She didn't have a sexual addiction problem. So why was she going to some treatment center?

"What the fuck am I thinking?!" Britney mutterred aloud, "I don't have a problem." She left the living room and went into the kitchen. She opened the freezer and looked for a frozen snack. The cold air of the freezer made her bare nipples hard. She rubbed them absent-mindedly. She found a box of Eskimo Pies and took one. She unwrapped it, through the wrapper away, and walked back into the living room. She looked out the front window. It certainly was a lovely day, she thought. She decided to check out the front yard. She went into the yard and admired some of the rose bushes there. As she bent over to sniff the roses, she kept massaging her tits and gently tweaking her nipples. She walked to the front gate and peered down the street. As she took a bite of the ice cream sandwich, melted ice cream dripped onto her chest. She guided the ice cream down between her breasts to her belly-button. Then her hand slid down the front of her pants. She stared off down the street as she started to massage her clitoris. She was oblivious to what she was doing.

Over the next half hour, Britney removed the remainder of her clothes, masturbating repeatedly in the mansion's spacious front garden. After four orgasms and half an hour of vigorous stimulation, Britney was lying on the lawn, drenched with sweat as she pounded four fingers in and out of her pussy while she wiggled another in her asshole. As she neared her fifth orgasm, Britney found herself recalling that this was usually what she did after her morning swim. She had been so silly not to masturbate infront of Carter.

She found herself suddenly recalling that this had been her "problem": too many people had complained about her compulsive masturbation. There had been just too many times when she hadn't been able to restrain herself in the Green Room awaiting a talkshow interview. But how could that be wrong? She loved watching other people masturbate: boys, girls, men, women, she didn't care. She knew that if people helped eachother cum, their virginity might be damaged but as long as people just played with themselves... that was OK. As the next orgasm took her and she cried out, she found herself wondering if it would be OK to lick another girl's clitoris.

As she lay on the ground, panting, basking in the afterglow of orgasm, she decided that maybe she did have a problem.

Suddenly the realization of what she had done snapped into her mind. "What am I doing?!?" she cried, jumping up from the ground. She tried to grab her clothes, but could not find them around. In the heat of passion she had tossed them into the air where they were snagged by a tree branch. Naked and embarrased, Britney ran back inside her mansion before someone saw her.

"I've got to get cleaned up," she said to herself as she went to the shower, "Got to get cleaned up..."

Then, after her shower, she would practice some new dance moves.

Britney was quite proud of herself. It was only 11:39am according to the microwave clock and she was already getting to work. She had decided she was not going to give in to this masturbatory addiction this morning. She had put on panties, followed by tights, follwed by sweat pants. There were three layers of fabric between her pussy and the rest of the world. She had also remembered to put on a sports bra under her tank top and a sweat top over it.

As the beat of the latest song that had been written for her enveloped the rehearsal space off the living room, Britney found herself caught up in the music's powerful rhythm. This one was better than anything else she had ever heard. Sure, it had a strange 70s kind of sound... a little like the music strippers danced to. Britney smiled. She couldn't help herself. She had just imagined herself stripping to her music at her next conference, gradually throwing off garment after garment before choosing a couple of volunteers from the audience to play with her and her dancers. She imagined herself completely naked as she finished the song.

Actually, she hadn't imagined it. The naked image of herself wasn't in her head; she was looking at her reflection in one of the room's full-length mirrors. Britney was freaked-out by her behaviour.

The naked image of herself wasn't in her head; she was looking at her reflection in one of the room's full-length mirrors. "I look really good," she said to herself, "In fact, the next time I'm on tour I think I'll... I'll... What am I doing?!?"

Britney stopped the music; she was horrified. These urges and fantasies were getting harder and harder to control. She had become so wrapped up in her desires that she'd lose control of what she was really doing.

Britney picked up her clothes from the floor and put them back on. She wasn't going to give into her unusually strong urges today. Instead she decided to plow through her work.

The next song was a slow ballad called "I Love To Love Your Lovely Loving Love"

This time, it was easy to keep her clothes on. The song didn't have the kind of sexual fervour that last one did... no, it had more of a romantic feel to it. As Britney continued dancing, she found herself dancing in a different way. Usually, in her dances, she occupied centre stage, being the single focal point of every routine. But this time it was different. It was almost as though... that was it! She was dancing with her reflection.

From time to time, she would converge with her relfection, touching one hand, or her lips to the mirror before she danced away again. In fact, Britney seemed to be dancing a duet... and in her mind, as she imagined singing the song, she found it to be a duet as well which she imagined singing with the person she tried to overlay onto her reflection: Jennifer Love Hewitt.

She imagined Love dressed in an elegant silk dress and the two of them performed their duet. As the song came to an end, Britney found herself passionately kissing the mirror, imagining it to be the lithe, beautiful form of the actress. However, as the next song began, Britney found her fantasy changing into one of a hot, sweaty lovemaking with Jennifer Love Hewitt.

Britney pressed her body against the mirror. She imaged her breasts pressing against Jennifer's firm perfect breasts. She imagined running her hands through Jennifer's soft, long brown hair. At the same time, she imagined Jennifer carressing her hair and reaching behind her to fondle her buttocks. She kissed the imaginary image in the mirror. Her pussy oozed her juices down her inner thigh. She was sweating, and her chest was heaving. Britney phoned Carter to see if he can set up a duet between her and JLH.

Jennifer Love Hewitt had never heard of Carter Musgrovington until yesterday, the day everyone suddenly heard about Britney Spears' new manager. Yet, here she was right now, having a conversation with a man who had just interoduced himself as the elusive Carter Musgrovington.

"No," he said, "she has admired you for years. It's just that her old management team didn't see a duet with you as something that would advance her career. But I've looked at your recent work -- the How Do I Deal? video and I think you and Britney could do some extraordinary work together."

Love felt elated. Sure, she was still a little skeptical, not to mention worried about working with someone who had such a difficult reputation. But on the other hand, she knew this duet would allower to prove everyone wrong. All those people who had told her she couldn't sing and her lyrics were "disgustingly sacharine yet insipid" -- she would finally show them with this Britney Spears duet.

"I'd love to," Love said before Carter had finished making his offer.

Two days later, she was on a plane to Toronto.

She had barely agreed to go. She didn't like the draft material she'd seen so far for this duet: it would really be pushing the boundaries for what she was prepared to do on camera.

Jennifer had barely agreed to go. She didn't like the draft material she'd seen so far for this duet: it would really be pushing the boundaries for what she was prepared to do on camera. When she arrived by limo at Britney's mansion, the songstress and her new manager met her at the door. After the initial greetings, Jennifer expressed her doubts about the draft script.

"There's a lot of material in there that I'm hesitant to do. Let's tone it down some," she said. Britney replied by saying they would edit the script until she was comfortable with it.

At least that's what Carter said Britney was trying to say. Britney, for her part just looked a little flustered. And Love didn't like the way her eyes kept straying from Love's face down to her breasts. She was used to this behaviour from men -- but not from Britney Spears of all people.

She decided to focus on what Carter was saying. "I think the really important thing, Ms. Hewitt, is that you get a feel for the music. The thing about this song is that it does tend to lend itself to radical interpretations. In fact, you might even reconsider what we originally recommended once you can hear the piece properly in the rehearsal space."

"I can't think of any reason I would change my opinion about people seeing my and Britney's tongues touching. That's the kind of thing you should be proposing for this elusive 'second version' you've proposed. Aside from Jessica Simpson, I can't imagine two people whose careers would be more damaged by doing a weird video with lesbian overtones," Love felt very proud of herself. That consultant who she had hired to "improve her word power" had done a damn good job -- as she listened to herself, she decided she sounded more like Susan Sarandon than the ditzy Jennifer Love Hewitt everyone thought they knew.

"What do you think, Britney," Love asked, hoping she had inspired her host to reconsider the open-mouthed kiss at the end of the video.

"Let's just go and listen to the music," Britney said, grabbing Love by the hand. She led Love into the music studio and started the song. "Just listen," Britney said, "You'll like it!"

Love listened as the song played. The lyrics weren't complete yet, so the end of the song's story was still unfinished. It began with two star-crossed lovers on the verge of meeting, but they never do. They cross paths during the verses without actually meeting, but by the time the refrain comes around they've drifted away from each other. The last unfinished verse could go either way: once again they fail to meet or they come together and realize their true love.

After the song ended, Britney asked, "Well, how do you think it should end?"

"I'll tell you what I think," Love replied, "First thing in the morning, we'll rewrite the song to make it more appropriate and marketable... do you really expect MTV to air what you have right now??"

"I mean, you're damned if you do and damned if you don't. Either people hate it because it's unrequited lesbian love or because it is consumated," This is so cool, thought Love, I just used the word consumated in a sentence.

"If we're going to do this," Love said, finding herself warming to the idea, ever so slightly, "we have to be subtle about it. People will be objecting to the relationship. Not what we, like, do on screen."

"Let me listen to it again," she continued. "I think I might have an idea."

After the song had finished a second time, Love had a definite idea. She pitched her new idea. In her version of the song there was a male love interest that both Britney and Love were interested in. As the song progressed they each try to woo him, but by the end they both pass on the guy, deciding that there's enough guys out there for the both of them.

"I have a better idea," Britney countered, and then she explained her concept: By the end of the song they pass on the male love interest because they have each other and that's all they really need after all.

Love looks at Britney, who was quite pleased with herself, and said "I think we need a break."

"I know what you mean," Britney said. She noticed Love looked a little flushed, perhaps a little disoriented, too. She leaned against a wall, looked up and Britney and then rapidly averted her eyes.

"We should have a swim," Britney continued.

Love nodded meekly and followed Britney out of the room and out to the back garden. Once she had led Love to the pool, she began peeling off her clothes. As Britney removed her bra, Love pretended not to be looking. "Britney," she said, "I don't think I brought a bathing suit."

"Don't let that stop you," Britney said just before she jumped into the pool, "Come on in!"

Love thought it over. Did she really want to get into a naked swimming situation with Britney? If the media ever found out, that would be the end of her career. Probably Britney's, too. But on the other hand, she reasoned, you only live once.

"Come on," Britney called from the pool, "Strip already!"

Britney was amazed that had just come out of her mouth. What am I thinking?!? she thought. Love decided not to be foolish and asked Britney for a bathing suit.

Dripping wet, Britney extricated herself from the pool and strode boldly towards Love, her breasts bouncing with each step. Once she was within comfortable speaking distance, she said, "I don't think I have anything in your size here. My bikini top might fit you but I have the feeling the bottoms would fall off."

At the mention of bikini bottoms, Love found herself checking out Britney's crotch. It was completely bald and frankly looked a little swollen. She realized Britney had caught her checking her out.

"Why don't you just wear your bra and panties?" Britney said, deftly starting to unbutton Love's top.

Love pushed Britney's hand away. "I'll do it myself," she said.

"OK," Britney replied. She stood there, still, watching Love unbutton her top.

"Um, how about some privacy?" Love asked. Here she was, about to strip down to bra and panties for a swim, but she couldn't bear to have her friend watch her strip.

"Sorry," Britney said as she turned away and jumped back into the pool. When she surfaced, she kept her back to Love. There was silence for several moments, and Britney was becoming very excited at what was about to happen.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Britney heard splash. She eagerly turned around to welcome her friend to the pool.

And she did.

Britney was immediately very gratified to see Love's cotton bra and panties turn virtually transparent in contact with the water. She had to use all of her strength of will to tear her eyes off Jennifer Love Hewitt's luscious breasts, their tiny perky eraser-nipples, she shaves her cunt bald too, Britney observed before averting her eyes.

But it was too late, Love had noticed that she was as good as naked.

Despite the weird sexual vibe, Love couldn't help but be smug. "Mine are a little bigger," she said. "Bullshit," countered Britney, "that's just the effect of the bra."

Despite the weird sexual vibe, Love couldn't help but be smug. "Mine are a little bigger," she said.

"Bullshit," countered Britney, "that's just the effect of the bra."

"No, they're 100% Love," she giggled.

"No way," Britney said, "I've seen better special effects in the movies."

"You're one to talk, what with the rumors that you've had implants," Love replied sharply.

"That tight bra must be cutting off the circulation to your brain," Britney said, "These are 100% Spears!"

This was turning into quite the competition. Both girls shot insults back and forth across the pool. Finally, Britney had enough. "If your breasts are really that big," she said, "Prove it!"

"Fine, come over here and see for yourself," Love challenged.

"It fastens right here," Love said, pointing to the area between her breasts.

Britney's heart was in her throat as she walked shakily to where Love was standing she knew her chest must be heaving. She giggled nervously as she noticed her hands were shaking. She jostled Love's right breast as she reached forward. It was so soft. It jiggled invitingly. Britney noticed Love's nipples had become rather pointy and were sticking out like little maraschino cherries.

She reached the button and unfastened the bra. As it fell away, Britney looked upon the most perfect set of breasts she had ever seen. They were far perkier than she had expected -- but also extremely soft; they were light, almost insubstantial as their milky-white perfection rose and fell before her.

There was a long awkward silence as both girls' eyes fixed on eachoher's naked breasts.

"For some reason," Love said, "our song is going through my head."

"Mine too," Britney said softly.

Slowly and timidly, Love reached forward and embraced Britney, drawing her in close. Their naked breasts rubbing together caused both of them to feel every move the other made. Locked together, they kissed in a style similar to what Britney wanted in the video.

From his bedroom window on the third floor, Carter Musgrovington looked down at the pooldeck and watched and Britney and Love made out. He smiled. He was quite happy that everything was going according to plan.

He couldn't beleieve, in particular, how quickly Jennifer Love Hewitt was responding to the subliminal messages contained in the music. She had only been exposed via the message induction in the rehearsal space. Sure, there had been a lot of more neutral messages, to make her as suceptible as possible to the programming, in the demo tapes he had couriered to her. But he hadn't wanted to make the messaging on those tapes too explicit for fear that they fell into the wrong hands.

Two repetitions of the song later -- only ten minutes of intense hypnotic suggestions had pushed Love to kiss Britney. Britney, on the other hand, had been the subject of much more intensive hypnotic programming. And allowing her to "discover" that she was a sex-addict couldn't have paid off better. But from this stage forward, he would need to introduce the chemical phase of the program.

But from this stage forward he would need to introduce the chemical phase of the program. Carter had thought of everything. He knew that hypnosis and pure thought could only carry his plan forward so far. So he made the decision: let the girls have their fun now, but in the morning the chemical componant will be introduced.

Unfortunately the special mixture he had in mind was to sour to be taken orally, so Carter would have to be creative in administering the chemical. He made a note to add the chemical to the swimming pool.

He had already made twice-daily swims part of Britney's routine. Not only would she remember this as her routine, she would find herself wanting a swim every morning and evening. And clearly, the pool now also had romantic connotations for the budding couple. My God they are so fucking hot! Carter remarked to himself as he watched their naked forms twisting around eachother in the swimming pool.

Carter decided to make himself scarce. The last thing he wanted was for his presence to slow down the development of the girls' relationship. Pulling back from the window, he decided to add the chemical now, while the two were in the pool. Maybe it was unnecessarily dangerous but he was already stiff with aniticipation of how they would handle phase II.

Pulling back from the window, Carter decided to add the chemical now, while the two were in the pool. Maybe it was unnecessarily dangerous but he was already stiff with aniticipation of how they would handle phase II. However, the only way to turn on the chemical pumps was to get to the maintenance shed and flip the breaker switch. That would start the pumps which would add the chemical to the water that was constantly going through the filter. It would seep into the water and combine with it and the girls wouldn't notice the slightest thing. Provided, that is, he could get down to the shed without being noticed.

Carter stealthfully waited behind the deck doors. He looked out the window and saw Love and Britney still locked in an embrace. The shed was only about 150 meters to the left; he could make it. Waiting until he thought it was safe, Carter crept silently towards the shed...

Cursing, Carter skirted around the front of the house and let himself in through the front door. It appeared that the whole pool filtration mechanism had been the victim of blown fuse. First, he had to find the circuit breaker, then find the replacement fuses. Once he installed the fuse, he noticed another fuse had blown -- the TV room. Cursing, he ran up to the kitchen again to retrieve another fuse.

A good five minutes had elapsed between him replacing the pool fuse and emerging onto the back patio, where he promptly bumped into a naked Love and Britney, hand in hand. He wondered if they had been in the pool when the chemical had started pumping and if they had, for how long.

"Oh my God!" Love said, covering herself ineffectually with her hands.

"Oh my God!" Love said, covering herself ineffectually with her hands. She had been so focused on Britney that she hadn't noticed Carter coming from the oncoming direction. She had bumped right into him, pressing her breasts into his body. Now she was frantically trying to cover her naughty bits with her hands, but it just wasn't working. Britney was using Love as a human shield, hiding behind her to keep her own body out of Carter's view.

"Pardon me, ladies," he said as he passed them by and proceeded to the pool.

"Wow, he didn't gawk or make a scene," Love said, "He's a classy, polite guy." The girls went upstairs to get cleaned up.

Meanwhile, Carter was testing the chemicals in the pool. What a body, he was thinking as he read the levels. The chlorine was fine. The Ph level was also fine. And the new addition to the water was progressing nicely. By morning the pool would be a large tub of chemical. Deciding that the girls were upstairs and out of earshot, Carter let loose with a diabolical laugh, just for fun.

Britney and Love got ready for bed.

"He's pretty good," Britney said once they were upstairs in her room, "but sometimes I find myself wishing I were sucking his cock."

"What?" Love said, reacting with surprise.

"Come on," she said, playfully grazing Love's inner thigh, "I could suck him off while he eats you out."

The romantic mood of the evening began to fray at the edges as Love stiffened, suddenly feeling very strange. She felt both repulsed by and attracted to the naked woman infront of her.

Trying to recapture the mood, Britney patted her bed with the palm of her hand. "Let's cuddle," she said, trying not to sound threatening.

"Maybe later," Love said tentatively. "Could I maybe watch some TV or something?" she asked, trying to think of something she could do that would allow her to escape conversation with her host.

"Sure," Britney said, leading her with enthusiasm to the TV room. She handed Love the remote control.

"Actually," Love said, "I'm just going to get ready for bed -- you know, put on my nightgown. I'll watch it a little later."

Half an hour later, Love tiptoed into the TV room and turned on the television.

Britney, now dressed again, was waiting for her in the TV room.

Love tiptoed into the TV room and turned on the television. I hope there's something good on, she thought, Something that will take my mind off this crazy day. Love sat down on the couch and began clicking through channels. Suddenly a pair of hands reached from behind and grabbed her breasts. "Guess who!" a familiar voice said.

"Britney!" Love shouted, mostly in anger by partially in shock.

"That's right," Britney chirped as she flopped down on the couch next to Love. She was wearing a nightgown - if you could actually call it that, it seemed to be transparent - and eager snuggled next to Love. "Is anything good on TV?" she asked.

"Not that I can find," Love said. She was becoming more and more distracted by Britney's reached playfully into her top. Love brushed Britney's hand away, but the girl kept coming back.

Love can't deal with this anymore tonight - she gives the remote to Britney and goes to her bedroom.

"Thank God this door has a lock," Love said outloud to herself as she turned the deadbolt behind her. As she tried to calm her breathing, she began wondering if she was becoming bisexual. Considering that prior to hearing from Britney, she had never thought about another woman in that way, today's events had all been a bit too much.

She went over what had happened in the pool in her mind, and then the scene infront of the TV. Almost involuntarily, she began to imagine what would have happened if she hadn't stormed out of the room. She imagined Britney gently undressing her as she began pulling Britney's nightgown up by sliding her hands over her friend's hips... then up to her beautiful waist... and then up, cupping her warm, soft globes... Love realized she was a little wet between the legs. Doing her best to banish sexual thoughts from her head, she turned out the lights and flopped into the bed. After all, she was jetlagged and tired.

Maybe if she had another orgasm, then she'd go to sleep; she soon fell into a fitful sleep.

Soon Love had fallen into a fitfill sleep. Perhaps tomorrow will be less disturbing, she thought just before drifting off.

In the TV room, Britney was still channel surfing. She was disappointed about Love leaving her so abruptly like that, but tomorrow was another day.

Upstairs in his third flood bedroom, Carter was pacing. He had heard Love storm off to bed earlier and was concerned that his plans were on the verge of failure. He was concerned that all that he had worked for in the past months would fall apart if he wasn't careful. After all, he had done so much to push, prod, and suggest that Britney do everything he had deemed necessary to the final goal, and all without her knowing it. But Love was much more resistant. Now that Phase II was in progress, perhaps things would take a more natural course.

But Carter's biggest failure, the one that kept nagging his brain, was how he had bumped into the girls tonight as they returned from the pool. If he hadn't been there to inadvertently shock Love back into her usual frame of mind, the two starlets would probably be making out right now! He cursed himself for fowling up his own plan. If only he hadn't been there�

But who's to say he wouldn't mess things up again? Things were about to become much more unpredictable and chances are that Carter could be in the wrong place at the wrong time once again. He would have to make himself scarce for a while... yes, that's it... tomorrow morning he would leave on a "business trip" for a day or two. That would leave the girls to their own devices and, with their already blooming curiosity combined with the Phase II swimming pool, everything would go smoothly.

And so the next morning when Britney woke up Carter explained he was going to see about getting Britney some new concert dates. She was happy with that, so he left, gleefully anticipating what he would find when he returned...

With Carter gone, Britney goes to wake her friend. She was feeling exceptionally clear and lucid this morning and was certain the two of them could get a lot done today.

"First off," Britney said, "I'm really sorry about weirding you out yesterday."

Love noted, to her relief, that today, under her clothes, Britney's chest was adequately supported. "I thought we'd maybe have a swim and then try out some changes I thought of, for the song."

I was right, thought Love, a good night's sleep and everyone's acting normal. To make sure she hadn't been too optimistic, she said, "I'll just change into my bathing suit; I'll meet you down there."

"Sure!" Britney responded and bounded down the stairs. Maybe if I try to take it slow, I can still have her, thought Britney who had endured another night of erotic dreams about Love, which she had digested in an early morning masturbation session.

When Love reached the patio, she was relieved to see Britney was also wearing a bathing suit. Sure, it was skimpy, very skimpy, Love found herself thinking as Britney turned her back to Love, exposing just how small her g-string was. But then she dived into the pool, and Love dived in after her.

Love found her skin tingling as she moved through the water. Putting it down to the cold morning air and overnight drop in temperature, she swam a length or two before she noticed that while her skin continued to tingle, it had changed from a cold tingle to a warm one. In particular, Love found the tingling concentrated in strange areas -- her anus, her vagina, her nipples, her armpits, the area between her toes, under her fingernails.

"Britney!" she called out to her companion, who also appeared to have stopped swimming.

"Yeah," Britney called back, she was feeling rather strange and this warm, tingling feeling which was overtaking her was making it a lot harder to suppress her erotic feeling for Love.

Love swam over to her.

"Britney," Love said, finding it a little difficult to form sentences, "I feel strange."

"Me too," Britney said. Wordlessly, she removed her bikini top, exposing her breasts to Love. Love's heart was racing as she stared at Britney's perfect breasts. Next, Britney was holding something infront of her face. She realized it was her bikini bottoms. Next, she guided Love's hand to her hot, wet sex and Love was soon fingering Britney, sliding two, then three fingers in and out of the singer's snatch.

Meanwhile, Britney with her free hands pulled Love with her as she began swimming for the edge of the pool. She was physically very happy with what she and Love were doing, but mentally she knew something was amiss. Some little piece of her mind was chanting... This is not right, it said, repeating over and over... This is not right, This is not right, This is not right, This is not right, She had to get both herself and Love out of the pool. Their sudden intense feelings for one another had begun as soon as they were in the pool. Britney's last logical impulse told her that getting out of the pool could put an end to it, as much as she was reluctant to do so. Love's talents ranged far beyond acting and music.

This is not right, her mind told her as she swam, This is not right.

Britney gets both herself and Love out of the pool, but the impulses continue.

Love, being lighter, smaller and having a more porous skin than Britney, was feeling the effects of the pool more intensely than Britney was. She tried to grind her pussy into the other girl's thigh but could manager to get Britney to stop kicking. She began sucking on Britney's nipples as they approached the edge of the pool. She was disappointed that Britney was getting out. She wanted to keep making out with her in the pool. Reluctantly, she took Britney's hand and got up onto the patio, where she immediately began to strip out of her bathing suit.

Horrified that her skin was still tingling, and, if anything, her impulses were getting stronger, Britney ran inside, with a naked Jennifer Love Hewitt in hot pursuit.

"Come here!" Love called to her in what was sure to be a double entendre.

Britney continued running. Her impulses were becoming stronger and her self control was breaking down. She knew she had to get the pool water washed off of her before she succumbed to whatever was in the water that turned Love into a mindless, sex-driven nymphomaniac.

Britney dashed into the bathroom and slammed the door, locking it. Seconds later Love begins beating on the door and shouting sexy things. With her last ounce of willpower, Britney turns on the shower and steps into the jet of water.

Love sat down, her legs spread, by the bathroom door and began describing as loudly as she could exactly what she was doing to herself. "I've pulled my lips back and I'm looking at my clit. It looks all red. I can practically see the blood pumping through it. I'm touching it now. Oh God... oooh... oooh... yes...." after bringing herself to orgasm only touching her clitoris, she began again, describing the way she was sucking on her own puffy nipples but after a while, either Britney was clearly not going to come out or the noise of the shower had drowned out whatever Love was saying.

Giving up on Britney giving her any satisfaction, Love decided to go back to the pool. That nice tingly feeling was dissipating and her right mind was taking over again. The lusty part of Love's mind wanted no such thing to happen!

Back on the deck Love dipped her toe in the water. The water was warm and inviting, but something about the pool itself was off. Yes, of course! The filter wasn't turned on. Love knew that she didn't want to swim in a pool in which the water wasn't ciruclating, so she decided to turn the filter back on. Her search for the controls led her to the maintenance shed.

Opening the shed door, Love went inside. She quickly found Carter's chemical pumps. She turns them to overdrive.

Love could see the water in the pool circulating even her from the shed. The pumps were a bit noisy but now there was no doubt that it had been turned on. The words 'turned on' bounced around her mind for a moment before she ran back to the pool and dived in.

Her skin tingled as she plunged into the water. After making an effort to swim around, Love found herself wanting to stay by one of the pool jets. For some reason, being by the jet made her skin tingle even more. Turning to face the jet and spreading the lips of her pussy, Love found that the powerful jet could bring her to orgasm all by itself. Soon, she was standing infront of the jet, staring into space as the combination of the jet pressure and strong doses of the chemical brought her to orgasm after orgasm.

After a while, Love began to experience strange side effects.

There's a reason why the pumps were merely turned on and not set to overdrive. The chemical that Carter had loaded with the pool with as a very strong concoction, and therefore the normal 'on' setting was the desired one. By turning the pumps up to 'overdrive' and positioning herself in front of the jet, Love had set a sequence of events in motion that Carter dare not approach. Even he knew the limits to how far the human body could reach once exposed to the chemical. While it may have been pleasurable for a while, it was time to pay the price...

After about an hour, the intensity of the feeling became too much for Love. She did her best to get out of the pool at a decent pace but she found that the sensation of water rushing by her pussy or even her thighs rubbing together, brought her to small orgasms, causing her to cry out.

Staggering inside and flopping down in the breakfast nook, her mind still filled with nothing but sexual thoughts, tried to decide what to do next. She couldn't believe how sexy she looked. Her breasks and vagina had become a pinkish colour, her lips, also, had become much redder and had bloated as well. Also, Love found that every part of her body where there was any concentration of nerves was beginning to feel a little like her clitoris -- the area around her tailbone, her lower neck, her tongue, her armpits, the area behind her knees, the area around her navel, her eyelids, her fingertips. She ran said fingertips over these areas, luxuriating again and again in the pre-orgasmic sensations.

Feeling tender, yet incredibly aroused, Love decided to go upstairs and watch TV. She needed to do something normal, to calm herself down a little. She climbed the stairs and just about collapsed with pleasure after the first few steps. Her thighs rubbed together with every step, and her arms brushed the sides of her torso. Each step brought about a chill and a mini-orgasm. By the time she reached the top she was nearly spent.

Once in the TV room Love turned on the set and layed down flat on the floor, her legs spread just enough to keep her thighs from touching, her arms extended out from her. As she lay totally still she could feel her body beginning to calm and give her some relief.

Love cannot lay still for very long and winds up pleasuring herself over and over and over...

Initially, the screensaver-style swirling patterns on the TV helped Love achieve a little equilibrium. Still painfully aroused, she at least was able to prevent herself from masturbating. But now, she found her imagination running wild. And instead of thinking about having sex with Britney, or Alec Baldwin, or Johnny Depp, she began imagining having sex with herself.

Not exactly masturbating either... it was as though she was seeing herself the way all those 15 year old boys saw her. She imagined sixty-nining herself, or rather an identical twin of herself. Jennifer Love Hewitt is the sexiest woman in the world, she found herself thinking. She found herself envying the Olsen twins, wishing that she too could at least have an outside chance of fucking someone who looked just like her. After half an hour of watching the TV, Love couldn't take it anymore.

She turned it off.

Finally, Love couldn't take it anymore. She turned off the TV and slowly got up off the floor. "I need help," she said, breathing deeping as her skin tingled.

"BRITNEY!" she shouted...

"Ooh, Britney........."

"Have you got any of my movies here?" she called out as she searched through the video collection.

These were the sanest-sounding words she had heard from Love in hours. Tentatively, she stepped to the room's threshold. Despite the shower, the combined effects of the hypnotic programming and the chemical she had absorbed through her pores caused her pussy to gush with wetness as soon as she saw the naked starlet rifling through piles of videotapes.

To her relief, upon seeing her, Love did not immediately rush over and embrace her. In fact, although her hand continued to stray every few seconds to her crotch, she hardly seemed to take any interest in Britney at all.

"Which movie do you want to find?" Britney asked, trying to take her eyes off Love's perfect little ass.

"I think I want to see I Still Know What You Did Last Summer. I looked really hot in that didn't I?"

Feeling her resolve crumbling, Britney responded, "You look really hot right now."

But instead of stopping her search and making out with her, Love held up a video triumphantly. "Here it is!" she exclaimed and popped the video into the VCR.

The two began watching the video but Love found it unsatisfactory. "Is there a room here with lots of mirrors?" she asked her host.

"There's the exercise room," Britney replied, "There's lots of mirrors in there."

"Where is it??" Love asked frantically.

"Down the hall and turn right," Britney replied.

"Thanks!" Love yelped as she was already out the door and down the hall, her breasts bouncing all the way.

Love opened the door to the exercise room and dashed inside. It was more than she could have hoped for - thanks to the mirrors there were now wall-to-wall Loves!

Several minutes pass. Britney goes to see what Love is doing.

Love had her body plastered against the floor to ceiling mirrors, lying in the floor, vigorously kissing her reflection while she stimulated her vagina with her fingers, from both front and back while she mashed her tits into the mirror.

While disturbing, the image was very sexual. Britney found herself wanting to make out with the girl fucking the mirror, just as she had back in the TV room when Love had shown no interest.

She listened to the pace of her self-stimulation quickening and heard Love cry out in orgasm, "Oh Love!"

Having cum, Love turned over and said,

"I think something is wrong with me."

Having cum, Love turned over and said, "I think something is wrong with me."

Britney couldn't believe this. Of course something is wrong with you! she angrily thought. After all, nobody comes into your home and makes love to a mirror! Britney could see that Love was starting to drift off again. If she was going to get her attention, it was now or never.

Britney grabbed Love's torso up near her armpits, inadvertantly stimulating one of Love's new errogenous zones. "Of course something's wrong with you!" Britney cried.

But all Love could say was "WHOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" as she orgasmed on the spot.

"Alright, that's it," Britney said, "It's time to..."

Get you cleaned up.

It was very difficult cleaning up and dressing Love. No matter how much Britney soaked the girl in the bath, the effects of the chemicals did not dissipate. Nor, Britney found, did the chemicals' effects on her fade; she continued having to concentrate on not caving in to her lusts. Fortunately for Britney, Love was in no mood to have sex with anyone except herself. As she had in the bath and masturbated, her eyes remained fixed on her reflection in the mirror.

Dressing Love after her bath was also quite a challenge. Britney had no idea where the girl's new erogenous zones were and would find her twisting and writhing in ecstasy almost every time a new garment was added. Fortunately, Love's peculiar new physical attributes meant that she could continue pleasuring herself by licking her lips and lightly running her fingers up and down her neck.

Dressing Love had been quite a bit for Britney to handle. She knew she would need to spend some naked alone-time soon, as she surveyed her handiwork. Love was dressed and cleaned up, but what use was she in her current state?

Having gotten some of the liquid on her hands cleaning and dressing Love, Britney had a quick shower before deciding what to do. Unfortunately, she came out to find that Love, still fully clothed had gotten back into the pool.

Once she saw Love mesmerized by the water jet, she knew she would have a tough task ahead of her. Now dressed in a T-shirt and jeans, Britney was back in control. If she could only free Love from the pool the two of them could figure out what was going on.

Sizing up her options, Britney decided check the maintenance shed, where she found the chemical pumps and turned them off. Britney decided to avoid contact with the water at all costs. Yes, she was in control of herself but it was a constant act of will she had to maintain. By no means had she shaken off all of the hypnotic conditioning, nor was the residue of the strange chemical from the pool inactive in her system. The last thing she needed was anything to tip that balance further.

She headed to the shed, tip-toeing around the pool so that the moaning, sweating Jennifer Love Hewitt would not notice her. Once inside the shed, Britney found herself amazed by the sheer number of dials, levers and controls; there were a number of different humming devices with names like "Diffuser," and "Infuser." Britney was now sure that Carter was trying to do very bad things to her. She tried to figure out the aparatus but was handicapped by the fact that waves of arousal still washed over her, causing her to clench her muscles and try to think about dead cats in order not to start masturbating.

She realized that she was getting nowhere in the frustrating process of trying to decipher the pool mechanism. She therefore decided to turn everything off and hope for the best.

Britney realized that she was getting nowhere in the frustrating process of trying to decipher the pool mechanism. She therefore decided to turn everything off and hope for the best. She pulled all the levers to 'Off' and reset all the switches. The machines' humming and whirring came to a stop. It looked like she had done it. And all without giving into temptation.

Suddenly Britney heard... Love splashing her way out of the pool.

She was yelling, too. "Turn it back on. I need to come again!"

The last thing Britney wanted was to confront someone covered in whatever the disturbing chemical was that was being pumped through the pool. She skirted around the house and let herself in through the front door. As quietly as possible, she headed upstairs to her room.

Unfortunately, she ran into the soaking naked Love on the landing.

Unfortunately, Britney ran into the soaking naked Love on the landing. Love grabbed the popstar and held her tight, dripping chemical pool water onto Britney's T-shirt. In fact, she was dripping green water, which was probably more chemical than actual pool water. She resisted and tried to pull away, but to no avail. Once Britney realized that Love was drawing her closer for a kiss, Britney decided she had to get away.

"Forgive me," Britney said as she reached out and grabbed Love's left breast... and squeezed tightly.

Love screamed and released her grip on Britney, who promptly ran away. She shed her T-shirt, not wanting to reabsorb any of the chemical. She heard Love hot on her trail. Britney had to come up with a plan, and fast.

But Love can't keep running. She quickly tires and lays down on the floor.

The image of Britney's breasts bouncing as she ran was too much for Love. She needed to play with herself. Just for a minute. She wished Britney would come and fuck her. She needed to be fucked.

Just touching the carpet caused Love to orgasm and lie there twitching as little bolts of pleasure coursed through her nervous system. She could not have imagined it was possible to feel that good, in all her days. The tiny part of her mind not completely overwhelmed with sexual desire knew that something happened to her... that she was different than she had been. But she didn't care as she began to lightly palm her nipples, realizing that the palms of her hands also felt like a less dense version of her clitoris. She moved her hands in slow concentric circles, on the verge of orgasm just from running the palms of her hands over her erect nipples.

At that moment, Britney, too was remarking on the strange, extraordinary sensations in the palms of her hands. Fairly sure Love was no longer pursuing her, Britney raised her hands, horrified to see that her arms below the elbow were covered that green liquid that had flowed off Love during their embrace.

Changing directions, she ran towards the washroom to clean her hands.

She quickly washed her hands in the sink.

Britney quickly washed her hands in the sink. She lathered up with the handsoap and scrubbed the green liquid off, hoping that she'd caught it in time. She could feel her willpower taking a real hammering and she had to fight the impulse the run her hands all over her body. However, she fought back and pushed the urges down deep within her. It was time for action.

Britney finds Love blocking the bathroom door. "You're got to help me," Love says, "I'm... different somehow."

"I just play and play and play with my pussy and it's never enough," she said with terrible sincerity as she continued to do exactly that.

Britney looked hungrily at Love's drippin snatch as she watched the girl run her fingers up and down between the lips. Britney was paralyzed. Her palms felt so strange... so good. She raised her hand and touched her exposed nipple with her palm, it felt very good.

"Won't you play with me?" Love asked dreamily, still fingering herself.

Britney felt her resolve crumbling. She had used every reserve of willpower she had. She knew that from her next action, there was no turning back. She pulled down her pants and walked towards Love, guiding her fingers into her oozing inferno of a pussy.

The relief was incredible. Soon, the two were clawing at eachother, writhing on the bathroom floor as they tried to sate their desires.

Knowing that she had passed the point of no return, Britney said, "Let's turn the pool back on."

"Are you sure? If we do that, we'll never be normal again!" Love said, still touching herself.

"I just want to feel good," Britney said, "And the pool can do that!"

Both in sadness and in pleasure, the girls went to the maintenance shed and turned the chemical pumps back on. The motors started with a whir and the green liquid pumped into the pool. Soon they stood, naked and holding hands, at the side of the pool. They were hesitant.

"Are we sure we want to do this?" Love asked, feeling her nipples tingle.

"'Cause I do!" Love cried as she let go of Britney and leapt into the pool.

Britney stood on the edge of the pool, teetering on the brink of no return. She looked down at the erotic sight of Love's breasts floating just below the water. The part of Britney that thought she was in Love with Jennifer Love Hewitt was gripped with worry about the girl's health, mental and physical. The part of her that that lusted after Love wanted nothing more than to leap into the pool. A third part of Britney's mind began to surface as Carter crept up behind her and pushed her into the pool.

"Hey," Britney shouted, looking up at him as a jet caught her in the abdomen.

"Have fun Brit," he yelled back, "you just need to loosen up and stop worrying. Learn to be a little more like your friend here."

As he spoke, a wave of lust swept over Britney. Moments later, Britney and Love were locked together, hungrily kissing eachother as their arms and legs twisted around eachother's naked forms.

Carter comfortably seated himself in one of the deck chairs by the pool and watched as the two girls went to work on eachother with their fingers, penetrating eachother with different combinations, as they alternated between sucking eachother's tits and kissing intensely. They seemed oblivious to him.

He knew that he would soon have to turn off the chemical pumps and get them upstairs for one last burst of hypnotic programming. But it was all gravy from here. LoveSpell Productions would finally start releasing films and music videos, admittedly of a different flavour than Jennifer Love Hewitt might have wanted last week -- but the planned 'Britney Gangbang' video, where the opportunity to perform with Ms. Spears would be auctioned threatened to bring in millions alone

As manager for both of them, he expected to make more money in the next year than he would need for the rest of his life. Already, he had booked the photo shoot with Hustler, giving Larry Flynt bragging rights to the most high-profile lesbian pictorial ever to grace the pages of any magazine.

And with the money he made this year, well, next year Carter could-

"If I'm.. going to... lose my... self control," Britney stammered with the last of her willpower, "You're going... with me!"

And with that she grabbed Carter's leg and pulled him into the pool.

Carter is royally screwed. There is no antidote and now it's only a matter of time before...

Actually, Carter had no idea what would happen. Britney, for her part, had clearly forgotten her original reason for pulling him into the pool. She was frantically grabbing at his crotch, which, now that he thought about it, felt like it was supporting a 2 by 4. He felt pain as Britney tore his pants off, pushing, pulling and jostling his disturbingly hard erection. Carter had had his share of erections before but nothing like this. Even through the water, his cock looked very red, enormous and positively brittle. Britney leapt up to straddle him and soon, he was inside her, thrusting and coming.

Soon, Love was there, too, prying them apart for access to the cock, which she took from behind as she finger-fucked Britney. The rest of the day was a blur of engorged, jiggling, thrusting flesh. It wasn't until 5am when the neighbours realized the orgasmic cries coming from the pool were unlikely to stop without outside intervention that the emergency vehicles arrived to put an end to the madness.

Despite their wrinkled skin and exhausted muscles, Britney and Love were still going at it when the firemen hoisted them from the pool but Carter had been unconscious for hours.

Carter never recovered mentally or physically and was institutionalized for the rest of his life. Love was little better off, almost constantly aroused and obsessed with sex, most of her former work was beyond her. Britney's recovery was nearly complete, except for one nagging reminder of her experiences...

Six months later...

Britney rang the doorbell at Love's new mansion. The familiar sight of Love's new caregiver/nurse answered the door. "Hi, Britney," she said, "You've come to see Love, I assume?"

"That's right," Britney replied, "How is she doing?"

"Well, some days are better than others. How are you? Have you recovered fully yet?"

"Almost," Britney said, "The only problem left is that if I'm naked for too long the old cravings and urges resurface."

The nurse obviously understood. After all, she had been helping Love for the past several months.

"So how is Love today?" Britney asked.