Five Vials First Vial
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James awoke slowly to the sounds of morning outside his bedroom window.
Gentle orange light kissed his face through the blinds, and distant
chirping tickled his ears. James smiled and had to admit; despite the
momentary embarrassment of his being unemployed, waking up slowly and
naturally on a weekday - knowing he had no obligation to get up and go
to work - was a luxury he could get used to, with some coaching.
James' eyes squeezed shut, not ready yet to climb out of his comfy
cocoon. He stretched his arms and legs out as far as he could across
the bed. His smooth, naked skin sought out any cool pockets they could
find, hidden under the sheets. The stretch lasted forever and felt
amazing. A few joints popped as he reached out to all four corners of
their king-size bed. He sighed contentedly.
James took stock of the sensations his body relayed to him as he lay in
bed. His newly-hairless skin still tingled, as the silk-smooth texture
of the sheets rubbed against him. He found himself humming as he
seductively slid his arms and legs back and forth like a snow angel,
prolonging the feeling. He replayed the previous night's events in his
mind and smiled. He licked his lips and realized with some unease that
he could still faintly detect the taste of his own cum on his tongue.
The urge to stretch washed over him again and he reached his fingers
and toes once more as far away from him as he could, forming a star in
the middle of the bed. He groaned. He felt around with his toes, but
couldn't find the bottom edge of the bed. He squirmed slightly and
shimmied down a few inches until his feet found the familiar expanse.
Odd, he thought.
He finally threw back the covers, gasping silently as the cool air
collided with his skin. He rolled and rose from bed, noting with mild
discomfort that his muscles felt incredibly fatigued. Standing, he
loosened his shoulders, rolling them in circles and stretching his arms
across his chest. He noted an unfamiliar slimness to his arms.
I might be dehydrated, he thought, and walked into the bathroom for a
glass of water and a shower.
He guzzled the water down in one smooth motion, pausing long enough to
refill his glass and drink it again. As he finished a third glass, he
sputtered slightly and decided he probably had enough. His hair fell
into his eyes and he instinctively combed his hand backwards, brushing
it away from his face.
Is it really this long already? He inspected himself in the mirror.
Something looked off. He squinted and approached the mirror from the
left, then right, trying to get a good angle on what was different. He
had subconsciously expected himself to look different with no hair on
his body, but some intangible detail seemed out of place, and it pulled
at him.
For one, his naked chest and stomach had none of the deep, masculine
lines he'd expected to see - which countless magazine covers had
conditioned him to expect from in-shape men. Was that it? He expected
himself to look more buff with no hair? No; he couldn't put his finger
on something else. He had the distinct impression that he was looking
into a funhouse mirror - one of the ones that makes you seem smaller
and further away. His shoulders seemed... less broad. His arms were
thin. Not feeble, but not thick either. They seemed fair. All over his
body, in fact, the contours seemed to lack an amount of definition that
he was used to seeing. Could it be, that body hair alone made that much
difference to his appearance?
James looked around, noticing his surroundings more. He could almost
swear everything around him seemed slightly larger.
As soon as the thought entered his mind, he felt a wave of nervousness
and embarrassment wash over him, accompanied by something else.
Pleasure? A tingling, prickling sensation crawled across his baby-
smooth skin, causing his nipples to crinkle and harden.
James shook his head. "Shower!" he reminded himself.
************
The shower was amazing. It awakened his senses fully and invigorated
him.
The water cascaded down his body in completely random streams and
rivulets, without the predictable patterns of body hair it used to
cling to. With the extra skin sensitivity, his nipples almost ached,
they had become so hard. His fingers reached up and tweaked them,
before he even realized he was going to. He shook off the impulse and
smiled to himself; that was a new sensation. He had barely started his
day and he was already thinking of jerking off.
Maybe just a quick one, he thought, to help get it off my mind, so I
can start my day.
He reached down and ran his fingers along his shaft, considering. He
usually had some kind of visual to play with, when he did this. He
looked down at his own hand. It really did seem daintier, for whatever
reason. Almost feminine. He spread his fingers, touched each tip to his
thumb. He ran the fingers along his cockhead, which had finally woken
up and was standing at full attention. His wrist looked slender, and it
connected to a mildly feminine arm...
James started jerking off, envisioning some imaginary beauty that must
be controlling those slender fingers with such expertise. She probably
had long, blonde hair. Or maybe not so long; maybe it was more of a
pixie cut, coming only a little past her ears. Kind of like his own
current hair length, he supposed.
James pumped, lost in his fantasy of the body attached to that arm. She
was probably a small girl; five-and-change, but with large, heavy
breasts that were constantly under attention. She was probably real
submissive and shy, always looking up at you through those darling
eyelashes, with a bashful timid look. But she was eager to please.
In the empty bathroom, with the echoes of water splashing and spinning
down the drain, James could swear he heard a feminine moan cry out, as
she coaxed him to orgasm.
A few minutes later, with the shower off and a towel wrapped around his
waist, James sat in front of his laptop, ready to start his day. It was
time to look at job openings, time to turn in some applications, time
to custom-tailor some cover letters, for each submitted resume. His
mind wandered back over his imaginary seductress, and his nipples
firmed again.
************
"Honey, I'm home!" Victoria's sing-song announcement rang through the
apartment, rousing James from dreamland.
James looked around, trying to gain his bearings. He was back in bed.
He remembered laying down for a nap, exhausted after... what? He had
started the day browsing job postings, but his mind kept wandering back
towards erotic thoughts. His soft skin kept distracting him, his hands
kept touching, feeling everything. He kept taking a break to explore
his body some more, opening a tab to a porn website. He must have
masturbated three or four more times. After each climax, the expected
moment of clear-headedness hadn't arrived, he just wanted to do it
again. Eventually, he had laid down for a nap, his hands touching his
chest as he fell asleep.
And now, Victoria was home. That was... eight hours ago? Where had the
day gone?
Victoria walked into the bedroom, dropping her purse next to the bed
and smirking. She was wearing professional attire after a day at the
lab; a conservative blouse with a long skirt, in short heels.
"You look like you must've had a busy day," she quipped.
James looked around sheepishly, a million questions running through his
head. What was wrong with him, today? When he realized Victoria was
watching him and he could come up with no response, he blushed deep
red, warmth filling his cheeks.
Best to just come out and say it, he decided.
"I don't know what happened. I literally did not get anything done. I'm
not even sure how long I've been napping. Sorry, babe! I know this
looks a bit selfish."
Victoria's smile was unreadable as she watched him. Her eyes explored
his body and seemed to be taking silent notes. Finally, she took a step
forward.
"It's alright, babe," she said. She unbuttoned the front of her blouse,
starting from the top button. "You're entitled to your little treats,
once in a while."
She stripped the blouse away, revealing a hot pink bra with black trim.
It cupped and thrust her breasts forward. James could see the hard tips
of her nipples pushing through the fabric. Victoria undid her skirt,
letting it drop away and revealing a matching black-and-pink lingerie
set; sheer black stockings, and a black garter belt and straps, with
hot pink ribbons laced throughout.
She stepped her feet apart, striking an imposing figure in front of
him. She wasn't wearing any panties.
"But I think maybe now it's time for you to give me my treat, little
boy."
James felt a tingle rush through him in response and had no idea why.
Little boy. It was such a cheesy line, but damn if he didn't feel like
she was in charge.
James was sitting up in bed, his cock standing at full attention as
Victoria climbed onto the foot of the bed. She crawled, cat-like, up
the bed until her lips came to his. She pushed him forcefully onto his
back, breaking off the kiss. James wondered at how easily she pushed
him back, had she been working out?
Victoria straddled James and grabbed his wrists, pinning them to either
side of his head. Below his line of sight, James felt Victoria's hips
sliding, seeking, and finally filling herself with his length. James
whimpered happily as Victoria held him down and rode him.
She tossed her hair above him and half-laughed. She made pleasurable
mewls and gasps as she rode him closer to orgasm. Her breasts bounced
inches in front of his face, but his arms were held down.
"You like when I come home to you, after a long day at work?" she
asked. "You like rewarding me at the end of the day?"
James moaned in response, he was getting close. Victoria sensed it and
coaxed him along.
"Come on, baby, give me my treat" she commanded. "Cum inside me."
James gasped at the command and moaned loudly. His cock twitched hard
and he came, shooting a full load deep inside her. Victoria brought her
face down to his and pushed her tongue into his mouth. They kissed and
breathed together.
They lay like that for a moment, catching their breath as the residual
twitches subsided.
James mind was in a blissful fog when he heard Victoria ask, "Will you
clean me up?"
Of course, he would. He nodded, and they kissed again.
Victoria slid up his chest, climbing past his head while he lay face-up
in the bed. He stared up between Victoria's lovely legs as they
encompassed his vision. She gently lowered her pussy to his face and he
closed his eyes, instinctively licking her. He licked around her lips
and nibbled her clitoris, and as the cum began to flow out of her, he
devoured it eagerly.
Above him, Victoria smiled with satisfaction as she watched her
boyfriend servicing her. She wondered if 'boyfriend' was still the
right word; he looked like he had lost close to twenty or thirty
pounds, and lots of muscle. His hair came almost to his shoulders. He
was nearly matched with her for size, and likely to shrink further,
after tonight.
"Good boy," she cooed, and watched his involuntary shudder at the
compliment.
Down the hall, a glowing vial was waiting in a briefcase, with the
number III.
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