Drinking Your Troubles Away 1

Aria stumbled home drunk, fishing for the keys to her apartment and eventually pulling out something to shove in the doorknob and get her apartment open. It had been a long night. She had a busy night of being -seen- at the club, lots of guys to string along, and at least a couple dinners and presents to collect from various flirty hopefuls.

Plus, all the drinks were free, so she kinda had to.

It just meant dragging herself home at 3 am, finally getting inside and knocking over what looked like... some kind of cosplay anime dagger [she was way too drunk for the word 'athame']. Her roomie was probably asleep. Or woken up by the clatter. Didn't really matter either way. She just needed to stumble into the kitchen, get a snack, then sleeeeeeep.

Her roommate Nick was not, in fact, asleep. Wizardry was a competitive world, and one needed all the edges they could to make it, no matter how much midnight oil there was to burn. Aria's own presence was typically... unhelpful.

He knew that it was very likely she chose him to move in with because his taste in girls was... non- standard. Certainly not her standard; conventionally beautiful, perfectly shaped, unobtainable enough that most guys just wanted her for the wanting of her, if nothing else. The rat, at least, wouldn't bother her too much.

And that would be fine, of course, if she did the dishes, or cleaned up, or hung her laundry in one specific location instead of literally anyplace she wanted. With weary eyes, he opened the door quietly, and... was she taking one of his beers again? One he was -actively in the process of drinking-, lying open, on the counter, with his coaster under it?!

That was it.

That was the last straw. All those other straws? Penultimate at best. This was well and truly the final, final, FINAL straw. He grit his teeth, flipped to the bookmarked portion of one of his many dog-eared journals, and cast, high emotion fueling him to put his all into it.

Nick wasn't a well-practiced mage. Not yet, anyway. But he was, unfortunately, a powerful one. He withdrew a six-pack from his mini-fridge as the lights of the entire apartment complex flickered ominously, and poured a curse into its aluminium and beer. Sharing food was one of the oldest, most well-protected rituals around... and so breaking that gesture of hospitality only made the power of magic stronger by that breaking of taboo. Wroth was poured into the liquid... and whoever was so unfortunate to take a sip without permission would be cursed.

As for the curse... it was something that not every person might find accursed. Nick intended it that way. He would make his roommate into less of what she wanted to be and more of what -he- wanted her to be. Every sip would make her more masculine, draining her vaunted, manipulative looks and bringing her closer to his ideal.

And Nick did have a terribly specific ideal...

He walked out into the kitchen, pressing the six-pack onto the kitchen island before taking a seat on one of the stools. "Hey... home late? Clanking around?" The new pack practically glistened with condensation and temptation.

"Clanking?" Aria slurred obliviously, mind not really up to parse the turn of phrase at the moment. She had just about enough coherence to eat a burrito, and then, body fortified with beans and corn, decide she had earned another beer. The open beer on the counter was kind of gross and flat, though, so when she turned around to look for the source of the voice she didn't really hesitate when she saw an ice cold six pack set out for her.

She poured out the beer she was drinking and opened a fresh one, chugging half the can in a moment.

It was... extremely frothy. Really good actually. She had been dead certain that her taste buds were unconscious, but it was still tasty somehow. She held up a finger for her conversation partner to pause [as though she'd contributed anything so far] and chugged the rest of the can.

"Damn, thish is really good..." she said, reaching for a second can... before passing out, smacking her chin against the island, and flopping down onto the floor, unconscious.

Nick looked down. Oh fuck. This went beyond pranks and hexes and vengeance, this was actually not good. If she was dead the cops were gonna come, take one look at the industrial-grade super curse on the can she just drank from, and...

He got down to the floor, nice and close to her gross alcohol breath, and felt for a pulse and breathing. She seemed normal in that regard... a quick detection spell didn't show up any broken bones or major injuries, either, so the rat just sighed. He reached out, clumsily swaddling her body with telekinetic power, and moved her ponderously over to the couch.

Of course, all the while, the curse was doing its thing. Muscles thickening, testosterone rising, and as for what was happening between her legs...

Well, it was uncomfortable, that was for sure! When Aria woke up the next morning, it was with two obnoxious throbbings going on. Her head was killing her, as usual, but for some reason her crotch felt just as unpleasantly tight. It was like something was pushing her up as she was lying on her stomach, but not effectively, just uncomfortably.

It was just slightly enough to make the fox girl roll over out of the couch and actually wake up.

Opening her eyes was an immediate bad idea. The lights were off but dawn had risen, and the living room was clear; prompting Aria to just stumble her way towards the kitchen with her eyes closed, basically feeling her way around.

Nick was nowhere to be found, already trying to pack and look for countercurses in case the worst happened, but Aria's only concern was getting something in her stomach.

When her hands found their way to the kitchen island and felt the telltale shape of a beer can, she settled on the hair of the dog that bit her, popping the top and chugging the can before trying again to open her eyes.

Weirdly the throbbing in her head was -entirely- gone. Getting drunk again usually wasn't -that- effective.

Even more weirdly the throbbing in her groin felt a lot worse.

Unfortunately, her curse was a little... open-ended... now that it had been triggered. It wasn't just the first can, any alcohol she took without permission would trigger her problems anew. Given that Nick had not, in fact, bothered to formally pass on the rest of the six pack... or his stash...

It really was strange how good that hair of the dog was working, and a particularly hearty belch seemed to rattle the already-empty cans sitting on the kitchen island. Not bad! That chest did feel... broader, though... stronger, deeper...

In fact, there was a kind of sturdy vitality to her entire body. A power, a drive. She hadn't been doing much more than stringing people along last night though, right? So... why the throbbing? And why did drinking make it feel worse? It seemed like a devil's bargain, though - maybe she could just drink enough to get the hangover dealt with, then look for some cream or whatever in the bathroom. One problem at a time.

Wait, was she taller? Or was it just the low light? Wasn't her eartips exactly level with the top of the refrigerator, before?

She stared at the top of the fridge, trying to figure it out. Step one was definitely the throbbing, it was too distracting.

She looked down. Something was -swollen- at the bottom of her stomach. She managed to pull her pants down and it sprang up, something red and throbbing. Did she have a hernia? An... embolism or whatever it was called? She touched it as delicately as she could...

And instantly saw stars.

It felt good. It felt SO good. Was it her clit? Aria felt for her groin, and found her pussy and clit intact under whatever the new thing was. It didn't feel -nearly- as good. She rubbed her new growth a little bit, enjoying how amazing it felt, before her knees buckled and she -moaned- a few drops of white appearing at its tip.

She knew those sounds. And that sight.

She had grown a -cock- somehow.

An insultingly TINY one!

Aria grabbed another can, chugging a beer to drown her shame.

Her roomie didn't reappear until the final can was crushed into a flat disc between her palms, each subsequent chug making that shaft spear higher and higher into the air. Throbbing with need, oozing with pre... and all the while, her body grew bigger and stronger. Nick did a double take as he entered the room, wondering for half a moment if Aria had a brother who looked just like her.

But of course, it was just her. Drinking his beer. AGAIN. He felt some silent relief in seeing that she was up and about like any other day, and decided to turn up the snark instead of playing nursemaid to his big clumsy roommate who couldn't handle her... his beer. He pushed a shopping bag full of countercharm material and a bottle of liquor to replace the beers he had nobly sacrificed to teach her a lesson to the side, leaning over the table with a smug grin.

"Oh, did we learn a lesson? Such a shame, you won't be going out to the club to get freebies from idiot guys when you look just like those idiot guys any more, will you?" he tutted... indeed, while she still carried a lot of feminine characteristics, she was beginning to look a lot like a male model in terms of build, that aesthetic blend of ripped and built up that didn't quite scream barbarian warlord just yet. That dick, still throbbing heartily, was enjoyably large, too - enough to really wrap a hand around. Maybe two.

"Lesson?" Once Aria had finished her shame beer and noticed her cock get bigger from it, she decided that the only logical course of action was to finish the six pack. As a result, she had... finished her six pack. A defined muscle belly stretching up and up. The fox girl had amused herself by cockslapping herself a couple times... really enjoy the HEFT behind her new footlong schlong [and accompanying apple-sized balls once they dropped properly.]

She considered her roomie's strange words. Did she look unappealing now? Her tits had actually shrunk quite a bit, sacrificed to her expanding pecs, but at worse she had gone from a mega-hot woman to a mega-hot extremely androgynous person. Whether she looked like a fitness model boy or girl was probably down to how she dressed.

"Nah I think this works! I play my cards right I could probably get any gender -or- sexuality now. Really opens up the options," Aria said brightly... before -finally- parsing the other half of the statement. "Wait, did you do this? Haha! Oh man, did you finally invent, like, a 'potion of chad' that looks like beer and then get it all drunk -by your girl roommate-? That's gotta be a new low! Sorry if all this cock was supposed to be on you, wizard boy, but you have to admit, I wear it way better."

He was partway through putting his supplies away, but with a bottle of whiskey in his furless hands, he stopped in front of her as she snickered at him. "Potion of chad? No, I... this was meant to be, like... a lesson! You were meant to drink it, go "oh woe is me, I shouldn't have fucked with my extremely sweet and caring roommate who made sure I didn't have a concussion", then ask me to put it back, which I would have done if you had promised to clean up more. Or something."

The rat folded his arms. She wasn't entirely wrong, though, she probably could play any cards she wanted right now, which was... irritating. She was supposed to take a message from this! He grit his sharp teeth, then looked down at his own dick, nicely hyper-sized because honestly that had been his first priority when learning magic.

"Uh, I'm good on size, chief. Any bigger and I'd blow my own back out. In any case, that curse is still gonna be active, so you're gonna have to ask me any time you want to have a little tipple unless you want to look like the world's strongest man. That'd limit the cards you can play somewhat, no?"

Aria answered in the form of grabbing the whiskey out of Nick's hands and chugging straight from the bottle. It still burned on the way down, still tasted delicious, but actually getting -drunk- was either no longer possible for her or just much harder as the alcohol turned its way into magic on the way down.

A -lot- of alcohol. Many times more than was found in mere beer. Aria had expected to drink straight from the bottle until her dick was big enough to intimidate the rat -anyway-, but instead found to her delight that different alcohols were affecting her slightly differently.

"Oh, hey, check that out. Magic before beer, delight the queer. Magic before liquor, never thicker~" Aria teased, flexing her now severely pumped muscles and showing off a bicep that had to be at least twenty inches before grabbing the rat and pulling him close to her arms to show off.

A little too close, she 'accidentally' shoved him into her pits.

Clearly she couldn't mind the strongest man look -that- much.

"But hey, I can do that for ya, favor for a favor. Oh woe is me, I should have properly established dominance with my extremely wimpy and nerdy roommate who pulls magical bullshit on drunk people.

...Thank you for the concussion check, though."

There was a definite thud of his dick against her rock-hard thigh as she smothered him face-deep in her pit, his tail flailing behind him as he dangled from her arms. "Favour for a favour?! I'll have you know I was categorized as a potential war crime when they came around to magical power-testing, Aria, now lemme... gooooo!" He wiggled, making very little purchase against her arms. Strong as he was magically, unless he was going to suddenly pack on thirty-inch biceps of his own, he wasn't going anywhere anytime fast.

"What do you mean establish dominance?" he huffed, trying not to get a lungful of his foxy roommate's pits as she effortlessly held him pinned.

"See, the fact that you ask that while huffing my pits just lets me know how absolutely shameful it is I haven't already done it. So lemme be clear, magic mouse~ I'm the hot one, the tough one, the charming one, and hell probably the smart one if I ever get bored enough. You've done a great job with this little 'curse' and I appreciate it! It'll earn you a nice bonus and some time off from your full time job as my servant."

Aria let the rat out of her pits, letting him stagger off a couple steps before teasingly catching the tip of his tail in her abs, the inward flex of her stomach even as she stood straight and casual enough to leash him to her.

"So do ya wanna be the first to suck this cock, or do you want to take your day off -today-. I know not everybody can mentally adjust to the new boss in town as fast as I do." Truth be told, Aria wouldn't mind if she -did- chase Nick off for today. She had a lot of new biology to experiment with and a lot of magic she had previously written off to study.

And on the other hand, blowjob. Win win.

The rat was truly caught in a conundrum, here. He felt his spine jolt as his tail was caught in a simple ab-flex, nearly sending him ass-over-teakettle but for Aria's tremendous core strength, but that wasn't what the real issue was.

No, the real issue was that he was getting strangely into it. The wizard's idea of a male paragon was... perhaps too skewed for safe cursing, he was into huge, hung, beefy guys, and part of that idealization was... power. Just outright stating he was now her full-time servant? Rude. Also, hot. He considered complaining. A part of him really wanted to, and a part of him started to.

"I could... just... give..." Give you permission to drink whatever you want, he thought. Then she'd be asshe was, forever, unless she decided to spend years learning magic the hard way... Wait. No.

She could just get some other guy to do it. Then he wouldn't be special, or the first, or maybe even in the running for her favourite fucktoy-

"Okay," he exhaled, taking her hand and leading her towards his bedroom. Being the first seemed to be the winning answer, and there were also plenty of things to drink and books to read in there, too... but he turned around, getting a full-body bump as she plowed into him. "Erk! Just don't call me a mouse again! They're antisocial!"

"Aww, but I like the alliteration~" Aria teased as she flopped down on the rat's bed... and heard the frame creak ominously, causing the fox to adjust her position to account for how much more she weighed now. "A wizard weasel. A magic mouse."

Aria curled her tail around, wrapping the massive, fluffy appendage around Nick's waist... and hoisting him briefly into the air, pulling him onto the bed. "A fantasy fox."

"Anyway, since I'm kind of new to this whole 'cock having' business, I'm going to let you take the lead while I take notes! Get to it, oh rat of rites~" Aria was teasing him. Constantly. Heavily. By picking up one of his spellbooks and turning it open, making a show of pretending to nerd out over the contents. And also lying slightly. She may not have been familiar with -having- a cock, but she'd definitely given her share of blowjobs.

Nick didn't know she could do that. Could tails get buff? Could they not and she was doing it anyway? Concerning. The spellbook was an intermediate tome, mostly on the subject of transmutation and transposition, and was not a particularly digestible read to the novice practitioner. He looked up, recognized the cover, and shook his head.

"Yes, uh... Aria." She felt him exhale heavily on the still-throbbing, still pre-lubed, still nicely-foot-long shaft... it certainly felt gratifying to have someone else put their attentions on it. She saw his tail rise a little as she covered his body from sight with the spellbook, only his back end poking out as his hands latched on to her right hip and the base of her cock, respectively. His mouth slid over the tip as he carefully negotiated his mouth over her dick, tongue wrapping around the thick, cum-delivering underside...

Perhaps more interestingly, she saw that the little stash he had tucked away for his booze was in the open. Well, not entirely in the open, it was half-kicked under a cabinet... but that there was an empty glass sitting out seemed to indicate that there was at least some stress regarding her condition the night before.

How sweet. Totally unnecessary, but sweet.

"It's mistresSSSSSSS," Aria cut herself off in a hiss! She came almost on the spot. She really wasn't used to having a cock. That or Nick was a blowjob god. Or her playing with herself all morning and not actually cumming since eight inches ago was backfiring on her. Or somebody being concerned for her safety and actually indulging her bossiness was unreasonably hot for her.

There may have been a lot of reasons.

But none of them were good enough for Aria to let herself be a one pump chump. She grabbed for the liquor stash, pulling out a bottle of vodka and taking a quick swig, hardening back to full immediately before she could even get more than a quarter soft.

Of course, a few tablespoons of salty cum meant there was no denying what happened, but Aria intended to land on her feet. "Hope you don't mind a little pre~" she lied, rapidly testing swigs of different alcohols to see if she could find one that would 'thicken' her up enough to sell the bluff.

"Mi-mmmmgh!" If there was an end to that statement, it was lost as the rat gulped down a heavy, hearty cumshot. It sure didn't feel or taste like pre, but the fox wasn't stopping by any measure... so, the rat just shook his head and went back down her newer, thicker length.

Nick half considered telling her to drink those just so that he'd be spared an even bigger mistress... but put the thought out of mind. If it was really a problem, he could stop later. Right? Right.

His snout bumped into her hips, where he took a deep breath of that sex-scented haze, and shuddered a little. All of a sudden, something tasted... good... it was probably the peppermint liqueur. It didn't make her smell like peppermint, no, but the rat seemed to think it was even better. She cracked open the half-drunk bottle of absinthe, and looked daze for a moment but didn't change that Nick could tell. It was only when she took a sip of everyone's favourite vile party liquid, sambuca, that she got what she was looking for.

The rat's jaws were already beginning to stretch when she had gulped down that liqueur, and when she looked down to witness her now cum-thick pre being choked down the rat's gullet? The poor dear was struggling.

She couldn't help but make him struggle more.

Aria's search looked a little different from her own perspective. Schnapps didn't seem to do -anything-... although Nick did get a little more enthusiastic afterwards while absinthe gave her a flash of insight, and she actually -understood- the page she had been reading. Although whether she had gotten a vision or was actually getting smarter was something to test later.

When sambuca turned out to be the correct answer, it was quite an unfortunate revelation.

Aria -loved- licorice.

AND all alcohol tasted extra good to her magically altered palette.

As a result, she downed the bottle, and started making plans to replace her daily water consumption with more.

Aria finally turned her attention to the sex, ready to grab Nick's ears and give him a punishing facefucking... only to see the rat already choking. Was she... drowning him with her cock?

...damnit, that shouldn't have been as hot as it was.

"Hey if you think you're actually gonna die, grab my nipples, alright?" Aria offered a mercy before proceeding as planned, hands grabbing rodent neck and holding it steady as she -thrust- guiding inches of shmeat down it.

The rat looked up at her, squinting a little as he tried to catch her eye from under pec-shelf and remaining tits. Actually going to die? What the hell did she mean by-

As she pounded into his neck, eyes going wild, she could feel him tense around her. In fact, with his hands currently holding onto her waist [and mashed his face against a few too many abs to count. Was it eight? Twelve?] she half wondered whether he would actually be able to grab at her nipples if it came to it.

Ah, who was she kidding? He was a clever boy. He'd figure something out. A truly irresponsible load of cum surged into the rat, stray breaths caught only in those few precious moments between Aria's withdrawing and reinsertion, his body squirming and tensing and struggling belying the fact that his cock was harder than ever and currently seeping another irresponsible load of pre into his own bed. His roomie wasn't far off becoming room-sized and he was, surprisingly, not opposed to the fact.

Aria was much prouder of her third male orgasm, "Oh YEAH bitch, now you can really taste it~" shemoaned as she crested, firing a gallon of tar into her pet, tongue lolling out as she humped his face, feeling amazing every millisecond of the process...

Until she heard a gurgle, and the tension of the jaw she had been enjoying went slack."Uhh, Nick?" she asked, looking down in alarm, seeing the rat actually had passed out, asphyxiating on her cum. "Oh shit oh shit oh shit..." she clambered to grab other spellbooks, looking for something to help while she chugged the remaining absinthe in case that helped. Fortunately she didn't have to look long, discovering a basic 'move object' spell and trying to cast that to drain the cum from her rat toy's -lungs-.

Fortunately it worked, and Nick let out a staggering breath.

"Yeah, I've got some research to do..." Aria told herself as she picked Nick up, tucking him into his bed in a mirror of what he did for her earlier. Well, she didn't levitate him, he was just almost weightless to her new muscles. Also his bed would have been much nicer than the couch if it wasn't for all the cum. So it wasn't exactly the same... but she put him to bed and did the one thing he wanted in the first place.

She got to work.