ATR Note: The following text is Chapter 4 of One in a Million by Rhea Listic. In the story, Jack’s girlfriend Sarah, who works as a nurse, has begun to take a medication called Equilibrex, which is designed to relieve her stress – but rare side effects are giving her memory lapses and making her extremely suggestible. Jack and his secret side-piece Mia are conspiring to take advantage of her new state to transform her into their sexy toy.
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One in a Million, Chapter 4 – Sarah the Improved
Sarah came home from work in her baggy scrubs. I was sprawled on the couch, controller glued to my hands. The new double-strength Equilibrex bottle sat front and center on the kitchen counter like a shiny middle finger to her old uptight self.
The shower kicked on a second later. Fifteen minutes later she emerged, towel wrapped around her like a titty-burrito.
“God, those scrubs have to be miserable, huh?” I called out casually from the couch, voice light and helpful, like I was just making conversation. “Hot and baggy. Trapping all that sweat and stress. No wonder you come home wrecked. You deserve to feel comfortable when you’re off the clock, babe. Something lighter. Tighter. Let your skin breathe.”
She paused mid-shuffle, towel clutched. She tilted her head, brow doing that tiny confused furrow like a NPC processing new dialogue. “Yeah… I guess they do get pretty stuffy” she murmured, almost to herself. “I never really thought about it like that.”
She disappeared into the bedroom. I waited. I could hear the rustle of drawers, fabric sliding, and my mind was already racing ahead. When she came back out she was in a plain black tank top and gray yoga pants. Not exactly Mia-level slutwear, but a solid starter upgrade. Not perfect, but progress.
“Way better” I said, keeping my voice chill. “You look relaxed already. Good call.”
She smoothed the tank top down over her stomach with one hand, reacting to it a little by agreeing as she padded toward the kitchen. “This does feel better” she said. “Less restrictive.”
We ate dinner at the table like a normal couple. No charred disaster this time, but nothing gourmet either. Just edible mediocrity. She yawned big as she finished rinsing the last dish and reached for the bottle on the counter without me prompting. Popped one out, swallowed it dry. She crashed straight to bed, lights out, gone in under five minutes like someone flipped her off switch.
I grabbed my phone as soon as her breathing settled into that deep, oblivious rhythm and shot a text to Mia. Twenty minutes later Mia let herself in, hips swaying in a tight black crop top that barely contained her pierced tits and a short leather skirt that rode high.
The second she stepped into the bedroom doorway and saw Sarah sprawled there in the tank and yoga pants, Mia’s face split wide open into laughter.
“Oh my god, Jake” she cackled, pointing at the snoozing nurse. “Did you dress her for yoga? She looks like a basic bitch who just discovered Lululemon.”
She immediately started rifling through Sarah’s closet with her sad collection of modest
blouses and baggy pants. She dug deeper into the back and finally pulled out some things.
“Okay, this could work” She held up the lower-cut white top and tiny black shorts. “But seriously, we are upgrading this entire closet. Something light, something that shows off those fat tits like they deserve. We’ll get her in real slutwear soon. Tiny skirts, no bra.”
she said, already peeling off her own top. “She’s got the body of a porn star and she’s dressing like she shops at the church thrift store.”
Mia crawled onto the bed first, straddling one of Sarah’s thighs like it was furniture. She peeled Sarah’s pajama top up too, just enough to expose both massive tits completely. They spilled out and settled with a soft jiggle. Mia moaned at the sight and leaned down, sucking one nipple into her mouth.
“God, look at her just lying there like a perfect cumdump” she panted, laughing
She was ecstatic, groping both tits now, lifting them, slapping them lightly so they bounced and slapped together. Mia’s leather skirt rode up as she ground her wet pussy against Sarah’s thigh. She laughed again and buried her face between them, motorboating the soft flesh while her hands squeezed and pinched.
“We’re gonna make this pathetic titcow walk around the apartment with them out, bouncing for us every time she fetches us drinks.”
Mia peeled her leather skirt off next, tossing it aside. “Come on, fuck me right here. Her tits make the perfect mattress.
I lined up and slammed into Mia’s tight, cunt and started fucking her hard, using the angle so every thrust made Sarah’s massive tits bounce and wobble underneath us.
“Harder” Mia demanded, grinding her clit against Sarah’s thigh faster.
I obliged, hips snapping forward with brutal force. Every thrust lifted Mia slightly and slammed her back down onto Sarah’s soft chest. Sarah’s tits compressed under us.
Mia was losing it, riding my cock and Sarah’s thigh in frantic circles. “Fuck her worthless tits with your cock later” Mia panted between moans, “but right now paint this pill-popping cumdump’s face. Right on those pretty lips she never uses on you because she’s too much of a stuck-up bitch.”
I pulled out at the last second. Mia aimed my cock right at Sarah’s sleeping face. I came hard. Thick ropes of cum splashing across Sarah’s cheek, her mouth, one heavy spurt landing directly on her lower lip and slowly dripping down her chin like the world’s most expensive lip gloss for a worthless whore. Mia laughed breathlessly and smeared it around with two fingers, pushing a little between Sarah’s parted lip so she’d taste it in her sleep.
“Rub it in good, Titcow,” she murmured mockingly, even though Sarah couldn’t hear her. “Jake’s special face cream. All natural, all for you.”
We left her lying there exactly like that; tits out, face glazed with cum, breathing slow and peaceful and spent the next hour like teenagers who just discovered porn. Laughing, groping Sarah’s tits while she slept through everything, taking pictures, brainstorming. Best night in months.
Comedy fucking gold.
Sarah rubbed her eyes and headed toward the kitchen on autopilot, probably about to make her deep-sea-coffee or some shit. She didn’t even seem to notice the sticky sheen on her skin. I let her get halfway there before I spoke up, like I was reminding her of something obvious she’d already agreed to.
“Clothes are already laid out for you on the dresser, babe.”
A couple minutes later she came back out wearing exactly what Mia had picked: the lower-cut white camisole that barely contained those massive tits and the short black sleep shorts that rode high on her thighs, hugging her ass.
The top dipped low in front, the thin fabric stretched tight over her huge chest, nipples faintly visible through the material. The shorts left most of her legs bare, the hem barely covering the bottom curve of her ass cheeks. She looked ridiculous, but Sarah just gave the hem a little tug and nodded to herself.
“These are actually pretty comfortable” she said.
“I let out a low whistle. “Damn, Sarah. Those fat tits look fucking incredible in that top.”
She froze mid-step like she’d taken critical damage. “Jake… that’s really crude. Don’t talk about me like that.”
I dropped the controller. “Shit… I’m sorry. I was just trying to make you feel good. Compliment you the way you deserve. I feel like an asshole now. You work so hard and I can’t even tell you how hot those fat udders look without you acting like a stuck-up prude. God, I’m the worst.”
She shifted uncomfortably, still fighting the words even as the Equilibrex frying her head.
“There’s no reason to feel bad. I didn’t mean to make you feel like that. You were just… trying to be nice. I know that. But you could just… call me pretty instead. That would be nice. You don’t have to use those other words.”
“Pretty?” I repeated, like the word tasted weird. “Come on, babe. You’re being rude.Those words mean the same thing. I told you how incredible those fat tits look and you act like I insulted you. You’re a nurse, right? You’re supposed to make people feel better, not shut them down. Especially when they’re just trying to make you feel good about yourself.”
She blinked slowly, the old prude brain flickering for a split second.
“You spend all day at the hospital making patients feel cared for, right?” I ranted on. “Why can’t I do the same for me? Every time you snap at me for being nice it makes me feel like shit for no reason. Like I’m the bad guy for pointing out how ridiculous those overstuffed milkbags look bouncing around. Good nurses don’t make people feel bad for being honest. Good sluts say thank you when someone points out how fuckable they look.”
Sarah nodded slowly. “I understand. I don’t want to be rude or selfish. I’m sorry. Thank you for the compliment.”
“Good. Glad we’re cool. No more shutting people down for noticing what a cumdump you look like. Makes everyone feel bad for no reason, right?”
She nodded again, that warm, distant smile settling in as she headed toward the kitchen like the suggestion had already sunk in deep. “Right… I’ll remember that.”
Mia showed up around noon, letting herself in like she already lived here. The second she stepped into the living room and caught sight of Sarah prancing around in the skimpy white top and those ass-cheek black sleep shorts we’d laid out for her the night before, she let out a loud laugh.
Sarah froze mid-step, halfway between the kitchen and the couch. Her eyes went wide with genuine startled confusion trying to process the stranger who’d just walked in like she owned the place.
“Uh… who is this?” Sarah asked, voice quiet and hesitant, one hand instinctively tugging at the hem of her shorts like the old Sarah might have done. But the tug was half-hearted. She stood there blinking stupidly, eyes flicking between me and Mia, waiting for an explanation.
I didn’t even look up from my phone at first, keeping it casual as hell, like this was the most normal thing in the world. “Oh yeah, babe, I forgot to mention my friend Mia was coming over today. She’s been stressed as fuck lately, so I told her to swing by. You’re always saying how important it is to help people when they’re having a rough time. Nurse instincts, right?”
Sarah’s face softened instantly, her shoulders relaxed, and that warm, fuzzy little smile crept onto her lips like it always did when she felt useful. “Oh… yeah. Of course. I’m sorry. You’re stressed, Mia? I could give you a back rub if that would help. I do them all the time for Jake.”
Mia stretched lazily on the couch, letting her crop top ride up to show the underside of her tits. “You ever rubbed a clit instead of a back? Bet those nurse fingers would feel amazing there too. My pussy’s been aching from the stress, tight and tense as fuck. A good rub there would fix me right up. You’re a nurse, right? You help with all kinds of aches. This is just… practical.”
Sarah’s face hardened into that familiar offended expression. The one the old she used to wear when I suggested anything remotely fun in bed. She tugged at her top to cover more of her cleavage, her massive tits heaving with the motion.
“No. Absolutely not. I offered a back rub because that’s helpful and normal. Not… not that. You’re being crude, and it’s making me uncomfortable. I think you should leave.”
I finally set my phone down, sitting up straight and giving Sarah my best calm, reasonable boyfriend look, the one that always worked now because the pills made her trust it. I kept my voice smooth, like I was explaining something obvious.
“It was a joke. Don’t get all worked up over nothing. Mia’s here, she’s stressed, and you’re making it weird by acting all offended. That’s not very nice, is it? Especially after you offered the back rub like you actually wanted to help.”
Sarah turned to me, eyes wide with that mix of confusion and lingering insult. “Jake, she just asked me to rub her… her clit. I was trying to be nice, but that’s crossing a line.”
Mia played along perfectly, grinning wide and shrugging like it was all in good fun. “Yeah, yeah, just busting your balls, well, your tits, I guess. Lighten up, Titcow. I mean, damn. Jake told me you were this sweet, helpful nurse type who’s always putting others first. But the second I tease a little, you go full bitchmode and tell me to leave? Kinda makes me feel unwelcome.”
The insult “Titcow” landed but didn’t fully stick yet; it was like the pills buffered it, turning it into something she had to think about instead of rejecting outright.
Her face flushed deeper, eyes darting between us like she was trying to find solid ground. “I… I didn’t mean to be rude. It just caught me off guard. I’m sorry, Mia. I didn’t mean to make you feel unwelcome.” She looked genuinely remorseful. “Im a nurse. I should be better at reading the room. Please don’t be mad.”
Mia clapped. “Aww, you’re the sweetest little titcow. Now how about you help by making us some lunch while Jake and I catch up? Be useful, yeah?”
Sarah scurried to the kitchen and a few minutes later she carried two plates over. She set them down on the coffee table in front of us, but before she could lower herself onto the couch Mia kicked her thigh-high boots up onto the cushions. Sarah hovered there for a second, clearly expecting to sit down.
“Since you’re suddenly so eager to be useful for once, Titcow, I’ve got the perfect little project for you.” Mia said “I’m doing a charity run this week, collecting clothes for the poor. Isn’t that nice of me? Helping all those unfortunate losers who actually need decent stuff instead of hoarding it like some selfish prude.”
Sarah’s face lit up instantly “That’s… that’s wonderful of you, Mia. Really.”
I jumped right in. “Yeah, babe. Mia’s being really generous with her time. You want to help the poor too, don’t you? Or are you suddenly too good to give up a couple of shirts for charity? That’s pretty shitty for someone who calls herself a nurse.”
Before she knew it, most of her closet was empty. She moved back and forth between the bedroom and the living room in a hazy little trance, arms full of clothes each trip. Mia and I sat on the couch the whole time, eating our grilled sandwiches and watching the show.
Mia’s boots stayed propped on the coach. Every modest blouse, every pair of loose scrubs dumped into the big black trash bag Mia had kicked toward her. She paused once on a top, but Mia’s voice cracked like a whip. “Don’t you dare, you greedy slut. That one’s going in the bag too. Jake, tell your girlfriend to stop being such an uptight hoarder and actually contribute for once.”
I leaned forward, grinning. “Come on, Tits. Don’t be selfish.” She dropped the frumpy top into the bag. “Sorry. You’re right. I shouldn’t keep it.”
By the time she was done, the closet was gutted. Only the skimpiest, tightest pieces we’d already approved remained, and those weren’t many. Sarah had to improvise with scissors to make the last remaining pair of scrubs feel comfortable for her.
The big black bag sat bulging in the middle of the living room floor, stuffed with almost everything Sarah used to wear. Mia gave the bag a little kick with her boot, smirking. “Good girl, Titcow. See? Wasn’t so hard once you stopped being a selfish cunt about it. I’ll take these straight to the donation center later tonight.” (She’d actually just drag it out to the dumpster out back, but Sarah didn’t need to know that.)
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