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I liked winter break. There were a lot fewer students on campus, and as a grad student, that meant I could get a lot more work done. My friend Graham and I were both biochemistry majors and the quiet month meant we could both focus on our projects. We shared an apartment off campus but we rarely saw each other these days. So it wasn't unusual for me to hear Graham stagger in at 3 AM. I just rolled over and went back to sleep. What was unusual was the note and little brown bag he left on my nightstand. "Alex- Give these to Brenda in the morning," it read. "And don't you eat any of them!!!" The word 'don't' was underlined three times. He knew that his girlfriend Brenda and I generally crossed paths at the cafeteria for breakfast. I opened the bag a bit to peer inside. It was a bunch of Swedish fish. Didn't know why these were so damned important, but whatever. I was up and ready to go at 7 AM. I checked on Graham, and saw him passed out on his bed face down, fully clothed. He must have been exhausted. I threw the bag of candy in my backpack and headed out. Brenda was getting her coffee when I rolled into the caf, and we sat down for breakfast. We discussed politics, the economy, the gamut. Brenda was a Psychology major, and she often viewed the world through that lens. I sometimes wondered if she thought of me as a friend or a subject. We finished up breakfast, and I reached into my backpack. "Here, before I forget. Graham wanted you to have these." She wrinkled her nose as she looked inside the bag. "Swedish fish. That's odd. Graham was asking me last week if I liked them. I said yes, but I don't really like them. I guess he was being nice." She stopped for a minute. "Alex, I'd like to ask you a question, and I want you to be honest with me." "Sure, Bren. What's up?" "Well, Graham and I, we..............oh, there's no good way to put this. I'm thinking of breaking up with Graham. I've been seeing Brad, a psych grad student like me. Will he be devastated?" I knew Brad. He'd gotten Graham and I involved in one of their psych projects last year. Strange, I couldn't remember the details now. But he seemed like a fairly nice guy. "Oh man, I have no idea. He's been so wrapped up in work lately." "Well, that's part of the problem, Alex. I thought I'd see more of him over break, but I'm actually seeing him less. I haven't decided anything, so I'm trusting you not to go blabbing this to him." "My lips are sealed, Bren." "Thanks. And have some Swedish fish." She shoved the bag at me. "If he asks me, I'll say they were delicious. If I see him, that is." "He's passed out at our place right now. He got in after three this morning." "Do you know what he's working on? He's been very reticent, just saying it's something important." "I know as much as you do. He works in a different part of the lab." We parted, and I went over to the Biochem lab building to check on my project, using algae to produce a waste byproduct that could be refined into a gasoline substitute. I was a long way away. After making sure everything was stabilized, I went over to the wing of the lab where Graham was working. I'd been snacking on those Swedish fish the whole time, and I had to say, they were pretty good. Going on the mainframe, all his work was password-protected, which wasn't out of the ordinary. No physical traces of his work, with one small exception. There was a yellow Swedish fish on the counter. I realized I'd already plowed through the bag he'd given me for Brenda. I grabbed the yellow one and popped it in my mouth, then left. When I got back to our place, Graham was just getting up. He'd stripped down to his skivvies, but I was struck by his appearance. He seemed taller, and his skinny body looked a lot more muscular. "Dude, what the hell?" I said. "Mrph," was his response. "Are you taking steroids or something? Look at yourself in the mirror!" He went into the bathroom, and I followed. His t-shirt was tight, as were his briefs. "Yeah, it's working," he said. "What's working?" "I've been, ah....doing a little experimentation in the lab. I hit on a combination of chemicals and hormones that I don't think anyone's ever tried before. I decided to be my own test subject. Seems to have worked." His tone was brimming with confidence. "Whoa, Graham, what about side-effects? You've got to be crazy to try this on yourself!" "I'd done some animal testing. There's a pretty handsome pig at the research center, for one thing. But that's not all..." My heart skipped a beat. "Uh-oh. Why does this not sound like a good thing?" "I have to swear you to secrecy, Alex." "What are we, eight-year-olds? Out with it!" He turned crimson. "The bag that I gave you for Brenda. It's basically the female equivalent of what I took." "The Swedish fish, you mean?" "Yes, the high fructose corn syrup was a perfect medium for the additive. It's tasteless, and the candy breaks down very easily in the stomach. It'll make her a lot more feminine, and there are pheromones mixed in to both of the solutions that will make her more attracted to me. She'll be my perfect sex partner." Oh fuck. This would explain why I was getting a boner looking at Graham in his underwear. I needed to focus. "Are you out of your fucking mind? Do you know how many lines you've crossed here?" I tried not to look at him directly. I was starting to sweat. "Well, Brenda could stand a little improvement in certain areas, and hopefully she'll be okay with it. If she's not, there's a psychotropic drug in there as well, ironically one she'd told me about. I'll suggest to her that this is great, and she'll internalize that." "Graham, don't do this, man, it can only end badly." I realized that I was now dealing with a crazy person. He looked me straight in the eye. "You can't tell the authorities. You have to give me time to let this play out. It could be one of the world's great discoveries." I realized that his direct command to me made it impossible for me to tell the police. I was trembling now, caught between a dead panic and an overwhelming desire to rip his briefs off and suck his cock. "I need to get some air," I said. "I won't tell the authorities. But you have to promise me this won't get any more out of hand." He put a puppy-dog look on his face and it was all I could do to keep from kissing him. Oh my god, I thought, I've got to figure out what to do. I stepped out into the winter air and it was like a cold slap in the face. I'd promised him that I wouldn't go to the authorities, but fortunately he hadn't made me promise not to tell Brenda. I had to find her, and fast. I wasn't sure about her schedule but I found her in the psych building. She was startled when I came up behind her. "Alex, what's up?" she said. "I never see you in this building." "Is there someplace that we can talk privately?" I whispered. "Are you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost. There's a little office upstairs we can use." When she shut the door, I went to lock it. Brenda looked at me nervously. "What's gotten into you, Alex?" I took a deep breath. "What's gotten into me is the problem, unfortunately. You know those Swedish fish I was supposed to give you? Well, they weren't just regular old candies. They had something in them that was supposed to affect you but is affecting me instead." She frowned. "What was in them exactly?" "I don't know the exact composition. And unfortunately, I ate all the evidence. But it was something that would affect you both in body and mind. I think he was looking to turn you into his private Playboy Bunny. He mentioned some.....effects to make you more sexually pleasing, and some mental effects as well; for one thing, I've already noticed that I'm completely open to his suggestions. And he's done something to himself as well; he's bigger and more muscular. It was all I could do to keep myself from jumping him." "That bastard. Are you feeling any of the physical effects? Obviously, since you're a man, this takes a different path. I'm not sure where it goes. I'm not sure HE knows where it goes." "I'm feeling the effects, all right. It's January, but I'm sweating like a pig. And when I was near Graham, I had some very...." "Impure thoughts?" she added helpfully. "I wanted to suck his cock so bad that I was practically sick to my stomach," I said. "Well, that's more than I needed to know," she replied. "Okay, I have something I need to take care of right now, but after that I'm going to go and confront him. Should have done this a long time ago." "Don't go to the authorities," I said. The instructions were burned into my brain so deeply that I couldn't even stand someone else doing it. "I won't go to the authorities. I can do better than that. But I'll need you to keep him tied up for about an hour." "Once I go back there, I'm going to lose it." "Now listen to me very carefully, Alex. It's okay if you give in to those urges. In fact, I'm counting on it. You want him so bad that you don't mind. This is another Alex, and this New Alex is okay doing things that Regular Alex isn't. Do you understand? Regular Alex is just going to sit in the corner in the back of your mind." "Okay". I got up as New Alex. I felt like a weight had been lifted from my shoulders. I wanted to get right back to the house. I was so fucking horny. "I'll see you in about an hour, Alex. Have fun." I bounded from the room like a freed animal. I loved the feeling of being untethered. I got back to the house and as I took off my coat I yelled, "Graham?" I heard noises coming from his bedroom. The door was open a bit so I peered my head around. There was Graham, or more accurately, what Graham had become. He was even taller and more muscular now, but the most amazing thing was that he was sitting on the bed stark naked, eyes tightly shut, his hand glistening with baby oil, his fist wrapped around a ten-inch, throbbing dick. I was mesmerized. I entered the room and without a word I crawled onto the bed between his legs and lowered my mouth over that incredible piece of manhood. It was so hot on my lips, and I heard Graham groan as I took as much of it as I could, his head tickling my tonsils as I bobbed up and down. The strong hand forced me down onto him, locking me into his cock as it exploded. I thought I would choke as I swallowed an incredible amount of his funky jizz. The taste, the feel of it was giving me goose bumps. It was like a starving man being given caviar; it was too much to grasp all at once. His grip released, and I lifted off his prick to start breathing normally. "Somehow I knew it was you," he said. The pheromones work both ways. I could kind of sense it this morning, but I couldn't be sure. I guess you never gave Brenda the fish." "No, she said she didn't want them and I could have them. I ate them all." "Dude! You've completely fucked everything up!" he bellowed. "Well, how the hell was I supposed to know you had a secret plan to turn Brenda into a bimbo?" "Did you tell her? You must answer me honestly." It was a direct command and I told him everything. He listened for a minute and said, "Strip naked and get on the bed on all fours." I did as I was told. He left the room for a second and came back with a long hypodermic. I hate needles, but Graham said. "You're not afraid, Alex. You want this needle. I'm going to put it right here," he touched the cheek of my ass, "And you won't tell anyone about it. It's the booster shot that I had intended for Brenda, but you're getting it now, and at a higher dose." I felt the momentary sting of the needle, but I was really okay with it. "You fucked things up because right now I want to fuck you so bad. But I'm not gay, dammit." I needed him, too. "Please fuck me," I pleaded. I realized that I was a little out of control right now, but I didn't care. The feel of Graham's slick cock against my asshole almost made me faint. I could smell the baby oil as he squirted it back there, and I felt the tip of his big dick squish against my pucker, slowly working its way inside. "Oh Christ you are so fucking hot!" Graham bellowed as he penetrated me inch by inch. I was absolutely motionless, not wishing to disturb anything, but feeling myself being split open, I let out a cry of pain. He backed off a bit, and the pain eased. He alternated between pushing and easing until I realized he'd put that whole slab of meat inside me. He whispered in my ear that I loved having his cock in me, and it was true. I was breathing heavily and sweat was breaking out all over my body, but there was almost an intoxicating feeling to this. It was like climbing a mountain I never knew existed. He'd pushed so deep inside that it felt like he'd become a part of me, welded together. He pulled out just a bit, and then filled me up again. His strokes got longer and longer, and I was now delirious. My insides had adjusted to the feel of him and the pain had faded. I could focus on pleasing him. He called me his slut and I internalized it. I thought of all the porn movies I'd seen, and I wanted to be the sluttiest thing he'd ever fucked. I pushed back against him, talking dirty to him, making him want to cum inside me. I needed that cum, that validation that I was his slut, that I was good enough to get him off. He'd shifted into high gear now, his slick rod moving in and out of me easily as I waggled my butt to make his thrusts more stimulating. I was lost in a fantasy of my own making, but I was turning it into reality. I was Graham's slut, and the thought sent a thrill through my body. He started to groan, and I could feel his load building. He pushed me down, my face buried in the sheets, ass in the air as he slammed into me hard and shot me full of his spunk. It seemed to go on forever and ever, which was okay because I didn't want it to end. I must have blown my own load at some point as I felt sticky liquid dripping from my own cock. I was so wrapped up in satisfying Graham I hadn't even noticed. He pulled out of me, and the emptiness was palpable. I was a little angry at myself, not that I'd just let myself get fucked in the ass, but that I'd denied myself this pleasure for so long. How could I have missed out on this all this time? Even now, completely exhausted and spent, I was anticipating the next time he'd slip that hot cock between my cheeks. Somewhere in my subconscious there was a voice trying to say something, but it wasn't getting through; there was just a feeling that something was, well, off. I ignored it and flopped down next to Graham. "You know Alex, I've pumped you full of a lot of shit. I have no idea how it's going to turn out. But you have to trust me." My skin tingled. A command. "I trust you, Graham." I did, I really did. But the question came from somewhere. "What's going to happen to me?" "Well, you'll start feeling some effects pretty soon. Your hormones are going to be all scrambled, at the very least. I need to get you to the lab to study this....." The door opened a crack and Brenda stepped in. "I don't think so, Graham. You need to be stopped." She had a gun in her hand. She turned to me. "Are you all right, Alex?" she asked. I was terrified that she might hurt Graham. I tried to recall what we were talking about before I came back here, and was only getting bits and pieces. "Alex, take the gun away from her," he said. My skin tingled. A command. I dove headlong at Brenda, grabbing at the gun. As I held her wrist, another person stepped into the room. "AXOLOTL" he screamed at the top of his voice. The word echoed throughout the house, and Brenda was so startled that I got the gun away from her easily. I turned to Graham for help- I needed to know what to do now. But Graham's eyes were unfocused. He sat limply at the edge of the bed, like a puppet whose strings had been cut. I realized who the new person was. It was Brad, Brenda's new lover. He grabbed the gun out of my hand. "It wasn't loaded anyway." He moved over to Graham, who looked at him strangely. "You remember me, Graham. We'd fooled around a bit with hypnosis and subliminal cues last fall. I helped you stop smoking." Graham's voice was very mechanical. "Yes, I remember." "I'd noted some strange behavior, and I gave you a trigger word that would immobilize you if I noticed anything truly antisocial. At the time I was worried about aggressive behavior due to nicotine withdrawal. So when Brenda called me asking if she could borrow my gun, I felt I had to step in. I see the trigger still works." Graham grunted. "So why don't you tell us exactly what's going on here, Graham." Graham recounted what had happened in a sleepy monotone. The late hours in the lab. The rejection of his project, and his carrying it on in secrecy. His testing of the 'male enhancer' drug on himself His plan to render Brenda his plaything, first by introducing the psychotropic drug in the Swedish fish, then the 'female enhancer' shot when Brenda would inevitably come to him looking for sex. How it got screwed up by Alex eating them instead. How the overproduction of pheromones had made Alex and him irresistible to each other. How he wasn't gay but enjoyed Alex sucking his cock and he enjoyed fucking his ass. How he had doubled the dosage of 'female enhancer' to Alex, to overwhelm his endocrine system and make him more like a woman that he could fuck because he wasn't gay. Brad listened patiently until Graham ran out of things to say. Then he started questioning. "Are you currently controlling Alex?" Graham nodded slowly. "I want you to release your control, Graham. You must tell Alex you no longer have any desire to control him." "Alex, I don't control you any more. I'm sorry." It was as if someone had thrown back dark, heavy curtains revealing bright sunlight. I blinked incessantly. I'd been conscious and remembered everything, but I needed to process what was going on. I was very angry at Graham, and I was ready to slug him. Brenda held me back. "I'm pissed at him too, but this isn't the time. Not yet." Brad continued his cross-examination of Graham. "You mentioned that you're not gay." "I'm not gay." "What's wrong with being gay, Graham?" Graham seemed to hesitate. "Uhhh, nothing. I'm just not gay, that's all." "But when we came here, we saw you fucking another man and having an orgasm." "I, uh, had to do that. It was......." Brad pressed him. "You enjoyed it. Even though you're not gay, you enjoyed sex with another man." "Yes, I enjoyed it." "It's okay to enjoy sex with men, Graham. It doesn't make you gay." Graham seemed confused, and Brad droned on. "In fact, Graham, sex with men excites you. It doesn't make you gay and it feels so good. In fact, you wish you could have a cock up your ass if it would prove you're not gay" "Yes." "I bet you could prove to everyone you're not gay if you just let me fuck you up the ass, Graham. It would make you so hot." "Mmmm. So hot." "Let him be your slut," I growled. Brad ignored me. "Do you want it?" he said. "Ohhh yes, please," Graham whimpered. Brad turned to us. "Perhaps you guys should leave now." As we headed toward Brenda's place, I tried to get my head together. "I feel like I've been used. I've been manipulated by everybody. You. Graham. Even Brad, although I'm thankful that he released me." "I'm trying not to give you any direct commands right now. You're still susceptible." "Thanks for that. I need to look at his work, so see if I can counteract those effects. It's a very helpless feeling being subject to the whims of others." "I think you need to just take a breath right now. Everything will be there in the morning. I suspect Brad will be very diligent in getting information out of Graham. He's a little less scrupulous than I am. And since I know you'll ask, I knew he was bisexual when we started seeing each other; I just didn't know it'd come in handy so soon." She went on. "Graham mentioned that he'd given you a booster shot, and pumped you full of his chemicals." "I, uh, can't say." I stammered. I wanted to scream it but my mouth couldn't form the words. The command was too strong. Graham wasn't controlling me any more but those previous orders stuck in my brain. "But, I'm already feeling, well, unbalanced." She let me use her housemate Megan's bedroom. I had to lie down due to the dizziness, but it wasn't long after that I found myself running to the bathroom to vomit. It felt like everything I'd eaten in the last two weeks was coming up, with the exception of those damned Swedish fish. Brenda brought me cold compresses for my forehead and some bottled water that I sipped very slowly. And then I fell into a very deep dreamless sleep. Bright light in my eyes gradually brought me around. Every inch of me seemed to ache, and my stomach was tied in knots. I started to get up, but I was overcome by dizziness and sank back onto the bed. Brenda must have heard me because she came into the bedroom. "Wow, you just slept for 18 hours straight," she said. That would explain why my mouth tasted like burnt tires. "Coffee," was all I could say. She darted out of the room and came back shortly with a cup on hand. My hands were too jangly, so she held the cup while I drank. I had all the effects of a monster hangover with none of the benefits. "How do you feel?" she asked. "Like crap," I said in a raspy voice. She said she just had to take care of a few things, but that she'd be back in a couple of hours. "It's cold out, I think you should just stay inside until you feel better." I wasn't about to argue. She told me where the cereal was and to make myself at home, and then she left. I was able to hold my own coffee cup now as I gradually became fully awake. I wasn't hungry, though, so I'd pass on breakfast. My clothes were in a crumpled heap on the floor, but the dried sweat I was feeling told me I had to take a shower first. Once I was under the spray, I never wanted to leave, it just felt so good. My arms still ached a bit, but the jasmine soap in the shower seemed to revive me as I lathered up. And then it dawned on me that my arms were completely smooth. I wasn't the hairy type, but my skin had become smooth and silky. The scruffy goatee I'd had was gone. It was weird, but I chalked it up to the effects of Graham's formula. I thought about the hypo he stuck in my ass, and the replay of that moment almost gave me an orgasm. Suddenly, I knew what I had to do. I dried myself with the towel, and the feel of fluffy cotton against my smooth skin was delicious. Even my pubic hair had disappeared. When I went to dress, my briefs were too large for me. I went to pull on my jeans and they were so loose that they practically fell off me. I hadn't worn a belt either. Had I lost that much weight? I looked in the mirror, and even though my facial hair was gone I still looked pretty much the same. A lot skinnier, though. I shouldn't have done it, but I opened one of Megan's dresser drawers. There were a whole bunch of Victoria's Secret panties. Felling my hear flutter a bit, I selected a black pair and pulled them on over my legs. They actually fit me pretty well, although they gripped my junk a bit tightly. I found a pair of her jeans next. Megan was a little taller than me, and damned if the jeans didn't fit. I threw on my t-shirt and headed for town. The Inkwell was a downtown tattoo parlor. I'd always been afraid of getting a tattoo, but I knew that I liked needles now. The guy behind the counter was a biker type with a leather vest and bare tattooed arms. Behind him on the wall were a myriad of patterns. I was nervous doing this, because I didn't know what it'd be like. So I started small. I requested a small butterfly on the back of my shoulder. He smiled. "Ever get a tattoo before?" "No." "It's liable to hurt," he said as he got out the paperwork for me to sign holding him blameless if anything went wrong. Then we went into a room in the back and he got his equipment. He positioned me just right, and from the first pinprick, I was in ecstasy. I moaned. "Am I hurting you?" he asked. I tried to keep my equilibrium. "No, I'm okay," I answered. When he was done, he gave me a view of the beautiful multi-colored butterfly on my shoulder. It was so great that I wanted another. "I'd like another one. On my ass," I said, caught up in the moment. The 'Heartbreaker' one. It had a red heart broken in half with a scroll on it saying 'heartbreaker'. "Okay, that'll take a little longer. And you'll have to drop trough." He'd already looked at me a bit oddly, but his eyes went wide when he saw me shimmy out of my tight jeans. I'd forgotten I was wearing Megan's black undies, and I had a little boner. He had me lay down on the table while he got new inks and equipment off the shelf. When he put his hands firmly on my butt and began tattooing me, I couldn't help myself. I shot a load all over the plastic covering of the table. And with every needle prick, I built up toward another orgasm. I'd been able to conceal the first one, but by the second, I had a feeling that my cum was leaking down between my legs, and by my third one, I knew it was but I just didn't care. To his credit, the tattoo guy never flinched. When he finished he said, "Here's a mirror to look at it, and here's a towel to clean yourself off". When I did, he said, "Wanna get those tats for free?" I smiled as he pulled down his pants revealing a huge bouncing cock. "That's the most aroused I've ever seen someone when getting one, and I've seen a lot." I took him in my mouth and swallowed him whole. Cupping his big balls and bobbing my head furiously, I had him cumming in no time. I drank his jizz like a fine wine. When I licked him clean, I went to get my clothes while he lay panting. "Wait," he said as he handed me a business card. "Next one's on the house, too." I got back to Brenda's to see her standing inside like an angry mother who's just caught her kid sneaking into the house at 4 AM. "Where were you?" she demanded. "I was scared shitless that something had happened to you." "I just went out for a little air, and for.....this," I said, baring my shoulder. "Um, okay," she said, not quite knowing what to think. "Hey, are those Megan's jeans you're wearing?" "Yes. My jeans didn't fit and I had to, ah, improvise." "Well, she better get them back or she'll be pissed when she returns in a couple of weeks." "That's not all I borrowed," I grinned as I stripped out of the jeans. "Holy shit, you're wearing her panties, too? She'll freak." "But they're so comfortable," I pouted. "Is that a tattoo on your ass?" I proudly pulled down the panties to expose my Heartbreaker tat. She giggled a bit and said that I'd always been afraid of needles. I told her that the needle in my ass turned me on so much I couldn't stop cumming. She told me that was something Graham had put in my mind, and she gave me a direct order that needles actually hurt, and that they shouldn't turn me on like that. My ass and shoulder suddenly throbbed in pain. When she asked me why I got the two tattoos the whole story came tumbling out, including my little cocksucking adventure. Brenda seemed genuinely surprised. "My god, you're such a little slut!" Her calling me that made me tingle all over. I realized that was a thought that Graham had put in my head when he was fucking me, but I didn't let Brenda know. I didn't want her taking that away from me. Brenda said that Graham was back working on an antidote, and he had spilled the beans on all his research. Brad had him refocusing on that, and he was keeping a tight eye on him. "One thing, though. He'd told us where he'd kept his 'stash' of the drug. He had enough to create his own private harem and then some. But in lower doses, it doesn't have the same psychotropic effects and still, well, 'enhances' you. So I took a little nip myself, just to see how it works." "Are you sure?" Somehow this didn't seem right, but she was absolutely convinced she had things under control. She only took a minuscule dose and could always go back for a booster later, she said. "How's Graham?" I asked. I still felt a surge of arousal thinking of him. "Like I said, he's focused. Brad said he convinced him to put any thoughts of sex with me out of his mind until he'd finished finding the antidote. You don't want to spend the rest of your life as a girl, do you?" "Um, no". I knew I needed to reverse these changes, but I was a bit disappointed that I couldn't feel that hard cock in my ass for a while. All my priorities seemed out of whack right now. All these thoughts and feelings running through me, jumbled up, made my head hurt. "Brenda, if it's okay with you, I think I need to crawl back into bed for a bit." "It's okay. I think you need to rest anyway. Come on, I'll tuck you in." She led me to Megan's bed and I flopped in, exhausted. I may have been asleep before she turned out the lights. I dreamed of many things, mostly of a sexual nature, but they faded away as I began to wake up. I needed to get my bearings as I stared up at the ceiling. I was in Brenda's house, yes. All of the stuff I'd been experiencing wasn't a dream. The Swedish fish. The hypodermic. My sudden craving for a man's cock. It was all real. Blinking my eyes, I looked at the alarm clock by the bed. It was 8:30 AM- I'd had another one of my incredibly-long slumbers. I wasn't even sure what day it was right now. My stomach was still doing flip-flops, and I tried and failed to remember the last time I'd eaten anything. I heard noises elsewhere in the house, a muffled voice perhaps. I needed to find Brenda. Her bedroom door was wide open and Brenda sat on her bed, knees up and a couple of fingers buried in her vagina. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open, making little mewling noises. I stood there in the doorway, stunned. I thought about sneaking quietly away, but Brenda opened her eyes and looked right at me. "I need you to come here and lick my pussy right now, Alex." An order. My heart fluttered. I would be the sluttiest, best goddamn pussy-licker I could be. My tongue tingled as I crawled between her legs. I pushed her fingers out of the way and went to work on her clit, teasing it at the end of a long slurp up her labia. Her hands grabbed my hair and she began shouting obscenities mixed with moans as I buried my face in her slippery snatch. "Oh fuck. Oh fuck. I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna........................ CUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!" she screeched, as she mashed my face into her crotch. She actually squirted a bit, and I licked up every pungent drop. She was breathing erratically as her body trembled through another orgasm, then another. I kept licking away, unwilling or unable to stop. Finally, Brenda forcibly pushed me away, commanding me to stop. Even this kind of command gave me a thrill, and I lay there panting, my face covered with her sticky juices. "I'm so sorry, Alex, I just got a little carried away. I've been on fire since the minute I woke up. I didn't mean to command you like that." "It's okay," I said. I almost told her how good it felt being commanded like that, but the rational part of me knew that being a slave to her demands wasn't a good thing even if it FELT good. She flipped off her nightie and I got the first full look at her body. "Look at the changes! And this is in one day! I didn't think it was possible!" Her formerly flat chest was now full, with perfectly round breasts, large but not overly so. And the rest of her body had become more curvaceous. Her face was exactly the same, but her hair seemed fuller and bouncier. She cupped her tits in her hands. "These things are amazing! And they're so sensitive. One side-effect is that I'm horny as hell, as you just found out. I need to find Brad right now because I need a good fucking." I'd never heard Brenda talk like this. The formerly reserved and level- headed woman seemed just a little out of control this morning. "Let's look at you," she said, motioning me to take off my t-shirt and sweats. For a minute there, I'd forgotten that I'd been affected, too. I stripped naked and stood in front of her. She ran her fingers over my chest, and she could feel the little bumps there. They were almost too small to notice, but when she twirled a finger around a nipple, I shivered. "Well, there's definitely something there," she giggled. She traced a finger down my smooth skin to my cock, which was just a little thing. I was hard but it was barely two inches long. My balls had shrunken as well, but everything still felt good when she touched it. She led me to the mirror and said, "You're changing too, Alex. Can you feel it?" As I looked at myself I was struck by how subtle changes in every part of my body came together. Brenda pressed her tits into my back as she ran her hands over my body. "You look kind of cute," she said. I did. And I was wrestling with whether I wanted to change things back or let the process unfold. There was something both exciting and terrifying about becoming a different person. "We need to see what Graham's been up to." I said. Brenda agreed. "And I need to find Brad. I want to show him my new tits." We decided to go to my place first, to see if Graham was at home. Then we'd try the lab, then look for Brad. I took another pair of Megan's panties and her jeans. This time one of her blouses fit me as well. I noted with sadness I was too small to use a bra, but the feeling of the material on my nipples was adequate compensation. When we pulled up the drive, I could see that Brad's car was there. "Looks like we can kill two birds with one stone," I said. I was a little pissed that Graham wasn't at the lab by now, but I guessed I needed to just let him alone. We opened the door and I knew immediately something was up. I heard the sounds from the bedroom, and opening the door, we stood there in amazement. Brad was there, his big manly dick buried deep in Graham's ass. His back was to us and I watched his tight glutes contract with every thrust. Graham was on all fours, and the two hunks were grunting in pleasure. Their bodies glistened with sweat as Brad pounded his cock into the inviting hole. The bed was creaking under the strain, and Brad bellowed that he was cumming. He yelled at Graham to cum and a thick jet of cream erupted from my housemate's dick. I moved closer, and Brad noticed me for the first time. He smiled and said, "Alex, I want you to lick up all of Graham's cum." He turned to Brenda and said, "watching me fuck a man turns you on so much you have to lick my cock clean." I leapt at the chance, squirming under Graham's haunches, sucking the last of the seed from him. I felt the wetness on the back of my neck that was the rest of his load, and began licking the sheets to get every last drop of his essence. I realized I had gotten so excited that I'd squirted all over myself inside my panties. Brad bent over and whispered something in Graham's ear. Graham got up and said, "I have to get to the lab. I've got work to do." And he went to get dressed. Brenda was busy on her knees, licking the last of Brad's cum. When she finished she backed away, and the dreamy look on her face was replaced with one of anger. "You made me do that, Brad. You made me suck the cock that had just fucked my ex-boyfriend up the ass." "Well, Bren, I wanted to see how far you could be pushed. You see, you thought that you were below the level for psychotropic effects, but you weren't. But now I want you to think about other things, like how much fun it would be to go shopping for new clothes. This wasn't really that important." Brenda's mood seemed to lighten. Brad continued, "You see, one of the side effects of the male enhancement is an unusual attraction to someone else similarly enhanced. I can't get enough of Graham, and he can't get enough of me right now. That's something that I'd like him to work on as a top priority." He turned to me. "Sorry, Alex, that antidote's going to have to wait. But as compensation, I want you to enjoy being a girl. There are so many things that you can't do if you're a boy with that icky little cock. I think you and Brenda would love to go shopping for nice sexy clothes. Something slutty, because later you really want to hook up with some cute guys. Now get going, girls." I was already back in the car and heading down the driveway before I got my wits about me. "Hey, weren't we going to do something here?" Brenda said, "Well, I already showed Brad my new tits and I got to suck his cock. I don't think there was anything else. Hey, I need to get some new clothes to show off this bod. What do you say we go shopping?" I couldn't argue. Seemed like a good idea. My little tits tingled as the seatbelt pressed my blouse against my sensitive nips, and we headed for the mall. Brenda led the way. "One thing we need to do is get you fixed up a bit." I didn't exactly know how to take that, but she took me to a salon and gave the stylist detailed instructions. My hair had grown out a lot in the last day or two; it was washed, cut and highlighted. Then there was a facial and a manicure. The permanent eyeliner was next, followed by the rest of my makeup. When I finally got a glimpse of myself, I let out a little squeal. They got a nice tip and off we went to the clothes stores. First was the lingerie store. "You can't keep borrowing Megan's stuff," Brenda said. She picked out a whole bunch of skimpy, silky things for us. The salesperson, a well-preserved woman in her early 40's, could see that we were buying in bulk and was very helpful. When we went to the dressing room she said that only one person was allowed in the booth at a time, but Brenda turned on the charm, and before we knew it, our saleslady was in the booth with us, standing on the seat as Brenda licked her clit while I tongued her asshole from behind. She had a shattering orgasm, but managed to strangle her screams. We wound up with a 40% discount and her business card with her home number. Next we bought a pair of Kardashian knockoffs, nicely slutty. Brenda filled hers out much better than I did, and I was a bit jealous. The dresses were expensive, and unfortunately no salesperson came to help us. We went to the food court, and Brenda kept sliding her hot dog in and out of her mouth. We got some cross glances from some old fuddy-duddies. "Alex, I'm so fucking horny right now. I need Brad's cock in me, but he's hooked on Graham right now." "That's why Graham is looking to fix that," I said. There was something else that Graham was supposed to be doing, but it kind of slipped my mind I guess. "Yeah, but if I don't get something hard between my legs soon, I'm going to go crazy." "Stop it, you're making me horny too." Not that she had to try very hard. Brenda was staring at my chest. "I think your tits are getting bigger." I didn't believe her. But she put her hands on my little boobs and man, they did seem to have a little more to them. My chest was burning at her touch, and an older woman sitting at the table next to ours huffed and got up to leave. After lunch, we got some skin-tight leggings, and some micro-miniskirts that just barely covered our asses. Then she poured me into some tight jeans that fit like a glove, so I wouldn't have to borrow Megan's any more. I had no idea how much money we spent, but we were loaded down with bags when we got back to the car. "One more stop," Brenda said. She gave me directions and a few minutes later we were standing at the Pleasure Boutique, a place that advertised notions and lotions and movies in the back. Brenda was unfazed and bought a whole load of items, including a double-headed dildo, and a ten inch strap-on cock, along with sweet smelling lubes and other erotic items. The clerk looked up at us dully and rang us up. When we got home, we had a fashion show that would have brought down the house had anyone been there to see. I was getting so horny in these clothes and I didn't know what to do. I blurted out to Brenda, "I need to get laid in the worst way, but no man would have me once they'd see my little cock down here." I played with my little nub. It was so useless, even though it felt good to rub around. Brenda disappeared for a moment and returned stroking the strap-on. "I'll fuck you, little girl"' she said. I was ecstatic. She had the slippery, sweet-smelling lube in her hand and as I flipped up my miniskirt and pulled aside my thong panties, she forced a big blob of it up my ass. Then I felt the lubricated plastic dildo at my little rosebud. Brenda bent me over and I submitted to her. She said, "I want you to pretend I have a cock, Alex." A command. Oh god, Brenda was going to fuck me with her cock. I felt it slip easily inside me, going deeper and deeper. How deep could she go? I relaxed my insides for her but even then it felt like she was ripping me open. Her cock was immense, and I was impaled on it. "Oh, fuck me, please," I whined. I was delirious. Brenda was relentless, skewering me with her big dick until I could take no more. "Aaaah!" I screamed as I felt hot slippery liquid gush from her cock, coating my insides. "I want your girly cum, Alex!" she hissed. The words hit me like a thunderclap. I convulsed in orgasm, nerve endings standing on edge from head to toe but emanating from the warmth in my ass. As I trembled, Brenda pulled out of me, seeming to take hours. I was feverish. I wanted that cock inside me forever. Brenda measured her words. "Alex, I actually fucked you with a dildo, not a cock. But you just looked like you needed it so bad. I'm sorry." I took a moment to gather myself. "Holy shit, that was amazing. It even seemed like you came inside me." "I just pumped a big load of lube in you. You're primed and ready for the next cock you see." The thought of that made my little boobs tingle. "So where do we find one? Our two most likely candidates are busy fucking each other." "I have an idea," she said. One of the fraternities on campus was having a party tonight, and it wouldn't be too hard to prey on a drunken horny underclassman. And so it was that not too much later we found ourselves in Sigma Epsilon Chi's barroom. Men outnumbered women two to one as they did at any fraternity party. We got plenty of ogling from the guys and icy stares from the girls, but Brenda focused on the best-looking specimen in the room and got her man, a guy named Taylor. Music was blaring, so it was hard to talk. It wasn't long before we went 'someplace quieter', which turned out of be his room. He was a football player and plenty strong, but I could tell he'd had one beer too many. Brenda kissed him and rubbed her tits against him while I focused on getting his jeans off. It was awkward, but I managed. His semi-hard unit sprung free of his briefs and I began kissing and licking the head of it. Brenda was maneuvering him inevitably toward his bed, and I crawled after, never losing contact with that wonderful slab of man-meat. Brenda shimmied out of her dress and panties and as Taylor lay back on the bed, she lowered her pussy on his face. Taylor's dick jumped when she did that, and I felt it grow in my mouth. I got up to take off my own mini, and strategically turned the light down low. Taylor didn't care; he was on his own personal stairway to heaven. I kept my little thong on- I didn't want him to see any of my nasty man bits. I went back to tonguing his shaft until I heard Brenda groan. I knew she'd just cum all over his face. Then, nice and wet, she moved back toward me and I inhaled the scent of her excitement as I grabbed Taylor's rod and positioned it between her sopping cunt lips. As she sat down on it, he let out a low howl. She was excruciatingly slow in her movements up and down on him, drawing it out and blowing his mind. She put his hands on her breasts, and used that as a fulcrum to rock back and forth. I could tell by the goose bumps on her back that she'd come again and then again. Taylor was a puppet in her hands. Brenda turned to me and whispered, "Your turn, sweetie." She lifted up off of Taylor's cock and gave me a wink. She sat down on his face again, her moist pussy blocking his view. I felt a little moisture of my own dribbling from my ass. Was that the leftover lube or was I that excited? I pulled my thong aside and with my back to him, I squatted down feeding his magnificent cock into my anus. I was still slippery inside and it wasn't long before I'd swallowed him whole. His groans were muffled by Brenda's cunt as she rode his face like a rodeo star. I writhed on him, enjoying the incomparable feeling of fullness as he convulsed in ecstasy beneath the two of us. I reached underneath to feel his balls, and I could tell he was locked and loaded. I shivered on top of him, burying his bone deep inside me as I felt him explode at the center of my being. Brenda absorbed his cries of passion in her slippery cunt as I had my own private full-body orgasm, closing my eyes and giving in to the sensation. I don't know how long I sat there impaled on him, but a tap on my shoulder from Brenda brought me back to reality. His softening cock was slipping out of me, and Brenda pointed out that Taylor was peacefully asleep. We quickly got dressed and sneaked out of his room unobserved. I could still feel his cum leaking out of my ass as we headed for the car. Once inside and on the road, we exhaled and giggled like two robbers that had just pulled off the heist of a lifetime. It wasn't that late, but I was incredibly tired. Back at her place and after a quick shower, I put on the silky nightie that Brenda had gotten me. Just as I was drifting off to sleep, I felt her crawling into bed and snuggling me, her arms wrapped around my little boobs, her large soft mounds pressing against my back. I let out a contended sigh and dozed off. My dreams were full of kisses and sucking and licking. At least I thought I was dreaming. I couldn't be sure...... To Be Continued......