8 comments/ 183462 views/ 90 favorites Chemical Concocktion Ch. 01 By: hypnopup The following is a work of fiction and contains pornography. If you are under 18, stop reading now. For those who continue reading, please realize that this is fiction and outside the realm of reality. In other words, if you take this stuff seriously, you need a psychiatric evaluation. Feedback and criticism is highly appreciated and you can email me through the link below. Teaching high school seniors can be a very frustrating job. Most of the kids have burnt out their paranoia about getting into a good school and by the end of the year, I'm lucky if they even show up to class. When you care about students learning, it's enough to make your teeth grind. What's even more frustrating is having to see the girls. Eighteen years old, their bodies perfectly curved, their lips swollen and eager to kiss... looking at them drives my middle-aged body wild. Throw in the fact that they wouldn't look twice at a 39 year old, scrawny science teacher without laughing and it just makes it all worse. I can look but can't touch. Hell, let's be honest. I can't really look either without getting into trouble. I have to constantly remind myself to maintain eye contact at all times instead of staring at their luscious breasts or delicious legs. Lately, I had been conducting some research on the side into pheromones and hormones. Yeah, it's the classic nerd story of a guy so desperate to get laid that he tries to invent a love potion. I know enough science to know it's impossible, but the geek in me still likes to fantasize. That's all it was, a fantasy. I never, ever expected any of them to work or even thought about trying to test them to see if they could. Acquiring the chemicals I needed was easy. Working in a high school science lab is one of the last places where a person can still get easy access to chemicals. Getting the samples of pheromones was a little tougher, until I realize that I was in a location surrounded by walking pheromone factories, i.e. teenagers. A few visits to the locker rooms garnered what I needed. I used the excuse that I was conducting a science experiment about what bacteria colonized the locker rooms. I also used the opportunity to plant some hidden webcams in the girls' locker room, but that's a story for another day. I later went further and had kids submit dirty swathes of underwear and t-shirts saying that we would grow bacteria from them to see what their bodies harbored. In reality, I was trying to extract pheromones from the swathes. So how would a love potion work exactly? I broke the problem down several ways. It would have to be more than just a drug to lower a woman's inhibitions or sexually excite her. If the potion were merely an aphrodisiac, then it probably wouldn't benefit me. A girl suddenly finding herself sexually excited, would most likely turn to one of the football players and not to a scrawny science teacher. I needed something that created loyalty and dedication as well as have an aphrodisiac quality to it. The medication lorazapam was known to lower some inhibitions at moderate doses. Some studies showed that it increased susceptibility to hypnosis as well. Oxytocin was known as the trust hormone and studies had borne this out as well as giving some evidence that it created emotional bonds. Estrogen, testosterone, and others were all diligently explored, as well as a wide mix of other drugs. These were my starting points. I guess I should point out again, I never planned on testing any of my potions. It was all fantasy. I could fantasize about these potions working and jerk off to these daydreams in the privacy of my home, but I knew any such attempt at a love potion would likely make anyone subjected to it sick. Not to mention that it would be a horribly unethical thing to actually try and do. It was just a crazy odd hobby that I had. I never took it seriously. It was pure fantasy that I was indulging in. But then Beth happened. Beth was this 18 year old girl that puberty had overlooked. No breasts or hips. Looking at her, she looked like a stretched out elementary school kid. She meant really well, but she was also always horribly clumsy. Probably because she was so self-conscious. She was the kid in school that no one ever thinks of or remembers. She hardly ever says a word. She hid behind her hair, which dangled in front of her face. She always sat the furthest away from any discussion or activity and strived very hard avoid being noticed. I guess I kinda felt sad for her. She reminded me of how I was in high school. She drifted into my class to feed the lab animals during one lunch period and we slowly built up a friendship over time. I never hit on her or even thought about it... she seemed totally prepubescent, the little daughter that I never had. I don't know if my friendship was what encouraged her, if she was coming out of her shell naturally, or if she was trying to improve her chances of getting into a good college, but she signed up to be a flag girl. The day she was accepted, she was so excited. School had been out for about an hour as she ran down to my classroom wearing her new uniform and carrying her flagstaff and gym bag. She made her way into my backroom where I had been idly working on my potions. I stopped what I was doing as she eagerly described the tryouts. She seemed so happy and excited, I just wanted to encourage her. I urged her to re-enact the tryout. She brushed her hair out of her face... she did have a cute face, but hiding behind her hair had long ago resulted in her face breaking out with acne. This just reinforced her tendency to hide her face even more. Seeing her smile bloom from under her usually hidden face was my highlight of the day. She picked up her flagstaff and started to twirl it about, the flag forming complex patterns as she whirled it to and fro. I knew about her tendency to be accident-prone. Heck, I had her in science class for three years and the number of beakers and flasks she had broken were an obvious testament to it. She was just so excited and happy at the moment, that I had forgotten. She was doing great, until she moved a little too far to the right and in the small confines of the backroom that was enough. The staff whacked against my experiment and its trailing flag wrapped itself around my beaker containing my most recent attempt at a potion. The flag lifted the beaker into the air.... Beth, instantly realized what had happened and froze, her self-consciousness crashing down upon her in full force... much like how the beaker, now suspended above her, crashed down upon her. The beaker survived the impact, but not without dumping its contents all over Beth's head. She got a thorough dosing. It poured down her head and onto her chest and feet. I immediately went over to her, grabbing a nearby towel. She looked at me with eyes wide with shock, and I watched as they filled with tears as she started to flush with embarrassment. She broke eye contact, staring down at her shoes, "I'm so sorry!" she whispered in agony, "it was an accident. I'll clean it up, I'm sorry". She took her left hand and bit down on the knuckle of her index finger in nervousness. I didn't notice at the time that her hands had been covered with my solution as well. She kept on repeating "I'm sorry" over and over. I touched her chin lightly with my hand and lifted her face up. Her teary eyes met mine. "It's okay. Really". Her eyes locked onto mine, pleading. Her face was covered with orange gunk too. In a beaker, the smell had been contained somewhat. Spread all over Beth, it stunk to high heaven. Still, I saw Beth's tongue slip out and lick her orange covered lips, at first moistening them, but then darting out again and obviously tasting. I pulled my eyes away from her lips... part of me was already wondering what the potion could do to her. Should I call poison control? We made eye contact again. The pleading was fading... there was a searching quality there now... like she was scanning my eyes for something. "Beth, it's okay. Really. We need to get these chemicals off you right now and get you cleaned up". I touched her arm and was going to redirect her to the contamination shower in the corner... but when I touched her, I saw something in her eyes. Her pupils dilated to an enormous degree, she flushed and gave a little gasp, all the while gazing deeply into my eyes. "Beth. Come on. You need to do what I say. You need to get that stuff off of you as quickly as possible... you have it all over yourself". I moved around her and turned on the shower, trying to get the water warmed up. I grabbed another towel and glanced at Beth. She was following me with her eyes as she calmly licked her hands and forearms clean like a cat. What the hell?!? "Beth! Come here! Stop doing that! Those chemicals could hurt you!" What was she doing?!? She wasn't an idiot. Even a moron knows not to taste strange liquids in a chemistry lab! She walked slowly over to me, staring at me dumbly. I pushed her into the shower. "Beth, wash yourself as good as you can. Did you get any in your eyes?!?". She didn't answer. She merely turned and stared into my eyes again as her hands slowly moved up to her hair and she started to wash it in the stream of water. I was scared, I have to admit. What would I say when I called poison control? A student was exposed to a cocktail of hormones and drugs that I had laying around for no legitimate reason? I had visions of people knowing exactly what my potion was for and thinking that I had deliberately dosed an innocent high school student with it. Would Beth get sick? Would she die? Would I get sued? How would I find another job after I got fired? Would I go to jail? I set some towels down on the counter next to her. "Beth, make sure you wash all that gunk off, all of it". She nodded, still staring at me. "It's okay. Don't worry about breaking the beaker. I just want to make sure that you're okay. Okay? You are alright. You are. Aren't you?". I flashed her a nervous smile, trying to downplay the panic I was feeling. She started to nod her head. "It's okay", she echoed. "I won't worry about breaking the beaker I am all right. I am". She returned my nervous smile with a tentative one of her own. I felt some tension drain out of me, not much... but still a little. My nervous smile broadened... and her tentative one became a solid one. There was something weird though. Her blank look was fading. She was getting this strange look on her face. Her eyes were open wide and she seemed to be desperately trying to maintain eye contact with me. Her face was flushed now too. Her cheeks and her nose were bright red. I touched her forehead, getting my arm wet in the process. I couldn't tell because of the warm water spilling down on her, but she looked like she was running a fever, except her eyes weren't glazed or dull... they were the opposite. They looked moist and sparkly. "Beth, do you have a change in clothes with you?" "yes", she replied in her near whispery voice. "They're in my gym bag in the classroom". "Okay, Beth, I'm going to get those clothes. When I get back with them, you need to take off your other clothes and keep washing off for a couple of minutes. When you're done, change into your clean clothes. I'll be in the other room until you're dressed". She seemed to be breathing a little heavier and I notice her look was still changing. She had taken on this angry or mean look I had never seen on her before. Her eyes looked shrunken and, I don't know, darker. Like she was in the early stages of getting black eyes. Was she mad at me for throwing her in the shower? I went into the other room, thinking about all the horrible permutations that could happen in the near future. I was firmly convinced that I had poisoned her. That I was going to be an outcast. Perceived as some weirdo pervert who was insane enough to believe that love potions actually worked. It was all just make-believe to me! I debated about calling poison control. I kept running the ingredients of my chemical cocktail thru my mind, debating whether anything there could be harmful. None of it should have been absorbable through the skin. But she did get some in her mouth when she was biting on her knuckle, when she licked her lips... and when she started to lick her hands & arms. What was that about? Why had she been licking herself?!? I heard the shower turn off. "Beth, you okay?" There was a pause, before I heard her quiet affirmation. She couldn't have gotten a big enough dose to cause damage. Nothing in the mix should have been toxic... but then why her strange actions and demeanor? She stepped into the room wearing her regular clothes. Again she made eye contact with me. She rarely made eye contact with anyone, even with me after knowing her for several years. Even then, it seemed totally unlike her. She still had that weird angry look with the darkened eyes and her cheeks were still flushed. I touched her forehead. She did feel maybe a little feverish. She blushed from head to toe and her breathing deepened, almost panting. "Beth, are you feeling okay?" She tried to answer, but at first her answer seemed strangled. Then she broke eye contact for the first time since the accident happened. Her entire body blushed bright red as she looked down at the ground. "yes," she whispered after her unsuccessful first attempt at speaking. "I feel wonderful. Thank you so much for caring if I'm okay. That is so noble of you to worry about me. I owe you so much. I...", and she paused again, fighting for words... her body turning even brighter red. "I...". She was panting now, but she was back to her old habit of avoiding eye contact. I tucked a finger under her chin and again lifted her face up towards me. We made eye contact again and her breath suddenly caught itself. She gave a large gasp and exhaled. A happy smile started to grow on her face. "Beth. Do you feel sick? Do you need to go to a doctor? I'm worried that those chemicals might make you ill and I need some reassurance". "No, she said, shaking her head. "I'm fine. I'm alright. I don't feel sick. I feel... good. I don't need to go to the doctor". "Beth", I said, "You should go home and rest up. If you feel ill at all, I want you to call me immediately". I wrote out my home number. "Call me at this number if you feel the slightest bit sick". She took the number from my hands tentatively. "Beth, congratulations on getting the flag girl position. I want you to go home now, okay? Oh, and make sure you wash your uniform when you get home, I wouldn't want this stuff to set permanently." She nodded and left, giving frequent glances at me out of the corner of her eye every other moment. After she left, I cleaned up the backroom and destroyed my experiment. I admit it, I was being a coward. If she got sick, I didn't want any evidence laying around. I washed all my beakers and flasks and destroyed all my notes (after making an encrypted backup file on a flashdrive which I hid at home. I had spent too many hours to throw everything away). I set her flagstaff and potion-soaked flag on a lab table, making a mental note that I'd have to wash it out, all the while wondering if the chemicals or the washing would harm the fabric. As I was dismantling my experiment, it must have fallen behind the table without my noticing, hiding it from view. I forgot all about it in the midst of my worries. ------- The next day, I felt better. I was sure that Beth had been exposed to only a small dose of hormones and at the worst, I might have screwed up her menstrual period for the month. The other chemicals might make her a little mellow or drugged out for the night, but that should wear off relatively quickly. I saw her in the hallway and she looked fine. If anything, she looked great. When she came to class, I gave her a more thorough scrutiny. I noticed that she really did look great. Instead of sitting off to the side in class like she usually did, she sat in the front row. Her hair was pulled away from her face for a change and she watched me attentively. I noticed that her acne had started to clear up and she looked to be almost glowing. Was her face a little more full? I just attributed it to her actually exposing her face to public view. I had never really seen her face fully exposed before. She lingered after class. "Are you feeling alright today?" I asked. "I feel alright", she responded, blushing furiously. She kept on glancing at me out of the corner of her eyes. She was almost acting like someone in a bad case of puppy love. She'd never acted that way with me before. Incredibly shy, yes... but not that of a girl with a heavy crush. I thought I must just be imagining it. That lunch period, she came to feed the animals again. Normally quiet, today she alternated between babbling and then blushing furiously at me. She called me a few times that weekend. Each time, she'd hang up when I answered. I only knew it was her because of caller-ID. I was worried that perhaps she was getting sick and was debating calling me but was still nervous about calling her back. What if her parents answered? No, I forced myself to play it cool. ---- On Monday, though, it was obvious that she wasn't feeling ill. Truth be told, I almost didn't recognize her. She looked different. Really different. It was like she was going through puberty on fast-forward, but she was also the picture of health. Her flat chest and stick-thin body were going through massive changes. She had breasts now. At first, I thought she must be stuffing her bra. Then I noticed that her hips had noticeable curves and she was getting quite a cute little butt on her. Her complexion had also almost totally cleared up. Her hair seemed thicker and more curly while her cheeks and lips were fuller. To suddenly develop breasts and hips so fast was obviously abnormal. Could all that have been from the potion? She was also acting more and more like she had a severe crush on me. A small part of me... and I mean a very small part, wondered if the potion had actually worked, but I quickly discounted it. That was impossible. Her sudden body changes had also not been apparently overlooked by her classmates. I noticed the boys in her class were finally taking notice of her and the girls seemed to be giving her dirty looks whereas before they never even deigned to notice her at all. ---- She continued to come see me on every lunch break and even after school when she didn't have flag practice. It was obvious at this point that she had a definite crush on me. At first I was flattered... but her body continued to ripen. After only a week, her body was a thing of beauty. Whereas before she was stick thin and flat chested, she was now a b-cup with nipples prominently pointing through her bra and shirt, while her curvy hips strained against her formerly loose jeans. Her complexion was totally clear and her hair was full and shiny. The boys were openly flirting with her, but she totally ignored them. She only had eyes for me. I was totally flattered and I have to admit, I started to consider her as something other than the "daughter I never had". I had to force myself to avoid looking at her lust-inducing body. But, she started to make it more and more difficult. During our shared lunch periods, she would bend over provocatively showing her hot little ass to me, or leaning over towards me so much that her breasts would brush against my arm. She would move so close to me that it was hard not to brush against her... and whenever I did so, she would give a gasp and I'd see her nipples leap to attention. ---- It was about two and a half weeks after the incident that I realized that I had to talk to her about how she was acting. Each day since the incident, she was becoming more and more obvious about her crush. At the moment, she was sitting in the front row of class, openly staring at me with that angry/dark eyed look. I finally realized that her look was not anger, but one of intense and focused lust. As she stared at me, her legs scissored open and closed. She had her hand rubbing on her inner thigh while her other hand was lightly stroking her neck. It was pretty obvious that she was about one step from openly masturbating while sitting in class. I knew teenagers had rampant hormones, but if she kept this up, people were going to start talking. Chemical Concocktion Ch. 01 At the end of school that day, she again came to hang out in my classroom. I closed my classroom door and took her into my backroom. She was blushing furiously again, but was also clearly trying to show off her luscious body to me. I touched her arm, meaning it as a fatherly gesture, but her nipples immediately jutted into view. She looked up at me while licking her lips. She had that hungry look. She looked so gorgeous... so hot. No! This was just that meek little girl I had befriended. She was just growing up and becoming a woman. I couldn't take advantage of that! I started to explain that I found her feelings flattering, but that it was impossible for me to become involved with a student. Her eyes met mine and she started to cry. I gave her a brief platonic hug. I only wanted to reassure her... but she started to cling onto me, pressing her now curvy body against mine. "Beth, no... this is wrong" I began, but she started to grind herself against me. "I... I love you. Ever since that day when I became a flag-girl, I realized that I love you, that I... I need you. I can't help it". Tears started down her face as her pelvis rocked against my thigh. She wrapped her arms around my neck and buried her nose in my chest. I could hear her inhaling my scent in long deep inhalations. I fought my urges. She was so hot... so inviting... I looked down at her and met her eyes. She had that sparkly look in her eyes again. In a rush, she stood on her tiptoes and pulled her lips up to mine. She kissed me with a quick peck on the lips. I could feel her body spasm under my hands as I tried to push her away. She tried to kiss me again, but I turned my face away. She started to kiss my neck. She was dry-humping me now. "Oh... oh please. Please. I can't stop myself. I need you. I love you. I... I..." Her body started to thrum against me. I realized that she was actually having contractions. Oh my god, I thought, she was going to orgasm! I turned to face her as I pushed her away, but she clung tenaciously to me. She kissed me again, a longer peck that blossomed into an open mouthed kiss. I succeeded into pushing her away. One of her hands went up and down her neck as she stared at me hungrily. The other one reached out to me. I backed away from her. "Beth, you need to leave. Now. You don't know how much I want this, but I can't. It's wrong". Tears again streamed down her cheeks. "Please", she begged. "I'll do anything for you. I love you. I've never felt this way before. It's so strong... I know you're the one for me. I can't control myself... please don't push me away". She fell to her knees and grasped onto my legs... begging. "I'll leave, I need to do what you say... I'll do whatever you say, but please don't send me away". She was sobbing now, but I could still hear her taking huge inhalations, as if she were trying to suck in my scent. Her hand reached up and started to massage my crotch. Her eyes met mine again, her face set with several conflicting emotions. Lust, sadness, desperation, and what was that... was it love? These emotions were warring across her face. I reach down and went to lift her up, but she took my hand and placed it on her breast. I could feel her hardened nipple under my palm. I could feel her body thrumming again and I knew she was orgasming. It all clicked in my head. This was all too unnatural. This was not just some school-girl crush. It had to have been the potion. Nothing else could explain her body's sudden development, her sudden change in demeanor and personality around me, or her body quaking from an orgasm so quickly or so easily "Oh, god"... she panted. "I never felt anything like that before. Whenever I touch you... whenever I smell you... it... makes me... makes me..." She was taking shuddering breaths, her face burying itself in my crotch as she had a second orgasm. Her hands wrapped around me as she tried to pull me to the floor. I couldn't help myself. I'm only human. To have a young woman, an incredibly hot and horny woman throw themselves at you like she was at me... well, no man could resist such an onslaught. Part of me railed against it. I didn't want to get fired. I really didn't want to hurt Beth or use her in any way... but, this was my fantasy made reality. I never stood a chance. I went to the floor with her, she was kissing me long and hard. She had admitted to me a long time ago to me that she had never been kissed, but she was quickly showing an aptitude for it. She was kissing my mouth and all over my face and neck. Her hands roamed over my body, rubbing my crotch. She tried to open my fly and lower my pants, but she was so excited that she couldn't. She continued to orgasm. I had never known a woman to orgasm so easily. I started to put my hand down the front of her pants, and she quickly yanked as hard as could, wiggling her hips to free her jeans. She didn't even try to unbutton or unzip them, so gone in her lust. I popped the button on her jeans just in time... I heard their seams tearing as she pulled her pants down with all her strength. I kissed one of her nipples through her shirt resulting in her pelvis starting to bob up and down as she orgasmed again. She kicked off her pants. I reached up and touched her pussy. She was beyond soaked. It was almost as if her pussy inhaled my fingers. The walls of her vagina were so wet that they were almost frictionless. So smooth. She had me so excited that I thought I was going to climax myself. I pulled down my pants, while her hands sought out my member. I got my pants off and she latched onto my hardened dick and started to pull it towards her waiting snatch. The head of my penis slipped into her. She was so tight. I tried to go slow so I wouldn't hurt her, but she was humping against me, trying to pull me deeper. I could feel resistance, but it didn't stop her. She was biting my neck, pulling at my buttocks, and suddenly I could feel something give and she pulled me inside of her. She was orgasming all around me. Her contractions were so strong I couldn't tell if I was orgasming or if it was her. Our sensations blended together. I managed to hold off though. The contractions were hers and not mine. I pulled out, barely in time and ejaculated over both of us. I was a shaky mess. She was looking at me reverently. "I'm yours. I love you. I need you. I need to do what you say. I'm all yours". I could still feel her body give off an occasional thrum... almost as if she were having mini-orgasms. Her eyes closed, her body still slowly writhing as she dropped off into unconsciousness. It was hard for me to think. My brain felt fuzzy after such a hard climax. Was it really the potion? I couldn't imagine her blossoming so fast and I certainly couldn't imagine her acting this way with me naturally. It had to have been, but how to test and confirm it? I had saved my notes, but they were far from complete. It'd be next to impossible to recreate the potion exactly as it was. Why had I thrown out all the samples! These were my thoughts as I lay on the floor of my backroom with an incredibly sexy, half-naked 18 year old girl sprawled out next to me, still nuzzling against me despite appearing unconscious. I looked over at her beautiful form and noticed behind her... her flagstaff and flag under the back counter. The flag that had been drenched with my formula.... Obviously, some experiments were going to be needed. Chemical Concocktion Ch. 02 The following is a work of fiction and contains pornography. If you are under 18, stop reading now. For those who continue reading, please realize that this is fiction and outside the realm of reality. In other words, if you take this stuff seriously, you need a psychiatric evaluation. Feedback and criticism is highly appreciated and you can email me through the link below. I was in shock. I was lying on the floor, next to a beautiful 18 year old girl. The girl was a high school student of mine. I had just fucked her. In the classroom where I had worked for the past 17 years and continued to work on a daily basis. This was not good. To be technically accurate, she pretty much had fucked me. I don't think any straight man alive could have turned her away the way she had launched herself at me... like a heat seeking missile aimed at the towering inferno. Still, I knew that there wasn't any ethics board in the country would accept that as an excuse. It sounded pretty lame to me too, but it was the truth. She had attacked me. It wasn't my fault at all. Beth stirred next to me. Her long-eyelashes fluttered open. She moved hesitantly, like she didn't know where she was. She turned over towards me suddenly, surprise showing on her face as she noticed my body next to hers. Then her eyes met mine and her increasing panic stopped with recognition of me. Her expression softened and her now beautiful face blossomed into a wide smile. "Oh, thank you." She wrapped her arms around me and pulled herself to me, snuggling against my chest. She giggled, "I think I might have passed out it was so incredible. It was just like how they say it is in all the books, except this was better". "Beth, what we did... I'm sorry... I shouldn't have..." Her hands grasped my limp member and started stroking it. She wiggled closer to me. "No, no, no... don't. I wanted it". She looked up into my eyes again. There was no recriminations, no shame. The girl who was so bashful a short time ago now acted completely different. "Please", she breathed onto my chest, all the while happily smiling and snuggling against me, "please let's do that again". I pushed her back and sat up. Her smile faltered and she looked stricken. "But..." she began, "please.... Please don't. I'll do anything you want. Really". In a lab accident a couple of weeks before, she had been exposed to a chemical cocktail of pheromones, hormones, and drugs that I had been experimenting with. I had been trying to make a love potion. It was pure fantasy on my part. I never thought it would work... it was just something for me to tinker with. After her exposure to it though, she changed. In two weeks, she went from a skinny wallflower to a nubile beauty radiating sexuality. Such a change is totally unnatural. The only explanation I could think of was the potion. If her new body was a result of her exposure to it a few weeks ago... then couldn't her attraction to me be a result of it too? I mean, I'm not exactly a prize. I'm a 39 year old science teacher who embodies the term "nerd". My last pair of glasses had even been held together with tape. Yeah, we'd been friends for the past few years, but I had thought of her only as a friend, almost like a daughter. Her recent transformation had affected me, a lot. I had tried to avoid thinking of her as a woman... tried to ignore her flirtations. That was, until push came to shove. When she really pushed the issue, I caved in under a second. I was such an ass. What if her attraction to me had been caused by the potion? How long would the potion last? What would happen when it wore off? Would her body return to normal? Would she lose her attraction to me? What would she think about me having had sex with her when it wore off? I couldn't tell her about the potion either. What if her feelings were genuine? My telling her that she felt this way because of a love potion experiment I was doing would have her thinking that I was crazy and a pervert. I needed to run some experiments on the formula. I needed time. Beth didn't want to give it to me. She was on her knees, moving towards me while she pulled her shirt and bra off over her head. oh god. She is so beautiful, I thought. I could feel myself quaking in fear and desire. How could I turn that away. If I was a man, I wouldn't... I'd take her here and now again.... NO! Sleeping with a student, a student that looked to me for guidance and education was wrong. Especially if she was under the influence of a drug. Besides, anyone could stumble in here at any moment. I grabbed my pants from the floor and held them between us. "Beth, I need time to figure this all out. I shouldn't have done anything with you. I'm sorry. I do want you and I love what we did, but that doesn't make it right. Please... just give me some time". Beth's smile was gone. Her watery eyes searched my face for any sign of acceptance. It broke my heart. I knew how fragile her ego was. I would never have wanted to hurt her... but letting this proceed further would cause her more harm down the road. I needed to find out if the potion was responsible and what its limits were. I started to put on my pants. I couldn't look at her anymore. "You do want me though, I can tell", she said slyly. I glanced up at the sudden change in her demeanor. Her face was flushed from a combination of her earlier orgasms and from tears going down her face. But her tone didn't match the tears. She was smiling again as she looked down at my hardened cock. She started to walk towards me again, her naked body swaying sexily with each step. I didn't see any trace of the awkward and self-conscious Beth that I knew in that walk. She was totally right, of course. I knew that if I stayed where I was, that she'd start to try and kiss me again. We both knew that I really did want her. I wanted her more than anything I've ever had in my life and that I'd give in to her advances in less than a heartbeat. So... I ran. Yup. The big wimp-boy, the 39 year old guy scared of an 18 year old girl. I'm definitely not proud about it. I'm sure that any guy seeing such a scene would be laughing at me. -------------- I called in sick the next day. I needed to recreate that chemical cocktail that had accidently affected Beth so severely, but I had destroyed my stock of it after Beth's exposure. As luck would have it, some of the cocktail had saturated Beth's flag-girl flag and it had fallen behind my lab counter during the incident. I absolutely needed to retrieve it. I just couldn't face Beth right now though. The next day, I went into school. Beth gave me distance. She was seated back where she used to sit in my class before the potion incident, off to the back and to the side... where no one would normally notice her. Except, they did now. The boys in the class had changed their seats to be around her. They saw a single beautiful girl who wasn't surrounded by a protective ring of girlfriends and they were moving in to attack. Part of me wanted to give her advice. She needed to learn some protective measures, learn about the lies some guys tell. I was never the most suave type of guy, but I knew some of the things that guys say... the tactics they willingly use to try and take advantage of women. Beth had always been so socially outcast that she wouldn't have learned about those things. She was too innocent, too naive. Or so I thought at the time. She didn't come by at lunchtime to feed the animals or stop after school either. I missed her presence at lunch, she rarely missed sharing it with me in the past, but I knew it was for the best. I started setting up my experiment again, using a backed up copy of my notes. I grimaced. It was going to take awhile. I had spent months trying to synthesize pheromones, hormones... acquiring drugs, etc. After Beth's incident, I had destroyed so much of my work. I'd need to invest a lot of time in the near future. At least I had the flag with its remnants of potion soaked into it. That made things infinitely easier. --------------------------- And so it went for about a week. I missed speaking to Beth... I don't have many friends and even though she was a high school student, she had surprising depth. She hid it, much like she hid her sense of humor... but every now and then, she'd let it leak out in front of me. I'd glance at her in class or in the halls and she seemed popular now, surrounded by boys and girls. High school never changes... beauty equals popularity. She still seemed reserved, with her quiet voice and demeanor... but she was definitely much more confident. She no longer hid her face behind her hair. She smiled and laughed more easily. I was happy for her. She didn't treat me badly, or even ignore me. It was more that she simply gave me space. She didn't make me feel awkward about our experience at all. I have to admit, there was a niggling little part of me that had worried about her blackmailing me, or her saying the wrong thing to a parent or other teacher... but she seemed to be handling it better than I. If her new body was the result of the potion, it didn't seem to be reverting back to it's old skinny frame. Her body was still as ripe as it was when I saw it in all its glory. Some of the other teachers were commentating on her body too. Apparently, the rest of the male faculty were more than a little attracted to her, as well as one of the female teachers. I just kept my mouth shut. I wondered if she would still be interested in me after she graduated in a few months. ------------------------- It was about a week later that things changed again. I had been making progress on recreating my concoction... but with Beth maintaining her distance, I started to think that my linking the potion incident to her actions and body was just in my imagination. Maybe she had a crush on me and I just let it go too far. I was probably just leaping to conclusions about the potion being the cause. I mean, how utterly impossible would it be for a love potion to actually work? How could I reliably test it if it did? I started to slack off. I no longer wanted to fantasize about creating a love potion, the fear I had experienced with Beth had taken the joy out of that. My heart just wasn't in it anymore... until Beth apparently decided that she had given me enough distance. She started sitting in the front row again. No flirtation at all. In fact, she rarely made eye contact with me. She came for a couple lunch periods and fed the animals, teasing me that I wasn't taking care of them enough. I noticed that her hidden sense of humor was really coming out. That made me happy. She had always been very witty, but had concealed it beneath her previously shy exterior. On the second lunch visit though, the boys discovered where she had disappeared to and followed her here. I think all the attention people were giving her was starting to irritate her. Anyway.... I didn't see her other than in class after that lunch episode... but she started to flirt with me again. It was small things at first, a sly smile, a knowing look. Then she started to up the ante. She started wearing more provocative clothing... like a mini-skirt. A few days later, she started opening her legs wide in front of me whenever I glanced in her direction... revealing small glimpses of her unshaven pussy. I tried to avert my eyes, but her shifting hips and knees drew my vision time and again. I started spending more of my free-time on the potion. Long ago, in the beginning of the school year, I gave my students my email account in case they needed or wanted to talk to me about assignments. They've hardly ever used it. Beth started using it to send me photos. There wasn't any nudity at first. Just pictures of her doing things we both liked... like visiting a museum or going hiking. Then they started to get a little more risque. A few pictures of her in the woods with the camera on timer, would have one where her skirt got caught by a tree limb and lifted up... exposing her sweet little furry muff. After a month, she was sending me photos of herself fully naked, touching herself or spreading her labia open for the camera. I started breaking out into a cold sweat whenever I saw her. She sent me the following email "I still want you. I still need you. I'm sorry if I scared you initially, but I'm not going to let you go. I know you think I'm sexy. I know you want me. Anytime you want to give in, I'm here waiting for you. Just send me a text or call me at 674-2767. I don't want anyone else". Her photos and that email made it to the top of my porn pile. I barely even looked at my girl-locker room footage I had stealthily acquired anymore. I would fantasize of ways to safely meet her, of ways to prevent fallout if we were caught. She was wearing me down. ------------------------------- The potion was nearly back to the stage where I had stopped it before. The parts that I thought should increase the libido and cause attachment were done. If my half-assed theories were correct, her body's transformation was an unforeseen side-effect and could definitely have been caused by the potion. Once the transformation completed, her body should just maintain itself. She shouldn't revert back to her previous skinny self. The libido part seemed to have worked. When we had sex that one time, Beth pretty much attacked me for sex and orgasmed merely from smelling my scent. As to how long it would last or if it were permanent, I couldn't say. From Beth's actions, her sex drive seemed to be just as strong, if not even stronger after several weeks. The attachment part looked like a success too. She had football players, college-boys, and probably tons of other guys seeking dates with her... and apparently she was blowing them all off. She was getting a reputation as being stuck-up or an ice-princess. Yet, here she was still fixated on me and willing to offer me her body at moment's notice. The dark side of me quickly noted that if the potion ever wore off, I could just keep dosing her with just the attachment chemicals, leaving the libido increasing ones alone... and she would be mine for as long as I wanted... but I didn't want that, did I? That would be so wrong. Besides, I didn't know if the potion would work with some parts removed. Also, her body transforming was something I never envisioned, what would happen with repeated doses? My dark side started playing against me even harder, tempting me more and more as time went on. It questioned my morality and encouraged my self-doubts. Other times it would try and build up my ego... whatever it could do to try and wear down my resolve. It would ask, what if Beth's attachment to me was permanent? Wouldn't I be harming her by not accepting her? It tried to seduce me with thoughts of using my rebuilt formula to attach other beautiful women to me. Some of Beth's fellow students were so hot.... I thought I was going to have a nervous breakdown. It was all so insane. Some moments, I wondered if I was being subjected to an enormous practical joke, other times, I had daydreams of being a chemical genius who could rule the world or at the least control a devoted and willing harem. In a few months, Beth would graduate. If I could just hold out until after she graduated.... Beth didn't like that idea. ------------ She started sending me emails describing how she masturbated to thoughts of me. Then she started sending me videos showing me exactly how she masturbated. The first video was from her webcam with her sitting in front of her computer. She had on a tight black t-shirt. "I miss talking with you", she said. "I miss our friendship". She paused for a moment. "I've always had a bit of crush on you. I know you must think I'm psychotic for chasing after you like this... but I've never felt anything like this. I need you", she leaned forward into the camera, her eyes large and watery. "I know it's dangerous for you to be with me... but I know you want me too. I'll be discreet... I'll be careful. But you have no idea of what even thinking about you does to me. Her eyes started to get a heat about them. "I think about you... how you made me feel that day. What just being near you does to my body, you have no idea". She was starting to pant. Her hand traveled up to her breast and stroked its underside. "I, uh... uh..." she faltered as she tweaked her nipple, which had started to become evident from beneath her shirt. "I want to show you... show you how much just thinking about you does things to me". She leaned back in her chair and scooted back from the camera. She was just wearing a t-shirt and panties... and even with the lo-resolution of the webcam, I could see a large wet spot on her panties. "I'm yours. These are your breasts... she pulled off her shirt and revealed her perfectly shaped mounds... her nipples and even her aureolas were swollen, "your pussy..." she peeled off her wet panties and spread her legs, revealing her swollen and gaping pussy surrounded by black curls. "They're yours for whenever you want them". She was pulling on her breasts and nipples now, her head tilted back. One hand slid down her body to her pussy. "Please, I'm yours... please take me soon". Her hand reached her labia and she slid two fingers in. As soon as she did, her body gave a series of small and tight convulsions. "Oh, ugh....". She was holding her breath... her body shaking harder as her fingers built up speed. "Gaa..." her breath exploded out, her chest and neck flaring red. She slumped in the chair. Her now crimson face looked at me with a dazed expression. "I cum in less than 5 seconds, just thinking about you", she said, slowly leaning forward and reaching towards the camera. "Please take me soon". She turned the camera off. The next day she left me those panties mixed in with one of her homework assignments. ----------------------- I had started immediately locking my classroom door the moment school got out each day ever since Beth and I had had sex. Now, Beth started hanging around outside my door, waiting for me to leave. I kept quietly working on my potion until she would go home. I would hear her giggle once in awhile while I waited. It was like she thought this was all a game... that she could have me whenever she wanted and was just playing with me like a cat with a mouse. In this case, the mouse wanted to play with the pussy too. Who am I kidding? She could have me whenever she wanted. I doubt that I could've resisted her if she pushed even a hair harder. I can't express how much I wanted her. If I wasn't so much of a coward, I probably would have taken her.... No. That's not right. That was just my dark side trying to undermine me again. I knew her attachment was artificial and taking advantage of that was wrong. However, I still found myself questioning my motivations and ethics more and more. I was trying to rationalize everything. Soon, I would succeed and I would give into all my perverted dreams. That Friday, she followed me home. ----------- I came home to my lonely little house, worked out, had a small dinner... watched some television and went to bed. Pretty much my normal boring little routine. At some point, I started having an erotic dream. Beth was kneeling before me, naked. I was seated on a throne and she crawled to me, her eyes hungry and filled with lust. She moved aside my kingly robes and started kissing over my privates, taking my cock in her mouth and giving me an incredible blow-job. I hadn't had a wet-dream in years... the sensations were so strong and vivid. I suddenly realized that the sensations were not just in my dream. Beth was in bed with me, there... right at that moment, naked and sucking on my cock while her hand stroked my shaft up and down. Chemical Concocktion Ch. 02 I pushed her off of me. "Beth, NO!" She stopped herself for a moment. Looking at me, her face obviously filled with lust and wanton desire even in the feeble lighting. "I tried to give you time... but it's so hard. I need you so bad. You don't understand how you make me feel. I just want to touch you, to feel you. Your scent, your taste..." She started to squeeze her breast and tug on her nipple as her other hand started to rub herself between her legs. "Just tasting you just now... it was so good... so..." she collapsed back on the bed, her body shaking. "Please... please fuck me. I've tried to be good. I've tried to behave, but I need you so much. I can't stop myself. I have to have you" She was crying now, tears streaming down her face even as it contorted in pleasure from another orgasm. I could smell her too. The smell of her sex was thick in the air. I couldn't help myself. I grabbed her and pulled her to me. "Yes!" she cried. "Oh, god! Take me. Take me now... hurry!" Her legs split wide for me. I tried to stop myself. I put up arguments against what I was about to do. I tried to convince myself that I would be scum, that I would be arrested, that I would... I slid into her. I cannot accurately describe how good it felt. She was so wet, I slid right in up to my hilt. Every nerve on my shaft was sending me signals. So tight, so warm... and her muscles... I could feel her milking me, feel her muscles contracting and releasing again and again in continuous orgasm. It was paradise. I would fight a dozen wars to be allowed to feel this sensation again. I pulled out.... and pushed back in. I could feel my balls tightening. All my sensations, all my perception seemed centered around my cock. I was going to cum after just two strokes. Somewhere far away, my moral side, my ethical side was screaming. It had already capitulated, but it was yelling something new. I pulled out. "No!!" she wailed, "don't stop... please... don't stop!" Her hands grabbed at my hips, trying to guide me back into her. I pushed her back onto the bed. I yanked open my nightstand and pulled out a condom. I hoped it was still good, it'd been in there for years. I couldn't risk getting her pregnant. I ripped open the condom and started to put it on my dick, still dripping wet from her fluids. Beth saw what I was doing, "oh... yes.... please hurry, I need it. I need it so bad. Please...". Her body was writing on the bed. One hand reached out to me, her other rubbing her clitoris feverishly. I entered her again. Sweet Jesus. The condom helped reduce some of the sensations overloading me, but just barely. I managed to last about a minute, maybe a little more before feeling myself erupt inside of her. It felt more like an eruption than an ejaculation. My body felt like ice being boiled... I was hot but having chills from the intense sensations. I collapsed off to her side, my body quivering. I pulled her to me. She snuggled against me, kissing my chest. "Oh, thank you... thank you... thank you...", she murmured. I could feel a faint burning sensation on my back and something wet traveling down it. A part of me dimly thought that Beth was going to need to trim her fingernails down at some point. I could feel Beth fall asleep next to me as my own drowsiness overtook me. --------------------------------------------- I woke up the next day, the sun streaming in through the window. Beth was still curled up next to me. Her soft breath tickled my chest hair. I kissed her forehead and saw her face break into a smile. She looked up at me with a sly, yet pleased look. "I'm sorry that I broke into your home, but I couldn't stand waiting any longer". As she burrowed her body deeper into my arms, I re-examined everything. I had to know for sure. "Beth, what do you remember about that day you spilled all those chemicals on yourself in my backroom... that day you made flag-girl". Chemical Concocktion Ch. 03 The following is a fictional story involving sex. This is FICTION. If you take it seriously, then you need to have a psychiatric evaluation. Also, if you are under 18 years of age, do not read on. Reading stories with sexual content when you are underage might warp your brain or give you hairy palms or something, I forget which precisely. If you are a hot 18-23 year old female who likes geeky older men, then please email me through the link below. Oh, and if you like the story and want to give me feedback you can use that email too "Beth, that day you spilled my experiment all over yourself... do you think that the experiment might have affected you in some way? Like, I couldn't help but notice how fast your body has changed since it happened. It's not normal to develop so fast and that experiment was filled with a lot of pheromones and hormones". I didn't tell her what my experiment was about. I decided, if she asked, to say that I experimenting on those things to develop a new perfume. If she asked. The last thing I wanted to admit was that I had been trying to create a love potion to enslave women. She looked at me with her eyebrows furrowed. "Maybe. Those chemicals could have hurt me..." she said very seriously. Then she paused, and her face relaxed into a smile, "but they didn't. I'm okay. I'm alright. I love my body now. Before, I looked like a stick. Now," she smiled brilliantly, "I love the way I look and feel. If this was all because that gunk, then maybe you should patent it". "Beth," I hesitated, "do you think it might have affected you in other ways". "Well," she giggled, "it might have made me a little hornier. Ever since that day, I swear all I think about is having sex". She glanced down at my cock and then looked at me with an expectant and humorous grin. "Yeah", I said. "That's kinda my point. You fixated on me. I'm more than twice your age. I'm a nerd and a geek. Do you..." I paused, not wanting to say it because I hated instilling doubt in her. I wanted her to love me, to adore me... but if she thought those feelings were artificially created she might rebel against them. However, as much as I hated it, I just had to know the truth. "Do you think that those chemicals might be the reason why you're so sexually attracted to me?" Her smiled brightened again. Her eyes sparkling, she kissed me soundly, her hands on me, pulling herself against me. "Probably". She looked up into my eyes, still smiling devilishly. "I don't care though". She saw my pained expression. "It's okay. Really. I liked you before that accident, you know. If that stuff did do anything to me... it's been nothing but great. I'd do it again if I had the choice. I'm not worried about having broken that beaker at all. I'm totally okay and not worried about it at all". She lowered her eyes and started kissing my chest with small light kisses... each kiss getting progressively longer. Her hand reached down and started fondling my balls. "I love the way I feel now. I love loving you. Everyone should feel like this!" She started to kiss down my body. I never knew Beth to have ever dated a boy... she always seemed so innocent and withdrawn. But her blowjob she had woken me with earlier and now this one proved she had experience from somewhere. She couldn't be this good with her first one. She bobbed up and down on the head and just below it while one hand cupped my balls and the other slid up and down my shaft. I could feel her tongue press down on my shaft at times. She reached between her legs and started to twirl her fingers in a tight little circle over her clitoris. I could feel her moan travel up through my dick. What a feeling! Oh god. I had never really liked blow jobs much. Women would always gag trying to deep throat me, or their teeth could clip against my cock, or they wouldn't use any force with their sucking.... but now I understood. Fuck yeah! This is what a blow job was supposed to be. A young woman worshipping you. Sucking your cock while slowly moving her head in and blowing down on you as she moved her head back out. Her timing, her motions... oh.... fuck... oh... yes! and she swallowed too. ------------------------------------------- Beth told me her story about the day of the accident. She described her emotions and her thoughts at the time and afterwards, and it was easily evident that it was my chemical cocktail that was responsible for her attraction to me. My concoction really was a love potion. Not only that, but I had totally altered Beth's body, mind, and spirit with it. Any action I did, any word I spoke immediately after her exposure seemed to have imprinted upon her. Basically, anything she had experienced at that moment in time had strongly affected her very being. I thought it was strange that Beth seemed so unconcerned about it all. She hadn't even given it any thought. If I had not asked her about it, she likely would never have even noticed that the potion had changed her. She accepted that she loved and lusted after me and that was more than enough for her, she didn't care why. When I pressed her on it, she responded with, "It feels so good that I don't care why. I wish you could feel as strongly as I do. I know you like me, you might even love me... but there's no way you can care about me as I much as I love you. I wish you could feel this as strongly as I do. It's so beautiful". She stared heavily at me for a moment, a strange, considering look on her face... then, she cast her head down and away, but still glancing at me out of the corner of her eye. She blushed heavily. I thought her expressions must be because she was embarrassed by admitting all this. She elaborated on other things about the accident too. When I had commented, "You are alright. You are", it seemed to have deeply affected her psyche. That one simple comment had apparently healed a lot of her self-confidence and self-esteem issues. My comment, "You need to do what I say", also seemed to written itself into her mind. The potion had caused her to form a link between doing what I said and her newly installed feelings of love and lust. Now, she loved doing what I said and it also turned her on. With just that simple phrase, I had turned her into a sexual submissive. "So, you would you do anything I asked you to?" I queried. "Yes", she said emphatically. "If I told you that I wanted to have anal sex with you?" I felt her nipples harden against my chest. "Yes" she responded. It wasn't an affirmation, it was a statement of fact. She started to nuzzle against me. "Would you do anything? Would you... I don't know... rob a bank for me?" She laughed, "Why would you want me to rob a bank?" "I don't know... I want to know how far you're willing to go for me. How much would be willing to do if I asked you to do something". She looked at me with a totally serious look on her face. "You're testing me. You want to see how much I love you and you're being serious. If I tell you 'anything', you'll think I'm psycho or on drugs, if I say something else, then you'll use that to say that I don't really love you". "Beth", I said, "I really do think that my experiment has changed you. I'm sorry that it has. You can't know how much I love that you want to be with me, but I think those chemicals might have affected you in bad ways. I need to know. I want you to tell me, totally honestly, how far you would be willing to do what I tell you. She looked at me initially with that serious expression, but it changed into one that looked almost pained, "I... I...." she hesitated, seeming to try and fight against herself, one part of her wanting to say, the other part holding her back. Her eyes filled with tears. I was torn between telling her to forget my command and ease her conflict or pushing the issue harder. It occurred to me that the mere fact that she was resisting showed that she still had plenty of limits, but then she spilled everything out in a rush. "I don't want to tell you because I'm scared that you won't accept me, that you'll think I'm crazy... but I need to do what you say and you told me to tell you. So I have to. I have to tell you, honestly, how far would I be willing to go and do what you say". She took a deep shuddering breath in and then slowly released it. "I really would do anything for you. I need to do what you say. I need it". She looked into my eyes, speaking earnestly. "I love doing what you say. I love doing what you say as much as I love smelling you, tasting you... feeling you inside me. It's a part of me now". She started to run her hands over my body. "It turns me on too. Every time I do something that you tell me to, I get horny. Oh, god... you told me to be honest and tell you all this... and I'm doing it and I'm getting hornier the more I say and the more I think about it". She was too. Her nipples were again dark and swollen... her eyes hot and glazed looking. "Oh... if you told me to cum... if you told me... " she was starting to pant. Her face flushed and I could tell she was fantasizing about obeying me in variety of ways. She paused for a moment, then pulled herself rapidly back to the far side of the bed. She looked scared, staring at me with an almost horrified look on her face. She looked away from me. She stuck the knuckle of her index finger in her mouth and started chewing on it, her little nervous habit. Then she started mumbling to herself under her breath, "I haven't been thinking about this. I've just been reacting on feelings. Everything he says, I want to do... I need to do. I need to obey him and the more I do, the better it feels. It feels too good. It'd even turn me on if he told me to get dressed or to brush my teeth or to take out the garbage. Anything he tells me to do turns me on". She paused then... a look of amazement on her face as she turned back to look at me, her finger dropping away from her mouth. In a scared and whispered voice, she said, "Oh my god, I'm your slave... I... I... I want to be your slave". "What did you do to me?", she asked a hint of pleading in her voice. "I don't want this... but I do. I mean, I can't think straight". She shook her head as if trying to clear it. "All I know is that I love this. All of it, but I'm not supposed to. It's supposed to be wrong. What should I do? What should we do?" "Um...", I was flustered. Her admissions scared me, I never meant for any of this to happen. I felt guilt pressing down on me. Could I cure her? I didn't think so. I didn't even know how the potion really worked, it was all theoretical. But, for the sake of honesty, I should admit... I actually liked the effect it had had on her. I'm a guy after all. There isn't a straight man alive who would turn her away. She asked me what she should do.... "Kiss me?" I suggested. I could feel my heart thudding in my throat. Her scared expression escalated to one of horror... but then, ever so slowly, it faded. She started to shake. Her hot and lustful glare started to return, and her face and chest became flushed. She slowly pulled herself to me. Her trembling hands that touched my skin were so hot they felt like they'd burn me. Her mouth came closer to mine. She was panting again. Instead of kissing me, she placed her forehead against my own. She was sweating. "Is that what you want?" she asked, "Is that what you really want?". I didn't answer. I couldn't. I didn't want to damn myself any further. Her lips met mine, ever so lightly. She gasped. Her shaking slowed. She wrapped her arms around me and kissed me again, at first tentatively and then with rising passion. I could feel her mold her body against mine, feel her place her hand behind my neck as she pulled my mouth even deeper into hers. It was the best kiss I ever had. She released the kiss and looked at me, her eyes smoldering. I could smell sex radiating off of her like a thick perfume. Her skin was hot and flushed, her nipples hard. "How could I not do anything you ask me. I would do ANYTHING you tell me to. Anything. Please... please... oh god. Please tell me to fuck you". "Beth" I said, "cum for me". She paused for a second... then she rolled onto her back. her legs spread out and bent at the knees. Her arms reached up and out into the air as if holding an invisible body to her. Her eyes rolled back and she started gasping. She came, her stomach muscles rippling. I was shocked. I must be having a dream. My dick was so hard it ached. A woman was having an orgasm merely because I told her to. I grabbed another ancient condom out of my nightstand. "Beth, fuck me". I have no doubt that she had just orgasmed on command, but that only seemed to have stoked her inner fires. She rolled over to me and silkily draped her body atop mine. She grasped my hardened prick and slid it into her body easily. She started to rock herself against me. "Please," she gasped, "please tell me to do more things". "Beth", I said, trying to think of things as she continued to suck blood from my brain into my cock, "later, I want you play with yourself for me". "No.." she managed to get out while she continued her motions, "I mean, I'll do that... but please, tell me to do things now!" "Kiss me", I said. She moaned as she leaned down and kissed me. I could feel her stop her back and forth motion on my cock. She switched to some kind of circular one and it touched on nerves in me that I had never felt before. I could feel her excitement building in her body as well. "Play with your nipples". She switched to her previous back and forth motion, riding me cowgirl style. Her hands fondled her breasts, tugged gently at her nipples. "Beth, kiss all over my body". She moaned and forced herself down on me further. She bent over and started to kiss my mouth, my neck. She ground her pelvis against mine and I could feel her body spasm again in orgasm. I could feel herself open around the head of my cock, waiting to hold onto my soon to be arriving cum. She was whimpering now... kissing my chest, inhaling my scent. She climaxed again and collapsed against me, her body shivering. I couldn't hold back... I came. It wasn't a torrent this time, but I could feel myself spurting deep inside her. Oh yes! She laid atop me, my arms wrapped around her. Both of us were drowsing. I was still inside of her. Slowly, my member slid out of her. Then it hit me. I had felt myself spurting deep inside of her, but I had been wearing a condom. The one sensation I shouldn't have felt was that of spurting deep inside of her. Fuck. I rolled us to our sides and glanced down. The condom had a very obvious hole at the tip where the stale latex had torn. Oh, fuck me. Chemical Concocktion Ch. 04 I had given up any further resistance. You would have too. To have a gorgeous woman fawning over you... worshipping you... begging you to fuck them. I felt like a conqueror, like a high school quarterback after winning State. I never had a woman as hot as Beth. I never had a woman so sexually excited by me. It was the best sex of my life. Part of me, that good and moralistic side, was also apparently my realistic side as well. It kept on prodding at me, an unforgiving conscience that wouldn't shut up. "She's too young and innocent. She'll wise up eventually and leave you. She'll be ashamed that she ever fucked a loser like you". When that didn't work, it tried, "This is all fake. You brainwashed her with your potion and now you're using her. When she told you that she would make this choice again, that's because it was her brainwashed mind speaking. If the old Beth knew you were taking advantage of her like this... she would hate you". Nope. Nothing. I was not interested in paying attention to my moral self or even reality at that moment. I wanted to savor everything. Beth was my own private hedonistic paradise and I wasn't about to give that up. God help me, I wanted to use her. I wanted her just as she was and there was no way that I would even consider abandoning it. Beth had been worried that her obsession with me would push me away. It hadn't. It had the opposite effect. I was reveling in it. The power she had given me when she admitted that she would do anything I asked... it was as addicting to me as much she had been addicted by the potion. What would you do if a beautiful 18 year old woman admitted that she would eagerly do anything you even hinted at? "and you might have knocked her up" my realistic side snidely commented. "You might have gotten her pregnant. An 18 year old girl who trusted you. You knew those condoms were ancient. Of course one was going to break". That hit pretty hard. I did know those condoms were old. I had to be honest with myself here as well, I was almost 40 years old and didn't have kids. Was there a subconscious part of me that might have wanted to knock Beth up? It didn't matter though, not really. I should be ashamed that I would try and use her to bear my children without her input, but, as she was now, if I loved the idea, she would too. She would welcome it. Also, she had almost graduated from high school... even if she were pregnant, it was close enough to graduation that I could claim innocence and keep my job, later claiming that we had hooked up after her graduation. So, I didn't tell Beth about the broken condom at that point. I didn't want her to worry. If she ended up being pregnant, then we'd deal with it at that point. Right then, I just wanted to enjoy being in the moment. --------------------------- Beth was a smart girl, I knew that from our friendship. I didn't realize how smart though. All the time she had been waiting for me to come around, she had been formulating plans to work out an affair between us. I now realized that I never stood a chance at fending her off, she would have seduced me regardless of my wishes. She had come up with list of lies to cover our elicit meetings from her parents and her friends. Each lie carefully constructed with secondary support, so even if someone checked up on it, the lie would appear as the truth. For example, she had set up a fake website for a senior citizen volunteer service, then told her mother that she was volunteering with it, reading books to stay-at-home senior citizens. We would use these carefully planned lies to meet a couple of times a week. Each time was a hurried moment of fucking. The sex was incredible. I had never lost myself so completely as I did in those moments. It was like I would lose my ability to think, my mind would be reduced to some primitive ape-level, thinking merely of fucking my woman. Like one of the first times..... I got home from work and entered my living room. Beth had arrived earlier and was waiting for me. She was wearing a white blouse and a mid-length red skirt. Knowing with absolute confidence that she was mine, knowing that she wouldn't refuse me... well, that was heady stuff. I wanted her and I was going to take her. She came up to me for a hug, but I grabbed her and kissed her hard. She paused for just a second, surprised.. but then I felt her body melt into mine. She opened her mouth and kissed me back even harder. She smelled of some pineapple/coconut shampoo. I kissed her neck and felt goosebumps jump to attention on her skin. My hand reached up under her shirt and groped her breasts... her nipples were hard, like little pebbles under my hand. I spun her around and leaned her over. Her hands went onto the back of the couch. I lifted her skirt, revealing that she wasn't wearing panties... I felt feral, animalistic. I quickly started getting my pants off. She turned, wanting to help me... I swatted her butt with my hand, "No!" I reached between her legs and rubbed her pussy. It was already so wet. My fingers slipped over her labia... and almost on their own, they slid inside of her. She ground herself against my fingers. I could feel the roughened texture of her g-spot, was is getting larger? The thought slipped quickly through my mind, higher thoughts only staying for fleeting moments. Devoid of my pants and underwear now, I positioned myself and slid into her. She was so lubricated, there was no resistance, just the feeling of pressure and being enveloped in warmth. She moaned, dropping to her elbows on the couch. I started fucking her. Roughly taking her. Her knees buckled for a moment as she threw back her head to give a cry of pleasure. There was a burning need in me to go deeper, to put all of myself up inside of her. I could feel her cervix with the head of my cock, I could feel it spasm, followed by her vagina. It felt so good. I could hear myself slapping against the soft curve of her butt, feel myself going deeply inside of her. It could have been seconds, it could have been minutes, I had no concept of time. I felt her getting wetter, feel her vagina start to milk me with its contractions. She was going to orgasm. Each time I felt her body spasm, I could feel it in my cock... it was almost like we were climaxing together. I reached down and started to rub her clit. That did it. She howled and I could feel her body spasm. I rubbed faster. Her knees started to buckle again and I held her up with my other arm. I pulled out of her, turned her back around and pushed her to her knees, "Suck me" I ordered. Even dazed as she was, she deftly took me in her mouth as her hands started jacking me off. Now it was my turn to feel my legs turn rubbery. She was so good at this. One of her hands went between her legs and started moving frantically. I could feel her body tremble as it to built towards another climax. I was getting closer. Any second... Oh god. I came and she redoubled her efforts, sucking harder and moving her hand faster. I swayed, and felt her mouth open as she started moaning with her own climax. ------------------------- It was after these times that it sometimes got awkward. She would cuddle up against my body and there would be these uncomfortable moments for me. She loved me a little too much, if you know what I mean. She was about one hairsbreadth away from actually worshipping me. You know, I bet if I did tell her to worship me, she would... and she'd love doing it too. Beth's personality was still there, but it was subservient to mine. She seemed to gauge her actions solely for my benefit. If there was something she found funny, she'd laugh... but I could also tell that she was watching to see if I thought it was funny. If I did, she'd increase her laughter. If I didn't, she'd stop. I shouldn't let that kind of thing bother me, but it did. It seemed like the Beth I knew as a friend had been trampled over by the addicted sex kitten. To be completely honest, that didn't bother me much. Okay, it didn't really bother me at all. Actually, I kind of liked it. I missed the old Beth once in awhile, but the power I had over her, I can't explain it... it was... awesome. It was hard to stop myself from using that power. They say that absolute power corrupts absolutely, and who am I to argue against that? I can't begin to tell you how much of a turn-on it is. You need to experience it. I can see why so many men start religious cults. To be loved by their followers, to have them worship you... I mean, it's incredible to wield something like that. When I used to fantasize about creating a love potion, it was no where on the scale of something like this. My fantasies were not as imaginative as this. To be given power on this level... it was too much. I'm only human. Any man would give in and abuse this kind of thing. On the other side of things, I didn't truly know the limits of my power. Sure, Beth made it sound like I had absolute power over her, but maybe she was just telling me that because she thought I wanted to hear it. How could I know for sure? The temptation to test those limits was always present. One of the times that the temptation grew too much for me... I gave in and tried to see how far I could push her. Would she really do anything I suggested? Could I affect her personality? I know, I know, it sounds horrible that I even considered doing such a thing, almost sociopathic... especially when you understand that she had been a friend of mine, but still, what would you have done? Wouldn't you have given in at least once? Just a little bit? "Beth", I said, "do you have any sexual kinks?" "What?" she asked, "No, not that I know of". She paused thoughtfully, "Well, I'm insanely attracted to everything about you, so I guess you'd be my kink". She laid down on top of me... her hair dangling around her pixie face. She kissed my nose while staring into my eyes. "Go ahead, tell me to do something. Tell me to blow you". She grinned mischievously, both of us knowing she would love it if I told her just that. "I want you to think about feet," I said, "think about how sexy feet are". "You're trying to give me a foot fetish!" she scolded, lightly swatting me with her hand. I rolled us over onto our sides. "Are you thinking about how sexy feet are?" I continued, She fidgeted a bit. I could feel her feet starting to rub against one another nervously. "Do you really want to do this?" she asked. I ignored her question. After a momentary pause, "I'm trying..." she whispered, blushing, "but it's not easy". "Now, I want you to think about how it feels when you get excited, how it feels when you orgasm. Try and remember exactly how that feels. Imagine it so much that you can start to feel it". She closed her eyes. "Go back to a time when you were really excited, really horny. Try and relive the experience. Try and recapture all those feelings again, like rewinding your memory and playing it over again, but just experience the sensations, not the actual memories". I paused. "Of course, the more you do what I say, the more you are obeying me and the hornier that makes you" I reminded her. I could feel her nipples harden. Her breathing got shorter, heavier. I could feel her body pressing against mine as she tried to force herself to reenact those feelings. "Now, imagine how sexy feet are... how beautiful they are. Picture yourself admiring them, worshipping them. Imagine yourself smelling the scent and finding it alluring and sexy", I said. She giggled and I swatted her butt. "Be serious. Picture what I'm saying". I continued. "Envision the arch and the length of the toes. The way they feel, the way they taste and smell. I want you to tie those feelings of sexual excitement and orgasm to that. Form a link between those things and tie them together. Whenever you think about feet, you will remember those feelings of excitement and orgasm. Can you do that? She was rubbing her feet against my legs. She slowly moved her body down and started to rub herself onto my leg. "Uh..." she said breathlessly... "that's nasty... smelling and tasting feet. You don't want me to do that, do you?" "No, I didn't say that. I didn't tell you that you could smell or taste anyone's feet. I was saying that you find feet sexy. They turn you on. I bet if you smelled someone's shoe, you'd really get excited. If you could kiss someone's foot then you might even orgasm" She started grinding herself against my leg while still moving her body down mine. I could feel her moistened vagina on my knee now. She was slowly rubbing herself against it, fucking my kneecap. I could feel and hear her panting as she got more and more excited. "Do you want me to kiss your feet?" she asked, looking up at me. I bet she wanted me to tell her to do that. If I told her to, it'd make it easier for her. She could concentrate on the pleasure of obeying that command rather than on the other things I was telling her. "No. I don't. I want you to concentrate on how sexy you find feet. I want to you concentrate on how excited you are getting thinking about them. Her head was now down at my crotch height. She took me into her mouth. I could feel her hand grasping my balls. God, she was good at that. I knew that she was trying to distract me, but I also could tell that my words were still having an effect on her as one of her hands started sliding, almost unconsciously, down my leg. "Beth, I want you to think about worshipping at my feet. Kissing my feet. Feel how excited your body becomes whenever you think about me and then double it as you imagine worshipping at my feet. Imagine yourself with a foot fetish and how turned on you'd feel doing that. Now absorb those feelings into you. Let them become part of you". I could feel her feet playing with mine now. She was trying to grasp and hold onto my feet with her own. "Beth, what do you want right now?" She stopped sucking on me and looked up into my eyes, her face filled with lust. "I want you to fuck me" she said. "What do you think about my feet?" I asked innocently, "and be honest" I added. "I don't know", she answered, "I can picture everything you said... I can feel it a little too... I can feel it affecting me". "Do you really want to change me like this?", she asked. One of her hands was already reaching down towards my feet. It was sliding down my shin, down my ankle. I didn't answer her, I couldn't answer her. I reached down and stroked her nipple. She gasped and her hand moved down to my foot. Her hand reached my foot and paused... her head arched up... and then, "Oh God!" she gasped out. She spun around and dived onto my feet. She started to kiss my feet while one of her hands started rubbing her swollen clit. "Oh, God", she exclaimed, "you are doing something to me". She stroked my foot with her hand and started to kiss the top of it. "I can feel it right now. Worshipping your feet is turning me on. Oh, God... it's making me horny. You really can make me do anything." "and it's not just you...", she paused to kiss my feet several times in succession, "I mean, being around you makes me so hot anyway, but I can't get your words out of my head. I'm horny and all I can think about is linking those feelings to worshipping your feet... any feet. It's getting stronger the more I think about it". She slipped a finger into her wet pussy while she started to suck on my toes. "I can't stop thinking about how sexy they are shaped... how I love their scent... how..." I could feel a tremor run through her. "Oh, damn... I can feel your words changing me. I can feel it, right now. I never would have wanted to kiss anyone's feet before and now... now..." her body spasmed again. She licked the top of my foot and I could feel her body shudder. "Tell me to, to..." her body spasmed as she continued her masturbation. "The more I think about everything you said, the more I can feel it. It's like its building on itself". She started to suck on my toes, moaning as she did so. "Cum, I replied. She kissed my foot and I could feel her orgasm start. She kissed my foot harder, then slipped several of my toes into her mouth. Her other hand was now moving frantically inside of her. She came, gasping and writhing uncontrollably. You'd think that maybe she was just agreeing with me, playing along; that I really didn't so easily instill a kink into her. Well, I might have thought so to... except that later she started recording shoe commercials and collecting sock & shoe catalogs so she could have some masturbatory material. At school, I caught her staring at her fellow students feet. At my home, she'd beg to be able to worship and massage my feet. My slightest word could affect her very being. I felt like a god. So, it wasn't Beth's new personality that caused those awkward moments between us, it was the part of me that relished the control I had... and the desire to use that power. I hated that part of me. Things were awkward because I was fighting the urge to totally descend into depravity, to completely use Beth for whatever I wanted. I was struggling to stop myself from molding and experimenting on her mind further, stopping my urge to alter her to my slightest whim. Beth knew that I had a love/hate relationship with that chemical concoction and what it had done to her, but I don't think she fully comprehended why it bothered me. Beth wished that I could enjoy what she felt and abandon my conflicted emotions. She actually thought that the potion had given her more clear-mindedness and total happiness. Brainwashed reply, right? You don't know the half of it. I guess I should have seen it coming. She had left hints after all. She totally loved her new personality and her new body. She couldn't help but love it. Chemical Concocktion Ch. 05 For the next couple of weeks, Beth and I kept ourselves in proper form at school. She stopped flirting with me, almost ignoring me most of the time, as I did her. The risk for us being caught in a relationship was just too great. Still, she would occasionally manage to shake her posse of infatuated boys and share lunch with me like she used to. I still worked on my potion... it was finally back to the point when Beth had been exposed. I was fruitlessly trying to come up with ways to test it. I did some animal testing, but I didn't know what I was looking for. Changes in brain chemistry was not something I could find with a high school microscope. I had briefly thought about destroying the potion at one point, especially considering how hard it was for me to avoid playing with Beth's mind. If a government got wind of it, they could rule the world forever. I knew, morally and ethically, that I should destroy all the samples and forget about this research but it was just too powerful. My greatest fantasies had been surpassed by this potion. I knew there was no way I was going to actually get rid of it. I felt this strange need to mouth words of guilt... but I actually didn't really feel any. I had given up any plans to test the potion in order to try and find an antidote, now I only wanted to test it to find its limits. ----------- One Friday after school, about two weeks before finals, Beth came back into my classroom, with the intention of leaving for the weekend with me. She had already made her fictitious excuses to her mother... not that her mom ever seemed to care where Beth was. Normally, we avoided each other on the school grounds, but Beth had convinced me that, being a Friday, everyone else was probably already gone. "Are you going to be here long?" She asked. "No, I'm just finishing cleaning things up. I should be done in about 20 minutes." I thought about telling her to do the cleaning up for me, knowing that commanding her to do even simple chores would sexually excite her... but I tried to be very careful about stirring up anything with her at school after our last incident. "Okay." She wandered into my backroom, I thought she was going back to look at some of the lab animals. A few minutes later, she came out and appraised my cleaning skeptically. "Twenty minutes, huh? Well, if you're thirsty, I could get you a soda to drink... looks like you have a ways to go, you dirty man." I actually was a little thirsty. I had just opened a can of soda a minute or so ago... but I couldn't remember where I had placed it. I tossed Beth some change and she skipped lightly out of the room. She came back a moment later and set my new can of soda on the counter, already opened for me. She stared at me, while blushing heavily. Yeah... even doing the simplest things for me affected her. She really was my slavegirl, excited by even doing the most mundane chores for me. I looked forward to having her do lots of things this weekend. That's when Jennifer showed up. Jennifer was one of the senior cheerleaders. When I used to watch the footage from the girls locker room's hidden webcam, she was one of my favorites. Perfect C-cup breasts that looked so good that you'd swear they were fake. I was never especially fond of blondes, but Jennifer was a distinct exception. She was a true blonde too. She kept a little neatly trimmed blonde runway above her pussy. She was utterly beautiful. The girl that everyone wanted but no one could have. I thought she was dating some college-boy, but I didn't really know. I had my Beth and although I was a little curious as to what having Jennifer would be like, I was not greedy. I never seriously thought about using my love potion on her. Sorry, did I say "never seriously"? I meant "never". It had never occurred to me. She was not the most studious of girls and I knew she was here to beg for a higher grade. She was close to failing right now and she would need my class to graduate. She quickly confirmed my suspicion when she asked if I could talk with her about her grades. "Beth, can you give us a few minutes?" I asked. Beth gave a start, her old shy demeanor coming back to her... "but..." she began awkwardly. "Beth, Jennifer needs to discuss some things with me and we need to do so in private. You can come back in a few minutes." Beth started walking up and reached towards the soda can she had left for me. "but..." she interjected again. "No, not another word..." I said, "and leave the soda. I haven't had it yet." Beth paused for a moment and she quietly exited the room her head hanging low. I finished straightening a pile of papers and found my first can of soda. I picked up the one Beth had just brought me and handed it to Jennifer, "Want a soda?". Jennifer smiled, showing off her perfect teeth and smile. "Sure," she said, taking the can. Just like I predicted, Jennifer told me that she was worried about failing my class and now, with just a few weeks left in the term, she was begging for extra credit. I already knew she was going to pass. She was close to passing and I didn't want the headache of hearing from her parents and the administration about holding her back, so even if she tanked the rest of the term, I was still going to give her a passing grade. At least, I thought, maybe I could give her some busy work so it would seem like she earned it. Jennifer took a drink of soda. "Okay, Jennifer, I can give you some extra credit... you need to write a three page paper about Mendel's experiment's with peas." She wasn't paying attention to me. She was staring at her drink with a puzzled expression on her face. "This tastes weird," she said... then added, "it tastes really good" in a distant tone of voice. She took another large drink from the soda can, then another. "Jennifer, are you paying attention to me?" I asked, she slowly raised her eyes to mine and when they met, she let out a soft gasp. She stared deeply into my eyes, her face going slack. I had a sense of deja-vu, but I hadn't made the connection yet. Jennifer started to drink from her can again, guzzling it down. She was acting all spaced-out "Jennifer, stop drinking and listen to me." I admonished. She set the almost empty can down. "Jennifer, you're a smart girl... you just need to put some time in to study. You need to be more organized." Jennifer was nodding along to what I was saying, her attention focused on me. I heard a loud gasp from the doorway. I turned and saw Beth standing there with a horrified expression on her face. "Did you drink the soda?" she asked, nervousness and panic barely controlled in her voice. "What?" I asked, "No, I gave it to Jennifer... I found my soda from earlier," showing her the can in my hand. I glanced down at Jennifer who continued to stare at me in rapt attention. Beth stared back and forth between Jennifer and myself. She walked quickly to where we were at. "Jennifer, did you drink the soda?" Beth asked, kneeling down next to Jennifer's seat. "Yes, it was delicious," Jennifer replied blankly, her eyes not leaving the study of my face. Then Beth did something that took me totally by surprise. She reached over, took Jennifer's face in her hands, turned it to face her, and kissed Jennifer hard on the lips. Jennifer paused for a moment, her eyes still on me, then she redirected onto Beth and started kissing her back... more and more passionately with each second. What the hell?!? Beth had to forcibly push Jennifer back. Jennifer struggled against her for a moment, trying to deepen the kiss, and when that was broken, she tried to nuzzle against Beth's neck... all the while taking large inhalations of Beth's scent. Jennifer was flushed, panting. Her eyes were glazed. She gave a lust-filled, smoldering glare at Beth. Beth looked down at the can of soda and back to Jennifer's lips. She licked her lips hesitantly, then shook her head violently. "Jennifer, you need to do whatever I say. You love to do what I say and you need to do what I say," Beth ordered. Jennifer reached out towards Beth. Beth backed up and gave a large, nervous, exhale as she rubbed her temples, averted her gaze, and appeared to try and concentrate. Jennifer paused and turned back towards me. She started to reach for me.... "Dan, get out of here!" urged Beth. "What?!? What's going on, what's..." I spluttered, What was wrong with her? What was wrong with Jennifer? She was acting like... like when Beth had been exposed to the potion! It hit me all at once, I suddenly made all the connections. Beth being so happy after her exposure and wanting to share it with others; her being upset with my conflicted emotions, her wanting me to experience what she had... she spiked my soda! She must have gotten the potion from the backroom and then added it to the soda. Only, it hadn't been me that had drank it, it had been Jennifer! I glanced at the classroom's door, it was still open. Anyone could walk by. Dammit! What if the potion didn't work like it had before? What if it worked differently on different people? Beth liked me before she had been exposed to the potion, what would happen to Jennifer since she hadn't been attracted to me before being exposed? Jennifer could be screaming "teacher molestation" any moment. "Dan, you need to get out of here now!" Beth again urged. I didn't know what to do. I hadn't had time to think. I didn't know how to undo any of it. I just wanted to avoid causing more damage. Why had Beth kissed her? Why did she want me to leave? My mind was reeling as it tried to figure out all the implications of what was going on. I made a decision. Fuck it. I bent forward, lifted Jennifer's face towards mine and kissed her. I could feel heat coming off her body, see her eyes close as I approached. She kissed me back passionately. I could hear her give off faint little gasps and moans. She started to come into my arms, but I pushed her back. This was too exposed here. Jennifer's eyes met mine, her pupils were now so wide that they had almost taken over her irises, making them look entirely black. Even through her sweater, I could see her erect nipples. She was panting and was covered in a light sheen of sweat. I was thinking hard and fast. I knew that even small comments had heavily affected Beth during her exposure. I tried to think of what I had told Jennifer. What should I say now? How long would this exposure phase last? Beth thought that her phase had only lasted a few minutes after she had been exposed, but I didn't know how big or small of a dose Beth had spiked Jennifer's soda with... the phase might last only a few more seconds, I really didn't know. Okay, I thought, I should keep this simple, maybe I could still fix things. I had to try. "Jennifer," I said, "You need to do what I say. You love doing what I say". Beth suddenly chimed in again, "Jennifer, I want you to forget about coming here this afternoon. Forget about the soda, forget Mr Deering and I kissing you... forget this entire experience. Do you understand? You can never tell anyone about me or Mr Deering kissing you. I want you to totally and utterly forget that happened. Do you understand me?" She looked at Beth and then me for a moment, dazed but still filled with lust, "Yes, I think so." I stared at Beth. What was she doing? Was she trying to save me in case the potion didn't work on Jennifer like it had on her? Would giving Jennifer amnesia over the incident actually work? Wouldn't it be better to just accept Jennifer as a new slavegirl and work on the problem from that angle? The thing was, I didn't really know what she was trying to do. I knew how the potion was made, but Beth had intimate knowledge of how the potion actually worked on a person, seeing as she had been its first victim. She could be trying to protect me, but then again, she had just spiked a soda for me with the potion. Could the potion's affect maybe wearing off of Beth? Could she be planning some kind of revenge for me taking advantage of her potion-induced lust? I just didn't know. "Jennifer," Beth continued, "I want you to go to the back of the classroom, have a seat, and take a nap. If anyone sees you, you will tell them that you are just tired and needed a nap. When you wake up, you won't remember those things I mentioned earlier and you will just go home. Do you understand?" "Yes," Jennifer mumbled, still staring at me and looking somewhat frustrated. Beth helped her up and moved her to the back of the room. I took the offending soda can and dumped its contents down the sink. I rinsed the can thoroughly and tossed it in the trash. The whole time I was doing this mundane task, my brain was on overdrive. What if Beth had succeeded in giving me the potion? What commands would she have given me? This was just too close. I thought I could trust her. Instead, she had almost brainwashed me! The more I thought about it, the angrier I became. [i]That little bitch! What was she thinking?!?[/i] What was I going to do about Jennifer? Would she actually forget everything as Beth had ordered her to or would she be bonded to me and to Beth? What things had I said to her while she was drinking the soda? Any comment I had made might cause serious complications. Did I even want Jennifer to forget the incident? She was gorgeous. There was a part of me that was tempted to turn her into another sex slave. Damn tempted. After all, if she had already been exposed to the potion, maybe it would be better to take her in and just accept that it was an accident. It had worked on Beth after all... well, except for Beth secretly trying to brainwash me, that is. Yeah. Maybe one slave was enough for now, at least until I knew more. Jennifer had set her head down on her table and appeared to be asleep. Beth nervously came over to me. She wouldn't meet my eyes. I grabbed her arm and pulled her into my back room. "What were you thinking?!?" I demanded in a harsh whisper, "and be honest!" I added coldly. Her eyes filled with tears. "I wanted you to love me as much as I love you, so you could be happy. I wanted you to stop worrying about what you'd done to me and just enjoy everything." She started to cry. "Why did you kiss Jennifer?" "Because I know what the potion feels like, how it might affect someone," she tried to explain. Her eyes and nose reddened as her tears fell heavier. "At first I thought you had taken the potion and were bonding to her... and I just wanted you for me." She sobbed for a moment. I stood there coldly. "Then, when I found out that she had drunk it, I knew she'd bond to you... but I didn't want you to choose her over me. I know she's prettier than I am." She was sniffling heavily. I didn't move. "So I kissed her to make her bond to both of us. So you couldn't choose one of us over the other. I'm sorry." She started sobbing again. I could see her point. The potion had altered Beth's body... and my comments during her exposure had made her accept herself as "okay & alright", but she always held people like Jennifer as being more attractive than "okay". She knew how people reacted to Jennifer and thought I'd do the same. Basically, in her heart, Beth would always feel inferior to Jennifer. I could see her point, but she had almost knowingly brainwashed me. "Beth, you said that you would do anything I say... that you can't say 'no" to me." She nodded her head in agreement, still crying. I grabbed her arm roughly and shook her. "Beth, you are to NEVER try and use that potion on me again. NEVER!" I whispered harshly. "You will NEVER do anything like that ever again. Don't even think it!". She looked at me with a scared expression on her face. "No, I promise. I won't." I pulled her to me and hugged her. She broke out into renewed sobs. "I just wanted to make you happy like you made me. I'm so sorry. Please don't hate me." I pushed her back for a moment, "Beth, I love you too. I will never abandon you. I promise." She molded herself to my body, squeezing out any empty space between us. Even as angry as I was, I couldn't help but want to forgive her. She was the best thing that had ever happened to me. "I love you so much," she whispered. "So, what do we do about Jennifer?" I asked. "Do you think that she will actually forget what happened?" "I don't know," Beth replied, sniffling and reaching for a paper towel. "You never asked me to forget anything before. I know the other comments you made with me really affected me, so maybe she will." "One way to find out," I said. "We'll have to wake her up in a few minutes and see." --------------- Jennifer awoke feeling somewhat dizzy. Her head felt thick, almost like a fog was covering her thoughts. Her body felt... swollen, strange. It was almost as if.... she couldn't continue the thought. A frustrated horniness gripped her, like feeling like she had been about to climax but denied at the last second. "Jennifer, you need to wake up." She opened her eyes and looked over where the voice had been coming from. It was Mr Deering... her science teacher. She glanced around the room, confused. How did she get here? As she looked at Mr Deering, she felt... so strange. She could feel her mind steering around something, like a car swerving around a large pothole. She must have been having a wet dream because she was horny when she woke up and the sensation only seemed to be getting stronger. "I'm sorry," she mumbled, "I was just tired and needed a nap." She immediately got up from her desk and stumbling, walked out of the classroom. She was dimly aware of Mr Deering starting to help her, but being held back by Beth. When she got home, her thoughts were a little clearer. She had forgotten that she needed to talk to Mr Deering about her grade in his class. Dammit. She thought about turning around and going back to talk to him, but she felt so muddled. It would just have to wait until Monday. She was supposed to go out with the gang later tonight. Usually on a Friday afternoon, she'd watch a movie on cable or chat on the phone... but she realized, she really did have a lot of schoolwork to do. She went up to her room. It was so messy, she didn't even know where her long-neglected schoolbooks were at. She sighed. [i]Well, may as well get started[/i], she thought. She got on her knees and started organizing the piles of clutter scattered throughout her room. As she worked, she found herself getting horny again. She thought about stopping her cleaning and frigging herself a bit... an orgasm would feel so good and she hadn't felt so horny in a long time. But, she really needed to be more organized. An hour later, her room was cleaner than it had been in years. She glanced around, looking for anything else to organize. God, she was horny. Now that her room was clean, maybe she could spare a minute to ease her frustration? Her eyes were still glancing around the room and fell upon her schoolbooks. She really should study. That's why she had started cleaning after all. She opened her biology textbook. She didn't know where to start. She didn't even know what chapter the class was on. Well, there was only one place to start. She turned to page 1. As she tried to read, she felt her horniness increasing. It got harder and harder to concentrate. [i]Harder[/i], she thought, [i]hard and harder would be so good right now[/i], Her hands started to play with her breasts as she continued her attempts to read. Her hands stroked the underside of her tits, then she brought her hands up, over her nipples. Her body shuddered in pleasure. She reread her last paragraph as one of her hands slowly slid down from her breast and onto her abdomen. She was proud of herself, she was a smart girl. This studying was actually fun, she just wished she wasn't so horny. Her hand slipped lower. She took her other hand from her breast and turned to page 2... she started to rub herself through her jeans. [i]God, this was so exciting[/i]! She read faster, engrossed... seemingly not noticing her hand unbuttoning and slipping inside her pants. She was so excited that the words seemed to flow right out of her, just like her juices were now openly flowing into her panties. She didn't comprehend what she was reading, but dammit, it just felt so good! Chemical Concocktion Ch. 05 She was so wet and touching herself felt so good. She leaned back in her chair and tilted her head back. She pulled at her nipple and felt an orgasm starting. Her pants were in the way, she could touch her clit, but couldn't reach deep enough to slip a finger inside of her. A finger wasn't enough anyway. She wanted more than a finger. She wanted... she wanted to make out with... unbidden, the image of a girl appeared in her mind, that of a shy, quiet nerdy girl, and Jennifer's lust spiked even higher. [i]No![/i] She forced her mind away from the girl's image. [i]I'm not gay[/i], she thought as she steered herself away from the thought. Instead, she needed a man... a cock inside of her. She started to think of her ex-boyfriend, Tom... but his image didn't give her the heat she needed. Frustrated, she stopped her ministrations and turned back to her textbook, starting to try and read again. She got through a few more sentences as her horniness overtook her again. Maybe she should just give up studying. It was so hard to concentrate. She was a smart girl, but she was so far behind in her studies and her horniness was making it difficult to understand anything right now. She needed someone to help her get up to speed. She thought of her science teacher, Mr Deering. He could help her. Her hands started touching her body again. [i]He could help me. Oh, god! I'd love him to help me[/i]. Her mind started developing a fantasy where he was helping her study, get organized... and they started kissing. She felt a shudder run through her body. This was the heat she needed. She pushed her pants down to her ankles. Her fingers rubbed on the outside of her panties. They were so slick with her wetness. She pictured him touching her. Kissing her... [i]oh god, that was so hot![/i] She knew he was a teacher, that he was older than her... but that made it all the better. It was forbidden. She pulled her panties aside and slipped a finger inside of her. Tom had been a decent boyfriend, but he had only been using her for sex. Mr Deering though, he cared. Her finger moved faster. Her other hand slipped down, pushing hard on her abdomen as it slipped down farther and farther. Mr Deering thought she was smart. He saw the true person that Jennifer was... He saw her was a smart girl... a girl who needed a smart man. [i]I bet he's a good kisser. He looks like a good kisser[/i]. She pictured him kissing her down below... on her pussy. No one had done that before to her, but she could picture it now. She envisioned his mouth working down there, his lips. Her one hand was frigging herself hard, two fingers inside of her working like a jackhammer while the other one was making tight circles on her clit. She pictured him kissing her pussy.... [i]oh, god! That would feel so good![/i] Then, she had a flash of another... of a girl, what was that girl's name?!? She pictured the girl kissing her mouth while Mr Deering continued with his sucking & kissing of her other lips and that image threw her over the edge. Her body started shaking, convulsing. She slipped out of her chair and onto the floor. The sensations just got better and better, she was climaxing, but it felt like a deeper one was coming. She didn't want to think about the girl, she wasn't gay... but oh god! She felt herself squirting out, spraying. She couldn't hold it in, she wailed in pleasure as her body experienced an amount of pleasure it had never before experienced. The sensations ebbed. She felt so relaxed, so content... so exhausted. Her eyes slowly closed and felt her consciousness slip from her, her pants still around her ankles, her hands still near her vagina, and a contented smile on her flushed face. Chemical Concocktion Ch. 06 Jennifer woke up when she heard her parents get home. She picked herself off of the floor, amazed at how relaxed she felt. I guess I needed that she thought. She walked smoothly into her bathroom and washed her dried fluids from her hands. She glanced up into the mirror, Are my breasts getting larger? They certainly seemed like it. Her hands lifted her bosom, weighing her c-cup breasts. New tingles greeted her. They had never seemed so deliciously sensitive before. She lightly rubbed her nipples with her forefingers and she felt a spark travel from both breasts into her cunt. Oh, that's nice! She started to fondle her breasts more aggressively. She heard her her father calling her to come downstairs for dinner. After yelling back that she'd be down in a minute, she went to get dressed again. Her bra strained to hold in her mounds. Her breasts were definitely getting larger. -------------- After dinner, she headed out to the mall with her friend and fellow cheerleader, Myesha. They were at the Bed, Bath & Beyond store trying to find a new shampoo, when Jennifer found one that was a pineapple/coconut mix. It was an incredible scent that evicted a sense of deja-vu from her. It was absolutely wonderful. She took in long deep whiffs and with each one, she felt lust rising a little higher from somewhere deep inside her. She didn't know why, but the smell was affecting her like nothing else had ever previously. She felt a hand on her shoulder, "Jenn? You okay?" asked her friend Myesha. Surprised, Jennifer wheeled around and looked at her friend, dropping the shampoo bottle on the floor where it spilled out onto the tile. Freed from the bottle, the shampoo's smell rose up to Jennifer's nose in even greater amounts. She felt her lust spike to an even higher level. I'm not gay, Jennifer tried to remind herself, but the odor made her so horny and Myesha suddenly looked so attractive standing there with her lips... her lips, almost as if wanting... Jennifer kissed her. She put her arms around Myesha and pulled her close. I'm not gay, she repeated silently to herself as she felt Myesha's mouth open to hers. Jennifer broke the kiss and started kissing her friend's neck and moved her arms over Myesha's back, holding her body even closer. She went for another kiss while slipping her thigh between Myesha's legs. Myesha was stunned. She had never thought of Jennifer as a lesbian... this took her totally by surprise. She went along for a moment, not knowing what else to do, but then she pushed Jennifer away. "Whoa, girl", she admonished. She stared at her friend. "What do you think you are doing?". She glanced around the store to check if anyone had seen what had happened. Jennifer was breathing heavy, her eyes smoldering with lust as she stared at her friend. That kiss was so hot, the smell so alluring... it was almost as if she was living out a deep sexual fantasy that she'd never thought of before. She needed another kiss. She took a step towards her friend. Myesha didn't understand what was going on. Jennifer was acting totally strange. She never thought Jenn was gay, and yet, Jenn was staring at her with pure unadulterated lust. Whatever was going on, inside of a store was definitely not the place to find out. She grabbed Jenn's hot and sweaty hand and pulled her outside. -------------------------------------------- Stepping into the cool spring air snapped Jennifer out of her strange state. The smell was stripped from her nose and she felt herself calming. Suddenly, she could feel how soaked her panties were as they turned cold in the light breeze. She could feel her excited nipples initially tingle in the breeze before returning to a more normal quiet state. Myesha continued to pull her friend to her car. Once inside, Myesha stared at her expectantly. "Well?!?" she asked. Jennifer didn't know what to say. She didn't know what she had been doing. Her high levels of lust were almost gone now and when she looked back at the time in the store, the memories seemed filled with fog. Myesha prodded her, "What exactly did you think you were doing in there?". Jennifer blushed. "I don't know. All of a sudden, I was just so horny and you were there and I couldn't stop myself". "And that's it?!?" demanded her friend. "You kiss me, in public, almost grope me... and then just say you were 'horny?" Her friend stared at her. Jennifer just blushed harder, she didn't know what to say. Myesha continued, "It was Sarah, wasn't it?" "What?" responded Jennifer, confused. "It was Sarah. She told you what happened between me and her and you just wanted to see for yourself. I was just experimenting, all right? If you asked, I would have told you. You didn't have to do that." Myesha angrily turned away and started the car. They drove in silence for a moment. Jennifer was trying to process everything. She didn't understand what had happened to her in the store, why she so suddenly had gotten so turned on, or why she had kissed her friend. She was also trying to understand her friend's surprise confession. Was Myesha a lesbian? "Um..." said Jennifer, "it wasn't like that. I didn't know anything about you and Sarah. It was just lately... just today... I had some weird feelings. When we were in the store, I got them again, only stronger... a lot stronger." She was beet red admitting this. Myesha pulled into an empty parking lot. "Do you mean that?" she asked, after she had turned off the car. She turned towards Jennifer. "Do you really mean that?" "Um, yeah. I was... um. Touching myself. Earlier.... I thought of this girl and all of a sudden I got really turned on. I don't think I'm gay. I still like guys... only..." she was stammering, totally flustered. Myesha moved closer to her. "It's okay. There is one way to know for sure." Jennifer looked at her, her shame clearly evident from her face. Myesha's words offered hope though and she grasped at it. "How?" Myesha reached over, took Jennifer's hands, and kissed her soundly on her lips. -------------------------------- Jennifer didn't know what to do. She knew that it was her actions earlier that instigated all of this, but now, well, Myesha wasn't turning her on. She just felt awkward. She knew Myesha since childhood though and didn't want her to feel bad. She'd just play along. Things won't go too far, we're in a parking lot, right? The fact that she had nearly dry-humped her friend in a department store just a few minutes previously didn't even register in her mind. Myesha was giving forth a concentrated effort, the public view of the parking lot appearing to not make a whit of difference. She was kissing Jennifer, nuzzling her cheek with her nose. She started nuzzling Jennifer's ear, Jenn remained stiff and unresponsive. Myesha was already excited. That kiss in the store... that was something she had fantasized about for a long time and she wasn't going to let Jennifer stop with just that tease. She started nuzzling Jenn's neck and felt goosebumps spread under her light touch. She grinned. She was getting to her friend. Jennifer had to admit, what Myesha was doing felt good. She didn't know what to do though. While part of her struggled with the awkwardness of her current situation, a different part was trying to analyze and understand what happened to bring this all about. Why did I get so excited about Myesha in the store? Something about that smell. She felt arousal start inside of her. Where had she smelled that scent before? Myesha was kissing her neck now and Jennifer could feel herself starting to get damp. She closed her thighs self-consciously. Myesha noticed the gesture and one of her hands slipped down to stroke Jenn's thigh. "You liked kissing me in the store, didn't you?" she murmured in Jenn's ear. Jennifer thought of the kiss in the store. Kissing her. The Kiss. She felt her arousal spike higher. She couldn't help herself, the idea of kissing was so hot. She moved her head and kissed Myesha now, slipping her tongue into the young black girl's mouth. Myesha smiled and slid her hand higher on Jenn's thigh. Jenn was trying to track down the memory of the scent... of the kiss? The more she tried to think about it, the thicker the fog she felt fall across her thoughts and the more excited she became. One of her hands reached out and touched Myesha's breast. She heard a gasp in reply. Now, Jennifer became the aggressor. She wasn't picturing her friend in front of her any longer. Instead, she was picturing that geeky girl... that smart one in her mind's eye. She remembered now, that girl was in some of her classes and her name was Beth. God, Beth is so hot. I can't believe I never noticed her before now. She pictured Beth with her soft pouty lips and her deep brown eyes as she started to kiss down Myesha's neck towards her collar. One of her hands was unbuttoning Myesha's shirt, the other one was sliding up her friend's exposed thigh... steadily moving higher under the cover of the young black woman's skirt. Myesha suddenly realized where they were. She wanted to make out, but they were so exposed just sitting in a parked car and things were going faster and farther than she had expected or even hoped. She pushed Jennifer's hand from her shirt and tried to button it back up, but Jenn used that opportunity to reach higher on Myesha's leg. Jenn's fingers started to rub on the outside of Myesha's wet panties. Oh, god! That feels sooo good! Better than any boy who had ever touched me. Still, this was wrong. They were going to get caught. She had started off as the hunter, but now she felt like a fox cornered by a hound. She closed her legs tightly on Jenn's hand, trapping it. She grabbed the other girl's hands and pushed them away. Jennifer just smiled. "Beth, open your legs. Now". Myesha was too far gone in lust and in fear of being discovered to notice the name Jennifer used. She felt Jenn push harder with her hand and even with Myesha's legs tightly closed, she felt Jenn's fingers pressing her panties into her wet vagina. Jenn kissed her again, reaching up with her other hand and cupping her friend's breast. Myesha lost her resistance for a moment, her legs opening slightly... and Jenn used the opportunity to slide her friend's panties aside and slip her fingers inside of Myesha's heated cunt. Myesha lost all control after that. It just felt too good and she wanted it too much. She was riding Jennifer's nimble fingers. She was pressing back against the seat, gasping. She was getting so close... so, so close. Jennifer was running an ongoing fantasy in her head. It was Beth, not Myesha, she was touching and kissing. Her lust was uncontrollable. She wanted that girl and she was going to have her. She bent down low and started to kiss Myesha's thigh. Myesha felt Jennifer kissing her leg higher and higher. Her legs spread open of their own volition. She felt Jennifer's tongue brush her clit and she immediately climaxed... wave after wave crashing down upon her. After the waves of pleasure started to ebb, she felt so tired. She knew that Jenn was still horny, but she felt wasted. Her hands were trembling as she placed them on the steering wheel. Jennifer was still hot. One of her hands idly stroked herself through her pants. The thing was, she didn't want Myesha. Everything she had done was because she had been thinking of that girl, Beth. She barely knew the girl, but there was something about her that drove Jennifer crazy. She slowly stopped her hands traveling across her body and self-consciously started to straighten her clothes. She felt her lust calming down and felt a semblance of her normal self return. What have I done?!? She thought to herself. As her libido quieted, the implications of her actions started to rain down on her. "Oh my god, I'm a lesbian. I... I... kissed my friend's pussy. Jennifer stopped her hands traveling across her body and started to straighten her clothes. "Oh, god Jenn... that was awesome, can I see you later tonight?" asked her dazed friend hopefully. "Um... Myesha, I don't know. This is all so strange. I think I need some space for awhile. I need to understand what's going on". Myesha looks hurt but she'll get over it, thought Jennifer. She turned and looked out the window as the car started up and on it's way. There was no denying it. She might not be totally gay, but she was definitely gay for Beth. Just thinking of her turned her on. She was going to have to do something about that. The two friends drove in silence back to her house. Chemical Concocktion Ch. 07 She stood frozen, unable to move a muscle. He slowly unbuttoned her blouse, not saying a word. The acoustics in the confined area amplified everything. She could hear his fingers lightly rasp over the material of her shirt as he went from button to button. She could hear her breathing getting heavier with each one undone. Two buttons left. He pulled the blouse out from under her skirt to reach the final ones. She could feel the smooth material slide against her skin as he did so. It was now unbuttoned. He slipped it from her shoulders, down off her body and onto the tiled floor. He did so smoothly, fully intent on having the material move ever so lightly against her. Goosebumps sprang into existence wherever she felt the light caresses. Oh god. She felt his hands on her shoulders, sliding down her body as he walked around to her back. She could feel and hear him sniff her hair, feel his nose nuzzling against her neck. Her breathing was becoming more labored. He unbuckled her bra, then gently slid the straps off her shoulders. The bra cups tenuously hung off her breasts, her erect nipples catching the material and preventing it from falling further. He kissed her shoulder, and she felt his fingertips run down her back. Her heart was pounding in her chest. She wanted him, no... she needed him. She wanted to grab him, to shove her nipples into his mouth, to force her cunt down upon his stiff cock. She wanted to feel her nails dig into his back, wanted to... but she couldn't. She was frozen, unable to move a muscle. He bent down and pulled her skirt off her body. She felt his fingers slide up her legs; first the left, then the right. Her knees felt weak. He reached for her panties and then pulled down one side, kissing where the fabric had been. The heat from his mouth felt scalding. She was so damp between her legs. She knew he could smell her, could sense the torrid humidity there, but he didn't reach toward her boiling need. Instead, he replaced where the panty had been covering and moved on. His hands slid down her thighs again. Then, he placed one hand on her buttock. His firm grip weakened her knees again. She wanted to fall to the floor and onto him, but she was frozen, unable to move a muscle. I'm frozen, unable to move a muscle. Oh god! Every time that realization hit her, she felt her arousal reach a little higher. Except, the greater her pleasure went, the more she wanted to move, to kiss and touch him. The conflict was driving her body insane. He stood up and turned away from her momentarily to turn on the shower. How did he know? I never told him about that. The day she had been exposed to the potion, Dan had told her to enter the lab's shower... and when she had, a part of her had somehow imprinted the experience into her. Ever since, standing in a shower or the rain was incredibly erotic to her. She would orgasm for minutes on end as her shower head sprayed onto her cunt... it's pulsating force almost as pleasurable as Dan was to her. She would take two or three showers a day, stopping only after the hot water would run out. She had been embarrassed by this new and addictive fetish, never telling or hinting to anyone, not even Dan. Yet, here she was standing in Dan's bathroom, next to a running shower, and about to be driven insane by desire, being punished for trying to slip him the potion and instead, accidentally dosing Jennifer the cheerleader earlier that day. . "You are frozen, unable to move a muscle unless I tell you otherwise. You cannot climax until I tell you to do so. You know you get turned on anytime you obey me... so every time you even think about moving and don't it makes you hornier. Every second that you don't climax excites you more. You are going to get so horny that you will want to beg me for release, but you won't be able to beg." He had said this before starting this slow and exquisite torture of her. He now pulled her bra off and leaned over. She could feel his breath on her nipple. It felt like ice, like a blast furnace. He placed his hand gently under her breast and teased its underside. She could smell herself and also the water pouring down in the nearby shower. The sound of the shower, Dan's presence. She was already so close to cumming. If Dan would just touch her fully, just kis... He kissed her nipple and Beth felt her body tremble. She couldn't stop it, she could feel the orgasm churning up her body. She tried to think of other things, anything to dampen her desire and arousal. She felt him slide her panties down her legs to her feet. Feet.... Dan previously had attempted to embed a foot fetish into her, succeeding far easier than he had expected. Now, that training was hitting her too. She wanted to, needed, to worship at his feet... No, no, no!. She needed to obey him and stay frozen, unable to move. Oh god! Her body was failing her though. It was succumbing to the pleasure. Her body started to tremble harder as she fought to hold it absolutely still. A whimper escaped her lips as Dan slowly slid a finger up her inner thigh towards her sopping pussy. He paused, and even that momentary pause was a relief. Beth desperately forced her body back from the brink of orgasm. Dan stood up and examined her critically. Beth's trembling stopped as she marshaled her defenses. Then Dan kissed her. Beth couldn't help it, her knees started to buckle. She couldn't concentrate on standing anymore. Her mind was solely concentrated on not consciously moving or orgasming. Any thought required to maintain a standing position was needed elsewhere. Dan caught her and helped her stand erect until she was able to regain her posture. She felt her orgasm roiling just under the surface. The slightest stray thought would defeat her. The fact that Dan had to touch her to help her remain standing wasn't lost on her. If she thought about it too deeply, that could very well be the thought that broke her will. Dan pulled her into the shower. Each drop of water was another attack on her. Beth tried to retreat into her mind, concentrate on other things, other times and memories... but she couldn't. It felt too good. One part of her mind was desperately trying to maintain control and obey Dan, the other side was crazed with desire. Every second that passed, the part of her that obeyed Dan increased the pleasure and strength of the other side. She was going to lose and she knew it, but still she rallied on. The shower was the breaking point... feeling the water coursing down her skin with Dan next to her, it was her greatest sexual fantasy, created and embedded deeply into her by the chemical concoction she had tasted weeks ago. "Dan! Dan!!!" she cried as her voice broke into sobs and pleading. "I can't stop it... it's too much!" Her body was beyond trembling now, it was one step from full blown seizure. By speaking, she was disobeying Dan and it tore her heart from her, but if she didn't... then she'd orgasm, she'd feel intense pleasure while disobeying him and she absolutely didn't want that under any circumstances. "Please! Oh god! Please, I want to obey you, but it's too much! I can't stop it... if you wait any longer, my body will disobey, it's too much! Please, please let me cum!" She was begging, pleading with her very being. She didn't want to disobey him, but he was driving her to that point. Intermixed with the pure sexual pleasure she was experiencing was a horrible torture driving her to the brink of sanity. Dan placed his mouth next to her ear and whispered loudly, "Cum." She did. The roiling, churning mass of pleasure erupted from within her. Her limbs flailed as she lost control. Dan pushed her against the wall of the shower, holding her as best he could, as he slid into her from behind. Beth howled in pleasure, her mind gone. She was just responding now, incapable of rational thought. Her limbs half-drunkenly bumped into the walls as she tried to regain herself. Clumsily, she pushed back against him. She was so wet, she felt like she was pouring herself over the cock inside of her. Dan moved his hands up over her breasts, sliding over her nipples. She could feel her breath catch as a series of quick little orgasms hit her. She had never felt anything like it before... like little electric shocks, one after the other, exploding in her mind. She could feel Dan start to climax inside of her. She could hear and see a curtain of white heat come down inside her mind as her pleasure center overloaded, sending her into unconsciousness. ---------------------- She awoke later, nestled deeply in blankets on Dan's bed. She started to think about what had happened, then she remembered the shower and felt herself start to moisten. Dan was next to her, gently running his fingers through her hair. "You had me worried. You really lost it in the shower. After we both came, you just passed out. You've been unconscious for about fifteen minutes. If you didn't wake up soon, I was going to have to call an ambulance." She snuggled up against him. "I'm sorry Dan, I know that trying to change you was wrong. You're perfect. I just wanted to make you happy. Just, please... don't ever do anything like that again. I can't take something like that." Dan smiled down at her. "Pretty intense, huh?" "Yes, but you need to understand. I love obeying you. I need to obey you. When you ordered me not to cum and then brought me to almost cumming, it felt really hot. God, it felt super hot, but if I actually came, then it would have meant that I would have disobeyed you and gotten pleasure from disobeying you. I never want that to happen. If I did, it would feel like I tore out my soul, like I would have murdered a kitten or something." He looked at her confused. She continued, "Dan, you don't understand how much I get off on obeying you. If you made me get orgasm from disobeying you, then it would take away from that and I would lose that pure pleasure," she paused considering her words, "that 'perfect' pleasure of obeying you." Dan looked at her carefully. Then he bent over and gently kissed her. "I never meant for you to get dosed with that potion, but I hate to say it, I am so glad you did. I love you Beth." She felt a warmth fill her as she gazed up into his eyes. All was right in the world. --------- Not all was right in Jennifer World. She was still trying to cope with what happened between her and Myesha. I just kissed my best friend's pussy. There was no way around that. She had done it and, truth be told, she still craved to do far more. Not to her friend though. Yeah, Myesha might be hot and all, but what she really craved was Beth. Jennifer didn't know why either. She had never even noticed Beth until after the girl's recent makeover. Jennifer had asked one of her friends who the new girl was and found out that she had shared classes with Beth for several years. Granted, Beth did look hot since the makeover, damn hot, but was that the reason that Jennifer was so attracted to her now? Jennifer shook her head, trying to dislodge the accompanying sexual thoughts rising in her mind. Every time she thought of Beth, the thoughts turned to lust. What was it about Beth? She didn't have feelings like this when she thought of other women, only Beth. Why? She went up to her now tidy and organized room. She sat down at her desk and started to take notes about Beth. She was a smart girl, she'd figure this out. The more she thought about the problem, the easier her mind drifted towards sex. I got Myesha off, but I didn't do anything for myself. I'm just still horny, she thought as she felt her lust again rising. At least, that's a problem a little more easily solved. She laid down on her bed and idly started to touch herself as she toyed with thoughts of Beth. What was it about that girl that excited her so much? Her hair? It did smell nice. She didn't remember ever smelling it, but as she thought about the scent, she had a dim recollection of that shampoo from the store. Could her attraction to Beth be caused by the shampoo Beth used? Could she have an erotic attachment to a shampoo? At least that would mean that she wasn't a lesbian, just that she had a weird shampoo kink. Her fingers teased her labia, feeling herself moisten as she remembered the pineapple/coconut smell. Was there anything else? She remembered how hot she got with Myesha when she thought about kissing Beth. Fuck! That did it! Jennifer felt her lust leap higher and felt her fingers unconsciously press harder into her. Why would kissing Beth make her so hot? She had never kissed a girl before, she hadn't even been really tempted. So what had changed? Beth was a smart girl too. Jennifer's fingers moved faster. Beth was intelligent. Jennifer's other hand pulled at her nipple. Beth was... fuck! She started to orgasm. She'd need to find out, she didn't want to be a lesbian. She wanted to be normal. She'd need to ask someone smarter than her. She'd have to ask... Mr. Deering! She felt another orgasm coming, stronger than the last. She'd have to ask him. He could help her. He could help her with Beth. She'd do whatever he said, she needed to obey him and maybe... oh God! Maybe! He'd help me obey Beth She orgasmed again, her mind not even realizing what her subconscious had slipped into her chain of thoughts, while she was preoccupied with concentrating on the heat and sensations coursing through her body. As she drifted down from the high of her orgasms, she felt herself falling off into a deep sleep. --------------------- The next day, Jennifer felt strange. She couldn't place it either. She got up and stumbled into her bathroom. She looked into her mirror and was shocked at what she saw. She stared down at herself in disbelief. What had happened to her tits? She thought they might have been larger yesterday, but they were definitely much bigger today. She touched them and examined her nipples. As she did so, she felt pure pleasure shoot down from her nipples straight to her clit. She watched as not only her nipples swelled from under her attention but her aureolas as well. Two days ago, she had decent sized breasts, but now they were at least a full cup size larger and suddenly had puffy nipples? She examined the rest of her body. Her eyelashes seemed thicker, her lips swollen and darker. She swore her waist was smaller and her hips wider. Maybe she hadn't looked at herself so closely lately and was just noticing these things now. She didn't know. Maybe she needed to see a doctor? Still, she didn't look sick. She actually felt pretty good. Her hands drifted down her to swollen aureolas. No, not "pretty good", she felt great. Chemical Concocktion Ch. 08 That Sunday, Jennifer felt horribly antsy. She tried to lounge on the soft carpeting in her underwear, glancing around at her now clean and organized bedroom, but time was going by so slowly. It felt like the weekend was just crawling by. She wanted to be in class, not home. She had put time into studying and becoming more organized for the last two days and the thought that she would be showing off her newly acquired knowledge to her peers gave her a pleasant tingling deep inside of herself. The more she thought about it, the stronger the sensation became. Why was she so horny? She'd been masturbating all weekend, not to mention that incident with Myesha. She was going to have to think about what to do with Myesha. The girl had already called several times and sent numerous text messages. Jennifer's thoughts drifted away from her friend and their now uncomfortable situation and back towards school again. She couldn't wait to go to Mr Deerings class. She really wanted to impress him. More and more, she thought about him. She always had thought he was nerdish and geeky, not someone she would want to associate with. However, she now realized that seeing she was smart, that intelligent people tended to stick together and being nerdish and geeky wasn't really that bad of a thing. She imagined herself staying after class with him as they talked about things like cell structure and DNA. She imagined him complimenting her and quizzing her. If she proved herself, maybe... just maybe, he would give her, [i]oh...[/i] extra homework assignments. The thought of him telling her to do things... there was something about that idea. She idly stroked her bare thigh as the idea of doing homework started to morph in her mind. She imagined a field trip with him and [i]gasp![/i], Beth. A special field trip where he would show them all kinds of natural and [i]mmmmm[/i] wild things. She imagined the three of them hiking together on a field trip and Mr Deering suddenly collapsing to the ground, bitten by a poisonous snake. "Where are you bitten?" she asked as he writhed in pain. She looked desperately at his lower legs. "It's too high up on my leg," he said through clenched teeth, "you need to take my pants down." "But Mr. Deering, I can't do that!" she protested. "Jennifer, you need to do what I say," he stated purposefully. A light sheen of sweat covered his skin. Jennifer felt a heat growing inside of her, its fires quickly being fanned by her fantasy. Outside of her imagination, her hand started stroking higher on her thigh, slowly stroking inwards as her legs parted. Her recently swollen breasts and nipples felt a warm glow, begging to be touched and fondled. She imagined herself unbuckling his pants, pulling down his pants to reveal a large, swollen cock. "Oh, Mr Deering! I think you were bitten there! What should I do?" She looked away from his stiffened cock to his wonderful eyes, but he had passed out. "You need to suck out the poison." Beth said next to her. "What? But, I can't do that! That'd be wrong!" Jennifer protested. "I can't put my mouth on his thing!" "Jennifer," said the beautiful brunette, "he'll die if you don't. You need to suck the poison out now to save him!" She knew it was the right thing to do. She knelt down and took his cock in her mouth. Jennifer's hand slid along her wet sex, causing her body to shiver in pleasure. She slid a finger into herself as she imagined sucking Mr Deerings dick into her mouth. She became lost in her fantasy, imagining what giving a blowjob must feel like. She was being told to do it, so she had to. She also knew she was saving his life, so it couldn't be wrong. It was okay to take pleasure from it. She started masturbating harder and faster. She didn't have a choice, she was doing the right thing... so there was nothing wrong about sucking his delicious cock. She imagined him cumming and how wonderful it would taste. "Oh! Beth! I think I got the poison out." "Oh no!" exclaimed Beth, "I think there's a cut on your lip. If you got poison on it, it could make you sick! We have to make sure you don't have any poison there." "But how?!? "The same way you helped Mr Deering" Beth said. She pulled Jennifer to her and kissed her on her lips. Her mouth opened and... and... Jennifer couldn't help herself... her other hand moved to join her other one as she started to rub her clit frantically. She was so close and she couldn'thelpherselfanditwassogood... "Aaaiiiheeee!!" she hissed out as her orgasm overtook her. Her buttocks lifted off of the floor as the sensations lanced through her body. She relaxed again on the floor. Her subconscious mind basking in the afterglow of its sinful imagination. But, it really wasn't wrong, was it? It wasn't that she wanted to suck Mr Deering's cock or kiss Beth. She had to do it. She was trying to save Mr Deering and then Beth was trying to save her. Besides, they had told her to do it. She wouldn't have any other choice in such a scenario. As much as she tried to rationalize it though, she really knew where her motivations lay. She had tried to ignore the reasons why the fantasy turned her on so much, tried to hide the real reasons. She had to be honest with herself. The reason she had climaxed so hard wasn't because she was fantasizing about saving her teachers life... it was because the mere thought of kissing him or Beth made her burn with lust and doing whatever they said made her even hotter. She needed to face facts. She was bisexual and she had an enormous crush on her much older teacher and her classmate. As much as her face burned with embarrassment at the thought of those things, the rest of her body felt a very different kind of heat. --------------------------------------------- At school Monday, Beth kept an eye out for Jennifer. She didn't feel bad about exposing the girl to the potion per se... she knew personally how good it felt to belong to Dan. The chemicals could be dangerous, but their effect, well, it was incredible. As she was getting her books out of her locker, her thoughts inevitably turned back towards sex. Dan's potion had awakened her sexuality and increased it a hundred-fold. He controlled her and she loved it. Even now, Dan's attempt at installing a new kink in her prodded at her. She was now hopelessly turned on by feet. Through simple suggestions, he had given her a foot fetish that drove her to distraction. Whenever she thought about feet, she could feel her mind automatically linking feelings of arousal and orgasm towards them. Every time she did so, she could feel those links strengthening and hardening. She shivered as an exciting chill swept over her, caused by her even thinking about it now. She hadn't expect to dose that blond cheerleader, Jennifer. She wanted to dose Dan, to have him experience the pleasure she did. Also, she had to be honest with herself, she wanted to tie him to herself. When she was in his back room of his science lab, she had found some hidden video files on his computer of the girls' locker-room. She knew that he could have any woman he wanted using that potion. If she didn't tie him to her, he would eventually be lured away by some other beautiful woman. She wanted him all to herself. That failed when her attempt backfired and resulted in Jennifer being dosed instead. Beth had caused the very thing she had feared. A beautiful girl entranced by the potion and looking at her lover. In an attempt to rescue the situation, she had kissed Jennifer... hoping to attach the girl to her instead of to Dan. Unfortunately, Dan had known what Beth was attempting though and kissed Jennifer too. At first, the idea of Jennifer being sexually imprinted on her bothered her. She wasn't a lesbian. She only wanted Dan. However, there was a side to Beth that Dan couldn't fulfill. Beth wasn't naturally submissive, well, maybe superficially. Before the potion, she had been shy and introverted, but deep inside, she fantasized about being in control. She had never masturbated before the potion, but she did have little fantasies, even back then. She would get the most exciting feelings whenever she fantasized about men kneeling before her at her beck and call. Those fantasies evaporated after she had been dosed with the potion, there was no need for them... but since Jennifer had imprinted on her, they had returned. This repressed side, her dominant side, loved the idea that Jennifer was addicted to her like she already was to Dan. She dreamed of Jennifer sprawled out on the floor, willing to do anything she said and begging to have Beth kiss and fondle her feet. She also wondered more and more if she could instill a kink into Jennifer like Dan had done to her. The mere thought of changing Jennifer into her personal little foot slut excited her almost as much as the thought of being with Dan did. Beth also wondered if she might have had another exposure to the potion when she kissed Jennifer in the lab that past Friday. It was a minuscule dose to be sure, but she recognized the delicious taste of the potion when their lips had met. She wanted to kiss Jennifer again. Badly. It wasn't anywhere as strong as her feelings for Dan, but they were there nonetheless. She had never felt a sexual attraction to other women before and Beth recognized the potion's influence in it. It was yet another reason that she wanted to see the curvaceous blond today... that, and because Jennifer had the cutest, sexiest little feet. She thought again about how Dan had so easily slipped this new foot fetish inside of her. Dan's power over her both scared her, as well as highly aroused her. She realized that a part of her craved it... a growing part of her. She not only wanted to obey him, she needed to obey. Obeying him turned her on so much, and it was so addicting that she couldn't fight it. She wanted him to give her instructions, no matter what they were. If she thought about it too much, she would feel herself become scared about how far she was willing to go to get him to give her orders. She could imagine herself turning into a mindless robot, forcing Dan into giving her constant orders to simply function. Part of her was terrified at the idea, mainly because it was also so alluring. A part of her feared that she would become just such an automaton, a mindless fuck-toy. A different part of her, a growing one, reveled in the idea. She knew that with every command that Dan gave her, the automaton side experienced ecstasy and was slowly winning out on the rest of her. As much as she wanted to retain her personality, losing it didn't bother her as much as she thought it would. It all just felt too good. She also noticed how she felt away from Dan. Everything was so washed out, so mundane. When they were apart, she only looked forward to being with Dan again and doing whatever he asked. [i]Being with Dan[/i], she sighed dreamily to herself as she leaned against her locker, when she was with Dan, everything was glorious... she basked in his presence and when he was inside of her or telling her what to do, she was in total paradise. She leaned against her locker and slowly ran a hand down her neck, picturing her lover lifting her lips to his.... Jennifer walked into sight and Beth shook herself out of her thoughts. Beth noticed that the potion had definitely affected the blond cheerleader. Jennifer always had been incredibly beautiful, but now, she looked ripe. Her figure was even more curvaceous, her face more heart-shaped with her hair having that "bounce" that all the glamour magazines gave advice on how to achieve. The boys noticed it immediately. All of them turned to look at her, their mouths going slack, as their hormones shut down their brains. Strangely though, Jennifer was dressed differently. She wasn't dressed sexily... although with her body, that was near impossible. But normally, she would be dressed to show off her assets. Now, she looked almost like a librarian with her blond hair styled up and back, wearing a calf-length skirt and long sleeved shirt and glasses. Jennifer was many things, but conservative had never seemed to be one of them. ---------------------------------------------------- Jennifer noticed all the boys staring at her as she walked into school. [i]They appreciate smart women[/i], she thought. [i]My new clothes show off that I'm not just some bimbo and they want a woman like that.[/i] Jennifer, of course, hadn't thought how previously she would have known that dressing as a "smart person" usually meant being ostracized by your peers. She couldn't think that, because now, such people... the people she had thought of as "geeks & freaks" were the ones she was now hopelessly attracted to. She was so excited to be back in school after the weekend. Her studies hadn't gone as far as she had wanted, mainly because she felt the need to frig herself whenever she tried. She was so eager to learn more things, to prove her intelligence, and especially to see Mr Deering and Beth again. She had decided to not wear her contacts, thinking that her glasses made her look, "more intelligent"... an idea that excited her to no end. She wore a conservative skirt and a green blouse that showed off her newly swollen breasts, clothes that she had to borrow from her mother. She sat in her first period class, American History, trying to pay attention. It was harder than she thought it was going to be. She tried to listen to Mr Homb, the teacher... but the more she tried, the more she found herself getting excited. She found herself fantasizing about the old man telling her to go to the chalkboard and to write out answers to questions, showing off what she knew and how smart she was. Then she started to toy with the idea that he would tell her to do other things, inappropriate things. The idea that a teacher would tell her to do things like that... it was just so exciting. In the midst of her blossoming fantasy, she missed something he said. He was asking a question... a question she knew the answer to! She shot her hand up. [i]Oh, if he would call on me, then I could show off how smart I am[/i], she thought and immediately felt herself moisten. However, he chose Eugene... one of the kids who usually answered all the questions. She kept her hand up halfheartedly, disappointed it wasn't her that was called on. Mr. Deering, he would have called on her. He would have known she would have given the correct answer. Then, Eugene got the answer wrong! Jennifer stretched out her arm and waved it back and forth, and Mr Homb finally called on her! She was now the center of attention. She would show off how smart she was. She felt an excitement growing inside of her. Butterflies flittered nervously in her stomach, but they were also flittering somewhere else. As each second ticked by, she felt an arousal growing, overtaking her. Her breathing picked up. She tried to control it, trim down these passions that were blooming inside of her. She opened her mouth to answer and had to restrain a moan as she did so. "Traveler was the name of General Lee's horse" she managed breathlessly. "Very good Jennifer!" smiled the wizened old teacher. At those words, Jennifer found herself overwhelmed. Her face blushed heavily at the praise. She replayed his compliment in her mind, envisioning how the other students were looking at her in admiration for being so smart... and the more she thought about it, the stronger her excitement became. "Jennifer," continued Mr Homb, "can you tell me the date that General Lee surrendered?" She could! She knew the answer, she was smart! She went to answer it, even got as far as opening her mouth, but just knowing that she knew was enough to put her over the edge. She started to climax. She felt something deep inside of herself twitching, spasming as a wave of hot pleasure rolled over her body. Instead of answering, she let out a gasp, "Oh!" She had cum without even touching herself! She glanced around at her peers, did they know what had just happened to her? She felt herself flush red in embarrassment. "Jennifer? Do you know the answer?" pressed the teacher. She knew she had, but when she had cum, it had totally knocked both the question and the answer out of her head. She desperately tried to search her memory for what they had been. Something about a date. "Um, May 8th, 1945?" It was a blind guess, but.... "sorry, Jennifer, but Germany surrendering at end of World War 2 is not the same date that General Lee surrendered to the Union." Her classmates laughed at her and she felt herself flush a second time, but with embarrassment this time. None of Jennifer's peers even conceived that she had just climaxed in class. Instead, they viewed the entire episode entirely differently. They saw her acting as a stereotypical blond bimbo, complete with gasps, stupid answers, and acting totally distracted. She'd teach them though... she was smart and she'd prove it, just as soon as she managed to make it to the bathroom and masturbated away some of her excitement. ----------------------------------------------- When I first saw Jennifer after her "change", I was astounded. The potion obviously had affected her along the same ways as it had Beth, heck, even more so! Beth was beautiful, she was sexy... but Jennifer was ripe and lush. Sexuality exuded from her. She was the hot cheerleader before, but now she was a Playboy centerfold. Her breasts were at least a full cup size bigger with a tiny waist and curvy hips. To look at her was to want her. How else had the potion affected her? What about the suggestions that Beth and I had implanted? Did the instructions to forget hold? I'd be lying if I said I didn't want her like I had Beth. You didn't see her. She was so hot, that even a eunuch would want her. I wanted to watch her closely. I could tell that she was attracted to me, much like how Beth had been. She stared at me with lust easily evident on her face... and yet, she was acting a lot differently than how Beth had. Beth had been aggressive while Jennifer was acting entirely the opposite. Beth changed from shy to aggressive, from wallflower to seductress. However, Jennifer had always been a bit of a flirt with the boys, but now she was bashful, shy. She would stare at me, but then glance away, blushing if I started to look back in her direction. She also seemed to be acting like more of an airhead, like a little blond bimbo. She was distracted in her conversations. She eagerly tried to answer a couple of questions that I threw out to the class, but she would just get extremely flustered, blushing heavily, and almost hyperventilating. Did the potion lower her IQ? Why hadn't it affected Beth that way? I tried not to stare at her body, but it drew the eyes. To make matters worse, she continued to try and answer every question I put forward, flushing bright red whenever I so much as glanced in her direction. I couldn't ignore her either. She started wave her hand frantically whenever I would ask a question, like some elementary school kid eager to please the teacher. If I called on someone else besides her and they got it wrong, she would start to bounce in her seat and her bouncing was more than enough to encourage me to continue asking questions. I just couldn't figure out why she was even trying to answer all these questions though. Was she just trying to gain my attention? Then why would she act so bashful and shy instead of being her normally outgoing self? She got the first answer right. At first I thought she was just blushing from successfully answering, but I couldn't miss her hardened nipples that were jutting out from under blouse or her heavier breathing. Yes, my attention was definitely affecting her. Chemical Concocktion Ch. 08 The next time I called on her, she started to pant and I could see her hands grasping her desk so hard that her knuckles were turning white. She stumbled a bit on answering. By the third, it was hard for her to get the answer out. She was letting out little gasps and "ummms" as she fought to maintain her concentration. On her fourth answer, she started to meander and gave some simplistic answer that had little to do with the question. I tried not to call on her, I didn't want to embarrass her... but she kept on insisting on answering every one and the more she tried, the more disjointed and confused her answers became. She was coming across as some brainless blond bimbo, unable to think or put coherent sentences together. On her fifth, her voice rose an octave as her face flushed a deep red. Her legs scissoring open and closed and then finally clamped together hard. She had gotten halfway through her answer before becoming distracted and sounding like a brainless ditz and airhead who had totally lost her place. She gave a high-pitched keening noise for a second and then her eyes glazed over. I don't think her fellow students knew what happened, I know I didn't. Maybe the potion had affected her intelligence, turning her into a brainless ditz. What had I done to this poor girl? Through the entire class period, I was worried about what would happen later. Jennifer was definitely attracted to me. Would she pursue me like Beth had? Could I trust her to be discrete? It wasn't that much longer until graduation. If I could hold her off that long, then it wouldn't really matter too much. Plenty of teachers dated former students. It wasn't ethical, but it happened and people would look the other way. Also, what if the potion had lowered her IQ? Would her intelligence sink even further? Could it somehow be traced back to me? I'd have to play things cool for now. Looking at her swollen breasts and her heated look in my direction made me realize how hard that would be. ----------------------------------------------------- After class, Beth watched Jennifer take her time getting her things together. Once she saw Jennifer's cheerleading friends leave, she made her move. "Jennifer?" she asked, "I want to talk to you after school, in private." Jennifer had been looking at Dan when Beth had approached, but when Beth addressed her, Jennifer turned to face her. "Umm... okay." the blond said nervously, almost shyly. "Anything you want." Beth just smiled. ------------------------------------------------------------ Jennifer tentatively walked up to Beth immediately after the final bell rang. She wouldn't meet Beth's eyes, acting abnormally shy. "Follow me." said Beth and immediately turned and walked away. Jennifer wasn't used to people so casually ordering her like that, she should have hated it. Instead, she found herself walking behind Beth submissively, feeling a nervous excitement growing more and more with each step. Beth led her to the empty gym, back to one of the corners of the bleachers. Jennifer wanted to much to be alone with Beth, she tried not to get her hopes up, but fantasies of being with Beth surfaced with every thought. Beth turned to face her. "I've noticed you looking at me in class," she began, "why have you been staring at me?" Jennifer blushed bright red, she wasn't prepared for this. "Um... I was thinking, that... um... you know a lot about science and that... well, maybe you could help me. I never knew how interesting it all was and... I'd like you to tutor me." Beth gave her a critical look, lifting one eyebrow. Jennifer berated herself for her inability to relax around the beautiful girl. She cast her eyes down towards Beth's feet, unable to look directly at her. "I don't think so," began Beth, her voice smooth, yet with a tone of control. Jennifer felt the pang of rejection. "I think you haven't been staring at me because you want to study with me," Beth said, "I think you've been staring at me because you want to kiss me." Jennifer gasped and flushed bright red. Had she been that obvious? She couldn't say anything, Beth was absolutely right. Beth watched Jennifer's reaction, noting that she hadn't made any attempt at denial. Beth felt a level of confidence she had never felt before, even after her sexy transformation following her dosing with the potion. She knew how the potion made a person feel... and she could see that Jennifer was affected in that way. She owned Jennifer, whether or not the girl knew it yet or not. That knowledge caused Beth to flood her panties. She wanted to control the blond and she was going to control her. She had never had homosexual thoughts before all of this, but the idea of controlling someone so thoroughly threw her level of lust to new levels, so much so, she didn't care about gender. "Come here." She said, the words coming out as a direct order. She felt her excitement grow even stronger as the blond moved up to her. Jennifer felt panicky and excited at the same time. She felt flight or... what? Definitely not fight. She found herself move next to Beth, her breathing heavy, not daring to hope. Beth put a finger under Beth's chin and with the lightest of effort, pulled Jennifer up to her. Beth leaned forward and kissed her. It was a fearless kiss. No trepidation, no hesitation. The kiss was soft and.... Jennifer felt a tremor run thru her body. She could feel her hardened nipples rubbing against her bra, could feel the coolness of her dampened panties. This was pure pleasure, pure excitement. She could feel an orgasm begin to blossom inside of her... felt spasms begin deep inside of her. She gasped and attempted to pull herself deeper into the kiss. Beth put a hand between them and held Jennifer back. "No. Not right now. Later. Right now, I want you to take off your panties and give them to me." Jennifer quailed. She couldn't do that! It was bad enough to be attracted to a girl, but to give the girl her panties just because she had asked! No, it was wrong! Anyone could walk into the gym and see them. She couldn't! Yet, even as her mind tried to rebel, her body was already moving, lifting her skirt and pulling her sopping panties down off her legs. She shoved them towards Beth, embarrassed. Her mind wanted to flee, but her body wanted to fall to the floor and mew in pleasure at obeying her classmate and with each second, her body was winning her internal struggle. Beth just looked at her dispassionately, not giving away any hint of the lust pounding in her own body. She looked down purposefully, drawing Jennifer's eyes down too. Down towards the two small drops of moisture that had fallen from Jennifer's pussy and onto the wooden floor. "Good girl," said Beth and Jennifer felt a thrill run thru her body again. "You liked that, didn't you?" Jennifer didn't answer, just blushed harder. "Say it. Admit that you liked that," Beth pushed, her voice hard and unyielding. "Yes," whispered Jennifer. She was so embarrassed, but yet, so aroused. "Good. You will see me Wednesday after school. Plan on spending the night. Consider it a "sleepover" and cancel any other plans you have." Beth's voice thrummed thru Jennifer. Her mind didn't even try and rebel this time. She needed to kiss Beth again. She needed to do whatever she said. Chemical Concocktion Ch. 09 I was halfway through grading my classes latest quiz when Beth showed up. I had tried to concentrate on my work to get my mind off of Jennifer. Had the potion really lowered her IQ? Was it going to get worse? Why hadn't it affected Beth that way? I have to admit, I was also thinking of her body and what it would look like obeying my every command. I couldn't help it, she was just too beautiful. Instead of coming immediately inside, Beth knocked instead. She waved at me thru the window. "Come in," I said, wondering why she just hadn't walked in. Beth's face lit up in pleasure and she came inside carrying a shopping bag. "Hi," she said brightly, "I bought a few things." She set the bag on the table. I envisioned some new sexy underwear, but instead she pulled out a couple of exercise DVDs and a pulsating shower-head. "What are these for?" I asked. She gave me a smile in return. "I want to exercise and I thought you'd like watching me do it. I got the shower-head because I didn't like yours. Don't get up, let me fix your shower first." I went back to grading my papers while she went to work. A little while later, she came back and proceeded to move my living room table out of the way, giving her space to exercise in front of the TV. She started to strip down to her underwear. "Do you want me to exercise? Do you want to watch me?" she asked, stretching her body sensually. No matter how many times I saw her body, each time I did made me hard. God, she was beautiful. "Yes, exercise for me" I said. I saw her body break out in goosebumps, her nipples immediately hardening. She started to do aerobics, following along to the DVD. I watched, entranced by her bouncing body. I wanted to take her right then and there, but knowing that she was totally mine and that I could have her at the merest whim slackened my urgency. I enjoyed just watching for the moment, letting my arousal build. I pushed my remaining papers away from myself. She started stretching afterwards, her lust-filled eyes focused on me as she changed from one pose to another. I could see that merely being in my presence had turned her on. I could see the wet spot on her little red panties. I got up from the table, enough waiting. I walked slowly over to her as she continued to stretch, now on her knees, her gaze focused on my crotch. "Come here," I said and without getting up, she crawled to me on her hands and knees. She slowly got up, sliding her body along mine. I kissed her, feeling her body give a little shudder of pleasure. "I'm so sweaty, take a shower with me... please?" I didn't care about a shower, I kissed her neck, tasting her salty sweat. She smelled so good, young and healthy, fresh from exercise. "I'd rather be clean for you," she said, rubbing her nearly naked body against mine. I led her into the bathroom, kissing her as I unclasped her bra. She started to unbutton my shirt, her fingers fumbling in excitement. I can't express how hot it was, knowing that this beautiful and sexy creature was so turned on by me that she was actually trembling with need. "Turn the shower on," I said and watched her chest flush as her body gave her a small orgasm while she tried to turn the shower knobs. She grabbed my arm and pulled me into the shower, panting as she did so. Since the potion, Beth had become incredibly responsive to me. Now though, with the new shower-head raining down upon her, her lust went a level even higher. She started to kiss down my body, gasping and moaning as she went. She reached my feet, rubbing her clit as she started to kiss the top of them. It looked like she was having a continual orgasm, her body shaking and swaying. She collapsed onto the tub's floor, her body shuddering in ecstasy. I went down to her, touching and exploring her nubile body. I couldn't wait anymore. I slid my hardened cock into her, and felt her inner heat take me in, warmer even than the water that rained down upon us. I tried to stop myself from cumming, but her pussy demanded it... milking me with each stroke, her hands grasping and clawing at my back. "I'm cumming!" I shouted, pulling out and spraying across her body. I felt her body arch up as she joined me in a tremendous orgasm of her own. Afterwards, we lay together in the tub, the shower still pouring down upon us. She was barely conscious, her body limp and spent. I turned off the shower, hearing her give a slight mew of disappointment as I did so. I got out and dried off. She still laid there, a happy and dazed expression on her face. "Come on, get up and get dried off." She shakily got to her feet, smiling in pleasure as she did so. She looked at me with love in her eyes. Clumsily, she put her underwear back on and joined me in the kitchen. "Would you like me to cook for you?" she asked. "Sure," I said, enjoying the relaxation and afterglow of good sex. I felt like a lion, confident and at ease in my kingdom. She just stood there though. "Um, you are going to cook something, aren't you?" I asked. "Yes," she said, but didn't make any movement towards starting. "Well, go start cooking!" I said, tossing a wad of paper at her. Her smile broadened in pleasure while she gave a happy sigh and opened up the fridge. ------------------------- Jennifer didn't know how she got home safely. She could barely think, let alone drive. Her mind kept on replaying her recent encounter with Beth. That kiss.... she managed to keep one hand on the steering wheel while the other was under her skirt, rubbing her slick cunt. She managed to make it upstairs to her bedroom, clumsily falling into the wall several times on her way. She couldn't think of anything besides the heat throbbing inside of her. She shut her door, not even taking the time to lock it, as she pulled her blouse off. She didn't even bother with her skirt. She fell to the floor and started to masturbate, hard. She pulled on her hardened and swollen nipples, gasping as her remaining thoughts were replaced by white hot pleasure. Her orgasm came in mere seconds, her body thrashing and out of control. She needed something inside of her... and her thoughts immediately brought Mr Deering forth. She needed him. She started to fantasize about Beth and him touching her, telling her to do things... kissing her. Not even consciously aware, her body started masturbating again, driving her again to an even greater orgasm. She woke up some time later, she must have passed out after her last orgasm. How many had it been? She felt drained, limp. She could smell herself all through the room and her mother's skirt that she had been wearing was soaked with her juices. What was happening to her? It was not a thought of concern, rather, it was one of eagerness. Whatever it was, she wanted even more. --------------------------- We were eating dinner, spaghetti and salad, when Beth accidentally spilt sauce onto herself. "Oh, damn" she muttered, although it sounded... what? Almost staged. "I guess I need another shower" she said with a false note of irritation. I laughed. "You just want to get me in the shower again, don't you?" She looked at me, lust clearly written across her face. "Yes." It was stated emphatically. "Well, tough, " was my amused response. "Go take a shower if you think you need one, but I'm still clean". I saw her eye the spaghetti sauce on the table like she was considering pouring some on me right then. "Don't you even think about it." She giggled, caught in her plans. Then she got up, "If you want me to wash the dishes later, just tell me" and sauntered to the bathroom for another shower, turning and looking at me with the hottest look as she did so. I know the potion had affected her in this way, turning her almost into my personal sex slave, but I hated taking advantage of it. Well, okay... I was taking advantage of her sexually, but that was different.... I didn't want to treat her like a domestic servant. I got up and washed the dishes myself. Afterwards, she was still in the bathroom. It was turning into a ridiculously long shower. Was she okay? I walked to the bathroom and still heard the shower running. I could also hear her gasps of pleasure. I looked behind the curtain and saw her on the tub's floor again, her legs up and spread while she held the detachable pulsating shower-head against her womanhood. Her eyes had entirely rolled back, mindless, as her body bucked and writhed in ecstasy. The hot water had run out and she was now being sprayed with exceedingly cold water, but she didn't seem to care. I turned the shower off and she collapsed, spent. What was with her and showers? I dried her off as best I could as she lay there, smiling and exhausted. I picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. I lay down next to her and stroked her hair. She tried to roll over onto me, but she barely managed to turn onto her side. Her half-lidded eyes gave evidence as to how tired she was. I wanted to ask her if she had noticed any of the changes in Jennifer. I wanted to ask her about her new shower fixation. I didn't though. She was so exhausted from her orgasms that she was hardly conscious. I just let her lay there next to me, her soft breath tickling my chest hair. ---------------------------------- Something was going on with Beth. We got up early to get ready for school, she had brought spare clothes over here a long time ago... but she seemed more... I don't know, submissive? I thought she was merely tired when she didn't make any move to get out of bed. She only started moving when I told her to, and then she didn't get ready or dressed until I ordered her to start that. The only time she really showed initiative was when she expressed a far too strong desire to take a morning shower. Don't get me wrong, it's awesome having a young woman like that at your beck and call... but it wasn't Beth. Beth's sense of humor was still intact, she still had her brilliant mind, and granted, she did take the initiative to get the exercise DVD and shower-head... but something was different and it was at breakfast that I really started to put things together. She volunteered to make breakfast, just pouring cereal really, but after I acquiesced she waited until I actually told her to do it. I remembered how she had done the same thing with coming inside the house yesterday and again with cooking dinner and getting ready this morning. It was like she wanted me to order her to do everything. I thought it must have just been my imagination or that I was misreading things. We always want to do things for the people we love. Maybe she was just wanting to be helpful, yet, I think I already knew that didn't really explain her recent actions. Was this another side-effect from the potion? Her IQ seemed intact, not like Jennifer's recent bimbofication. God, what if the potion really had screwed these girls up? I have to admit, there was a part of me that enjoyed the thought of Beth being almost a slave to me... but she had been my friend, my student. Didn't I owe her some degree of respect? I looked over at her. She met my gaze, smiled and licked her spoon suggestively. Well, maybe I should just wait before jumping to conclusions.