Desire Expressed as a Long-Chain Hydrocarbon

Lying in bed, Julie listened to Sam breathing, in and out, in and out. He twitched in his sleep and snorted.

It hadn't really been much of an argument. It was more...more of a comment. They'd both been basking in post-coital bliss when he'd rolled over and mumbled, "Y'know, Julie, it'd be nice if you'd start things once in a while."

"Huh?" she'd responded.

"Um." He'd shook his head. "Nothing. Never mind."

But she'd kept at him. "What is it?" Couldn't leave well enough alone, couldn't let sleeping Sams lie.

"It's just that I'm always the one who, you know..." He stopped. "Starts something. If we're going to fuck, it's because I make the first move."

"Oh." Julie had laid on her back, arms crossed while she stared at the ceiling.

Sam had stroked her cheek. "Aw, c'mon, I told you it's nothing." He kissed her. "No big deal. Just forget it."

But now, lying awake in the dark, she couldn't forget it. She kept turning the numbers over and over in her mind. Number of years they'd been dating: two. Number of times Julie could remember going to him for sex: zero.

She could -- no. No, wrong, wrong, bad idea. There was one thought she didn't need running around her head.

It wouldn't really be stealing, though. She'd only have to borrow a little. No one would notice.

Yeah, right. If she got caught, she'd be out of a job. A dream job, as a matter of fact. One she'd worked very hard to get.

Still....

She'd made up her mind by the time she finally drifted off to sleep.

It was morning in the research lab. Julie walked into Bill's office, knocking on the open door as she entered. "What's up, Bill?"

"Morning, Julie." Bill had a pen behind his ear, one in his pocket, and several in his shirt pocket. He'd probably been here since six, working on his latest idea. "I think I may have part of the synthesis problem cracked, assuming this reagent scheme I've cooked up has better than a thirty percent yield."

"Ooh, I love it when you talk reactions to me," Julie murmured in a husky voice. She grinned. "Time to take a break. Big bad boss-man wants to talk to us."

"Really?" Bill stared for a second at the sheets of paper which covered his desk, mentally switching gears. "What about?"

Julie shook her head. "All John said was that we should meet him in the observation room. Oh, and to be sure to tell him about our progress this time."

"He's been on me for weeks about synthesizing the stuff," Bill said as they walked down the hall. "Does he think I'd forget?" His voice dropped in pitch. "'Bill, Bill, Bill, I hired you to come up with a reaction path, not to turn sheets of paper into crumpled balls.'" He snorted. "I keep telling him I need a computational chemist to help me figure out how to get the product I want." They both stopped as they reached a closed door.

"Look, I just do the psychology around here." Julie pulled out her access card and swiped it through the reader by the door. The door swung open. "You have to handle the chemistry end of things."

"You know, if you could get our subjects to produce more extract, we could run more tests on it and figure out what exactly it's made of." He got quiet as they left the hall and walked into the darkened observation room.

John was already there, watching through the two-way mirror. "Good morning. Grab a cup of coffee. The rest of the team should be here in a moment."

While they waited Julie looked through the mirror. A new subject was just being situated in the collection booth on the other side of the mirror. He had a number of leads attached to him at various points on his body. A nurse helped him into the reclined chair, then strapped a cuff to his right thigh, just below the leg of his shorts. "Now relax," the nurse said, her voice floating through the intercom speaker. "You'll feel a needle going into your leg, but it shouldn't hurt much." Julie could tell when the cuff's needle went in by when the man jumped slightly.

"I'm going to leave now, and a number of images will be projected on the screen in front of you. That will last for about fifteen minutes. We'll be monitoring your heartbeat and blood floow."

"What's the needle for?" the man asked.

"It lets us measure the oxygen content in your blood." The nurse smiled. "Now sit back and enjoy the show."

The nurse left. The man wriggled around in the seat, trying to get comfortable. Then a projector behind him whirred into life. On the screen before him was a beautiful woman with flawless skin and long blond hair. She was wearing a tight white top and tighter shorts. Slowly, slowly, she pulled up the bottom of her top, sliding the fabric higher and higher. The bottom of her bra came into view, then more of it, until her bra and breasts were clearly visible. She had nice, firm breasts. Pretty big ones, too.

Julie blushed and turned away. Why was she jealous of this anonymous model? Besides, she'd been the one who'd devised the collection protocol.

Still, to be that young, with smooth skin and an hourglass body. She reached up and tugged on her mass of dirty-blond hair.

"Okay, people, let's get started." Julie turned around to find that the rest of the team had arrived. There were only five of them, six counting John. Not a lot of people for a project that stood to make Harcomb Achers Inc. so much money.

Assuming they figured out how to mass-produce and deliver the extract, of course, Julie thought as she sat at the table.

"I asked that we have our meeting here to remind you of our biggest problem." John pointed to the man in the collection booth. Judging by the bulge in the man's pants, the now-naked model on screen was doing her job. "We have to find a better way than this. Lee? Any progress?"

Lee, the M.D. of the bunch, shook his head. "It's no good. Once they've, ah, donated, they're done for at least a day."

"You can't speed that up?" John lowered his considerable bulk into a chair and linked his hands across his belly.

Lee shrugged. "It looks like we're dealing with some physiological limit of response. A quarter a teaspoon per man per day. We get slightly faster recovery times in young males, but not by much, and the rate of extraction is roughly constant. Young males recover faster, but they don't last as long, so it balances in the long run."

"In males. Julie, what do you have to report?"

Bam. On the spot. Julie cleared her throat. "I'm still trying to come up with a consistent arousal scenario for women. Men are visual, men are easy. Women...." She let her words trail off.

"Well, keep on it." John grinned at her through his beard. She supposed it was meant to be a fatherly grin. On him it looked vaguely lecherous. "Bill, what's the scoop?"

Bill looked uncomfortable. "Well, I think I'm onto something. Maybe." He took off his glasses and polished them on his shirt. "Hydrocarbons this complex are always tricky. There's this step, we've got to have thirty percent yield, or else --"

"Now, Bill." John shook his head. "I'm not paying you to make more crumpled sheets of paper." Bill just blushed.

"Do any of you have any startling breakthroughs you've been hiding from the rest of us?" Silence filled the room. "As I feared. Well, we'll keep the collection system going. People, please. Get this project moving again."

As they filed out quietly, Bill sidled over to Julie. "Can you believe that? He always does that to me."

Julie nodded absently. "Listen, you go on ahead. I want to talk to that nurse about the collection protocol." She headed down the hall, away from the others.

"Sure," Bill said. "Lunch later?" But he was talking to Julie's rapidly-retreating back.

It didn't take Julie long to reach the storage room door. She found herself breathing fast and looking around nervously. She'd been the only one to head this way after the meeting, so no one should be inside. Now if only her card would work. Chances were good -- there were so few people on the project that internal security was fairly lax. Beep! went the card reader, and the door lock snicked open. Success!

She eased through the door and shut it behind her. At the end of the small L-shaped room were the two metal cabinets where the extract were stored. Hanging from one of the cabinets was a clipboard with paper and a pen. Better and better. She'd hoped for a simple check-out system, and this was about as simple as they came. She glanced over the top sheet. With a few judicious alterations of numbers she could have the extract she needed with no problem.

When she opened the first cabinet she found several rows of small glass vials with rubber tops, all filled with a murky green fluid, one of them noticeably depleted. There were enough that no one should notice if one went missing.

On an impulse she checked the second cabinet. It had more of the filled vials, as well as a shelf of empty vials. She'd been right: they kept track of the empties. From a pocket she withdrew an empty vial she'd taken from stores and added it to the others, then shut the cabinet door. From the first cabinet she took a filled one and put it in her pocket before closing that cabinet as well.

It only took her a few minutes of makings 1's look like 7's and 5's look like 8's to account for the vial she'd taken. Lee's handwritten numbers in particular were easy to alter. Trust the doctor to have poor handwriting. She grinned. Sneaking around like this was almost fun, in a strange way.

She opened the door to the room and went back the way she came. The vial in her pocket kept banging against her leg. She had this paranoid fear that anyone who saw her would notice it in her pocket. Slipping past Bill's office and into her own, Julie took the vial from her pocket and tucked it into her purse, which she then hid in one of her desk drawers.

Julie spent the morning searching journals for papers on arousal response, had a brief lunch in the company cafeteria with Bill, and hid in the library for most of the afternoon, looking up the papers her earlier search had turned up. None of the papers were of much use.

She kept glancing at the clock, and as soon as 6:00 rolled around she gathered up her materials and headed down to her office. None of her e-mail was urgent, so she locked up and glanced in on Bill on her way out. He was asleep on a pile of papers filled with his cramped handwriting. She smiled to herself and walked on out.

Sam was working late at the firm tonight, so she had her apartment to herself. She ate a light meal, then dumped the dishes in the sink and put the vial on her kitchen table. She stared at it for a while, chin in hands. There were some four or five teaspoons in the vial, hopefully enough for her needs. To be honest, she had no idea how much she needed, or what exactly the extract would do. If Julie were lucky, it'd stimulate her sex drive, but there was no way of knowing, really. They weren't even ready for animal trials, and Lee had said human trials were at least a year in the future, maybe longer if Bill and Jim couldn't come up with a way of synthesizing the quantities they thought they'd need.

Well, staring at the thing wasn't going to tell her anything. Since the subjects produced about one-quarter of a teaspoon, she'd start with that. She rummaged around in a drawer, found her quarter teaspoon, unscrewed the rubber-and-metal top from the vial, and filled the spoon. "Bottoms up," she muttered and swallowed the green liquid, then immediately gagged. "Gah!" It tasted quite like well-boiled cabbage.

She sat there for a few minutes, getting more and more bored. Nothing was happening, besides the taste of cabbage on her tongue lingering on. "Huh," she thought. Take more? She was too scared to. Had her stomach acid dissolved it all? If so, she'd probably have to inject the extract for it to do any good. She decided to clean up while she tried to decide what to do next.

Partway through washing the dishes she discovered that she was getting flushed. When Julie glanced down at herself, she saw that her nipples were jutting against the fabric of her bra and t-shirt.

She left the dishes where they were and ran to her bedroom. She stripped off her t-shirt and shorts. Standing there in her small bra and lacy panties Julie gave herself the once-over. The way her nipples stood out she'd be a menace to balloon animals the world over. Her chest above her boobs was slightly red, and her panties looked to be getting moist.

She ran her right hand across her bra cups. "Mmm," she murmured. Then she slipped her hand in her bra and tweaked one of her nipples. The nipple was incredibly hard; the feeling, electric. She threw her head back, eyes closed, as her other hand strayed inside her panties. It all felt so very, very good.

Julie tore off her bra, panting audibly, and fell on her bed, where she wriggled out of her panties. She couldn't stop rubbing her tits. "Oh, God, oh, God," she moaned through clenched teeth. Her left hand had found her promised land and was moving furiously back and forth. She slipped her middle finger inside her vagina and put her thumb on her clit, moving in and out, rubbing back and forth, faster, faster. Her right hand was stroking her nipples, circling and circling, and every muscle in her body was straining, while one hand plunged in and out and the other rubbed round and round and she writhed on her bed, the sheets bunching up beneath her, and she sweated and she rubbed and she plunged and she moaned, her eyes rolling back in her head, and she wasn't sure she could take any more of the sweating and rubbing and plunging and moaning when suddenly her back arched and her legs kicked and it was as if someone had driven a spike into her brain and hit her pleasure center dead-on.

Three more mind-shredding orgasms like that followed in the span of an hour, leaving her as damp and limp as her bedsheets. "Holy shit," Julie said to herself. "Holy holy shit." The cabbagey taste was still in her mouth, but damned if she cared. Sam wanted her to start things? Given enough of that murky green joy juice she could start things, finish them, and still be wound up enough to power half the city.

Her dreams that night were filled with encounters with Sam.

The next day she drifted through her morning. "Julie, are you okay?" Lee asked her during their meeting.

Julie blinked. "Huh? Yeah, sure. I didn't get much sleep last night." She faked a yawn and stretched.

"I haven't been sleeping well myself," Lee admitted. He ran his hand over his bald head. "Well, if it takes a while for all the pieces to fall in place, HA can just wait."

"I don't think the company'll mind, especially if this turns out to be bigger than Viagra. By the way, any guesses as to when we can start trials with the extract?"

"Unless and until Bill or Jim pull a synthesis path out of their bag of tricks, I'm stymied. I need more extract if I'm going to run trials with a large enough N, and I'm getting nowhere with speeding up collection." He leaned forward. "What about women? If I could observe women's responses to donating, test the extract they give, I might could start cross-correlating some of the factors I'm having trouble pinning down."

Julie started to shake her head, then stopped. Images from her dreams last night bubbled up in her memory. "Y'know, I might have an idea. But I think I'll keep it under wraps until I do some preliminary research."

"As you wish," Lee said. "But I don't think John's patience will last much longer if none of us can give him results soon."

At lunch, Julie quizzed Jim on his progress, or lack thereof. Jim shrugged his bony shoulders and continued spooning yoghurt in his mouth. "It's a matter of analysis," he said. "If we had a better handle on the damn stuff's composition we'd all be on the fast track. But there's only so much I can get from the mass spec, and my computer models aren't going anywhere. I need a good modeller to help me out."

"I thought you were supposed to be the whiz kid."

"Hey, hey, I am." Jim jabbed his spoon towards Julie. "You want, you can take over my job. See if you can do better."

Julie snorted. "Not likely."

"Bill's doing wonders with what little information I can get him. Where is he, anyway?"

"Neck-deep in books, last I saw. I asked if he wanted to get some lunch with us, but he barely looked up long enough to tell me no."

Jim finished his yoghurt and threw the cup on his tray. "He needs someone to run computational analyses of his synthesis paths, I need a modeller, you need some research assistants, Lee could use some endocrine specialists. Why the fuck aren't we hiring more people?"

"Keep your voice down!" Julie looked around, but none of the other employees in the large cafeteria had paid any attention to Jim's outburst. "John says he's having trouble getting more money from the company. Since that trouble with phen-fen several years ago, they're gun-shy about potentially risky experimentation for non-life-threatening conditions, and they don't want us talking to anyone else in the company about the work yet until they know if it'll pan out or not."

"Yeah, I know." He sighed. "What I wouldn't give to publish some of our findings, though." Jim glanced at his watch. "Shit. Well, back to the grind."

Walking out at the end of the day, she ran into John, who smiled wearily at her. "Long day?" she asked.

"Long day and it's shaping up to be a long night. I spent all day stamping out administrative fires." They walked quietly for a minute. "What about you? Any luck with your work?"

"Actually, I may be onto something. Give me a week or two to make sure."

John nodded. "I suspect your part in the collection scheme may become more important, especially if we can't synthesize the extract."

She looked at him. "What're you planning?"

"If Bill and Jim fail, we're looking at moving to a nation-wide collection scheme, similar to how blood is donated."

"Nation-wide?" She stopped walking. "And you don't think people will be upset that a drug company is showing dirty pictures to people and making money off the result?"

"Believe me, I know how much of a nightmare the logistics would be. And I don't think the company would be pleased with the prospect of entering the porn industry, even by proxy."

Julie shook her head and headed towards her car. "Well, we don't have to solve all of our problems tonight. See you tomorrow." She got in and headed home, thinking how she might be solving one of her problems tonight.

Dinner with Sam was uneventful. He talked about the case he was working on. She hinted at her work with vague generalities. She supposed she could have told Sam about the extract, but away from the lab the project felt a little tawdry, somehow.

"Your turn for the dishes," Julie said to him afterwards.

"My turn? You sure it's not yours?" He cocked his head to one side and grinned at her.

"Very sure." She pushed her chair back and stood up. "I've got to run to the bathroom, and then I'll help."

Inside the bathroom she opened the medicine cabinet and found the vial. Maybe she should add some sugar to the extract to help mask the taste, she thought as she choked some of it down. Replacing the vial, she flushed the empty toilet, washed her hands and headed towards the kitchen.

It wasn't long before she felt the effects of the juice kick in. She had barely begun to help Sam load the dishwasher when she started feeling hot. She waited as long as she could, which turned out to be all of two minutes, before stepping behind Sam and pressing up against his back. "Maybe you want to hurry up with those dishes," she murmured in his ear. She gently bit his earlobe and wrapped her arms around his chest.

"Oh?" Julie moved up and down, dragging her erect nipples along his back. "Oh!" He finished loading the dishwasher in record time.

They stumbled towards the bedroom, shedding clothes along the way, Julie clinging tight and kissing Sam fiercely. "You're," Sam was interrupted by a kiss, "awfully," kiss, "frisky," kiss, "tonight!" In response, Julie slipped her hand down Sam's pants and rubbed his cock through his boxers.

Onto the bed they fell, then rolled so that Julie was on top. She ran her hands under his shirt and over his chest, then started unbuttoning his shirt as fast as possible. He put his hands on her hips and rubbed downward, then circled his hands towards her crotch. All of Julie's nerves were awake and jangling, especially the ones in her tits and clit. When Sam unzipped her pants and thumbed her clitoris through her silky panties, she squeezed her eyes shut and hissed through her teeth.

She'd finished with his shirt, which lay unbuttoned around him, so she rolled off of him and onto her side. He turned so that they were chest to chest. While he rubbed the silk of her bra, tweaking her erect nipples through the fabric, she began fondling his balls and stroking his shaft. By this time Sam's hands had wandered around to Julie's back, where they began tugging at her bra's clasp. The first hook, then the second came free. Julie shrugged the bra straps off her shoulders. Sam pulled the bra off of her and tongued her nipples. They both wriggled out of their pants.

Julie felt possessed by some primal force. She kissed Sam as hard and as passionately as she could, their tongues twining, then licked her way down to his waist. His boxers were in the way, so with a growl she grabbed them in her teeth and worked them off of him. His prick swayed, back and forth, back and forth. Her mouth fit perfectly over it. Funny how she'd never thought of that. She ran her tongue around and around his dick's head, making him groan deep in the back of his throat. While she slid her mouth up and down his cock, he maneuvered her until he could put his head between her legs. Off went her panties and in went his tongue, poking, probing, until it found her clitoris. It felt like the top of Julie's head might fly off, and the feeling only intensified when he started rubbing her boobs.

They went around like that, faster and faster. She sucked and licked as his penis throbbed in time to his heartbeat and the blood in her head pounded in response to his tongue. When Sam stopped licking her cunt, she thought she might scream, but he turned his attention to her abnormally-erect nipples. Idly she wondered if they were going to set the bed on fire.

Then the orgasm hit, and Julie clenched every muscle in her body. Inside her brain fireworks went off as she shuddered. It went on and on and on, Sam's tongue driving her deeper and deeper into ecstasy. As the feeling began to wane she attacked his dick with a vengeance, sucking as if she was going to pull all of his blood out through his cock. She could feel his cock's head swelling, the whole thing getting more and more engorged, and then he was coming inside her mouth, squirting deep into her throat. She swallowed and kept sucking. Sam grabbed the headboard of the bed and yelled.

Julie stopped and wiped her mouth. Sam collapsed, completely spent. "Man," he whispered. "Oh man."

"Good?" she murmured, licking his nipples.

"Damn straight," he said.

She traced one finger down his now-limp penis. It twitched a little. "Are you up for round two?" She could feel her nipples hardening again.

"Give me a second to recover!" Sam said. "Especially after something that amazing."

"Okay. I'll go get some water," she told him. As she padded down the hall, she took a detour into the bathroom. Once in she shut the door, sat down on the toilet, and went to work on herself. It only took a minute or two to bring her to explosion again, with her clenching her teeth to keep from crying out.

Then she padded back into the bedroom. Sam was still sprawled out on the bed, his eyes closed. Julie knew how to get him up. She started licking his dick slowly, running her tongue up the shaft, over the head, and back down the other side. As she did so Sam's dick slowly started swelling again. He opened his eyes.

"You rest. I'm going to do all the work this time," Julie said.

It was all she could do to keep from impaling herself right away on his dick. Once she had it at attention once more she kept stroking it with one hand while she played with her tits with the other. When it was more than she could bear she raised herself up, got in position, and lowered herself onto him.

If anything, it was better than before. Up and down she rode, sitting mostly upright, up and down, up and down, the juice still fizzing through her system. As she began teetering on the edge of an orgasm she started moving faster and faster, trying to time Sam's own explosion. Then all was lost in a haze of sex, faster, harder, pushing against Sam's rock-hard shaft, until his second orgasm brought her to her third. She fell forward onto Sam, feeling her lust slowly seep out of her.

They lay like that for a while, until Julie finally pulled herself off of Sam with a sticky slurping noise. "Eww," she said, laughing and wrinkling up her nose. "I'm going to have to wash these sheets tomorrow."

Sam didn't even have enough energy to nod.

If anything, the next night's escapades were even wilder.

"Julie. Julie!"

Someone was shaking her. Hard. "I'm awake!" She sat up and knocked a hand off her shoulder. "I'm awake." She blinked, trying to clear her eyes of nasty sleep gunk.

Bill was standing over her. Julie stretched her back, trying to work out a kink. "You've been up here a while. Getting anywhere?" Bill asked her.

Julie looked at the pile of papers and notes in front of her. "Actually, yes. I think so." She rubbed her eyes. "What's up?"

He shrugged. "Just checking on you. You haven't been in your office all day." Then he smiled. "Besides, you might have given yourself a nasty papercut on those journal articles and bled to death up here, and then where would we be?"

"One psychologist short of a parole hearing, I guess." Fortunately her back wasn't too stiff for her to stand. Julie began gathering up her papers. "I need to head down to my office anyway. What time is it?"

"About 5:30."

"Really? Aw, crap. I'm going to be late." Without bothering to sort anything she swept the articles, papers, and notes into her briefcase. "Late late late for a very important date," she sang as she sprinted out of the library. Bill just stood there, shaking his head.

The elevator took forever to arrive, and almost two forevers to take her to the floor where her office was. A few people stuck their heads out of their offices as she skipped past them, swiping her card through readers left and right.

When she got to her office, her voicemail light was blinking. "Beep! Thursday, three forty-seven pee em." In her happy mood even the preternaturally cheerful voicemail demon didn't bother her.

The next part, however, took care of her good mood. "Hey, Julie, it's Sam. Sorry to be calling so late, but it turns out I'll be working late tonight and can't come over for dinner again." A pause, then softer. "Besides, I, uh, could use a break. I'm, um." Another pause. "Sore. Anyway, how about tomorrow?" With a click the message ended.

Well. That was it for her plans for tonight.

Sore? What was that all about? She collapsed into her chair, sighing. He should have been fine. They'd stopped after the fourth time last night, hadn't they?

An idea crawled out of one of the lower parts of Julie's brain and made its way to conscious thought. It was a dangerously attractive idea; she was surprised she hadn't thought of it earlier, in fact. But she'd need some more of the...stuff.

Traipsing down the hall, she ran into Phil. "H-h-h-hey," he said. She nodded as she passed. John had hired him from the local University a little while ago. He was rumored to be a biochem whiz, despite his lack of any degree higher than a B.S.

Fortunately no one else was around, and she made it to the storage room with no problem, almost skipping down the halls, her access card taking her past the various checkpoints. Then one more swipe and she was inside the storage room.

The main cabinet held many more vials than last time. John must really have stepped up collection since the last meeting.

Should she take just one? If she took two or three, she wouldn't have to come back so soon. She hadn't been caught so far, but no sense in running any more risk than she had to. And she'd brought a number of empty vials, just in case.

In the end she took four vials.

"What's the occasion?" Sam asked the moment he saw the candles on Julie's table the next night.

"No reason," Julie said, grinning. "I felt like making us a romantic little dinner."

"So I see." He picked up a fork and twirled it in his fingers. "Clean silverware, nice plates -- is this really 1514 Harkdale, Apartment 3G?"

Julie fwapped Sam with the dish towel she was holding. "Don't be rude. Besides, don't you know better than to look a gift meal in the entrée?"

"Okay, okay," Sam said, holding up his hands. "But if you start putting ketchup on everything, I'm going looking for your pod." He sniffed. "Though judging from the smoke, I might need that ketchup."

"Shit!" She ran into the kitchen. Sam followed to find her pulling something rather crispy out of the oven. Julie looked up at him. "No big deal, it's just the green bean casserole."

"Casserole? Aren't you the little domestic."

She brandished the still-smoking dish at Sam. "Hey, buddy, don't --" Fwee! went the smoke alarm, cutting her off. "WILL YOU FAN THAT DAMN THING?" Julie shouted over the noise.

By the time Sam had fanned the air around the smoke alarm enough to make it quit its shrill beeping, Julie had moved all of the food to the table. "It's ready. And you'd better like it."

He did like it, all except the dessert. Julie was a great cook, though she didn't bother most of the time. But she hadn't done so well with the homemade chocolate sauce she'd made for the ice cream. It had a weird aftertaste, almost like cabbage.

When Sam asked, "You want me to wash the dishes?" she shook her head. "Just sit in here. It won't take me long to clean up."

Sam leaned back, letting his dinner digest, listening to Julie clatter around in the kitchen. It seemed really hot in her apartment. He got up to check the thermostat. 72 degrees. Probably just leftover heat from her cooking.

He sat back down, then adjusted his slacks. He was developing one hell of a raging boner. Sam shifted around, but couldn't really get comfortable.

"Almost done!" Julie called from the kitchen, making Sam about leap out of his chair. "I'll just be a minute more."

"Uh, okay. I'll be right back." He headed for the bathroom. Once inside, he dropped his pants, then slid his boxers off. What greeted him was one seriously engorged penis. He watched its head swell and shrink with every beat of his heart. When he wrapped his hand around it, he could feel heat radiating from it. He hadn't had a hard-on like this since he was sixteen, if then. Sam was pretty sure he could poke holes in drywall with it, assuming he had a wall fetish.

Idly he let his hand slide down his shaft, then sucked in his breath. It felt so good, so right, that he kept doing it. Then he pulled his hand away. Julie was out there waiting for him, and he was in here jerking off.

His boxers stood out like a tent, and he had to manhandle his dick to get his slacks on and zipped up again. Good God, what had gotten into him?

When he opened the bathroom door, there was Julie. "Done in the kitchen," she said. She moved one hand to Sam's crotch. "Let's get started in the bedroom."

He grabbed Julie around the waist and hefted her over his shoulder. "Tarzan need Jane," he grunted as he carried her down the hall. She giggled and kicked her heels lightly against him.

When Sam reached the bedroom, he tossed her onto the bed. She landed on her back, then raised up on her elbows. "And will Tarzan be taking off Jane's clothes now?"

Sam began unbuttoning her shirt, then found he couldn't wait. He started ripping buttons off with his teeth, spitting them to one side. Once he was done he ripped her shirt aside, revealing her lacy white bra. He could see her nipples poking at the fabric, and he bit down gently on them through the bra's cups. Julie moaned and slid one hand down his pants, under his boxers and to his dick.

As Sam worked on removing Julie's pants she massaged his penis's head, nearly driving him to distraction. Sam could feel himself getting more and more and more excited, his erection getting firmer, if such a thing were possible. When he moved to tug off Julie's pants Julie unbuttoned his shirt, fingers flying down the row of buttons.

Then they were tearing at what was left of each other's clothes. Sam's shirt was flung to one side of the bed; Julie's pants, to the other. Sam found himself in such a hurry that he yanked down Julie's panties, then tore off his slacks. Julie smiled at him as she undid the button at the front of his boxers, letting his cock spring forth.

That did it for Sam. He couldn't wait any longer. He'd never been so ready in all of his life, and Julie's cunt was inviting him in. He shifted his hips and then rammed his penis deep inside her.

It felt like he'd stuck his penis in a socket, it was so electric. "Oh, God, yes," Julie moaned. Sam pulled back and thrust even deeper, lowering his head to lick Julie's scant cleavage. He thrust again, and felt his orgasm starting to build. Julie must have felt it, too, because she began writhing under him, causing him to groan in ecstasy. Her arms came around him and drew him in deeper, then pushed him away, then pulled him back.

Three thrusts were all he could take before he felt that tingling in his left leg that told him he was about to cum. And cum he did, pumping semen into Julie in what seemed like a never-ending stream. He nearly yelled with the feeling of it all.

He was finished, but Julie wasn't. She ground against his still-hard dick, until seconds later she too was writhing in the grips of orgasm, bucking underneath him.

When she'd finished he gently withdrew. He rolled over on his side, waiting for the post-coitus lethargy that normally hit him.

This time it didn't happen. He watched, amazed, as his penis drooped for a few seconds, then began rising once again. Almost before he realized it he was rock-hard once again.

"You're in rare form," Julie murmured before lowering her mouth to his cock. If he thought their first round of sex was amazing, it was nothing to having Julie run her tounge all around his dick's head and up and down its shaft. She maneuvered into position above him and he reached around and finally undid her bra. Her nipples were still jutting out, so he cupped both breasts and pushed the nipples in. Julie paused, then went back to work on him, taking one hand and running it up and down his length along with her mouth.

Sam took Julie's legs and moved her until she was positioned just right, then began eating her out. He had a hard time focusing on her, what with her amazing tongue and what it was doing to his penis, but he kept at it.

She came first, swaying above him in the breezes of orgasm. Then she really went to town on him, her tongue teasing around his glans, then her mouth descending to suck mightily at the steel of his erection.

It wasn't too long before he felt his leg tingling, his balls preparing to work their magic. And as she teased the head of his penis, he felt even more blood rushing into it, swelling impossibly large, before shooting into the air.

That was all he got out before she clamped her mouth around him and began eagerly swallowing all he could put out. The feeling was so intense he grabbed her, raking his nails down her back, drawing blood in his madness. Never before, even in his most fevered wet dreams, had he imagined something so amazing.

Then he was spent, and his dick collapsed like a pricked balloon, falling against him. He lay back, panting, as Julie reversed position and pressed herself up to him.

And then, impossibly, amazingly, his dick reinflated, swaying with each pump of his heart. "Holy shit," he said, watching his dick as if it belonged to someone else.

Julie glanced down. "Not done yet?" she asked, rolling on top of him. His erection poked skywards between her legs. She slowly moved down his torso, raising her pelvis into the air. Then she sat up, her opening poised above his dick.

Sam put his hands on her waist, ready to guide her down. "You are the sexiest woman I've ever seen," he said as he started to pull her down onto him.

She resisted, then slowly, ever so slowly, moved down. His cock slipped into her with agonizing slowness, sending waves of fire racing up and down his body.

Their lovemaking went long into the night.

The next night. Julie was in the bathroom in her underwear, a vial of the green stuff on the vanity before her. Sam would have been here if not for a last-minute emergency involving one of his current cases that was set to go to trial in a few days.

She stared at the vial, looking at her warped reflection in the curve of the bottle. She'd never tried taking more than a quarter teaspoon of the stuff, give or take a little. She might have gotten a little more in the chocolate sauce, but not much more.

What would more do to her? Give her a heart attack? Surely not make sex even better...could it?

Julie picked up the vial and turned it in her fingers. Liquid sloshed within. She had enough for the test she was thinking about.

She sat the vial down. Was she crazy? The stuff had given her a sex life beyond the dreams of most people. And now she wanted more?

With a convulsive twist she removed the vial's lid. Her hands were shaking as she filled a teaspoon with the liquid. She closed her eyes, stuck the teaspoon in her mouth, and swallowed.

After several seconds she opened her eyes. Not too bad, really. Even the taste of cabbage seemed to be fading with time.

She waited a while longer. It still hadn't killed her, though she was beginning to get warmer. The sexual heat was being turned up.

As usual she developed a very slight rash above her breasts. Then her nipples sprang out, even firmer than usual. They made serious dents in the cups of her bra.

She kept feeling warmer and warmer, but the warmth was beginning to center on her boobs and her groin. Her muscles tensed as she felt a cramp ripple across her stomach. Julie doubled over, then straightened up.

Her boobs felt tight, like she was retaining water, and her panties were getting damp. She felt the heat get stronger, then start to fade.

The tightness increased. She closed her eyes ran a hand across her bra and the nipples that were starting to seriously deform the fabric.

Her eyes snapped open. Her nipples weren't the only thing stretching her bra. Her boobs were bigger! Breast flesh had started to rise above the top of her bra cups, as if she'd chosen a too-small bra. Entranced, she watched her chest in the bathroom mirror, barely noticing when one of her hands slipped into her panties and began tweaking her dripping clitoris.

There was no doubt about it, her breasts were bigger. Not a lot bigger, maybe a half cup, maybe a full cup. They didn't quite fit in her bra any more, so she undid it. More breast than she'd ever had before swayed free. With one hand she cupped one of her newfound friends. The other hand went back to playing in her twat.

Later, much later, when she could think, after countless orgasms, one of which had to have lasted for some ten minutes, she thought about what she had discovered. Would it have a similar effect on men?

She'd have to tell Sam. And then the shit really would hit the fan.

Sam sat on her couch, staring, just staring. The silence in Julie's apartment was painful. Finally, "You did what?"

"I put some of the extract I've been taking in the chocolate sauce." Julie was in one of her favorite overstuffed rocking chairs. She began rocking back and forth. "I know it was dumb. I know." Rock, rock, rock. "I just...I couldn't...."

There was that silence again. Sam drew a deep breath and sighed heavily. "That sexual extract stuff hasn't been tested on humans yet. Right?"

Julie was miserable. "No. And it won't be. Not for a while." She stopped rocking. "But it hasn't hurt us! We had the greatest night of sex ever after taking just a little of it!"

"Hasn't hurt us? How the hell can you know that?" Sam's hands clenched into fists and relaxed. "Scientists can't tell whether half of what we eat will give us cancer or a stroke, and that's just what they've tested! They haven't even had a look at this stuff!"

"It comes from our bodies! It's a natural substance--"

"So's testosterone, and too much of that can kill you!" Sam stared at Julie, who dropped her eyes. "You're shoving a bloody great stick into your body chemistry and stirring it around madly when you take that juice! Look at what happened to you last night!"

"I'm fine! I went to one of the company physicians today and had a physical, and he gave me a clean bill of health." Julie cupped her breasts. "Even these are back to their old size."

"Don't be so fucking stupid, Julie!" Sam shouted. "You took a substance that may or may not be harmful, slipped some to me without telling me about it, and now you want me to take a deliberate overdose to see what happens?" He stood up, a study in tension. "Count me out. I don't want to be your guinea pig."

Julie listened to Sam stamp out of the room and to the front door. She heard him pull on his coat, then slam the door behind him as he left. Tear tracks streaked her face.

Mentally she berated herself. What had she been thinking, anyway? Of course Sam was right. She'd had no right to do what she'd done.

The whole time a little voice was whispering to her: If he doesn't want to help out, fuck him. Who needs him? You've got the juice and you've got a city full of potential...volunteers.

No, she thought. No way in hell.

But Sam had left, possibly never to return. And she had three full vials of the green liquid left.

She couldn't walk away now, not without doing a few more tests. Just a few more. And then she could stop taking the juice, finish her job with Harcomb Achers Inc. and leave the whole goddamned mess behind.

Thirty mintues later she'd freshened up, changed into a slinky black number, and was headed for one of the singles' bars she used to frequent.

When she got there she saw it hadn't changed in the year or so she'd been away. It was still a complete meat market, with women dressed in tight clothes and men with gym-hardened bodies, all of them watching and deciding who to talk to.

She'd picked her target almost as soon as she'd walked in the door. He was lightly tanned and looked fit under his turtleneck and sports jacket. He even reminded her a little of how Sam looked when he was in school --

Stop it! she told herself. She breathed in. Time to remember what it was like to have to convince a man to go to bed with her.

She slid onto the barstool next to him. He was facing the other way, watching the crowd deeper in the bar. "Hey there, handsome," she said in as low a tone as she could muster. "Buy a lady a drink?"

He turned, gave her the once-over. She could see his eyes lingering over her body; she was thankful once again that she had stayed in shape. "Sure," he said. "What are you drinking?"

"Get me a Tom Collins," she replied. "And I'm Julie."

"Rick," he said. "A Tom Collins and a G&T," Rick said to the bartender.

"A G&T?" Julie asked him. "Isn't that an old ladies' drink?"

Rick smiled. "I guess that's what happens when your grandmother raises you. At least I don't drink Tom Collinses."

She laughed, leaned closer to him. "What brings you here on a Wednesday night?"

His shoulders rose, then fell. "Beats the church social, I suppose." The background music got softer, then revved up again. "The dresses are certainly better here."

"The dresses, or the people wearing them?"

"In your case, both."

Julie grinned. "Well done. Eight out of ten points for style, though I think the Romanian judge will score you low regardless."

The bartender sat their drinks in front of them. As they picked them up and sipped, Julie had a flash of nervousness. What the hell was she doing?

"Listen, I'll be right back," Rick said. "I've got to ask that DJ for better music. Any preferences?"

"See if he'll spin some Moby," she answered him. And as he moved away Julie brought up her little purse and pulled out a small bottle. She quickly unscrewed the lid, which included a medicine dropper, and squeezed two drops of the green liquid into Rick's gin and tonic. Might as well jump start the whole process. The drink took on a slight verdant color. Julie hoped he wouldn't notice.

As she put the bottle back into her purse, she looked up to see the bartender watching her. She began to breathe faster. What now? Visions of her losing her job danced before her eyes.

Then she screwed up her courage and pulled a twenty from her purse. Sliding it to the bartender, she said, "It's nothing harmful. Just a little something to loosen him up."

The twenty vanished and the bartender smiled. "Nice to see a woman get the upper hand for once," he said to her.

As the bartender moved away again, Julie picked up her drink, amazed at her bravado. Had she just bribed a man to get him to look the other way?

Then she had no more time to think about it, because Rick was back. "No Moby, sorry," he told her. "To be honest he didn't offer much in the way of music choices."

Julie nodded and took another sip of her Tom Collins. She watched Rick pick up his drink. Her fingers drummed against the side of her stool. C'mon, she thought. Drink it. Just drink it.

He did, then grimaced. "Something wrong?" Julie asked.

Rick shrugged. "No big deal. The tonic water just tastes off."

"As bitter as that drink is, I don't know how you could ever tell."

He laughed. "Now I'm going to have to make you drink one of these."

"I'll tell you what," Julie said. "We finish our drinks and we can swap. You order me a gin and tonic and I'll order you a Tom Collins."

"You're on." They gulped their drink and Sam motioned the bartender over. "The same again for both of us," he said.

"What do you do?" Julie asked as the bartender left.

"I used to be in programming, but these days they've kicked me up to management."

"Management? You don't look the manager type."

"Give me ten years and I'll see if I can't work on that balding-with-a-gut look for you. What about you?"

"I'm a psychologist," Julie answered.

"Oh?" His eyebrows went up.

"Don't you dare make a joke about me analyzing you."

Rick held up his hands. "The thought hadn't crossed my mind. So to speak." He shifted on the barstool, looking momentarily uncomfortable. "So what does a psychologist do? Are you a professor?"

"God, no," Julie laughed. "That's the last thing I'd want to be." Rick squirmed again, and Julie decided to go for broke. "You know, this music is really starting to get annoying." She rested one hand on his knee, and he almost jumped up. "Why don't we go somewhere where we can talk more...privately."

Rick licked his lips. "Where did you have in mind?"

She ran her fingertips along his inner thigh, then pulled back a bit. "Well, how close is your place?"

"Close enough." The bartender arrived with their drinks. Rick threw him some money, then stood up, buttoning his sports coat hastily. "And never mind the drinks."

In his car he seemed even more out of sorts, moving in his seat, shifting from side to side. Julie noticed that he hadn't unbuttoned his coat. "I work for a drug company, designing general psychological tests as part of their drug evaluation program."

"Really?" He downshifted, roaring through a light just as it was turning red. "Sorry," he muttered. "Anyway, that sounds interesting."

"It's okay." Julie shrugged. "It beats teaching, that's for sure."

Silence fell. Julie watched little beads of sweat form on Rick's forehead. She hadn't slipped him that much, had he?

"We're here." He pulled into a parking garage, jumped out, and moved around the car to open Julie's door.

His apartment was tastefully furnished, with modern brushed-steel furniture and a few prints of various abstract impressionist paintings. "Fix you something?" Julie asked. "We still owe each other those drinks."

"Sure, sure. The wet bar's through that doorway. I've got to, uh, I'm -- I'll be right back."

While he went and did whatever, she went to the bar. She mixed a Tom Collins and dropped several more drops into the drink, enough to finish off Rick's dose. She then make a G&T for her and added her own dose to it -- things had been going well, but she needed some additional courage for this next part.

When she walked back into the living room with the drinks, Rick was back, seated on a sofa with his sports coat across his knees. "Here," Julie said, handing him the Tom Collins.

They both sipped. The gin and tonic was pretty nasty-tasting, and the overlay of cabbage didn't help. Rick was grimacing. "How do you drink this stuff?" he asked.

"No talking until we've finished the drinks," Julie said. "Besides, this nasty drink of yours isn't a picnic for me either."

Before she'd even downed the last of the gin and tonic Julie felt her temperature rising. Damn, the juice was acting fast. She moved onto the couch next to Rick. "Nice apartment," she told him.

"Uh, thanks." He glanced around the room, pulling his sports coat closer to him. "I decided when I bought it that it wouldn't be the typical programmer's pad."

"I noticed the absence of potato chips and video games." She moved closer to Rick, who glanced at her. "Is the bedroom this nice?"

"I, uh, what?"

It was getting harder to concentrate through the haze of desire that filled her. She gave up on subtlety and put her hand on his sports coat. His dose of juice had certainly hit him, and hit him hard, so to speak -- she could feel him even through the coat and his slacks. Hard as diamond. "I was wondering about the bedroom. You know: you show me yours and I show you mine."

He seemed to be in a daze. She stood up and took his hand. As he stood his sports coat fell away. Good god, did he ever have a package! As big as it was, UPS would have charged extra to ship it.

Rick led the way to his bedroom, Julie following. Her dress seemed abnormally tight. Had she gained weight since the last time she wore it? No, she'd been sure it fit earlier that night.

When she glanced down she almost did a double-take. The neckline of her dress was strained, trying hard to contain the burgeoning breasts underneath. What the hell was going on? She hadn't taken that much of the stuff!

She had to get her dress off. As they reached the bedroom, Julie turned around. "Unzip me?" she asked Rick.

He tugged on her dress zipper, hard. As he did the shoulders of her dress were pulled forward by her newfound assets. A look down her dress confirmed what she'd suspected: her breasts were overflowing her now-woefully-undersized bra.

Julie let her dress puddle around her ankles, then stepped out of it. Then Rick was tearing at her bra clasps, undoing them lightning fast. She slipped her hands under her bra and pulled the straps over her shoulders and off her arms. When she ran her hands over her boobs and preternaturally firm nipples she found the flesh to be a little taut, though not uncomfortably so. Her breasts weren't unreasonably huge, but they completely filled her hands and then some, something they'd never done before.

But Rick was ready to move on. He spun her around to face him and crushed her up against him. His dick poked at her through his slacks. Julie's breathing sped up as she tugged his turtleneck up over his head.

Between deep, rough kisses Julie loosened Rick's belt, then his pants. His pants slid down, revealing white underpants which were stretched to near bursting. If anything he was worse off than she'd been in her bra. She knelt and took the elastic band of his underpants in her teeth. When she maneuvered the elastic down his prick nearly hit her in the eye. Jesus! He was sporting nearly a foot of penis, and it was fully engorged. Without thinking she jammed the head of it past her lips. It was like trying to eat a small apple all at once. He throbbed inside her mouth, the head of his dick swelling, then shrinking slightly, swelling, then shrinking.

Then Rick was lifting her onto his bed. He tossed her down and fell on top of her. His hands ran over her firm breasts and her lightly muscled abs.

She stared in a mixture of lust and horror as he moved into position. Could she take all of him, or even most of him? She was about to find out.

He thrust into her, lubricated by the liquid that filled her slit. It was incredible, heavenly. Julie's eyes rolled back in her head; she went a bit mad for a while.

Sunlight falling in her eyes woke her. She was lying on Rick's bed, one arm thrown across his shoulders. She jerked and sat up. Rick mumbled something and turned over.

Ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod. What had she done? She couldn't remember anything about what had happened after they'd started having sex. Julie took stock as she stood up.

Her thighs were sore, that was for sure. She grimaced as she walked over to her dress. There were scratches up and down her arms. Judging from how her back tingled, there were scratches there, too. She reeked of sex.

As she snuck out of the apartment, she debated leaving a note for Rick. She couldn't. She was late for work, today was the day she presented her new idea -- she couldn't. He'd wake up and wonder where she'd gone and marvel at the night of sex he'd had.

Oh shit, had she said her last name? Or where she worked? She didn't think so, but it was hard to be sure. With any luck Rick's memory would be too scrambled to remember much about her, beyond what an amazing fuck she'd been.

She caught a taxi back to her apartment, thankful she'd not driven the night before. She took the fastest shower in her life and threw on a slightly-wrinkled pantsuit. She barely looked at herself in the mirror on the way out, butterflies flitting in her stomach.

Her case of the nerves stayed with her up to the moment she stood before John, Bill, Lee, and the rest of the team. Then calmness descended, shoving aside her nervousness.

"Up until now, we've been unsuccessful in coming up with an arousal scenario for women. Given the ease with which we came up with one for men, I've been a bit disappointed. How can we come up with a scenario which is quick and effective?

"We've been asking the wrong question. We know women are to some extent less visually-oriented. Context plays a large role in their fantasy life. We have to play to those strengths.

"I believe the movie approach will work, but only if the proper context is established. We need to use a variety of preparatory materials creating a storyline, making the subjects identify with the visual stimuli."

Jim's hand shot up. "En englais, por favor?"

Julie smiled. "Gentlemen, we're going to create a romance novel."

John was shaking his head. "Granted, such an approach may net us some extract. May, I say. But the process will take much longer than the corresponding one for males."

"Perhaps. But according to what Lee's found, the process is linked to that of achieving orgasm, right?" Lee nodded. "Men's orgasms are short, and once over a recoverty time is required. Not so with women. If production of the extract is really linked with orgasms, it might be possible for a woman to produce much more of it once they achieve the proper state."

"I'm not sure," Lee said. "Will the women really want to watch pornography?"

"Sure," Julie said. "Plenty of studies show that women enjoy pornography." She paused. "In fact, we can use that to our advantage. Play up the fact that we're supposedly exploring the arousal stimuli. Tell the women that they will be seeing naked people in bed, all in the name of science. Give them some way of cancelling the experiment at any time, put control in their hands, and see if most won't continue until the end."

There was a lot more discussion after that, but as it wore on Julie became calmer and calmer. It was obvious that she had the go-ahead long before John made it official.

"Damn good idea, Julie," John told her as the meeting was breaking up. He seemed to already have something else on his mind. His eyes would wander down, then away, his thoughts clearly somewhere else. "Now just make it work."

Julie smiled and nodded, but her mind was also elsewhere. She grabbed Bill as he was leaving. "You were awfully quiet in there," she told him.

He shrugged. "I, um, you seemed to have it all under control." He wasn't looking at her.

"Are you okay?"

To her surprise, he blushed. "Yeah. Thinking about work. I better get back to it." And then he was headed down the hall away from her.

What had gotten into him? Julie took a drink from a nearby water fountain and straightened the top of her pantsuit. It didn't quite feel right, and when she glanced down, she realized why. Her breasts hadn't completely returned to their natural size, and the lapels of her suit were pushed aside somewhat.

She grinned. If a little extra sweatermeat had helped her presentation, so much the better.

The call had come as a complete surprise. It had been over a week since Sam had stormed out, and in that whole time he hadn't called, hadn't emailed, hadn't contacted her in any shape, form, or fashion. Julie hadn't tried to call him, God no.

"Julie?" There he was, on the other end of the line, sounding terribly abashed. "Can I come over?"

When he showed up he looked no less abashed, and he had a bouquet of roses. Sitting across from her, he kept figeting. He finally said, "I was an ass."

"Yes. You were."

Sam gave her a pained expression. "I'm trying to apologize here. Can't you make it a little easy on me?"

Julie grimaced. "Sorry."

He shrugged it off. "I thought about what you did, and why you might have done it. I know I've been complaining about our sex life some. How I wanted you to be more agressive." Sam laughed. "I guess I got what I wanted."

"You're not still--"

"No, no, I'm not mad any more. And the stuff you gave me didn't have any lasting effects."

Julie let out a breath she didn't realize she'd been holding. "Thank God. When I think about how stupid it was of me to slip you that stuff--"

"I think we should try some more of it."

She sat still for several seconds. "I mean, if you think it's a good idea, and if you have some more."

"You want to try it again?"

He was still figeting. "The night you gave us that stuff was, bar none, the best night of sex I've ever had. Judging from what you said, it was the best for you as well. And I'd love to experience that again. Don't get me wrong, sex with you has always been good, but that was--well.

"And I love you. This week apart from you has been the most miserable week of my life. I'd give anything to have you back. I don't want to go another week without hearing your voice, or smelling your hair.

"Hey, if I can get you and the splendiferous sex in one great package, so much the better."

Sam's words hit her like a one-two punch. "I...I don't know what to say."

"Say yes."

She laughed. "You sound like you're asking for my hand in marriage."

"Um."

"Don't worry." She laughed again. "I'm not ready to be married yet. But great sex with the man I love? How can I say no?"

Sam grinned, his white teeth gleaming. Then they sat there, staring at each other. He finally broke the silence: "So, uh, what now?"

"I suppose we try the extract," Julie said.

"Do you have enough? I thought I might, you know, try the extra-large dose."

"I think so. Oh, and I discovered that it has a larger effect when mixed with alcohol."

One of his eyebrows went up. "You've been experimenting?"

"Only the night you left." An image of Rick lept to her mind. She pushed it away guiltily. "I had had a bit to drink, and then I took some of the extract." It wasn't that far from the truth. And the little dose she'd taken on Saturday night when she couldn't sleep didn't really count, anyway.

"Alcohol, hm?" Sam nodded. "It lowers inhibitions; that might have something to do with it. How much do we need to take?"

"Who knows?" Julie thought about the teaspoon she'd taken a week ago, and the quarter-teaspoon she and Rick had had. What the hell, time to go for broke. "Let's try a shot or two of something and a teaspoon's worth."

They gathered the ingredients they needed and headed to the bedroom. At Sam's suggestion they stripped down to their underwear. "I want to see what's going on," he told Julie.

Quietly, almost solemnly, Julie poured them both a shot of scotch. They downed them together. Then she measured out a teaspoon of the stuff, gave it to Sam, and repeated the process for her. Then they both downed another shot of scotch.

It hit Sam without much delay. He grunted softly and held his stomach. "It hurt?" Julie asked, and Sam nodded.

His breath was picking up, she noted. And the front of his boxers was drawing away from his body, pushed by his prick.

Her breathing was faster, too. She knew what to expect now, more or less, and so wasn't surprised when her breasts caught fire from within. The heat was intense; she could almost see heat waves rising from her flushed chest.

No, it was her chest that was rising. Already excess flesh was welling over the top of her bra. She glanced at Sam, and was shocked to see his boxers stretched to where they didn't touch him anywhere but his ass and his dick. He moaned, then pulled mightily at their elastic waist to slide them over his penis and down his legs. He was obscenely engorged, almost a royal purple color, and with every heartbeat his dick grew a little longer, a little wider. Already its head had passed his navel and was headed for points north.

Julie had started the race late, but she was starting to catch up. Her nipples seemed likely to cut through the lace of her bra, and the whole garment was stretched away from her body. She reached around and began fumbling with her bra hooks. As soon as they were free her breasts slid out of the bra's cups, leaving the bottom of the bra just above her dusky areolae.

Then Sam was grabbing her, throwing her to the bed, ripping off her panties and loose bra. He'd gained inches in the seconds she'd been occupied with her boobs. Sam's dick had stabilized at somewhere between "damn big" and "oh my God what horse did you steal that from?" Her hand wouldn't go all the way around it, and its head was just below the middle of his chest.

They were kissing, tongues probing each others' mouths. Sam's hands on her boobs were cool. The boobs themselves were still giving off heat like a furnace, but they'd stopped growing. A D cup? A DD cup? Sam's palm covered her areola with plenty to spare, but not even his long fingers could encompass her breast's entire girth. Her skin was taut, and the sex bumps along her areola were at full attention.

She grabbed his dick again to feel the blood pulse beneath its skin. Sam moved his kisses down to her expanse of breast flesh, running his tongue around one nipple, around and around and around. Julie's breath was coming in short gasps now.

It was the work of a moment to shove him and flip him on his back. Then she was the temptress, her tongue sliding along his chest, his abdomen, staying well clear of the gigantic rod which jutted from his groin. Finally, slowly, she ran her tongue along its length and breadth and width. Its head was huge. She couldn't get it in her mouth, but she could run her lips all over it, sucking on it. Julie reached down between Sam's legs and found the blood vessel which fed his insatiable dick. When she pressed on it, his dick grew even harder, its head swelling past its already-outsized dimensions.

"You're -- too -- big," she panted as she came up for air. "Can't -- take -- you."

Then inspiration struck. Dangling her boobs over him, dragging their nail-hard nipples across him and his monster member, she fumbled in the nightstand drawer next to her bed. Her hand found the tube of KY jelly she hadn't used in quite a while. Julie popped its cap and proceeded to lubricate Sam's dick while he groaned and clutched at the bedsheets.

"Shh, shh, shh," she said, then gathered her huge breasts together, one in each hand, at least as much as she could gather. Julie lowered herself on top of Sam, engulfed his dick with her boobs, and began moving along it.

She was slow at first, but the flames were growing within her. She sped up, and Sam began thrashing back and forth. He grabbed her shoulders and they tumbled, ending up with him on top. Then he grabbed her breasts and thrusted deep within their cleavage, the head of his dick passing over Julie's face. Her hands now free, she let one of them wander down to her cunt and begin stroking her hot button.

Julie's orgasm came fast and stayed for a while. Somewhere in the middle of it she realized that Sam was pumping out semen, gushing on her chest, her face, her hair. His penis kept spasming, over and over and over.

They lay side by side, Julie flat on her stomach, still shuddering as she came down from her orgasm. Sam's prick relaxed, falling limp across his stomach and onto her back. It was warm, and she couldn't help but think of a large, cylindrical water balloon. When she rolled over and laid one hand on it, it surged back into life, the blood rushing back into it with frightening speed. Was it even bigger? Holy fuck, it was. It just about reached his chin.

Taking stock, Julie discovered that Sam wasn't the only one who was bigger. Her hips flared out more than normal, and her breasts were large enough to have been borrowed from a professional stripper.

Sam leaned over her, his eighteen inches waving between them, swelling and relaxing in time to his heartbeat. "Your turn," he whispered, then rotated until his crotch was at her face and his mouth was buried between her legs.

The warmth of his tongue on her clit sent her thrashing again as pleasure spiked through her. Julie wrapped both hands around his dick for support, then began sliding them up and down his shaft. Both hands could encompass him -- barely. She let her hands slide further up his gargantuan dick, over the flared edges of its head and on. Then she began caressing its tip, round and round. She could feel Sam tremble every time she ran her fingers over the very end of his penis.

He'd been hard at work with his tongue, to good effect. Every caress of his tongue was making her hotter and hotter. She in turn kept rubbing on his prick and licking his balls, which looked to be the size of apples. He suddenly sucked on her clit, making her jump and reflexively slide her hands hard down his dick.

That did it. She could feel his entire penis swell further, pushing her hands apart, and then he was cumming again, spurting so much Julie half-expected his balls to deflate completely. He groaned loudly. A stray thought ran through her mind: after tonight, would she be able to clean these sheets, or would she just have to burn them?

As he recovered from his orgasm, he bent his head down and went back to work. Sparks danced before Julie's eyes, and then her orgasm hit. She shrieked and reflexively dug her fingers into Sam's softening penis, then, when he hissed in pain, started clutching at the sticky sheets around her.

He turned back around so they were face to face, then began licking and massaging her boobs while she rode the crest of her orgasm. "...inside," she grunted, "I want you inside." In a frenzy she pushed Sam over and jammed the still-large head of his soft penis inside her. It barely fit, but somehow she took it and a few inches to boot. At first she could feel his penis continue to soften, but then it changed its mind, swelling again, pushing against the walls of her vagina. God, how was this possible?

Never mind how or why, it was happening. She'd taken the tip of the iceberg, so to speak, and they certainly were both titanic. He rocked his hips back, then forward, sliding that behemoth cock of his an inch out and in, out and in. Given his current size his face was just past her navel, but his hands could reach her swollen breasts. He leaned on his elbows, continuing his rocking motion, and let his fingertips play along the curves of her chest. His fingers traced along the veins, visible beneath flushed skin, and around her areolae.

"Yes, oh, yes," Julie said, panting in time to his thrusts. It only took seconds before she climaxed, bucking and twisting on the end of Sam's rod. But he kept pumping, and as she came down from her third orgasm she climaxed into her fourth.

And then her fifth.

And her sixth.

She was somewhere in the middle of number seven -- or perhaps eight, she was losing track -- when Sam's rocking, which had been getting faster, paused. She could feel the blood rushing into his prick, stretching her further, in preparation for his release.

And release he did. His whole body clenched, and then hot semen started filling her. Julie threw her head back hard enough that she saw stars as she slid into what felt like orgasms number nine, ten, eleven, and twelve all rolled into one.

When they woke up the next morning Sam still had a twelve-inch dick, none of Julie's bras fit, and they were both exhausted and a little sore.

They both called in sick.

Julie had been staring at her notes for what felt like hours now. Two weeks of work, and she and Lee still hadn't hammered out the details of the new protocol for women.

She uncrossed her feet on the table in front of her, shoving some crinkled yellow pieces of paper onto the floor. Across the table, Lee looked up. "Getting anywhere with stage 3b?"

Julie shook her head. "I still don't know how to segue from the introductory materials to the movie." She gently massaged the bridge of her nose. "What about you?"

"You try finding medical trials that are even remotely relevant to what we're doing."

She snorted. "Sounds like we could use a break. Back in five." Julie slipped out and headed for the bathroom.

Standing at the sink, splashing water on her face, she stared blankly at herself in the mirror. She looked down to find she was holding one of the vials from her purse.

Yeah, a bit should help. She popped the top of the vial and took a little sip. The now-familiar cabbage taste filled her mouth and nose; energy filled her body.

Replacing the vial back in her purse, she checked her stock. She was running low. Time to pick up some more. Plenty of time after work.

Work! She still had work to do. She almost skipped back into the room where she and Lee were working. She hunkered down over her notes and was busy scribbling away when Lee came back in. "My, that was some break," Lee said.

"You bet," Julie responded. "I do my best thinking in the bathroom."

"If you want me to I'll ask John to let us put a toilet in here for you."

"Ha ha ha."

As the afternoon wore on Julie worked with unflagging energy. And if she kept her legs crossed and rubbed them together from time to time, who was to notice? Certainly not Lee, who was far too engrossed in his stacks of papers.

A little after five Lee left to take care of some other work before leaving. Julie's energy finally drained away around six. She packed up her notes, dropped them off at her office, and trotted down the hall to the storage room. The whole thing was routine by now: make sure the hall is clear, run her card through the reader, close the door behind her, take a few vials, leave a few empties, edit the log, and slip back out.

The hitch came on the way out. She exited, shut the door, turned around -- and there was Jim, entering the hall where a side corridor met it and walking away from her. She didn't want to risk opening the door again, so quietly, slowly, she creeped down the hall, hoping Jim wouldn't turn around, rehearsing stories in her head in case he did.

But he didn't turn around, and she made it to that side corridor without him seeing.

Of course, she then ran smack into Bill. "Oh! Um."

Bill gave her a puzzled look. "I thought you'd gone home. What're you doing on this side of the building?"

"I. Um." Time to go for misdirection. "Have you seen Lee? I'd been hoping to run some ideas past him before he left."

"No, I --"

"Damn, sorry, I'm going to run and see if I can catch him in the parking lot. Bye!"

She jogged away, leaving Bill standing there. "...but Lee's office is near yours," she could hear him saying.

"Tonight I'd like to try something different," Sam said.

Julie stopped, fork full of linguini halfway to her mouth. "Oh?"

"Well, it is Friday, so we don't have to go to work tomorrow...." He waggled his eyebrows at her.

"Oh!" She stood up and began picking up plates.

"Hang on!" Sam laughed. "Slow down! I want you to hear my idea." Julie sat down, putting plates back on the table.

"Okay. Here's the thing. One of the things I find sexiest about you taking the juice is how your...you know." He gestured towards her chest. "How they grow."

"Are you blushing?" Julie asked. "You are! You're blushing!" She laughed, making him blush more.

"It's my Lutheran upbringing."

"I'll show you upbringing," Julie said, scooting her chair closer to Sam and draping her hand across his crotch.

He smiled. "I told you, hang on until I'm finished. The thing is, if you take the stuff and you grow, we're fine. If I take the stuff and grow, I don't fit any more. So I wanted us both to take a little to get started, then you take more for the grand finalé."

"Mmm." Julie thought about it some. "Mmm!" She leaned even closer to Sam and whispered in his ear, "I think that can be arranged."

They left the plates where they were and hurried to the bedroom. Julie pulled open the drawer in her nightstand and took out the bottle of scotch, much depleted, and a vial of the extract, also rather depleted. She took the top off the vial and passed it to Sam. "Bottoms up," he said and sipped. Julie took a sip herself, then put the vial on the nightstand next to the scotch.

Sam and Julie rushed through the foreplay and the early stages, urged on by the siren's song of the juice. Soon enough Sam was spreadeagled on his back, Julie above him, impaled on his dick.

"It's time," Julie whispered. She reached out for the vial. There was about a tablespoon and a half left; she downed it all, then took a swig from the bottle of scotch.

The dose took effect almost immediately. Julie arched her shoulders back, thrusting her chest forward. Sam reached up and cupped her boobs. His hands were cold on her fevered skin. They felt good against her jutting nipples.

She rocked up and down on Sam's pole, her heart pounding slowly. Julie's initial growth was in time to her heartbeat. Thump-thump, and her boobs pushed out against Sam's hands. Thump-thump, and she swelled to a C cup.

Then her increase sped up as she rode Sam's dick faster and faster, moaning all the while. Her breasts were forcing Sam's hands apart and away from her body. They filled his hands, then overfilled his hands, flesh spilling around his fingers. When he pulled his hands away, Julie saw that she was nearly as big as she was that first night they'd both grown so much together, and she was still gaining ground.

Julie's boobs were really starting to fly as she moved up and down on Sam. She was getting that now-familiar rush, and then she felt Sam's release as he gushed inside her. "Nonononono not yet not yet," she gasped. He was softening already.

"Hang on," Sam said, and sure enough, he'd barely gotten soft at all when he began hardening again. Julie's breasts jutted out in front of her, two amazingly firm melon-shaped protuberances which jiggled with her every motion. She caressed them, feeling their heat. They were still growing. She could hardly dent their skin when she pushed.

Sam took hold of her hips and guided her movements, until Julie came, trembling and crying out from the feeling. Her boobs seemed to have stopped growing just shy of Antaean. They cast shadows across Sam, who looked up at her past their huge curve. He reached up and slid his hands around them. They curved down, then out, the bottom of them nearly reaching her navel. They jutted out so far that they were nearly half the length of Sam's forearm.

"Ah, fuck it," Sam suddenly said.

"You are," Julie said, grinning, but her eyes widened as she saw him take a sip of scotch.

"Mmmyes, ah, yes," Sam groaned. He was growing, his dick pushing up and out inside her. Julie raised up some five inches, leaving an inch or two of him in her. She lowered, then raised up six. The next time she could raise up eight inches, and there was plenty of cock left. When she lowered herself again, the fat head of Sam's shaft bumped her cervix, and its girth was almost more than she could take.

He stopped growing then, thank God. She could still fit all of him in. It hurt a little, but the pain was all but overwhelmed by the pleasure. She leaned into Sam's chest, her bounteous boobs between them. Her chest was so firm she couldn't reach Sam to kiss him, but she could still pump him for all she was worth.

And she did. She slid along Sam's length, rubbing her breasts on his chest. Her nipples dug into him and he hissed. She had to go slow to keep from hurting herself on his whacking great cock. It was such a tight fit she could feel where the veins were swollen on it as they rubbed her.

They took their time despite the juice fizzing through their bodies--too fast and Julie risked injuring herself. The pain and pleasure of it filled Julie, so much that she could hardly keep going but knew she could never stop. Her orgasm slammed into her, and as a bonus added another cup size to her tits. Sam came right behind in a sloppy explosion that couldn't go anywhere because of Sam's tight fit. Julie's stomach pooched out from his semen, and when she lifted off of Sam's cock his cum gushed out of her.

Rather than risk another ride on the baseball-bat penis Sam was sporting Julie decided to suck him off. She couldn't swallow much of him, but she made the most of what she could, teasing the tip and wrapping her two hands around his cock and sliding them along his length. Once he'd shot his wad again Sam started working on Julie, his tongue teasing her fat nipples, his fingers working on her clit. She rocked against Sam's hand and pushed his face into her breasts, loving the feel of his scruff against her tits. Under Sam's expert ministrations her orgasm built slowly, ratcheting up in intensity until she was flat-out screaming in ecstasy, head back and oversized boobs jiggling.

They kept taking turns until early in the morning.

On the other side of the two-way mirror, a woman sat in the collection booth. She was wearing a number of leads and the collection cuff was on her right thigh. In her hands was a slim book, half-finished.

Then the movie began and the woman put the book down. In the observation room, the nurse's voice came over intercom: "Collection begun; rate is steady." Inside the observation room, the team began clapping and whistling.

When the noise had quieted down, John said, "This is the fourth woman we've processed, and the protocol Julie and Lee came up with is working flawlessly. This should easily double our rate of collection."

"Hot damn," Jim said. "Now maybe we can crack this thing wide open."

Lee nodded, adding, "I've already begun doing a comparison of women's reactions to those of men."

"And that's the kind of work we're going to need to see this project through to completion," said John. "It's thanks to all of your persistence that we've come this far, against some nasty odds. Let's not ease up now." He stood, and the rest

Julie was filing out with everyone else when John put his hand on her shoulder. "Do you have a moment, Julie?" He smiled at her.

"Uh, sure." She hung back, letting those behind her leave. "What's up?"

"It's -- well." He sighed. "There's never a good way to break news like this." He led her out into the hall. Two security guards were standing by the door; when they saw Julie, they in to flank her. "Some irregularities have come to my attention. Irregularities involving you and the extract."

Panic hit. "What? I don't know what you're talking --"

"We have you on tape." He stroked his beard. "Someone who was worried about you came and talked to me about your aberrant behavior."

Movement down the hall caught Julie's eye. Bill had been peering around the corner and had just ducked out of sight. "Fuck," Julie muttered.

"Please, be calm, Julie. Everyone at Harcomb Achers appreciates what you've done for our project. All we're asking is that you take voluntary job termination." He held up his hands placatingly. "I know what you're thinking, but we don't want to treat you unfairly. We're offering three months severance pay plus continuation of health coverage. These two gentlemen will escort you to your office so you can collect your things."

The fuck you know what I'm thinking, Julie thought. The juice. There'd be no more juice, not unless she could set up a collection system like the one here. And that just wasn't going to happen.

"I don't have a choice, do I?" said Julie.

John shook his head. "This is how it has to be."

The two men moved closer; one took her arm. The song of the extract was strong in her head. With the stuff she could do anything. And she'd do anything for the stuff.

"I'm sorry, John. I'm so sorry." Tears leaked from her eyes.

"It's okay."

She lifted her head, grinning madly through her tears. "No, not about that." And she slammed her knee into John's crotch. He doubled over, gasping. When one of the security guards went to help him she drove her elbow into the second guard's stomach.

Then she was running down the hall, running as if her life depended on it. Running as fast as she could for the room where all her dreams now lived.

A closed door. Oh shit, what if they'd thought to deactivate her card. But no, the card still worked, and the door swung open. On she ran again.

Once inside the storage room she shoved the door shut, then wedged the edge of the clipboard between the door and the frame. That should slow them down.

Julie opened one of the cabinets. Rows upon rows of vials, all filled to the brim with murky green extract. She had to make the most of the moment, because after this she wasn't getting more of this stuff, that was for damn sure.

The top of the first vial she grabbed didn't want to come off, so she smashed the neck of it against one of the cabinet shelves, then chugged the vial's contents, mindful of the jagged edge of the vial. She gagged a bit on the cabbage taste, then took a second vial. Grab, smash, gulp, toss. It became routine, and before she realized it she'd gone through twenty vials.

The doorknob to the room turned, but the clipboard was putting too much pressure on the door. Just like pennying a dorm room door, Julie thought.

She was on fire from the inside out. The room began to spin around her, and bright spots danced across her vision. Her bra. She had to loosen it. Julie reached around and unhooked it through her business suit.

Sweat was running down her face. How many people's sex drive had she ingested? About five teaspoons to the vial, a quarter teaspoon per person, twenty vials...the only thing she knew is that math was hard for her right now.

Whoever was outside was banging on the door now. The clipboard wiggled in time to the pounding, but stayed in place.

The room took on a list to one side, so she leaned against the closed cabinet. There were definite differences between using alcohol as a booster stage and taking the extract direct. For one thing, her breasts were swelling with patient deliberateness. She could feel them inching forward, moving her bra out of the way as they flowed downwards. Julie looked down to see her shirt rising steadily, pushing aside the lapels of her jacket. Gotta unbutton the shirt and jacket, she thought, sliding to the floor. She settled for unbuttoning and unzipping her slacks, which felt tight.

It was a strange feeling, being so fucking horny and yet so calm. She felt as if she was floating outside her body, watching her hips grow and her shirt strain to hold her widening breasts inside.

John had sent the security guards on ahead while he doubled over, held his knees, and gasped for air. He had to breathe around the pain in his nuts. Damn, did it hurt.

The two guards hadn't managed to open the door to the storage room before he got there. "She's wedged something in the door," one of them said while the other beat on the door. "We should have it open in a minute."

"A minute may not be soon enough," John snapped. "The chemicals inside that room are priceless. That bitch will set us back months if she pours everything out."

A third guard came jogging down the hall, a flexible rectangle of metal in one hand. "Step aside, sir," he told John. The guard slid the strip between the side of the door and the frame near the top, then began moving it down. Just above the door handle it stopped. "Aha." The guard withdrew the strip, then jammed it in the space above the handle. After a few jabs something clattered to the floor inside the room.

John said, "I'll go in alone. With any luck I can calm her down, get her to come out without harming anything. I'll yell if I need you. Understood?" The guards nodded, though they didn't look pleased with the order.

"Julie?" No answer. "Julie, I'm going to open the door now and come in. I'm alone, Julie. No one else is coming in with me." Still no answer.

In for a penny, in for a pound. "Here I come, Julie." He opened the door partway and slid his bulk through the opening before shutting the door again.

John couldn't see around the corner to where the cabinets were, nor could he see Julie. But he did notice an empty vial at his feet, its neck broken off. Goddammit, she'd gotten rid of some of the extract. He swallowed his anger and plastered a calm smile on his face. The situation might still be salvageable.

"I'm coming around the corner, Julie." The whole room smelled musky. Was it the extract? John hadn't ever dealt directly with the stuff. It probably was, considering the hard-on he was starting to get. That extract was damn potent, even in aerosol form. If they could crack the code and learn how to manufacture that juice, Harcomb Achers Inc., and by extension John, would all but have a license to print money. Pfizer had better look out, was all John had to say.

He stepped around the corner and stopped. Holy fucking shit. Julie hadn't poured out the extract. She'd taken the extract, and it had fucked her over but good. She was sitting on the floor, eyes closed, back against a cabinet and legs stretched straight out in front of her.

At least, John assumed her legs were stretched straight out. He couldn't see much of them around the giant beachball-sized breasts that sagged over them. There was something white perched atop her mammaries; it took John a minute to realize that it was her bra.

Was she dead? Her head was lolling to one side. John stepped forward, and heard something crunch underfoot. It was a button from Julie's ripped and torn shirt.

At the sound Julie's head jerked up and she locked eyes with John. Her eyes were a deep green. "Hello, John." Her voice was slurred. "Come to fuck me?" She spread her legs further.

"What? No!" But his erection pressing hard against his boxers was saying yes. "Clearly you need help. Let me call in the security guards and we'll get you to the medical facility."

Julie narrowed her eyes. "You need to fuck me." The scent of musk in the room got heavier. John was finding it hard to concentrate.

"I need to...to..." What was he supposed to do? If his dick got any harder it'd slice right through his khakis. He chewed on his bottom lip. "Come on. Let me help you up." He took Julie's arm. She wrenched it down, bringing John down on top of her. Her and her breasts, which were warm and inviting.

John gasped, and the smell shot straight to his brain. "You're." His right hand started caressing her breasts without him thinking about it. "You need." He took a deep breath to try to clear his head, but it had the opposite effect.

His pants were off. How'd that happen? Well, if his pants were gone, he might as well remove his boxers too. His dick sprang out, more erect than it had been since he was eighteen. John started massaging Julie's soft breasts. She murmured deep in her throat, and a milky green fluid started dripping from her nipples. He lowered his mouth to one nipple and began sucking on it. At first it tasted like cabbage, but he quickly stopped noticing that.

His dick was swelling, getting larger with every pulse of his heart. John lifted himself and maneuvered his now-foot-long cock under Julie's breasts. She grabbed it with both hands and guided him into her.

Word of Julie being fired and her subsequent flight spread like wildfire among the other four members of the team. "The security substation," Lee told the others. "If she ran to the storage room we can see her from there."

"Hey," one of the security guards inside the little room said when all of them trooped in. "You can't be in here."

"You've got worse problems than us, Mister Security Man." Jim pointed at one of the many TVs, where Julie could be seen breaking open vials and swallowing the contents.

"Oh, shit, they'll have our hides if we don't stop her," the guard who had complained said to the other one. "Don't touch nothin'," he said as the two of them ran.

The team members had other things on their mind. "What do you think that much extract will do to her?" Lee said.

"She's been taking it for a while, I think," Bill answered. "She may have developed a tolerance for the pure extract."

"Uh, guys?" Jim said.

"What I wouldn't give to have her wired for telemetry right now. The physiological data we could get -- and us years away from human trials. Right now any data could give us a leg up."

"Guys?"

Bill nodded at Lee. "If this doesn't hurt her, maybe John will give us permission for limited animal trials ahead of schedule."

"Guys!" Jim was pointing at the monitor, eyes gone wide. Everyone turned to look.

"Oh, guh-g-g-great. J-j-juh-just great," Phil muttered. "L-l-luh-like I nuh-needed s-s-s-s-something like th-th-th-thu-this t-t-to happen again."

On the monitor, Julie was arching her back as the front of her shirt slowly thrust itself out of her jacket. She went to undo her pants and slid to the floor in the process. Then she undid the buttons of her jacket.

"How the hell is that even possible?" Jim asked Lee, who shrugged.

Her growth was steady, testing the limits of her shirt. First the shirttails rose, then stress lines began appearing along the front of the shirt. Gaps appeared between the buttons as the stress of her growth pulled the shirt apart.

"I don't understand," Lee muttered. "What process is behind this? And why would an overdose of human libido do anything like that?"

"I wish this monitor wasn't so grainy," Bill said. When everyone turned to stare at him, he blushed. "That's not what I meant. This may be our only chance to see what an overdose does. If only we could see it in person."

"Nuh-no, d-d-duh-don't wish f-f-f-for th-th-th-th-that," Phil said.

"Look at that!" Jim said. Julie's shirt had finally popped open, and her breasts were creeping down her front, headed for her legs. "Thank god she undid her bra or she'd be in some seerious pain right now."

"Her panties look tight. Hypertrophy of the hips, I'd bet," said Lee. Then, as her panties ripped and she tossed them aside, "Looks like I was right."

"When are the guards going to get in there?" Bill asked. "She needs help!"

Phil pointed to a different monitor. "Look th-th-thuh-there." It showed John and two security guards working to get the door open.

"There they go," Jim said as the third guard joined them and opened the door. But only John went inside, presumably to reason with her.

Then they all fell quiet, watching in disbelief as John reached Julie, then proceded to fall upon her and disrobe.

"What the fuck?" Jim said.

"Indeed," Lee answered.

"He must have some crazy thing about big breasts," Jim said.

"What is that liquid coming from her nipples?" Bill asked. They stared as John started sucking down the liquid.

"B-b-buh-based on the c-c-color, I'd s-s-s-suh-say it's m-m-m-more extract."

"It's altered her milk-producing glands? I wonder if that's due to prolonged use or the overdose. Perhaps it's due to both."

"You're the doc, Lee," said Jim. "You tell me."

Outside the door, the other two security guards they'd met in the substation had joined the first three. They were having some sort of argument. Then the two newly-arrived guards went in.

When they rounded the corner, both of them recoiled. Then one of them began taking off his clothes, only to be pulled back outside by his partner, who was holding his nose.

"Pheromones!" Bill said.

"What?"

"Pheromones! That's why John did what he did. He couldn't help himself. Did you see how the guards reacted? If that one hadn't thought to hold his nose they'd all have been banging away in there."

"All of her sexual responses are orders of magnitude greater," Lee said. "This is incredible."

Jim sat down in one of the chairs. "Anyone else feel really hot?" He fanned himself. "There's not enough air in this room."

The radio on the desk crackled to life. One of the guards was talking into his walkie-talkie. "Shut down the air ducts! Now! And get us some guys in containment suits. We've got a potential situation here."

"Th-th-thuh-that's one sm-sm-smart guh-g-g-guard," Phil said. "Th-th-thuh-those pheremones are spuh-spreading th-th-th-through the building."

"Oh," said Jim. He was holding a stack of papers over his lap.

"What? Are you sure?" someone was responding over radio.

"Now, goddammit! Now! Unknown airborne contaminant is spreading!"

The ubiquitous sound of the air conditioning faded. Clangs echoed from the air ducts, and the door to the substation swung shut.

"Good grief," Lee said. "They can seal off the whole building. Makes you wonder what other sorts of things Harcomb Achers is involved in, that they need this level of biocontamination protection."

It didn't take long for guys in environment suits and portable air packs on their back to reach the five guards. They had masks for each of the guards. Once they had distributed those masks, they headed into the storage room.

It was clear they weren't ready for what they found. They stood there, watching John and Julie coupling, for a moment. Then they dragged the two apart. John kept trying to hit the suited figures, then went to stroking his large cock. Julie was writhing on the ground, her hand busy splittin' the kitten.

"Well. This is going to change a few things," Lee said.

Julie woke up disoriented. She could remember running to the storage room and drinking from all of those vials. Then things got muzzy. John -- had John fucked her? And her boobs! They'd been gargantuan!

She sat up to give herself the once over. At least, she tried to sit up. She could only raise her head a little ways off of the bed. Her arms and legs were strapped down.

Her boobs were still plenty big, judging from what she could see, but nowhere near as big as they had been. What had happened?

"Hello?" Julie said. Then she started shouting. "Hello?!? Someone answer me!"

"Please calm down," came a voice from a speaker overhead. "We've had to restrain you for your own protection."

"What the hell?"

"I'm afraid we've had to isolate you."

"Isolate me?" Fear crept into her voice. "What the hell happened?"

"You need to be calm and rest now."

Julie realized that she was starting to hurt all over. And underlying the pain was a craving, a desire. "Yeah, okay, I will, okay. But I have to have some of the extract to help me."

"We can't give you any."

The pain and desire was getting worse. "Just a sip! Okay? That's all I need."

"Please try to get some sleep."

Tremors spasmed through Julie's muscles. She began to kick and scream, trying to break her bonds. "Get me out of here! Somebody? Anybody?!? HELP ME, PLEASE!"

She screamed until, mercifully, she passed out.

Julie was sitting on the balcony of their hotel room, soaking up rays in a stretchy knit bikini, when the phone rang. Sam brought it out to her. "Hello?" she said.

"Hi, Julie." It was Lee.

"How are you doing?"

"Better." Julie laughed. "A lot better. How are things there?"

"Decent. John won't be coming back to work any time soon either. I'm pretty much project lead now."

"Congratulations!" Julie said.

"Well, I suppose so. Listen, I was just calling to tell you that Harcomb Achers is done with you. They've agreed to a month of severance pay, but they're dropping your health insurance."

"Fine. I figured as much."

"Yeah." Lee paused. "I don't know the details, but I do know you're likely to have trouble getting medical coverage in the future."

"Mmm hmm."

"Anyway. The physiological data recorded from your and John's recovery is going to be really helpful."

There was an awkward silence. "Okay, that's really all I had to say. And HA will pay for your hotel stay down there for another week."

"Thanks, Lee. Good luck with the project."

"Yep," Lee said. Julie hung up the phone.

She was free, finally and totally. Free of Harcomb Achers, free of her job, free free free.

She carried the phone into the room. "What did Lee have to say?" Sam asked, looking over the back of the couch where he was lounging.

"Just letting me know that I was getting a month's worth of severance pay and nothing else. But I'm done with them and they with me. Plus we've got another week down here."

"Good! Now that they've fully released you, what are you planning on doing?"

"I've been thinking about that," Julie said. "But there's something we need to talk about first."

"Oh?" Sam sat up.

"You know how the Harcomb Achers docs gave me a clean bill of health?" Sam nodded. "Well, all the tests came out just fine, but I did lie to them a little."

Sam looked worried. "What do you mean?"

Instead of answering, Julie stood, arms akimbo. Then she began to fill the stretchy top of her bikini. Through a B cup, then C, then D she grew. At first the bikini pushed her breasts up, but then her boobs became too much for the top. The little triangles that had once held most of her tits were stretched apart and out, thinning straps barely keeping her top in check. "Okay, maybe a I lied more than a little."

"How...?"

"The extract's changed me." She shrugged, sending her tits to jiggling and threatening to snap her bikini top. "The only way I'd have found out exact details was to have the HA docs take a close look at me. And no way in hell I was going to let that happen. As best I can figure, when I overdosed on the extract and then went into withdrawal, my body decided to take matters into its own hands." Julie looked down. "Not to mention breasts."

"But you might be seriously ill!"

"I doubt it. Whatever changes I experienced went so deep in my genes that the physicians couldn't find evidence of them. They gave me a completely clean bill of health, and believe me, they put me through one hell of a series of tests."

Sam swallowed. "Uh, so you can make your breasts grow."

"You bet." And they started swelling again. "Better loosen this." She untied her overstressed top, letting her boobs slip out. They reached the size of small watermelons. "And I have limited control over how firm they are." Her boobs tautened, taking on more of a teardrop shape.

"And that's not all." The scent of musk wafted out from her. Sam staggered to his feet, his boner making a tent of his swimsuit. Then the scent dissipated. Sam sat back down and shook his head, trying to clear it.

Julie stepped around to the front of the couch and sat on Sam's lap. She turned to him so that her nipples brushed his bare chest. His erection was poking at her. "Here's what I'm thinking. What the extract did for me, it'll probably do for you. If you were willing to take an overdose of the juice and then go through withdrawal..."

"Are you crazy? That might kill me! Besides, where would we get the stuff, now that you're not working for Harcomb Achers any more."

"I have my ways." A drop of milky green fluid welled up at each of her nipples. "In fact, I figure I have a near-limitless supply."

"Oh, shit."

Julie smiled and let a little bit of pheremones leak into the room. "We've got a week here. All you have to do is start sucking."

"I--"

"Shh, shh." She took Sam's head and guided it to her left boob. "Go ahead." He started sucking, reluctantly at first, then more and more as she sped up her production of the juice. She could feel his dick swelling, poking her more insistently. She slid off his lap onto the couch next to him without interrupting his drinking, then maneuvered his swimsuit off of him. The sensation of his sucking was getting her excited, so she started masturbating. His cock grew as he drank, getting taller and wider, up past his chest, his chin, his head. It was the size of a poster tube mailer, and Sam was still drinking. "Ooh, yeah, Julie's going to make a man out of you," she whispered to him.

The next few days were hell for him, but afterwards, when he had control of himself and his dick, Sam was more than grateful.