Brewery Magic

A P-Pill story by R.U. Wild

This is the first story in a world I've created where a woman can take a little blue pill and grow a penis. It will not get down into the weeds of the science that could make something like that possible, so I will need your suspension of disbelief to make this work. There are other stories already rolling around in my head that will expand and build on this premise. I hope you enjoy it.

"Hi, guys! Welcome to Mumbling Monk!"

The woman speaking looked Asian, but her local accent suggested a native Midwesterner. Her bright smile and friendly attitude were warm and welcoming after the two-block hike through snow flurries. The five friends in the little group shake off the snow and sit 3 and 2 around a corner of the bar so they can talk.

The tap room is nothing special, only a couple of notches up from someone's basement bar. There are brewing and beer pictures on the dark brown walls. The lights are down to help hide the sparseness of the room, which makes it feel like a theater with the house lights off. The main stage in this room is a golden oak L-shaped bar lit by bright LED lights that make it glow, and that glow brightens the entire room.

It's Russ's year to drive for the evening's festivities so he has, at least mostly, been drinking water. It is their annual pre-Christmas boys' day out. Mike and Stu are married, Mike with two little ones, and Stu still trying. Brad is divorced and has become a dedicated bachelor, while Jon changes partners like underwear. Russ is also single for the first time in years. His live-in girlfriend, Cathy, split up with him about three months back because he suggested she take the P-pill. He'd read about it on the internet and was intrigued. A woman could take a pill and a nap, then wake up with a penis. The article didn't say how it worked, only that it was a growing trend, with more and more women giving it a shot. There was another pill that could reverse it but, as time wore on, the chances of the reversal working slowly diminished.

The woman who had welcomed them is taking Jon's order. Then she moves to Mike and on around the group. She is pulling some beers from the taps when a pretty woman joins her behind the bar. She has a trim figure, small breasts, and wavy dark shoulder length hair. Her nose is a little prominent, with a small bump in the middle, but her smile and twinkling dark eyes quickly overshadow any other imperfections. The first woman tells her what beers still need to be poured as she distributes what she has to the guys.

Russ is in the perfect position to watch her drawing beers behind the bar. Her jeans are snug and, while she would never be accused of having a booty, her butt is round and firm. Actually, just the shape that Russ loves. He was never one of those big booty guys. She is lithe, with an athletic look about her. She joins the first woman at the bar and is shown where to deliver the beers. The first woman announces to the group, "This is my sister Abby, she's up from Atlanta. A Pilates instructor taking time off for the holidays and helping out around the brewery."

Abby smiles and quips, "Yea, but I never seem to get any of the tips! I just can't figure that out. Maybe you could explain it, Joan?"

Joan laughs and walks away to check on an older couple that just came in, dressed to the nines. He has a full head of silver hair and a bright smile as he pulls out a stool at the bar for his wife and takes her coat. She is beautiful, all cascades of dark hair and high cheekbones with just a few wrinkles. They could be mature models for a clothing store. Abby sees that Russ doesn't have a beer, so she steps down to him and asks, "Can I get you something? I would have thought Joan had taken your order."

Jon leans in and answers for Russ, "He's our driver, so nothing but water for him."

Jon is trying to be funny and flirty, but Abby is focused on Russ, and Russ is fine with that. There's something about this woman. She has a quiet confidence that he's not used to from most women. Russ shrugs his shoulders and agrees with Jon, "He's right. I'm the driver, so I've got to be good."

Abby smiles and suggests, "Just because you're not drinking doesn't mean you have to be good." This comment sends a shiver down Russ' back. Abby continues, "Some of my most wonderful times being bad didn't include alcohol."

Abby doesn't wait for a response because two broad-shouldered guys with dark hair and dark beards come in from the cold with a blonde woman who is easily a head taller than them both. Her lips are bright red, her mascara is immaculate, and her face is flawless. One of the guys takes her coat as the other steps up to the bar and orders from Abby. She smiles, nods, and moves to the row of taps to fill the order.

While the rest of his group are making snide comments about 'scaling mountains,' or 'the bigger they are the harder they fall,' or 'height makes no difference when you're laying down', Russ' eyes never leave Abby. He watches her hands work, picking up glasses and holding them on the slant to fill. Her hips shift as she transfers weight to the other leg, and that is when Russ sees it. Abby has a bulge in her jeans.

Suddenly blood is rushing in Russ' ears. The world goes into slow motion and all he can see is her bulge. He imagines her hips moving, swaying to the accompaniment of the slow Jazz he unwinds to after work. A nudge snaps him out of his trance as a voice asks, "Did you see that blonde that just walked in with those two dudes?"

It's Jon. Russ can't pull his eyes away from Abby, but she is finished pouring beers and turns away to serve them and he can breathe for the first time in a minute. Russ is a man waking from a dream when he responds to Jon. "Huh? Blonde?"

Jon laughs and claps him on the shoulder. "Never mind man. I can see you've only got eyes for our bartender."

Jon rejoins the other conversation and Russ goes back to Abby. She is wrapping up with Frick (Russ has named the guys), and Frack is sitting with the blonde in a dark corner booth, but Russ' eyes are glued to Abby's hips, waiting for another chance to see that bulge. Russ can't believe what he saw and is already doubting his eyes. Abby turns away from the bar and, when her crotch comes into view, there is no doubt. Russ is seeing his first woman with a bulge.

Abby is heading back over to the group of guys to see if they need anything, and the one she finds the cutest is the only one looking at her. Then she realizes where he looking and can't help a flush rising up out of her shirt collar. As she gets nearer, he doesn't look up until she's close enough for the bar to hide her bulge from his sight.

He finally snaps out of it as she leans forward with her hands on the edge of the bar. She watches as his eyes scurry up her body to her face and she's rewarded with him turning a bright pink. She adopts a casual attitude and, just softly enough for him to hear, asks, "Something behind the bar catch your eye?"

She gives him the stern 'my-eyes-are-up-here' look and then spreads a softening smirk over it. After all, she wants him to be interested. She didn't take that P-pill to sit around the house and jerk it. She has a quick flashback to Scott, the boyfriend who'd talked a big game until she was sitting beside him on the couch with an aching hard-on. He had scooted for the door with his tail tight between his legs, never to return.

Russ went from pink to red and gave her a nervous smile. "I uh, yes. I guess you could say that. The question is, is she on the menu?"

Abby loved that. Is she on the menu says a lot about how this might go. She didn't know if he was referring to her dick or her as a person, but 'she' was a lot better start than 'it'.

Abby looked around the bar. There weren't too many people, but she couldn't leave Joan out front alone, not yet. She looked back to Russ. "Yes, she is on the menu, but I can't leave the front of the bar right now. If some of the people leave, I'll go back into the brewery. When I do, follow me. Now, still drinking water, or are you ready for a beer?"

"I think I'll have a beer. Can I have the Belgian, please?"

She gave him her best smile and a wink. "Right away."

In that moment, Russ fully understood the meaning of that old saying, 'I hate to see you go, but I love to watch you leave', cause her butt looks amazing in those jeans. An image of it bouncing up and down between his legs turns his cheeks bright red, and he has to look away for a second to cool down.

The rest of his group is chatting about sports, something Russ couldn't care less about and they know it, so they leave him out of the conversation. After his cheeks cool down, his eyes find Abby just in time to watch her carry his beer over. That bulge is wiggling side to side with each step, and while he's not sure, he thinks it might be larger. When she sets his beer down, she quietly warns, "You've got to quit staring at me or you're going to make me hard."

Russ grins. He's becoming more comfortable with Abby as he casually sips his beer and then says, "Isn't that the plan?"

She scoffs, "Yes, but not yet!" She looks at the dressed-up couple at the bar and the guy motions her over. Abby warns, "I'll be back."

Russ watches that butt again, pretty sure there's a hint more wiggle to go with that extra bulge. She's feeling it, feeling sexy from his attention. He sips his beer again and tries to check out the Amazon blonde with the two guys, but just can't keep his eyes off of Abby. She rings out the couple and he overhears them tell Abby they are going to a wedding. As they don their long coats, she clears their spot and wipes the bar.

Abby can feel his eyes on her, lusting for her. This feeling isn't new. As a woman, she's felt this kind of attention from more men than she can count. Some she wanted, most she didn't, but she never planned a back-room rendezvous with any of them. Even better, in this case, Russ is not only lusting for her like normal, he knows what's in her jeans and he still wants her, maybe even more. In her chest, her heart thumps harder than normal, the hormone-filled blood coursing through her body. It has been too long since she'd had sex with a man, and the prospect of having Russ pressed against her as she moves inside of him...she pushes that image away to keep her dick from getting any harder. Instead, she thinks back to the beginning. It was only months ago, but feels like years.

She had first taken the P-pill to surprise her then-boyfriend Zac. He had made some comments while drunk about girls he found sexy, and most of those movie stars were known to have taken the P-pill. She had wanted to try it before, but after that talk, she resolved to do it.

The next time he came over to 'Netflix and chill' she surprised him with her new appendage. She hiked her sky blue, flower-patterned summer dress up to her waist to allow her hard penis to stick up from her crotch. She had expected Zac to pounce on her, but he just sat on the couch and gawked at it. He was as dumbstruck as if she'd told him she was pregnant. After a few moments, he mumbled, 'Can't. I just, can't.' and got up and left the apartment. She never heard from Zac again.

After that, she had tried to hide her bulge. It seemed like the right thing to do, you know, keep her feminine form out front and that extra stuff on the DL. She was at a club with friends, trying to forget about Zac, and was dancing with this blue eyed blonde guy who was both drunk and hot. She was buzzed up too, and as she was slow dancing with him, she got a boner. As if that wasn't enough, she started rubbing it against him, and God, did it feel good! The urge to take him out to the car, haul him home, and fuck him till the sun came up was almost more than she could resist. After a few minutes, he registered what was going on and pushed away from her. He looked down to see the outline of her hard dick pressing into the front of her red dress. He looked back up to find her face flushed, horny and eager to fuck him.

He slurred out, 'What the FUCK?!' and slapped her. That shattered the moment, whipping her head to one side and staggering her back on her sexy heels. When she looked back at him, fury filled her eyes. She balled her right hand into a fist and, leading with her left foot, stepped into a punch that knocked him off his feet to land flat on his back, out cold.

She remembered standing over him, a dull ache in her hand and a raging one in her crotch. She felt so powerful she wanted to rip her dress open and pound her bare chest, hard nipples out for all the world to see. Luckily, her friend, Amanda, started calling her name and pulling her toward the door. On the first try Abby shook her off, as she stood over her prone dance partner like a lioness over her kill, but after a couple of tries her friend coaxed her away with her dress front still intact.

Two days later, sitting naked in her apartment, with a small pile of cum soaked tissues nearby, she read online that women who took the P-pill should let their bulges show. The theory was it would help any interested guys know what they were getting into. That dating the woman with a bulge would mean that there was a good chance of them getting fucked. After all, no woman took the P-pill to get a dick she wasn't going to use.

Russ watches her body move as she cleans. He would have never thought that watching a woman wipe down a bar and wash glasses could be sexy, but here he sat with a chubby in his pants. He looked around and realized that Joan wasn't around, so the whole bar was Abby's responsibility at the moment.

Frick, or maybe it was Frack, came up to the bar and ordered three more beers for the Amazon's table. The two smaller males closely attended to the giant of a woman. Russ couldn't tell if it was a date or something else. He wasn't a prude, and had certainly read about most of the different kinks out there, and he knew that some guys really got off on being dominated by a big woman. He knew this because he had a touch of that kink and spent some time watching those videos, but nowhere near the level being exhibited at the corner table. He was, however, exactly aligned with the kind of submission that he was offering Abby.

Some time passed. The Amazon in the corner decided she was ready to go and got up from her seat, causing Frick and Frack to leap to their feet and bustle about in her wake. One of them helped her into her coat, but before they left one of the men spoke to the other two and nodded toward the restroom sign. The Amazon woman rolls her eyes but nods and he scurries off.

While all that is going on, Joan comes back into the tap room. Abby goes over and they talk briefly. Joan looks around the room and shrugs her shoulders and nods before coming over to the guys. Abby gives Russ a meaningful look and he nods as she heads for the brewery in the back. Russ gets the vague feeling that he's in a spy movie.

As Joan approaches the guys, Russ gets up from his seat and asks Joan, "Hey all that water is really running through me, and I know there is someone in the regular restroom. Do you have one in the brewery I could use?"

She smiles and tells him, "Sure. Just go past that restroom and out the door. Turn left and you'll see it in a short hallway."

Russ hurries away from the group following in Abby's wake. As he passes the restroom he hears a flush and realizes he actually does need to pee. He goes through the door into the brewery and sees Abby standing on the brewery floor holding a clipboard. She looks up and he holds up one finger as he hustles to the restroom.

He steps up to the urinal and fishes his dick out to take care of business. As he does, a picture of Abby standing in this same spot doing this same thing pops into his head. He can imagine walking in and seeing her from behind, with womanly curves, hands down by her crotch to direct the yellow stream. He imagines her shaking off the piss drips and then going through the ministrations to tuck it back into her pants. When he comes out of his little fantasy, his dick is almost too hard to pee through. Good thing he was mostly finished.

When Abby sees him duck into the restroom, doubt fills her head. Maybe, like Zac, he's all talk and now that push has come to shove, he'll chicken out. Her dick is already half-hard in her jeans, her heart is pounding in her chest, and she is chewing her lower lip. She is looking at the clipboard in her hand but doesn't actually see it. Instead, Abby is seeing Russ bent over in front of her, her hands on his hips, her cock disappearing between his butt cheeks over and over. She is imagining how good it's going to feel sliding through his tight hole. She suddenly wants to march to the restroom and take him right there. Yeah, he wants it, she knows he does! He wants her to fuck him or he wouldn't be in the brewery restroom or have been flirting with her. Abby wants him so bad she decides she can't wait any longer. She sets down the clipboard, takes two steps toward the restroom, then stops. Doubt fills her mind. What if she's wrong? What if he's changed his mind? She takes a deep breath and tries to get a grip on herself. After all, there's a good chance that raping a guy in the restroom is not the way to make a good first impression. She retreats back to the safety of her clipboard.

They had been flirting for the last hour, so there was no doubt they had a connection. There was little doubt in Russ' mind that Abby wants to fuck him. She was doing everything in her power to make it happen and he wouldn't have been surprised if the door opened and she came through it with her hard dick out the front of her pants. The restroom he was using was generally only used by the brew staff, so it was clean and white, with just what was needed, no fancy touches for patrons. He washes his hands in the plain white sink and dries them with a paper towel. He looks at himself in the mirror, but that is all. No reason to mess with his hair or anything. He asks his reflection, 'Are you ready for this?' His reflection nods so he pulls the door open and heads out into the brewery. When he looks over, she is there, still holding the clipboard and acting like she is checking some numbers. She looks up as soon as she hears the door open and they lock eyes. The bright lights and her snug shirt show off her hard nipples, and now there is no mistaking the bulge in her jeans.

She drops the clipboard on the work table and strides toward him with purpose. She grabs him and pushes him up against the wall with a soft thump, her mouth falling over his, her tongue in his mouth kissing him deeply. She is a horny wife seeing her husband for the first time in weeks. His hands go to her hips and then slide around her as he eagerly returns the kiss. He slides his right hand up to cover her left breast, the small B-cup just filling his hand, her nipple boring into his palm, and her hips pushing against his. Her bulge was now a hard-on that is making him weak in the knees.

She breaks the kiss and pulls him away from the wall. Taking his wrist, she leads him across the concrete floor into the jungle of shining stainless steel pipes and tanks. There is no time to waste and they both know it. An air circulation fan is running somewhere out of sight, laying down some cover sound for the noises they are about to make. Behind all the equipment is an old metal desk that got blocked in when the bigger tanks were installed and now is stuck there until the next upgrade. She pushes him against it, his ass just catching it as her hands are all over him. She wants to rip his shirt open to get to his chest, but restrains herself. Instead, she begins tugging at his belt, unhooking it, and then the pants. While she is working on his pants, he is working on hers. She is quicker and his pants drop to the floor first. Her fingers are up under his shirt, desperately feeling his muscles.