smirked, removed her hands from Tammy’s and placed them on the squirrel’s still milk-filled stomach. God, it was huge. She looked less like she’d gorged on freshly squeezed milk and more like she’d gotten knocked the fuck up a few months ago. With twins. And... well, it felt weird to admit, even just to herself, but it felt really good? Not just, like, being that big and full in and of itself, or at least she was pretty sure it wasn’t just that. But it was being that big and full with the enhanced sensitivity and heightened libido and the firm but gentle pressure of Diane’s hands and tits. And then she started rubbing and oh man that did something, she wasn’t sure what but it was something.

“I- urp!” Oh wow, okay, that was embarrassing. She almost moved her hands to cover her mouth on instinct, but the instant she loosened her grip on Diane’s tits the mink shot her a Look and so she decided not to do that. Instead, she attempted to finish what she’d tried to say. “I feel weird.”

“Bad weird?”

“No. Good weird. Really good weird.”

“That means it’s working.”

It felt kind of like indigestion. Except, like, sexy. That was the best way to describe it that Tammy could come up with, especially given the mounting distractions. Her stomach felt like it was doing backflips inside of her, and yet somehow it didn’t make her feel sick. Just horny. Which, really, wasn’t all that surprising. If this was a waking lucid dream then of course Diane would make it feel good. That didn’t make it any less weird. A sort of cognitive dissonance – this was a sensation she was familiar with but she wasn’t getting the same feedback she usually got from it. Like her brain was loudly telling itself that this felt good while simultaneously rebelling against the idea that it felt good.

Which, in a weird sort of way, made it feel better? Once again, her sense of metaphor failed her because her mind was elsewhere. God, it was making noises now. Wet churning gurgles. Why was that so hot? Was it weird that she was finding that hot? It was probably weird that she found that hot. And it didn’t help that Diane was still rubbing her gravid gut, covering less and less ground as the massage built in intensity.

It took her a moment to realize why Diane was covering less of her stomach – because there was less of it to cover. Her stomach was getting smaller.

And meanwhile the rest of her was getting bigger. 

Now that she’d noticed, she wasn’t sure how she could possibly have taken so long. The signs were so obvious. The way she had to tilt her head lower and lower to look at Diane. The way her chest rose with her breath but didn’t fall back down, slowly filling her vision with ruddy furred titflesh. The way she could feel her ass covering more and more of Diane’s torso.

The way she could feel Diane’s tits pressing more and more firmly against her cock.

Tammy had, obviously, never had a god damn penis before in her life, let alone gotten a titfuck. Weirdly, it felt exactly how she’d expect it to feel. Like she’d stuck her forearm in between Diane’s tits except if her forearm was an erogenous zone. Which, really, was underselling it significantly. It felt really good, to the point where it almost drowned out everything else. Once again, the only word she could think of was overwhelming. Like all the pleasure nerves in her body were concentrated in one place. But of course that wasn’t the case and so also she was still getting input from her other bits, it’s just that those bits weren’t getting attention while this bit was getting a lot of attention.

And, of course, it was growing. Tammy wasn’t sure if it was actually getting bigger or if it just wasn’t fully hard yet? Or, fuck it, maybe it was both. She didn’t know, aside from some experimentation she was a fucking virgin and even if she wasn’t she obviously didn’t have much direct experience with how dicks worked. All she knew was that she could feel it slowly sliding deeper and deeper into Diane’s copious cleavage as it got longer, pressing more firmly into the mink’s titflesh as it got girthier. Throbbing and pulsing and twitching and oozing.

God, Diane was so soft.

Tammy’s hips bucked. She didn’t choose to buck them, they did that on their own, on reflex. It felt good, though, so she wasn’t going to complain. Instead, she sunk her hands deeper into Diane’s boobs and began to thrust. Although really that applied more agency to her than was really true. Mostly, she just allowed her body to go on autopilot and enjoyed the ride. It turned out that, as good as just being sandwiched between tits felt, moving made it feel so much better. She felt a tingling tightness building at the base of her crotch, a familiar sensation in an unfamiliar place. “A-ah! I-I think I’m gonna- g-gonnaaaaah!!!”

“It’s okay. You’re the boss here, remember. If you want to cum, cum~”

There was a small part of Tammy which felt like she wasn’t really the boss in this situation, in spite of what Diane had to say. Mostly because the instant Diane told her to cum, that’s what happened. Of course, thinking rationally, she was absolutely about to cum anyway. Maybe she’d been subconsciously holding back and Diane had told her not to do that so she stopped, or else just coincidentally couldn’t hold back anymore. Whatever the case, she erupted. In more ways than one, too – her shaft popped out of Diane’s cleavage, smacking her in the face as it passed. She didn’t seem to mind, though, eagerly licking at the fucking beast of a penis that Tammy apparently just sort of had now.

Mostly, though, she was focused on the orgasm. The weird, surreal sensation of gobs of stuff flowing up through the shaft and bursting forth in thick gouts that painted Diane’s kitchen walls in off-white, one after another after another, until Tammy lost count of how much she’d cum. Though, granted, she felt that the vague haze of climax probably contributed to that. She groaned and grunted and generally made vague noises of approval until, eventually, she finished. She wasn’t really sure how long she’d lasted and honestly kind of didn’t want to know. Right now, she had other priorities.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Diane, isn’t this a bit much?” she said as she slid off of the mink’s belly and onto the floor, gesturing vaguely at her giant fucking cock.

“I did specify third leg, dear,” Diane replied. “Also, seven foot five and watermelons.”

“Yeah, yeah, okay. Still.”

“It is a lot. Would you rather be smaller?”

“Well... unless you wanna stop here, then I might as well stay big. I’m gonna need another glass of wine, though. Or a bottle.”

Diane gave a wry smile. “More wine it is. Don’t worry, I’ve got plenty.”

“I’m gonna try not to drink too much. I don’t normally have the best tolerance.” Though, granted, normally she wasn’t seven foot five. With watermelons. More mass should, in theory, result in a higher alcohol tolerance. In theory. In practice, reality had been so thoroughly broken with that Tammy had no fucking idea how it would work out. For all she knew she’d end up being an even lighter lightweight for whatever reason. Whatever it ended up being, she’d elected to roll with it. Diane handed her another bottle and she opened it up before taking a swig. “Okay. Yeah. Still a lightweight.”

“Are you going to be okay?”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine. Ain’t like I’ve never gotten blackout drunk before.”

“Well just make sure you don’t hurt yourself, dear.”

“This’ll be my last bottle.”

“Good.”

Tammy took another swig of wine, trying not to think too hard about how much smaller the bottle felt in her hands than the last one had. Or about how her line of sight was exactly the same as it had been when she was standing before she’d grown. The weight of her larger chest, the fact that she somehow barely even noticed said weight. She elected not to attempt to stand up for now – between the alcohol and the shift in her centre of gravity, that was just asking to fall on her fucking face. Another swig. She was running out of wine faster than she’d expected to. That was another side-effect of the growth she’d not seen coming; bigger Tammy meant bigger mouth meant bigger swigs. Fuck it, might as well just finish the whole damn thing. She’d already chugged one bottle this afternoon. “... What time is it, anyway.”

“There’s a clock on the stove.”

“Right.” Jesus fucking Christ, it was two thirty. “Time flies when you’re having fun?” she muttered. Now, her drunk mind decided, was a good time to attempt to stand up. Her movements were awkward and clumsy – she wasn’t sure if that was the result of the alcohol or of her longer limbs. Probably both. She placed one hand on a counter and the other on the island, in a mostly successful attempt to steady herself. Standing wasn’t so bad, really. Actually staying on her feet without letting go of her supports was another question. “So. Uh. What now?”

“That would be up to you, dear.” Oh. Yes. Right. She was the dom, wasn’t she? Oof.

“It’s just, uh, I’ve never really done this before.”

“Just do what comes naturally.”

“Right okay. Sure.” Easier said than done. Tammy ended up just standing there for a moment further, trying to figure out what she was even going to do.

It turned out, however, that reality was going to make that decision for her. Before she could say or do anything, the door to Diane’s house opened and someone came barging in. She couldn’t actually see who it was, but she didn’t need to to feel a brief swell of panic. And she wasn’t the only one; she could see it painted all over Diane’s face.

“Yo, you get started without me?”

“Ah. Uh. Sherry! To what do I owe the, uh, the pleasure?” The tone of Diane’s voice made it abundantly clear that there was no pleasure in the slightest.

“Man, you absolutely did get started without me, didn’t you?” Sherry shouted from the other room over the sounds of her taking off her shoes. “If you’re going to sample the goods early the least you could do is invite everyone over. Or at least everyone who hasn’t gotten a turn yet.”

“Oh, yes, like you weren’t planning on taking her for yourself at the earliest opportunity, dear,” Diane snapped back.

“Oh, yeah, absolutely. But someone got to her first. Heard talk of you sneaking off from that stupid festival of yours.”

Diane huffed. “I wanted to give her a better first impression. That’s all.”

“Yeah, whatever helps you sleep at night. Bitch.” Sherry entered the kitchen, lowering her sunglasses and letting out a low whistle as she saw what had become of Tammy. “Dang, girl, you really went balls-out. Taller’n me, even!”

“Uh, I... Sorry?”

“Nah, don’t worry, I’m not the size-slut of the group. So long as you remember that I don’t bottom I’m easy to please.”

“Okay?”

Sherry reached into her pocket and pulled out a bottle of pills that looked suspiciously similar to the one that had contained Diane’s aphrodisiacs. She had, Tammy noticed, changed out of her uniform and into a more casual outfit. An ill-fitting tank top that read more like a sports bra and some tight, faded jean shorts. It showed off about as much of her tightly muscled figure as was reasonably possible without going naked. “I call her face,” she said, popping the lid and removing a small green pill. “You’ve got your pick of the remaining holes. She dislikes anal, though. Or at least she says she does. Keep that in mind.”

“Uh. Okay? Doesn’t she get any say in this?”

“No.” Sherry tossed the pill into her mouth. “Trust me, this is how she likes it.”

Somehow, Tammy found herself not ready to take Sherry’s word for it. She tilted her head towards Diane, prompting a raised eyebrow from Sherry. The mink’s brow was slightly furrowed, but after a moment she sighed. “Fine. If it’ll make you shut up.”

“The only one who’s gonna be shutting up is you,” Sherry, said, reaching down and undoing her pants.

“Of course.”

“Because you’ll have my cock in your throat y’see.”

“I gathered the implication, dear,” Diane said with a roll of her eyes.

“Sluts don’t get to talk back to their masters, bitch.” Diane rolled her eyes again, but elected to keep any potential responses to herself. “Man, y’all must want me to punish you. Bet you’d like that, cunt.”

With that, she dropped her pants and unleashed the monster. Although, unleashed probably wasn’t the right world. Manifested was closer, given that she definitely didn’t have it coming in. Not even the best of tucking jobs could conceal that beast. It was bigger than Tammy’s by far, to the point where it bordered on comical. If Tammy’s was a third leg, Sherry’s had to be the size of a particularly small person. Maybe bigger. Definitely large enough that it would reach above her head if it weren’t for the fact that it was so massive that it was too heavy to stand upright.

And that wasn’t even getting into her balls, which reached the god damn ground. Jesus Christ, there was big and then there was excessive, and Sherry had more than crossed that line. Also there was the fact that it wasn’t just a penis, it was a canine penis. Complete with a comically bulbous knot bigger than her head.

The doberman noticed Tammy’s attentions, and smirked smugly. “I might not be the size-slut of the group, but that don’t mean I’m lettin’ the newbie beat me out on her first try.”

“There’s no fucking way that’s fitting in her.”

“Yeah it will. Magic, duh.”

Right. Magic. That was the first time the word had actually been explicitly said out loud. Tammy had been specifically and pointedly not using that word, even in her internal monologue. As though somehow that would make it not magic. There was, she supposed, still a chance this was just some kind of weird drug trip? But... well, if it was, it sure fucking felt real.

While Tammy mused on the nature of the situation she found herself in, Diane had gotten started. Sherry’s dick was big enough that the other woman had to participate actively, at least at first. She couldn’t just reach over and grab the mink by the back of the head and force her onto the shaft. Diane had to actually take enough of it for Sherry to reach her head. Which was comforting, in a weird, kinda fucked up way. If Diane had chosen not to make a move at all then nothing would have happened. Which... granted, that didn’t mean it was consensual. There were a lot of complex factors that went into that kind of thing, but this was at least a green flag.

“Don’t just stand there, kid! Pick a hole and get fuckin’!”

“Oh. Uh. Right.” Tammy continued to stand there awkwardly.

“Lemme guess. Virgin?”

“I mean... Sort of? At this point I don’t think I count as a virgin anymore.”

“Here’s a protip,” Sherry said, firmly grabbing Diane by her ears. “Virginity isn’t really a binary thing. It’s not ‘have you fucked, yes or no’, it’s a state of mind. You’re awkward and clumsy and don’t really know what you’re doing yet, and it takes time to move past that.”

“Right.”

“Which is why making you dom her was a stupid fucking idea, by the way,” Sherry continued, prompting an annoyed gurgle from Diane. “Definitely better than that shit Penny pulled, tho’. Throwing you in the deep end and not giving you the chance to say no was also a stupid fucking idea. The best case scenario would be, like, a gentle dom. Firm, gives you strong directions, lets you take things at your own pace, not too forceful. Unfortunately we don’t got one ‘a those. Next best thing would be a powerbottom, but she ain’t here so the next-next best thing would be co-domming. So, get to work.”

“I’ll be real, I was not expecting to get lectured on the nuances of kink today.”

“Hey, I’m just lookin’ out for you, kid.”

“Next we’re gonna talk about the ethics of vore.”

“Look do you wanna fuck or not?”

“Okay, okay. Sheesh.” Of course, Sherry had a point. Tammy was, in fact, stalling by being ironic. Intentionally drawing things out because deep down she was reluctant to take that final step and actually put her dick in someone. Or something. She didn’t really know. She was too drunk to have introspective thoughts, or at least too tired for them to be coherent. So instead she just went back to not thinking at all. It had served her pretty well earlier, during the titfuck. Just let instinct take the wheel and hope it didn’t steer her wrong.

Instinct, it turned out, steered her to stop stalling and get to fucking. So she did that. It took some finagling, of course. The hole she was aiming for was pretty low, and her massive dick was hard to manoeuvre. It was also hard to see Diane’s holes given her fat ass and fluffy tail were in the way. And she couldn’t move the tail out of the way and spread Diane’s cheeks and aim at the same time – she didn’t have enough hands. Thankfully, the mink lifted her tail up and to the side, either intuiting the problem or just acting on reflex. Or both.

Either way, it wasn’t actually all that helpful because she’d still need three hands to be able to spread the cheeks and also hold her dick. She did the best she could, grabbing one cheek and spreading it as much as she could. Not ideal, but better than she expected. She could at least sort of see her target at all, which was better than nothing. But at the end of the day, all she could do was just aim, prod, and hope she wasn’t aiming too high.

It was difficult to tell if she’d actually succeeded. She could feel herself going inside, but she couldn’t actually tell which hole it was. Diane made a vague noise, muffled by Sherry’s shaft, but Tammy had no idea what the noise specifically entailed. Was it a good noise? A bad noise? A neutral noise? Tammy didn’t know. She also didn’t really care. Well okay no that was a lie she cared a little bit. She did want Diane to enjoy herself, after all, she wasn’t gonna just intentionally do a sex act she didn’t like to her. It’s just that her mind had other priorities at the moment. Like how fucking tight and warm Diane’s insides were. “Feels good, right?” Sherry said with a smirk. “You’d think that someone who’s had six fucking kids and who can take two cocks almost as big as she is wouldn’t be so fuckin’ tight, right?”

“Mngf.” Tammy tried to respond, but all she could manage was a vague grunting gurgle. It just felt too god damn good. Like nothing she’d ever felt before (duh, of course it felt like nothing she’d ever felt before, she’d never had a dick before). Words completely failed her. God, if fucking felt this good then it was no wonder so many guys were so obsessed with it.

It was tight, for a start. But not uncomfortable tight. It wasn’t like wearing clothing that didn’t fit, more like being wrapped tightly in a blanket burrito on a cold winter night. Except instead of her whole body it was just her dick. Or something. And it was wet, which typically didn’t make for a comfy blanket burrito. Once again; she wasn’t exactly in the state of mind to come up with a good metaphor on the fly. She was only trying because of her instincts as a writer.

Putting that instinct aside as best as she could made it slightly easier to put into words. It was tight and hot and wet and moving, squeezing and undulating and pulling her deeper and deeper into the hole. Which all added up to a significantly more intense experience than the titfuck. She wasn’t even all the way in yet and already she felt that same tingling warmth in her crotch, the tightness in her chest, the way her breath came quick and ragged. “F-fuuuck~”

“Make sure you’re all the way in before you finish, kid,” Sherry grunted. “The bitch loves gettin’ filled with cum from both ends, don’t wanna spill any.” Diane made an annoyed-sounding noise, though it was hard to tell for sure what emotions were behind it because of obvious considerations. Sherry had a point, though, she was kind of right on the verge of climax and she’d barely even put it in yet. She wasn’t gonna actually get to enjoy this if she didn’t pick up the pace a bit. And so she mustered up every ounce of willpower she had in her to do exactly that, thrusting as hard and far as she could.

Which, it turned out, might not have been the best plan. Or maybe it was, fuck, she didn’t know. All she knew was that she could feel her dick colliding with Sherry’s, sliding up and around it and rubbing against it. “Oh fuuuuuuck yeah, that feels good.”

“Mnahnnnn,” was the only response that Tammy could manage. She kept describing situations as being overwhelming only to keep finding the next situation to be even more overwhelming, so she decided to not even bother this time.

That didn’t change the fact that this was a lot to take in, of course. Well beyond what she was used to dealing with when it came to sex – or masturbation, as the case may be. Definitely well beyond the point where she could hold back. She came the instant her hips hit Diane’s ass, and she came a lot. That was, she supposed, one benefit to this whole magic thing; no refractory periods. If anything, she was probably cumming more than she had last time. She could feel every god damn gout of spunk as it travelled up through the mink’s tight passage and then out into her womb. Her hips bucked wildly and arrhythmically for god knows how long. She made a point of not looking at the clock because she really didn’t wanna know how long she’d been going for.

All she knew was that Sherry made some strained grunts in response. “F-fuck that feels good,” she repeated herself. “G-gonna fuckin’... fuuuuuck!”

Sherry’s climax was significantly bigger than Tammy’s. Not surprising, given the sheer size of her balls. Tammy could feel it against her own shaft, thick bulges of semen travelling up its length before erupting out into Diane. Sherry was right; it felt really good. Yet another sensation on top of the pile of sensations she was feeling right now that she didn’t have the words for and that she was pretty sure no one had the words for.

Except, she supposed, Diane and Sherry and Penny anyone else who might be in on whatever this was. There was, it turned out, this whole world she’d not known existed until now right under her nose, and she had no idea just how expansive it might be. Like something out of a cookie-cutter contemporary fantasy novel. She would have taken a moment to appreciate the irony of that except it wasn’t really ironic. And also, to hammer the fucking point home, she had other concerns.

Like, for instance, how much she and Sherry were pumping into Diane. It reminded her a lot of what Penny did to her last night, except this time she wasn’t on the receiving end. Most of it was Sherry’s work, of course. The overwhelming majority, though that wasn’t really saying much. Of course she dwarfed Tammy’s output, her balls reached the god damn ground. All she had to do was look over in the general direction of where she’d been titfucked by Diane to see a testament to how inhumanly productive she was right now. And yet Sherry made that look like nothing. With how their cocks were pressing together inside of Diane, she could feel every single god damn drop of spunk, and there were a lot of drops.

And not only was she more productive, but by the time Tammy slowed down, Sherry was still going strong. The squirrel quietly let herself slide out of Diane and slinked away to a corner to take in the situation. First off, she was still big. And she didn’t have any idea how to un-big herself. Until she figured out how to do magic stuff to herself (if that was even possible), she was kind of stuck relying on other people to de-transform or else just waiting and hoping it would go away on its own.

Which meant that she was fucking stuck here for now, because the only people on hand who knew how to do magic were indisposed. God, Diane was fucking spherical. It looked downright unreal. Hell, she still wasn’t entirely sure that any of this was even happening. It was just as likely, if not moreso, that it was a hallucination as a result of the drug. Though, of course, she wasn’t anywhere near confident enough in that possibility to actually go outside. And even if it was the drugs, it was probably an even worse idea to go outside while still very drunk and also vividly hallucinating that she was seven foot five with a three foot penis. Jesus Christ, when she put it like that it was kinda fucked up.

In the meantime, Sherry was still going at it, with no signs of stopping. And obviously as a direct result, Diane was also not available to de-magic her so she could go home. Which meant she was stuck here. “Well, might as well make myself comfortable,” she muttered to herself, sitting down on the ground.

“You could always fuck Diane s’more,” Sherry grunted, thrusting wildly into the mink’s mouth.

“I think I’m done, thanks.”

“Suit yourself. But we’re gonna hafta work on your stamina, babe.”

“‘s not that I can’t keep going,” Tammy replied, just a bit indignant. Of course she was still good to go. It was obvious just by looking at her raging god damn boner. “It’s just that, uh, I don’t think Diane has any more room in her.”

“Oh, pfft, is that all? Don’t worry, she can take waaaay more’n this. Likes it, too, the fuckin’ slut.”

“Mnf!”

“Shut the fuck up, slut,” Sherry said, slapping Diane’s swollen belly for emphasis.

Tammy frowned. “Like I said, I think I’m good.”

“Again, suit yourself.”

“I’m gonna go crash on the couch until this wears off.” Sherry didn’t respond – now that it was abundantly clear that Tammy was done with the sex, she’d turned her full attention to fucking Diane’s face. “Right. Whatever.”

The layout of Diane’s house wasn’t exactly complicated. It was fairly open plan, but thankfully she was able to find a couch that was mostly secluded from the fucking.

“Are they done yet?”

“Oh.” Somehow, Tammy wasn’t surprised to see Lydia waiting for her. “You’re in on this shit, too, then?”

“I’ll take that as a ‘no, they aren’t done yet,’” Lydia said with a weary sigh.

“What the fuck even is this.”

“What does it look like?”

“I don’t know, that’s why I’m asking you.”

Lydia sighed again, this time a bit less weary and a bit more exasperated. “Drugs. It’s drugs. Some of the others are gonna try and sell you on this being some mystical magic mumbo-jumbo but they’re full of shit. It’s some powerful hallucinogen that, when you take it, puts you in a sort of shared waking lucid dream state and also increases your libido. Comes in the form of solid pills, incense sticks, and also just a liquid you can drink.”

“Okay.” Tammy moved into the living room proper and sat on a couch opposite to the one Lydia was sitting on. The mouse wrinkled her nose slightly, the same way she had during the earlier physical examination. “Shit. Sorry. Guess even if this isn’t real I probably still smell like cum.”

“Ah, to be clear, I can see you.” Lydia pointedly looked away from the much larger squirrel. “Think of it like an LSD flashback, sort of. Once you take the drug, you see how other people are effected by the drug.”

“... So then how do you know it’s not real?”

“Do you seriously need to ask that question? You take some pills or sniff some incense and then you see weird stuff happening. That sounds a hell of a lot more like drugs than magic to me.” She shrugged. “If someone who has never once been exposed to the drug were to ever walk in on me and be able to see whatever I’d done to myself, then it would maybe tip the scales in terms of it being magic. But ideally that’s never gonna happen. I don’t think the town could survive the scandal.”

“I guess that makes sense.” Tammy shuffled awkwardly in the sofa as the conversation dried up. “S-so, uh, if you can see whatever people do with the drug then what’s the point of taking more than one dose ever? Does it eventually run out?”

“You can’t actually enter the lucid state yourself without a fresh dose. Another pretty strong argument for it not being magic, as far as I’m concerned.”

“So you can see the, uh, magic shit, but you can’t do the magic shit without taking the drug.”

“Don’t call it magic.”

“It’s less syllables.”

“Ugh.” Lydia rolled her eyes. “Fine. Whatever. You’ve pretty much got the gist. You still share the hallucinations but you can’t participate in them without taking a fresh dose.”

“Okay. So what you’re getting at is that I should probably not let Sherry put her dick in me if I’ve not been drugged up recently.”

“Exactly. You would definitely die.”

“Lovely.”

“If it helps, Sherry’s not quite so far gone as to... you know. Go that far.” She shrugged again. “None of us are, I don’t think.”

“You don’t think.”

“Yeah.”

“Well, that’s good enough for me for now.”

“I want to make it entirely clear, though, that it’s still extremely fucked up that you’ve been dragged into this without, you know, asking you first.”

“Mnf. Yeah. Uh, yeah, I’m still not sure on that one.”

“Well, unfortunately you no longer have the luxury of choice. You’re stuck with having to be able to see all this. It’s up to you whether you participate in it, though.”

“Mm.” That right there was the burning question, wasn’t it. “I guess,” she said after a moment of thought, “I’ll just take things on a case by case basis.”

“Are you sure?”

“Well, I can’t exactly deny that I enjoyed myself a little bit. I figure that so long as I’m careful around Sherry and Penny then it’s fine so long as I have veto rights.” Tammy shrugged. “I’ll prolly make a more concrete decision after I sober up.”

“You’re drunk too?”

“A little,” she lied, earning her a stern glare from the doctor.

“How many drinks have you had.”

“Two.”

“Two what.”

“Two bottles of wine,” Tammy clarified sheepishly.

“That’s way too much, especially if you otherwise don’t drink a lot.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll try and be more careful in the future.”

“I’m serious. Binge drinking is really bad for you. It doesn’t just make you make bad decisions because you’re drunk, it increases your risk of liver or heart disease and it can lead to addiction.”

Well, Lydia was a doctor, Tammy supposed. It sounded almost more like she was reading out of a leaflet about the dangers of alcohol than actually speaking. “I’m pretty sure I’m not in danger of becoming an alcoholic from one small binge.”

“Well, that’s the thing about addiction,” Lydia replied tersely. “You don’t really even notice you’re addicted until it’s too late.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“This is potentially life ruining. I’m just looking out for you. Besides, you pretty clearly have an addictive personality.”

“You’ve met me twice, how do you know that for sure.”

“I know one when I see one.”

“That’s not great logic.”

“You’re a smoker.”

“I could quit if I wanted to.” Of course, even as Tammy said that, she immediately recognized it as literally exactly what an addict would say. “Look, tell you what. Once I finish my current pack, I won’t buy another for thirty days. If I can’t manage to make it then I’ll go to an addiction clinic or something, but if I can then you’ve gotta let me smoke as much as I want, assuming we ever see each other again. I’ll probably be back in NYC by the time the whole thing is over.”

“That’s fine. Just... make sure you’re careful, okay?”

“Okay,” Tammy replied with a shrug. She generally didn’t put too much thought into her personal health unless she was actively sick, but it probably couldn’t hurt. If only to actually prove to herself that she wasn’t addicted.

Once again, things became uncomfortably quiet. “S-so. Uh. Question.”

“Shoot.”

“This is gonna... go away, right?”

“Eventually, yeah.”

“How soon is eventually.”

“It varies depending on how much of the drug you took and how actively you’re using it but generally it doesn’t last more than eight hours.”

“... That’s a long time.”

“If you go to sleep with a hallucination going, you’ll definitely wake up normal.”

“Okay but what if I want to go home.”

“You’re just going to have to wait.”

“If it’s going to take most of the day to go away on its own could I not, like, undo it manually?”

“Well, you could hypothetically transform yourself back. But this is only your second time, right? It’s going to be difficult to do alone and even if you do manage it, I would still strongly recommend you stay put until you’re sure the drug and alcohol have run their course.”

“Shit. Guess I’m stuck here for who fucking knows how long, then.”

“Well,” Lydia said, opening her purse. “Since you’ve got plenty of time, how about we take this opportunity to get a little practice in?”

“Practice?”

“Practice.” She pulled out a small glass bottle filled with a bright red liquid. “Since you’ve got some in your system, it’s as good a time as any for a practical demonstration. If you’re up to it.”

“Oh.” Well, she supposed it was inevitable that things would go in this direction. Honestly, she was kinda surprised that Lydia hadn’t opened with the offer of sex, given recent trends. At least she was offering it instead of demanding it. “What if I say no?”

“Then I put the bottle away and let you get a nap in or something.”

“Okay, then yes.”

“Alright.” Lydia popped open the bottle and calmly downed its contents before putting the lid back on and slipping it back into her purse. “It’s kind of hard to put into words, which makes teaching how to do it problematic.” The mouse stood up off the couch, placing her purse on the ground and then moving to unbutton her shirt.

Tammy had pointedly not been looking too hard at what Lydia was wearing, lest she run the risk of looking too hard at other things about Lydia. But now that sex was explicitly on the table there wasn’t much point in being coy. Her casual outfit wasn’t really all that far removed from her work clothes. A white blouse and tight-fitting pants that blended in maybe a bit too well with her white fur, under which she wore a simple bra and panties. She didn’t put much effort or ceremony into it, simply removing and discarding each piece of clothing one at a time. Utilitarian. Not particularly sexy, though on the other hand it didn’t exactly need to be considering that her figure was doing all the heavy lifting.

Tammy had already been made brutally aware that Lydia’s ass was huge when they’d first met. But, now that there were no clothing in the way, it really hammered home just how gigantic it was, especially when compared to the rest of her figure. It was almost like that particular part of her body was supposed to be on a different person. Her upper half was slender and petite but then you got to the bottom of her midriff and fwoomph. Her hips were also not particularly wide and her thighs were not particularly thick, so basically all of her bodyfat was in her rear.

Earlier, when it had still been clothed, Tammy had estimated each cheek to be about head sized. With clothing off, she was absolutely certain that had been an underestimation. At least head-and-a-quarter, maybe even head and a half. Her panties might have been modest and utilitarian on Tammy, but the way they conformed to the contours of her butt, sinking in ever so slightly while also being stretched beyond what they were probably meant to take? And then she unceremoniously took them off, too, leaving her clad solely in a bra. Tammy’s erection hadn’t exactly gone down in the course of her casual conversation with Lydia, but she was definitely a hell of a lot more aware of its presence now that the mouse was mostly naked.

And she became even more aware of its presence when Lydia crawled into her lap. She manoeuvred herself around the shaft, wedging it in between her cheeks while she pressed her petite chest against the squirrel’s watermelons and wrapped her arms around Tammy’s shoulders, pulling their faces closer. God, she was so tiny. She had to get up onto her knees in order to even be face-to-face. It was really a testament to how huge her ass was that there was even enough there to adequately hotdog. She wrapped her tail around the shaft and pulled it even deeper into the cleft, which was far more deft than Tammy was aware that mouse tails could be.

Not that she was going to complain, especially not when Lydia began to squeeze and pump. It wasn’t quite as much stimulation as she got from being inside Diane, but honestly her dick didn’t seem to mind too much, given the way it throbbed and leaked. “Ah, f-fuck, gonna- gonna-”

“Not yet,” Lydia replied softly, practically whispering into the squirrel’s ear – though not quite, as she was too short to reach it. “I want you to cum inside me.”

“Are you insane?” Tammy grunted. “It’s bigger than your torso!”

“Oh, like that’s at all an obstacle,” Lydia shot back, playfully sticking her tongue out. “But fine, if it’s that big of a deal to you, then we can rectify the size difference.”

Tammy’s eyes narrowed. “How are we gonna rectify the size difference?”

“How do you think?”

“I have some guesses, but I want to hear it from your mouth.”

“I’m gonna get bigger. Duh.”

“Yeah, I thought so.” She probably didn’t need to say it. Tammy wasn’t stupid, she could intuit what Lydia was planning just from the context of the situation. It was either that or making Tammy smaller – and, somehow, the squirrel felt like that wasn’t an option on the table. At least not with Lydia.

In a weird sort of way, Lydia’s growth was more visceral than Tammy’s own. When she’d gotten bigger it had just sort of happened and she’d not even really noticed it until it was mostly done. And so, in a weird way, having it happen to someone else made it stand out more. Especially considering how close Lydia was to her. She could feel the mouse getting heavier, feel their fur rubbing against each other as her body stretched bigger and bigger, feel her mouse ass covering more and more of her cock, hear the creaking and groaning of her bra as her body got significantly bigger than it was ever meant to contain. And that was without any change to the size of her tits, either; her proportions, from what Tammy could see, had remained mostly the same. Maybe her butt was bigger. Tammy didn’t know. Tammy didn’t care. Most of her focus was on how much more space Lydia was taking up. Pressing more firmly against her tits and dick alike.

Eventually, Lydia reached roughly the same height as Tammy. Or at least around there. It was kind of hard to estimate given that Lydia was, in fact, still firmly sitting in her lap. What was clear, however, was that this couch was definitely not built for two seven and a half foot tall women to be sitting in it. Lydia’s bra wasn’t the only thing that was creaking and groaning, it turned out. “Uh... are you sure this is okay? What if we break something?”

“This isn’t real, remember? The couch will be fine.”

“What about your bra?”

“So long as I don’t physically tear it off, it’ll be fine.”

“Right. Uh. S-so, you said something about cumming inside you?”

“Eventually, yeah.”

“Eventually?”

“Well, like you said, your dick is still almost as big as my entire torso.”

“Oh.” Sure enough, Tammy could once again feel Lydia getting heavier on her lap, her shaft being covered by more and more mouse ass.

“I tend to get a bit carried away when it comes to this particular subject matter. So, uh, sorry in advance if this turns out to be a bit much for you.” Lydia licked her lips as she loomed over the suddenly noticeably smaller squirrel. “Since this is technically supposed to be practice, your goal is to keep your dick big enough that I can notice it.”

“Okay cool how do I do that though.”

“You just do. Stop thinking so hard about it.”

“That’s easy to say.”

“You’ve got a point, I suppose. Okay, new plan. Fuck practice, let’s just have some fun and see where things go from there. I can probably help you keep up well enough.”

“Oh, so I’m gonna be getting bigger too?”

“Well, yeah, it’s no fun if the other person gets too small to notice. At that point you might as well just be masturbating.”

“That makes sense,” Tammy replied, taking pointed notice of the fact that Lydia hadn’t actually stopped growing.

“Of course, I’m still gonna be the biggest~” There was a loud snapping noise as Lydia’s torso finally became too much for her bra to take. Her breasts weren’t really much to write home about, even with her bra gone. Physically they were huge but not as big as Tammy’s, even factoring in the fact that Lydia was at least two heads taller than the squirrel. The couch, likewise, was making its objections known right up until Lydia removed herself from it.

God, she was fucking huge. She had to duck noticeably to be able to stand up. And Diane’s ceilings weren’t exactly low, either. And she was ducking more and more as she kept growing. “Gonna hafta move quickly,” she said, awkwardly turning herself around in the limited available space. “Or else I’m going to get too big to move.”

“Don’t break anything!” Diane shouted from the kitchen. Presumably at some point Sherry had switched holes.

“There’s nothing to break!” Lydia shouted back.

“If I have to get any furniture replaced again, I’m making you pay for it!” The mink hollered, clearly not as convinced that none of this was real as Lydia was. And, given the again, she might have a point. “From now on, if you want to do sizeplay, don’t do it in my family room!”

“Ignore her,” Lydia said to Tammy. “I’m gonna sit on you now, okay?”

“Wait hold on-” was all Tammy managed before Lydia did exactly that. Pretty much all of her lower body was immediately subsumed by an ass big enough to take up the entire damn couch – and be a tight fit at that. It was definitely big enough that it effortlessly consumed her entire cock. Although some of that might have to do with the fact that it had gone inside. Once again, she wasn’t experienced enough to immediately tell exactly which hole she’d gone into. But, much like she was pretty sure that she’d put it into Diane’s pussy, she was pretty sure this was the other hole. In spite of Lydia being so much bigger than Diane, somehow it felt tighter. Less welcoming. Like things weren’t supposed to go in there. It also wasn’t wet aside from Tammy’s own fluids. Which, like, thank fucking god for that. If it were wet in there she’d probably demand they stop immediately.

“Sorry about jumping right to anal, by the way,” Lydia said as her ass slowly consumed more and more of Tammy’s torso. “I’m a bit of a butt-slut.”

“I hadn’t noticed,” Tammy said, craning her face upwards to avoid being smothered by ass – a battle she was inevitably going to lose.

And yet, somehow, if anything Lydia was getting tighter. Which made sense – the mouse had made it clear that Tammy’s dick was gonna be growing. Balls too, as evidenced by the way they increasingly insistently pressed against her thighs. “Take a deep breath, I’m going all out.”

“H-hey, wait! Hold o-” And once again it was too late. To be honest, if she was going to cut this short she should have done it earlier. Even if they had decided on a safeword, there was absolutely no chance she was going to get one out now, with her face firmly buried in ass. The best she could manage was muffled noises. It was distressingly hard to think. Hard to do just about anything. Hard to breathe. And Lydia was only getting heavier even as Tammy felt her vision slowly fade to black.