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************************************************** Prologue ************************************************** Cool midnight air drifted gently through the open window of James' bedroom, carrying with it the distant sounds of nocturnal suburban activity. A passing car ground its tires softly into the pavement, on the way by. Insects chirped. On the bed, James' sheets rose and fell smoothly with the pattern of steady breathing. Next to his slumbering shape, the other half of the bed lay empty, but still warm. On a nearby nightstand, a clock radio with glowing red numbers displayed the time. 2:08 AM. Tick. 2:09 AM. The room was dark; the murky haze of nighttime dyed the surroundings in various hues of blue and violet. Shapes littered the room, one vaguely resembled a t-shirt; a pair of underwear; a chair, in the corner; a dresser and vanity. Atop the vanity-shape, the outline of scented candles decorated the table, long cold after the night's earlier activities. The doorway to the room gaped open, the hallway beyond the portal fading into blackness. Standing in the doorway, was the unmistakably feminine curvature of a woman. The edges of her silhouette were outlined with alternating fringed and curving lines of lace lingerie. Moonlight kissed her exposed skin with bands of blue. Her left hand clutched the handle of a briefcase. She stepped soundlessly into the bedroom, tiptoed to the window; the shapely lines of her legs crossed and swayed, her silhouette fused and split as she walked. Her breasts jutted forward, encased in the lace bra. Stopping in front of the window, the woman quietly placed her briefcase on the nightstand and - with a whisper-soft click - opened the locks on either side. She glanced quickly at the sleeping form in the bed. The sheets did not stir. Carefully, she lifted the lid of the briefcase. Her face was immediately bathed in a pale green glow, emanating from inside the case. The woman was young, her features smooth and delicate. Lovely, long jet-black hair framed her face and melted into the darkness behind her. Her eyes were vast green pools, electrified by the radioactive glow emitting from the contents of the case. She licked her full lips and smiled. Her eyes softened as she peered inside. The briefcase was stainless steel. The interior was packed with a single block of protective foam, molded with a series of indentations. Within the first pocket, a package of syringes lay open, the needles encased in plastic sleeves. Within the remaining indentions nestled the source of the pale green glow; five glass vials, each containing a swirling, luminous green liquid. Each vial was adorned with a plain white label, with increasing roman numerals 'I' through 'V' distinguishing them from each other. Working quickly, but with practiced precision, the woman unwrapped one of the syringes and removed the first vial, identified by the block letter as number one. She slid the tip of the needle into the vial, pulling back on the plunger and filling the syringe with the glowing contents. Her eyes keenly focused on the measurements as it filled. She drew the needle out and held it upright. She flicked the syringe, coaxing any remaining bubbles to the top, pushed them out, and turned to the sleeping form in the bed. Carefully, gently, she pulled back a section of the covers, exposing a toned, muscular buttock and a hairy upper thigh. She reached out with her free hand and caressed his skin warmly, gradually applying pressure and pulling the skin of the cheek tight. With a single, smooth motion, she sunk the needle into the firm flesh, depressing the plunger and emptying the substance into the man sleeping before her. She held her breath. The man did not stir. She removed the needle and set it aside. She sat perfectly still and watched, waited. Nothing happened. The woman exhaled. She was not disappointed; she knew the changes would come eventually. Watching the steady rhythm of his breathing, and knowing what was to come, the woman couldn't help herself any longer. In the dark, she traced her fingers delicately up her own thigh, reveling in the tickling sensation. She caressed the front of her cotton panties, finally curling the tips of her fingers into the softness of her lace- covered crotch. She stifled a moan. After a moment, her fingers slowly pulled away, glistening. She stood, quietly closed the briefcase and left the room. ************************************************** First Vial ************************************************** James combed his fingers through his hair again, relishing the feeling. The softness of his hair against the skin on his fingers, the gentle tug on his scalp; his entire sense of touch felt electric, today. He released his handful of hair and a few stray locks fell into his periphery. He shifted in his booth and looked across the table. "I guess it's time for me to get a haircut again. Seems like it just sprouted overnight!" From across the table, James' girlfriend, Victoria, smiled and cocked her head to the side. "I don't know, I kind of like it. Maybe you should just let it grow and see what happens." James frowned, considered, and shrugged. "Maybe you're right." He winced, remembering; "I can't really afford one right now, anyway. Not until I hear back on one of these applications." Victoria rolled her eyes. "I already told you, this arrangement," she gestured at herself and then him, "is not a problem. I make more than enough to provide comfortably for two people." Her eyes flashed. "Besides," she smirked, "I kind of like having a stay-at-home maid, to cook and clean for me." James grinned at the teasing and took a bite off of his plate. "Yeah, I bet you do. A servant you can bang, to boot." As he chewed, James suddenly felt a tickle on his leg. He jumped slightly and looked down to see a silk-covered foot, sliding up his thigh from under the table. He coughed and took a sip of water. Victoria continued to smile innocently. She raised an eyebrow in mock concern as James put down his fork. "That's right," she purred. "My own personal maid." As her foot rubbed against him, sparks ignited the nerves under James' skin, causing his muscles to jump and twitch at the sensation. His heart fluttered. Between his hips, a tight ball of desire thrummed to life and pumped heat into his member, stirring it awake. It ached. He clenched his thighs and shifted, but was rewarded with no relief. If anything, the movement tickled him further. Everything felt so vivid and sensitive, today. James tried to keep his composure. He thought back on the morning and wondered what was causing this pleasant sensitivity. Earlier that morning, James had awakened with the stiffest hard-on he'd experienced in years. He'd felt a familiar sense of need, but at an intensity which was unusual, even for him. A shower had barely helped; the drops of water sent waves of radiant warmth through him. The increased sensitivity to touch had not diminished at all throughout the day. If anything, it became more overwhelming as time went on. It felt like the steady, tactile buzz of a good high, a full-body itch that would not let up. The hard-on had died down, but the need persisted. He had spent the whole day trying to ignore any extra visual stimuli, lest he embarrass himself in public. And now, here he was with a soft foot massaging his cock in a crowded restaurant. He sighed as the teasing foot withdrew. His eyes met Victoria's. She smiled. "Let's go home." _________________________________________ James staggered into the bedroom with Victoria's legs wrapped tightly around his waist, her wet mouth pressed eagerly against his. Her hands cupped his face gently, while his hands disappeared beneath her short, pleated skirt, holding her up while his fingers gripped the soft flesh of her rear. Reaching the bed, James dropped Victoria onto her back. She yelped happily. James reached up and fumbled with the buttons on his shirt. His skin virtually crackled with the sensation of pleasurable pins and needles. As his shirt buttons came free one at a time, Victoria's eyebrows shot up impishly from the bed. "Now that's a surprise," she cooed. James looked down at his half-exposed chest, wondering what Victoria was talking about. Something looked a little different, but he couldn't quite place... "Whoa!" James stammered. In the dim light of the bedroom, the lean, muscular lines of James' chest and abs shone like soft eggshell - completely hairless. "I, uh... I didn't do this." James quickly finished unbuttoning his shirt. He yanked the shirt out from his waistband and as it lifted free of his slacks, a cloud of dark brown tufts fell to the ground. He slid out of his shirt the rest of the way, unfastened his belt and dropped his pants. He stood still in his boxers, looking down at his body. There wasn't a single hair remaining, that he could see: not even a hint of stubble. There wasn't any evidence that he had ever grown any hair on his body. His toned calves were completely smooth. His shins. His arms. The bizarre feeling of cool air touching his skin made his tiny nipples pucker tightly, on his square chest. James stared aghast at the ring of loose body hair that had fallen off his body, lying around him on the ground. He gestured helplessly at it. "That's not supposed to happen, right?" he mumbled. Victoria propped herself up on her elbows in the bed. "No, I suppose not," she offered. She watched as James' hands roamed wonderingly up and down his flanks, the corner of her mouth tugged up coyly. "It's a good look, though. Take it from me, a smooth body can feel pretty luxurious." She slid forward off the bed, dropping to her knees in front of him. Her face was lined up with the supple texture of James' stomach. She leaned forward and gently kissed his stomach. Beneath the soft touch of her lips, she could feel his abs clench as James sucked in air, sharply. She kissed his skin again, lower. There wasn't a hint of roughness in the texture of his skin - it was like kissing silk. It felt plush, like there was a thin layer of padding over his muscles. She reached up and tugged his boxers. As the waistband slid lower, it exposed more smooth skin; the V of his pelvis, the pad of skin above his groin... James' member sprang free, and his underwear fell to the floor completely. Victoria stared at it hungrily and wrapped her slender, manicured fingers around it. It felt delicious in her hand. It grew bigger. "I don't think I mind this one bit," she cooed, stroking her hand agonizingly slow up and down his shaft as she examined him. With her free hand, she slid her palm and outstretched fingers along James' smooth abs and chest. Despite the hairless smooth skin, he looked so rigid and manly. He cut a dashing, powerful figure that stood tall above her. James inhaled deeply through his nose, his eyes half-lidded as he watched Victoria work and admire. Little pleasurable fireworks popped left and right in his mind, as he sucked his lips and nibbled on them lightly. He could see the lust in Victoria's eyes, the subtle blush that colored her cheeks and the tips of her ears. She looked so happy on her knees in front of him, teasing him and acting submissive. The wide neck of her dress scooped low, exposing the tops of her large breasts. They quivered as she moved, pressed together, with visible tips pressing forward through the material. She parted her lips and leaned forward. She kissed the head. She turned her face and rubbed him against her cheek and the side of her nose, lovingly nuzzling his cock. She opened her mouth and swallowed it, humming happily. James groaned and rolled his eyes. In that moment, he felt connected to Victoria more intensely than he could ever remember. He would do anything for her, she was so skilled at loving him. The last few weeks, she had been providing for him without complaint; she even seemed to enjoy it. Victoria's head bobbed up and down, focused on her task. She rested on her bare heels, with her hands gripping her boyfriend's hips, holding him steady as she sucked him off. Her tongue pressed against the supple texture of the bottom of his cock, she could tell he was close. "Oh, baby, I'm..." James trailed off. "Mmmhmm," she cooed. James almost laughed as he came. It felt so good as to seem absurd. Victoria held him in her mouth, eyes closed and content as she waited for him to finish. She opened her eyes and looked up at him, a mischievous look in her eye. With slow deliberateness, she dragged her sealed lips off him. James smiled and reached down to cup Victoria's face. He gently lifted her up into a kiss. As he pressed his lips against hers, her lips parted, and a swell of cum flowed into his mouth as her tongue pushed it forward. He made a surprised grunt, but Victoria held his head and fed it into him. He relaxed and let her continue. Their tongues swirled, and their lips grew slimy and wet with the mess. Victoria drew her face back, and thin line of sticky cum keeping their lips connected. She lifted her finger and wiped his mouth as he looked at her, confused. "Good boy," she said. "I hope you liked it as much as I did." Eyes full of wonder, James gave the slightest nod. Victoria smiled. "Let's get some sleep." _________________________________________ It took some time for James to fall asleep. The electric tingle of his inexplicably smooth skin kept him awake longer than usual, and the confusion and excitement of the day taking its time to recede from his mind. The cool fabric of the sheets glided over his legs and torso and felt amazing. Eventually, he managed to calm down and lie still. Finally, he drifted off into a deep sleep, the taste of his cum still on the tip of his tongue. Beside him, Victoria silently touched herself, impatiently waiting for James to fall asleep. When she finally clocked the steady rhythm of his breathing, she carefully, silently slid off the side of the bed, rising and creeping into the hallway. A moment later she returned, briefcase in hand. Placing it again on the table, she lifted the lid. She smiled as she peered into the green glow. She reached in and selected the vial with the roman numeral two. ************************************************** Second Vial ************************************************** 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. ************************************************** Interlude - First Date ************************************************** "Excuse me. Can I buy you a drink?" Victoria looked up from her seat at the bar to see a handsome young face wearing a genuine - if not slightly nervous - smile. She glanced down at her notes, reaching for her train of thought and realizing it had hopelessly derailed. She looked back up, the man standing in front of her shifting slightly. He appeared to be trying to figure out what to do with his hands. It was kind of cute. Victoria closed her notebook and slid it off the table, into her bag. "Sure, why not?" The man closed his eyes and visibly celebrated in his head, then quickly sat down at the adjacent stool. Taking a breath, his broad smile returned. He offered his hand. "I'm James." Victoria placed her fingers into his palm and smiled back. "Victoria." James beamed. "Nice to meet you Victoria, what do you like to drink?" A few drinks later, James and Victoria migrated to a booth and split an order of nachos. _________________________________________ "Wait," James asked, surprised, "you're not a student here?" Victoria's brow raised, coyly. "I graduated a couple years ago. Now I'm a full-time researcher for the University," she replied. James squinted and before he could stop himself, blurted out, "How old are you?" Immediately realizing what he had just asked, he attempted to backtrack. "Uh, I mean, if you don't mind me asking." "Older than you, apparently," Victoria teased as she took another nacho. James blushed and grabbed another bite for himself. There was a brief pause as they chewed, considering. "Is that a problem?" Victoria asked. James stumbled to answer quickly, "No! Not at all." In the dim light of the bar, Victoria thought perhaps his blush deepened. "You just look really young, is all. I wasn't expecting it. I've never, uh... I've never dated an older woman before." Victoria almost couldn't hold back a giggle. "Older woman?" James blanched, then noticed Victoria's carefully neutral face. "Alright, I get it. You like to tease." "I do," Victoria replied. "And you're so cute when I do." Another blush. "Thanks. I think." Another nacho. "So, what do you research?" James asked. Victoria paused, considering. "I work with some pioneers in anti-aging medicine." James grinned. "What, like wrinkle creams and stuff?" Victoria gave James a sidelong glance. "Like nanotechnology. Like stem cells, cell reproduction, neurological development and behavior modification." She leaned a little closer. "Like honest-to-God fountain of youth-type stuff." James blinked and sat back. "Wow! That's insane! You're like, going to invent Captain America! You might be the smartest person I ever met." This time it was Victoria's turn to blush. "It can get pretty intense. I work long hours sometimes, and it's really nice to get a break." James thought about that for a moment and grinned. "After all that work, I bet you party pretty hard, huh?" Victoria eyed him, her smile slowly creeping higher. "Tell you what, college boy," she said. "Why don't I pay the bill tonight, and then we can go back to my place and I'll show you." _________________________________________ "This place is huge!" James laughed, excitedly. Victoria walked James around her expansive apartment. She showed him her various electronics, the tall ceilings, the modern decorations, and James gushed earnestly over everything. Victoria was prepared to be self-conscious - prepared to feel bashful and guilty over her luxuries and success - but James never expressed a hint of jealousy or discomfort. He appeared honestly blown away by everything she showed him. Victoria excused herself for a moment, while James fiddled with the controls to Victoria's sound system. He studied the remote and scrolled through a list of albums. He finally settled on a track and pressed play, filling the spacious living room with rich, smooth tones and steady beats. Victoria smiled as she returned with a small metal lunch box tucked in her arm. James had picked one of her favorite songs. She set the metal lunchbox on the coffee table and invited him to sit next to her. "I believe you said something about partying," she began and flipped open the lid. Inside, James immediately recognized a small, resealable bag of weed and some papers. She also had a couple small bottles of unlabeled pills. "Wow," James grunted. "Brilliant, sexy, rich, and down to party!" Victoria said nothing, but smiled inwardly as she let the compliment hang in the air, and James shifted uncomfortably. She opened one of the pill bottles, shook out two, and handed him one. "Take this." James eyed the pill, cautiously. "What is it?" "It's a research drug. It's safe," Victoria promised. "Some of the drugs we study don't work out for our purposes, but it turns out sometimes they have some crazy recreational uses. I've been known to bring them home, from time to time." "This one," she held up her pill as if to demonstrate, "is basically like Super Ecstasy." She tilted her head back, exposing her slender neck, parted her lips and tossed the pill back. Her throat bobbed lightly as she swallowed it. James examined his pill, barely hiding his excitement. "I'm flattered you're willing to share this with me," he confessed. "We kinda just met." He looked up at Victoria, who simply watched him, expectantly, her eyes raised questioningly. James swallowed his pill as well and decided Victoria was his new favorite woman on the planet. He nodded at the bag of weed. "Does it mix well with that?" _________________________________________ Forty minutes later, a light haze drifted through the living room, accompanied by giggles and the steady background throb of music from the stereo. They were both feeling the combined effects of the smoke and Victoria's special pill. Victoria snuggled up to James on the plush couch, her lips locked against his and her hand caressing the back of his head. She hummed, happily. James had one arm wrapped behind her, the other resting on her exposed thigh. Victoria had abandoned her office attire - it sat on the floor next to the couch - and sat on the couch wearing only bra and panties, her legs curled up next to her. James was missing his shirt. They both saw where the evening was headed, but there was no urgency. The slow pace and the pleasant buzz felt just right paired together. They paused for air. Victoria's cheeks were flushed crimson. James sat back, his eyes half-lidded and happy. "Pretty good, right?" Victoria asked, already knowing the answer. "Yeahhhh..." James agreed, sinking into the warm feeling. Victoria played her fingers through James' short chest hairs. His fingers in turn tickled the small of her back, petting up and down. Victoria looked up at James and asked, "How old do you think I am?" James's answer was immediate. "Thirty-four," he said. He closed his mouth and looked confused at the automatic response. "Why did I just say that?" Victoria's answer was also immediate and automatic. "It's the pills," she replied. She smiled. "Thirty-four, huh? That's pretty close, actually. Not a bad guess. I'm actually thirty-two." "What do you mean, it's the pills?" James asked. "I said it's sort of like super ecstasy, but it's more than that. It tears down inhibitions, more deeply than drugs or alcohol; it's a truth serum. Ask a question, and you'll get an immediate and completely honest response." "What size bra do you wear?" James asked quickly. "34D," she replied, grinning. "How many women have you slept with?" "Three. How many men have you slept with?" "Seven. What was the first thing you noticed about me?" "Those 34Ds," replied James, instantly. He stopped talking, not sure how intimate he wanted these questions to be. Victoria noticed his hesitation and moved to reassure him. "No judgements tonight," she promised. "I knew what these pills were when I pulled them out." "Do you like me?" James asked, tentatively. "Obviously!" Victoria giggled and slapped his arm lightly, remembering the events of the last hour. "Did you really need to ask me that?" James blushed. Victoria watched James, allowing him time to process their impromptu game of 'Truth or More Truth.' She picked up the joint and took a hit, then passed it to James. As he drew in a breath, Victoria brought out the big guns. "What's your most embarrassing kink?" James exhaled a thick cloud of smoke in a rush and responded without thinking. "I fantasize about being a girl," he said, his eyes grew large and he looked down at the ground. Victoria could see the immediate, deep discomfort on his face at having shared that. She worried she might have gone too far but pressed on before he could ask something else. "Tell me," she asked quietly. "What kind of girl?" James looked at her, his eyes expressing worry, but his reply coming automatically anyway. "A small girl," he said. "Someone the opposite of me, small, curvy and sexy. A submissive girl who's horny all the time. One with heavy breasts and a thin waist and jiggling thighs." James snapped his mouth shut, having said entirely too much for his comfort. They sat, the background music filling the empty space their silence left. Victoria reveled in the intimacy of James's vulnerability. She decided to tease him a little. "A little misogynistic, don't you think?" "Yeah, I guess," James replied softly. "You didn't ask for least embarrassing." Victoria leaned in and whispered huskily in his ear, "That's okay, that's actually really sexy." The mixed confusion and alleviation on his face was palpable. He lifted his gaze to meet hers and recognized obvious signs of arousal on Victoria's face and body. Her thighs rubbed against each other as she bit her bottom lip. She squirmed slowly on the couch. "Have you," James started and cleared his throat. "Have you been with girls before?" "Yes," she answered, inwardly hoping he'd ask her more. "How many?" "Two," she replied. "But it was really good, both times. I'd probably do it again." James's erection was showing through his pants as he played this game with Victoria. His eyes slid down to her exposed chest, squeezed into that tight bra, and visibly heaving with each breath she took. She was flushed all down her neck and chest. "What's your most embarrassing kink?" he finally asked. Victoria smiled wickedly, and James was convinced she wasn't actually embarrassed at all. "I like to be dominant," she said. "All day, I work with cocky scientists and arrogant doctors. I'm a researcher, but I'm also one of the only females. I'm always the one taking notes and performing experiments for them, and I just love to switch it up and take the dominant role in the bedroom." Victoria met James's eyes. "I guess you could say I like to be the guy." "Do you want to be a man?" James asked, honestly curious. "No," Victoria responded. "Are you kidding me? Look at this," she gestured at her lithe, half-naked curves. "Being a girl is the best." She leaned in and nibbled James's ear, sending a shiver through him. "But apparently I don't have to tell you that." James cheeks reddened. He looked down again and whispered, "Dominant, huh? I think I'm down with that." Victoria uncurled her legs and stood up, taking James's hand. "You think girls' orgasms sound pretty good? What do you say I show you another nice effect of these pills?" she asked. James stood as Victoria turned, guiding him by the hand into the bedroom. _________________________________________ One year later, in the quiet darkness of their sleeping apartment, Victoria thought back on her first night with James. The memory of their game, their honest confessions, and their little shared kinks warming her abdomen with lust and affection. She placed the now-empty vial - marked with a roman numeral three - back into the briefcase, and looked forward to the next morning. ************************************************** Third Vial ************************************************** Saturday. James woke up thinking about sex. He drifted gradually awake, with images from his dream passing through at the edges of his memory. He couldn't remember precisely what the dreams were about, but small details remained with him. They panned across his awareness like a slideshow before they faded, closeup images accentuating the smooth curves of some mystery woman. The sloping bulge of a breast as it was pushed up by a tight corset; the downward slope of a feminine lower back, just before it expanded into overlapping round lines of hips and buttocks; slender shoulders and neck, sweeping up and disappearing behind a delicate ear with locks of hair falling around it; lips parted, on a small mouth. James lay in the bed on his side, his knees pulled up and his elbows tucked in close, under the sheets. He felt the familiar excitement of morning wood trapped between his legs, felt the pressure inside his pelvis as well as throughout its length. He squeezed his thighs together and instinctively rocked his hips, feeling them rub and pull against the skin of his hardness. It felt almost painfully hard this morning; like he hadn't used it in months, when in fact he'd been having nonstop sex the last few days. It felt good. He slowed down, making longer motions with each thrust and squeezing his thighs harder on it, reveling in the pressure and the smooth feeling of his hairless skin. He squeezed his cock with his legs and gave it a drawn-out thrust, pulling the tight skin almost painfully. Wonderfully. It was like a long overdue stretch. James groaned out loud and his eyes flew open in confusion when his mind registered the timbre of his own voice. The voice he heard was husky from sleep and arousal, but it didn't resonate like a man's voice. It was higher. It had breath behind it, and sounded almost sexy. It didn't sound like him. James tossed the covers to the side and sat up, realizing immediately that something was off. He opened his hands, palms up, and looked down at himself with apprehension. He was greeted by new shapes. His skin was luscious and smooth. There was no hardness left in his muscles. Last night, his chest was flat, if not a little puffy. Today, the flesh shaped outward, and pointed forward. Fear in his eyes, James brought his hands up to the small, soft mounds resting where his sculpted chest used to be. His fingers pressed against them, testing them. They flexed easily, and bounced back to their original shape with a jiggle. The nipples perched on the tips pointed slightly outward. "Holy shit," he breathed. James stood to run to the bathroom, but slowed down after a few steps. Though small, the points of weight in front of him shook with each motion he made. It unnerved him enough to slow him down. He walked briskly instead. Arriving in front of the mirror, James didn't recognize the thing that looked back. It was androgynous and undeveloped in some places, undeniably feminine in most others. Pubescent breasts jutted forward. His waist was narrow - with a shudder, James realized he would probably seem small wrapped in someone's arms. His body wasn't chubby, but he definitely wasn't toned, either. His light-brown hair seemed to be slightly lighter, close to the roots, and locks were falling well below his ears, almost to his shoulders. A few loose strands hung down in front of his face. His face. He could still see himself in it, but barely. It looked so different. It was youthful. The lines of his cheeks and jaw were gone, replaced by delicate contours. His lips were a bow. His entire bone structure was different. James was pretty sure that wasn't possible. "Finally noticed, did we?" Victoria blocked the bathroom entrance. She was draped in a long, white bathrobe, with the sash tied in front. James shifted. She didn't appear to be freaking out at all. She seemed downright mischievous. "Victoria," James started, and cleared his throat. God, that voice wasn't his! It came out small and almost musical. "Vicci," he tried again, softly, "what's happening to me?" Victoria walked towards James, letting her hips carry her through each step. As she drew closer, James realized with horror that he was looking up at her. She was taller than he was. She didn't use to be taller than he was. She used to be many inches shorter than him, and now he was looking up at her, and she was looking with satisfaction down at him. He was sure it wasn't her that changed. No, the whole world had grown slightly larger around him, overnight. Victoria placed her hands on James's shoulders and looked, down, into his eyes. "You're undergoing some changes," she said simply. "What have you done?" James asked, his eyes wide like a scared deer. Victoria almost melted. "I brought home a new toy," she said. "Something to make our wildest fantasies a reality. Something to make you my sexy little plaything." "Your... sexy..." James tried to process what she was saying. In the periphery, he was aware of the pull of gravity on his small breasts, the thinness of his arms. He looked up at her, helpless. "You're turning me into a girl?" "I am," she confirmed. James pulled away and paced. "No," he muttered, "no, I need to stop this. I need to get to the doctor, get everything reversed." Victoria's eyebrows raised, teasingly. "Oh?" she asked. "You're going to the doctor? Are you going to show him how much you've changed? How small you've gotten?" A thrill rushed through James at the thought. His knees almost buckled under him at the suddenness of it. Where had that come from? He recognized the feeling as arousal, but it was warm and fluid. It tickled his stomach and tried to control him. Victoria looked down between his legs. "Are you going to show him how much your little dick has shrunk?" His dick. He hadn't thought about it yet. James cute lips hung open in shock. He reached down with both hands, grasping it for the first time that morning. What he found was barely an inch long. In his hips, in his pelvis, he felt like he had a massive hardon. He could feel the throbbing intensity of engorgement. But between his legs, there was barely anything left. It hung limply. A tight, smooth pouch for his testicles rested below it, but he couldn't find much in it. James whimpered, and despaired when the sound came out sexy. "It's alright, baby," Victoria slid behind him and wrapped her arms around him. Her voice soothed him. "This is what I want for us. You're going to love it, and I'm going to take care of everything." Victoria's hands crept down and touched his dick. James took deep, slow breaths. He couldn't keep up with this. "This drug," Victoria said, twiddling his cock like a toy, "it's going to change everything. The world, I mean. You can program it. Make it turn you into anything. Become your ideal self. It can make you perfect and beautiful. It could make you into a Greek god," she leaned in, cupping his near-empty sack, "or it can forever trap you as my little sextoy." Her breath tickled his ear as she continued. "It could be programmed to make you smarter, or..." she trailed off. An implication hung in the air. With dawning horror, James slowly started to notice something that had been tickling the back of his mind; a slight, persistent background hiss that couldn't be heard. It was pleasant and pink, and seemed to pull lightly at his thoughts, distracting him from time to time. Victoria saw that he knew and smiled. She lowered her lips to his neck and kissed. She kissed, and nibbled, and sucked. James moaned, involuntarily. He looked back over his shoulder at her, his eyes heavy. They kissed. James lifted his hand, cupping Victoria's face. She ran her hands up his body, starting below his hips, widening as they moved up, then tapering again. From behind, Victoria reached up and cupped James's small breasts, her fingers toying with his nipples. James sucked in air through his teeth, as new currents of energy jolted through him. His body responded all on its own, with a humping, sliding motion. Victoria dropped her hands and pushed James forward, back towards the bedroom. The background hiss urged him forward, rewarding him with pleasant tingles. He walked to the bed, thinking about his tiny, hard penis, and wanting only to ram it deep into something and fuck it. James reached the bed and turned to face Victoria. She pulled at her sash, releasing her closed robe. It fell open, revealing a fuzzy, leather harness, strapped around her waist. From it jutted a thick, slightly-translucent, cloudy silicone penis. It had just the subtlest curve, and tapered slightly. It looked adorable on her. "Time to be my girlfriend," Victoria said as she gently - but firmly - pushed him down. "Kneel for me, Jesse." Jesse dropped to her knees, obediently. She took the dildo in her hand. It was soft and velvety. The cloudy color was playful. She let her fingers trace the fake veins, squeezed her fingertips on the cockhead. She relaxed her mouth, and the urge felt right. She leaned forward, her tongue reaching out as if it couldn't wait for her mouth to arrive. She felt the cock enter her and closed her lips around it. She hummed as she felt the texture with her lips and tongue, and her girlfriend purred above her. "Good girl," Victoria said, running a hand through Jesse's hair and gently grabbing a handful. Jesse's head bobbed up and down on Victoria's lap. The soft, silicone texture pulled at her lips every time her head bobbed up, puckering them out. A trail of saliva coated the fake cock. Victoria encouraged Jesse. Behind the harness, her vulva lips were thick and engorged. She was dripping slightly down one leg. Victoria could feel the hard nub of a stainless-steel bullet vibe, pressed between the lips, waiting to be activated. She cupped Jesse's face and pulled her off the stiff dildo. "Turn around," she offered. Jesse turned. Without being asked, she bent over the bed. Jesse's tiny tits hung down, her smooth, round ass pushed up. It couldn't seem to hold still, it kept waving, inviting. Jesse waited, not moving or speaking, as Victoria retrieved some lube. She yipped involuntarily as Victoria's fingers massaged her rear, and she blushed with embarrassment. The embarrassment made her legs weak and her stomach bloomed with heat. She moaned, and it sounded like a girl in heat. Victoria pointed the dildo forward, the tip pressed against Jesse's unblemished anus. The smooth muscle relaxed, and Victoria slid her hips forward with confidence. "Oohh!" The long moan came from them both. Victoria's hips rolled back and forward, fucking her boyfriend. Her girlfriend, now. Jesse squirmed and moaned below her with abandon. Just like her lips earlier, the slick texture pulled at her anus. It seemed to want to suck the dildo in deeper. Each thrust of the dildo brushed against something inside her; each bump pushed clear liquid out of Jesse's little cock. It jutted out below her, tiny and tapered, with a string of slime connecting her to the bed. Jesse stopped trying to stand and let her cock grind against the bed under them. Victoria pressed a button on her harness, and multiple vibrators buzzed to life. Jesse could feel the cock vibrating angrily inside her. She cried out and grabbed the sheets. Her body made distinctly feminine sounds of passion. Victoria thrust harder, pressing her clit hard against her own bullet vibe, each time she bottomed out. She felt an orgasm coming, and thrust harder as she got closer. Jesse's cries were coming closer together. She yipped as she felt a crest approaching. "Harder," she begged. Victoria obliged, grinning. Jesse felt the orgasm crash into her, and she filled the room with her cries of bliss. "Fuck me!" she screamed, "I'm coming! I'm coming! Oh God keep fucking me!" Victoria groaned with her own climax, her hips thrusting with hard jerks instead of any controlled rhythm. She pinned Jesse down and ground her hips, the dildo sliding around in Jesse's ass. Jesse's perfect, round ass. The cheeks were plump, a clear heart-shaped line dividing them from her thighs, which were clenched tight. She held Jesse there. The room was still, the sound of breathing and a post-coital glow filling the space. "Jesse," Victoria relished saying the name, as she whispered it in her ear. "Sweet girl. You're not done changing yet." _________________________________________ James stood in front of the kitchen sink, filling a glass of water. Jesse, the name echoed. Is that my name, now? A pleasant tingle shuddered through the back her mind, prompting her thighs to clench. It seemed to confirm that yes, her body would certainly respond to Jesse. She set the glass aside and propped her hands on the edge of the counter, leaning and staring into nothing. She lifted onto the balls of her feet, feeling her calves flex. Jesse, she thought again. Or Jess? I wonder if it's short for anything. Jessica? Jesse wore only a long white t-shirt, which she'd grabbed from the closet when leaving the bedroom. She absolutely swam in it. It hung just below her hips, exposing the tops of her smooth legs, down to her bare feet. The shirt looked like it belonged to a giant. Her collarbone was visible above the neckline. The tips of her breasts pushed the front of the shirt forward, and Jesse could feel the cool air tickling her sensitive stomach in the empty space it created below the tent. This is happening too fast. No, Jesse shook her head. Her hair fell loosely in front of her eyes. What am I talking about, she admonished herself. Too fast? This shouldn't be happening at all! What was happening to her? With each new change, her reactions felt wrong. She was alternatingly shocked and confused and terrified and aroused, but were those right? She had the nagging feeling she should be reacting differently. Reacting more. Shouldn't she be doing something? She felt helpless and passive; some part of her whispered to her; if she waited long enough, maybe the changes will eventually just undo themselves. The weight of her breasts pulled subtly at her front and shoulders. They seemed surprisingly heavy for their small size. Her nipples looked thick, poking against the loose material of the shirt. They distracted her, shifting her weight by miniscule degrees whenever her shoulders moved. Victoria's silent arrival made Jesse jump. She embraced Jesse from behind. A pair of hands snaked upward, cupping the firm tits and giving them a squeeze. Her flesh was pliant and warm. "You look pretty hot," the lips spoke into Jesse's ear. Jesse could feel Victoria's presence behind and above her, reminding her of the new size difference. Victoria's fingertips swirled around each nipple in a circle, once, twice, sending shivers through Jesse's spine and causing her head to roll back. Victoria released Jesse and stepped back, shouldering her purse and moving to the front door. Jesse noticed Victoria was fully clothed, sporting jeans and a blouse with casual heels. "I need to pick up a few things," she answered before Jesse could voice the question. "I'll be back in a few hours." She turned back to look at Jesse, standing bewildered with a million questions. "Why don't you explore that body a bit," she suggested. "Enjoy it while you can, it might not stay that way much longer." She stepped through the door, keys in hand, and closed it behind her. 'Might not stay that way much longer?' What did that mean? Would she be changing back, soon? Jesse relaxed a little. Of course; if Victoria had some kind of drug that could do all this, it stood to reason that she had drugs to change back, as well. Hadn't Victoria mentioned something about how the drug could be programmed? Perhaps she was planning to change her back tonight? Jesse's tension eased. There was a way back. Victoria was an expert tease, and always had been since they first met. Her taunts and promises of being 'forever trapped' were part of a twisted roleplay or sexy mind game. Probably. Jesse set aside her concerns for the moment. Victoria had already surprised her multiple times before, with some of the weird stuff she'd been able to smuggle home from work. Jesse was always nervous the first time they tried something new, but they'd always had a good time. Why should this be any different? She was being needlessly paranoid. Victoria was right; this was a golden opportunity. She was all alone right now. Somehow, impossibly, she had a pair of her own tits, and an admittedly attractive little figure. Hadn't she fantasized about what it was like to be a girl? For as long as she could remember? This entire, unbelievable situation was almost verbatim what she'd described to Victoria, a year ago. This was a once in a lifetime experience. The butterflies returned. She inhabited a lithe, soft little body, with perky tits and sensitive skin. She still had her dick, and even if it didn't seem to be working quite right at the moment, it still felt pretty good to touch it. She was working herself up. What had she been doing before this, again? Jesse needed to find something to do. She needed something to help her relax. _________________________________________ Sometime later, Jesse blew the last of the smoke out the bathroom window. She tossed the remnants of her joint into the toilet, flushed, and walked back to the living room. She spread out and plopped onto the couch tiredly. Her t-shirt pooled around her and her breasts jiggled and spread slightly when she came to rest. The pleasant, pink fog crept in at the edges of her thoughts. It seemed to be a little more persistent, lately. On the end table, Jesse's laptop sat open, yesterday's job hunt abandoned. Jesse pulled it closer and opened a new tab, closing all the others. She wandered through a few X-rated websites, not sure what she was looking for. She paused on a camgirl show. It looked like it was recorded previously; she could see controls to rewind and fast-forward. The girl on the screen was young - petite like Jesse, but without the surprise anatomy down below. On the screen, the girl - a blonde with medium-length hair - looked off-camera and laughed silently, presumably reading something on her own computer screen. She nodded and sat back, exposing a pair of small, bare breasts. The camgirl's nipples stuck straight forward, stiff, atop wide areolas that pushed forward eagerly. Jesse reached up and cupped her own breasts, testing their firmness. She kind of liked the way they molded to her grip and shook when they returned to their original shape. She felt her own nipples harden, responding to a new kind of arousal. It felt like thick, viscous, liquid happiness that pumped through her veins and made her skin tingle. There was a tension behind her nipples that seemed to vibrate excitedly with each stimulus. Jesse grabbed the hem of her shirt, pulling it overhead and tossing it to the side. She looked down at her chest. Her breasts didn't look silly or out of place at all on this body. The curves swept down from her armpits, curving out and pointing forward. Her hands played with them, her thumb and fingers feeling the deep tissue beneath. She kneaded them and pulled on them. Her breasts seemed to hide wires of pleasure, which connected to her stomach and extended between her hips. The nub between her legs ached, standing at full attention, an embarrassing inch at most. Jesse's fingers played with her nipples, noting their firm texture and sensitivity. Rather than easily pressing flat, she could feel them folding and rolling when she played with them. Feminine moans echoed through the living room, with occasional short gasps. Hadn't that camgirl video been silent? Jesse realized it was her own voice and flushed with embarrassment. She didn't care anymore, she was enveloped in the soft background static nibbling at her thoughts. With one hand squeezing her breast, her other hand slid down, palm flat against her skin, past her smooth stomach, her hips rolling as her fingers spread and descended. She splayed her fingers into a V on either side of her erect penis. She rubbed her palm against it. It felt intense, almost too sensitive. She yipped, and approached it a little more gently. Her tiny prick stood upright, defiant. She began rubbing the back of it with her fingertips, making swirling motions. It rolled around in circles, fighting to point upright again. As Jesse played with her breast and cock with both hands, she picked her feet up, knees out, and rested them on the edge of the couch. She felt slutty, her legs spread and her girlish moans filling the otherwise silent room. The slutty feeling fueled her arousal, which in turn pushed her to work harder, which made her feel sluttier, feeding back into her arousal in turn. Deep pulses of rising excitement throbbed behind her breast, then in her toes, then up her legs and in her cockhead. Another wave crested behind it, longer and stronger than the last. Then another. Jesse cried out loudly, her legs tensing and her body spasming. A tiny dribble of clear liquid coated her fingers. As Jesse tried to catch her breath and find her bearings, her fingers rose unconsciously to her lips, and she sucked idly on them. Jesse heard the rattle of keys behind the front door, and the click of a lock opening. Victoria opened the door and stepped in, carrying an assortment of unmarked bags. She stopped when she saw Jesse on the couch, saw her flushed chest and neck, and the deep crimson blush on her cheeks. The camgirl show was still playing out on the screen. Victoria's eyes glittered. "I see you took my advice," she commented. "How do you feel?" Something about her expression made Jesse think the question was about more than just the orgasm. Jesse tried to think. How did she feel? Did she feel different than usual? She took stock. She felt warm, and melty, and soft. Her legs rubbed back and forth against each other. Her breasts still ached, and she felt like she could masturbate again. "I'm still horny," Jesse realized out loud. "I can't get it to go away." "Anything else?" Maybe there was, but she wasn't sure what. Mostly, she wanted to know what Victoria had planned for her. She looked at Victoria. Victoria knew what was going on. Victoria would know what to do next. Victoria was in charge and Jesse was safe in her hands. "Take these to the bedroom for me." Victoria nodded to the bags. "Wait for me there." Automatically Jesse hopped to her feet with glee at the task, her elbows down and her hands in fists. Her breasts shook pleasantly as she ran to the bags and picked them up, carrying them to the bedroom. Her naked ass jiggled as she moved. Jesse set the bags down next to the bed and turned to face the door, waiting for Victoria to enter. A moment later she did. In one hand, she carried a stainless-steel briefcase. "Seeing as how you're already naked, I suppose we should get right into it," Victoria stated, setting the briefcase on a side table. She placed her hands on her hips and faced Jesse. Her tone was firm but amused, "Climb onto the bed and lay on your back." Jesse smiled and crawled onto the bed on her hands and knees, moving to the middle. She swept her legs out, laying onto her back with her hands and feet outstretched to the corners. Her hair bunched under her head and she flipped it out, letting it fan around her like a halo. Victoria ruffled through the bags she'd brought home; Jesse could hear the sound of packaging being ripped open. Victoria finally pulled out a set of sturdy-looking leather cuffs. The outside was black and studded with buckle holes. The inside was padded and lined with dark fur. Jesse's grin faltered, and uncertainty washed into her expression. Her body tensed and for a moment, Victoria thought Jesse might bolt, like a scared rabbit. "Ah ah," Victoria soothed, "stay right there." She met Jesse's gaze and held it. She moved slowly, approaching the foot of the bed without breaking eye contact. Under Victoria's gaze, Jesse didn't move. Victoria reached down and caressed Jesse's smooth leg. Staring into those nervous eyes, she wrapped the cuff around Jesse's exposed ankle, securing the buckle snugly. Moving steadily, Victoria rounded the bed and repeated with the other ankle, then moved up the sides and cuffed both of Jesse's wrists. Returning to the bags, Victoria pulled out a bundle of tightly-knit nylon ropes. She looked back at Jesse, who made no move. Stepping quickly around the bed again, Victoria looped the nylon ropes through the metal ring of each cuff, extending the rope to the corner of the bed and pulling it tight around hooks that Jesse hadn't noticed before. She secured each end with a knot; they looked complex and practiced. Jesse lay spread eagle on the bed, her entire body naked and exposed. Seeing her fully stretched out on the large mattress, Victoria could finally appreciate how small Jesse had become. She looked completely helpless and vulnerable. Victoria marveled at how healthy Jesse's breasts had developed. They were a full A, or perhaps a small B. They were firm and pushed upward, and they heaved with each of Jesse's excited breaths. The smooth skin glistened with perspiration, making her look shiny in the dim light. Jesse's face was completely feminized. Her cheeks were rosy with embarrassment and maybe something more. Victoria could see just a hint of freckles under Jesse's sparkling blue eyes. "You're beautiful," Victoria breathed. Jesse's blush deepened and spread across her entire naked body. "This is going to be perfect." Victoria opened the briefcase, and Jesse's eyes widened at the strange green glow which washed out from it. Jesse couldn't see Victoria's hands working behind the lid, but when she closed it, one hand held a glowing syringe with a concerning needle at the tip. "It's time for us to say goodbye to our mutual friend," Victoria said quietly. Jesse's arms jerked against the bonds. They didn't budge. Victoria's knots were tight, and the cuffs - although they were comfortable - they held her wrists and ankles snugly. Jesse wasn't going anywhere. Victoria savored the control she had over Jesse. She approached Jesse's side and Jesse immediately flinched away from the needle. When Victoria didn't move, Jesse's body relaxed slightly, the nervousness still visible. Victoria reached cautiously with her free hand and gently fondled Jesse's breast. Jesse could feel the flesh atop her chest being moved around, it felt strange but nice. Victoria's fingers pinched Jesse's nipples and she tried to yelp; it came out sounding disturbingly like a sexy moan. "That's it," Victoria cooed. "I know this feels good. I know you must have been thinking about sex all morning and all day. Have you been having a difficult time thinking about anything else?" Jesse continued to moan as she was fondled and pinched, she could barely nod. "I know you have," Victoria encouraged. "That's all part of the process. You're going to become my stay-at-home sexpot." Jesse moaned in protest. "I'm going to make you my submissive trophy wife. You'll follow my commands and satisfy my needs, and I'll award you with the most amazing orgasms you've ever experienced. I'm going to mold your body and mind into everything you've ever fantasized about. Does that sound pleasing to you?" Jesse could barely process everything Victoria said through the pink fog nibbling at her thoughts. Somewhere in her mind, James screamed, "No!" But Jesse couldn't help herself. She moaned in response, "Yeeeesss." "Yes," Victoria repeated. She thought for a moment as she fondled her girlfriend's breast. She hummed thoughtfully. "Call me," Victoria paused, "call me... mistress." "Mistress!" Jesse cried out as a wave of euphoria crested. It started at her shoulders and washed down to her toes. Her hips bucked as it passed through her, and her tiny penis spurted a single, thin rope of fluid onto her thigh. As Jesse came, Victoria jabbed the needle into the thick part of Jesse's outer thigh and pressed the plunger. ************************************************** Fourth Vial ************************************************** Jesse came to slowly, confused by the nearby sounds of someone whimpering. The voice sounded familiar. Somewhere far away, she could barely make out rhythmic, wet sounds and someone's pleased purring. At the edges of her senses, she could feel a methodical pressure, pushing repeatedly up into her abdomen. She was on fire with lust and could feel her hips pumping in response, trying to push harder against whatever kept pressing persistently at a spot below the base of her cock. Jesse's eyes blinked open and she gasped. The whimpering voice rang out prettily. So that was her voice, then. She looked down to see Victoria's pleased expression smirking up at her. The view was partially obstructed by a pair of swollen, heavy breasts. They were her breasts, but they were bigger than she remembered. She could feel their weight tugging her left and right with every shift of her body. They moved and shifted with gravity. Jesse's eyes traced down Victoria's arm. It disappeared between Jesse's thighs, and Victoria worked it smoothly back and forth in tiny, short movements. Jesse realized her hips were humping against Victoria's hand. With each flex of Victoria's wrist, Jesse felt a sliding, massaging motion within her. It pressed up and seemed to enter her without resistance. The opposite, in fact; it felt like her body was welcoming it and opening for it all on its own. "Feels good, doesn't it?" Victoria asked. Jesse groaned affirmative. She wanted to grab her tits and squeeze, but dismayed to discover her wrists were still tied down. "I couldn't resist playing with it," Victoria admitted. "You should have seen it. You were resting peacefully when the changes started." She slid her fingers in and out. Jesse could hear the occasional faint, sucking sound as the fingers teased and fucked her. She wondered how many fingers were working into her. She felt a glorious stretching sensation with each thrust. "It's just unreal," Victoria said. "When it started, the loose skin around your testes shriveled up tight against you. I think I could even see what was left of your testicles being pulled up." Her thumb worked in circles on a sensitive firm point, just where the base of Jesse's cock used to be. It felt so strange to be touched there; Jesse could still feel the phantom of her penis and testicles; she could feel new nerves crackling with sensation, but they overlapped with the ghost of her old equipment. "It was completely smooth. Then the crease between your legs darkened and crept up higher, the skin pulled tight against your body. Right in the middle of it all, a tiny dimple pushed in." Victoria was getting visibly more excited as she told the story. "Your tiny cock kept shrinking and shrinking. It deflated until it looked like nothing but loose skin, and then got smaller and smaller still. It shrunk, and the extra skin just bunched and pulled tight around it until it looked like a pretty little hooded nub." Victoria's cheeks were flushed. Her free hand snaked between her legs and her other shoulder worked in circles. She bit her lip. "Your pussy," she seemed to relish saying it, "it looked so lovely as it bloomed out and puffed with excitement," she explained. "The lips formed and swelled. When I saw the bead of moisture dripping out, I knew I couldn't hold back any longer. I had to feel it." Something was coming. Jesse cried, it felt so good. She could feel the cool, wet sensation of slickness on her sliding thighs. Between her cheeks, her asshole tickled with excess slippery cream. She understood where the slickness was coming from, but just couldn't wrap her mind around it. "You're all mine, now Jesse. Cum for me." Victoria's fingers pressed insistently upwards, massaging her internally and externally. "Cum on my fingers with your beautiful new pussy." An intense, dizzy sensation of bliss crashed into her and Jesse clenched her teeth and legs, moaning through her orgasm, but held firmly in place by her restraints. She squirmed and squeezed her thighs. The waves crashed over her repeatedly, and every time she managed to suck in air, it came back out in a moan of pleasure. It kept coming in waves. The blissful feeling lingered with her longer than any orgasm she'd had in her life, but already she could feel it beginning to fade. If only she could touch herself, rub her nipples and her tiny nub some more, maybe she could make it last longer. She needed another one. The buzzing in her thoughts drew slightly closer, became imperceptibly more persistent. She barely noticed it anymore as it relentlessly whispered happy promises. She could stay here forever. While Jesse purred and writhed, Victoria watched, amazed. Her big, strong boyfriend was a complete slut. Jesse's moans subsided and became wistful. She lay still, panting. The feeling was gone, but the desire was still there. While she recovered, Victoria set to work undoing the restraints. With her wrists and ankles freed, Jesse rolled onto her side, curling up into a ball. Victoria slid in behind her. Her arms wrapped around Jesse and held her. "Good girl," she soothed. "You were amazing." She kissed the back of Jesse's neck. "Welcome to womanhood, pet." Jesse smiled at the praise, feeling a tingle of warmth. They spooned like that for a while. Jesse curled in a ball, and Victoria wrapped around her. Jesse could feel the night air on her womanhood, dangerously exposed behind her thighs. It was a completely new and arousing thought. She was vulnerable. Penetrable. Something about realizing her genitals were exposed to the rear - not being able to see or defend against a person taking you from behind - turned Jesse on. Something else gnawed at her mind. "Is this... permanent?" she asked timidly, breaking the silence. "I think that's for me to decide," came the answer. Jesse thrilled in fear and excitement, her skin prickling at the thought. Victoria smiled as she felt the shudder run through her submissive pet. "And I think I'm going to enjoy this version of you for a very, very long time." Jesse's heart skipped a beat. That was it, then. It seems she wasn't changing back any time soon. Instead of panic, Jesse felt comforted in Victoria's embrace. Victoria's hand squeezed one of Jesse's breasts, reassuringly. It molded in response to her firm touch. Jesse could tell it was bigger than before. A lot bigger. They were big enough to press together and overflow between her arms as she lay on her side. "What happens next?" Jesse finally asked. Victoria's mouth was dry with excitement. "I think maybe we'll lay here a few more minutes," she promised, "and then maybe we'll try some new clothes on you." Victoria's hand left Jesse's breast and trailed down her side. Her palm caressed the round cheek as it moved down. "Or perhaps," Victoria continued. "I could fuck your brains out again." Her fingers slid between Jesse's legs, curling forward and up and sliding home into Jesse's new, wet orifice. Jesse's head arched back a bit as she moaned in response. Victoria reveled in the feeling of easily plunging three fingers into Jesse's new anatomy. Jesse imagined herself as Victoria's seductive pet. She imagined cooking and cleaning while Victoria was out changing the world with her miracles of science. She imagined her thighs coated with dripping arousal as she went about her day. She imagined wearing sexy lingerie and waiting for her mistress to arrive back home. She imagined putting on a show for her girlfriend, slowly stripping each article of clothing off before she was bent over the back of the couch to be roughly taken. She fantasized about never having to worry about things like finances and politics. The pink fog could just wash her worries away... if she let it. She would be Victoria's perfect, submissive girlfriend. Maybe someday: her lovely little trophy wife. It didn't sound half bad. Jesse pushed the tempting thoughts away. She tried to sober herself and was relieved as the mental fog responded hesitantly to her will. She concentrated, and found she could think normally with a bit of focus. She rolled to face Victoria. She met her mistress's gaze. "What if I don't want this?" she asked. Victoria's eyebrows knitted, and she propped herself up on one elbow. Her lovely breasts shifted and pressed together. Her eyes held Jesse's. "Don't you?" she asked, slowly. She searched for the right words. "I want to be your mistress. I want you to be my sexy pet. You can be the woman I've seen all this time, under the surface. I can provide for you and we can be lovers and step into a new realm of possibility." Victoria paused, and Jesse said nothing. She continued. "Or, if you want, I can change you back," she said. "I could turn you back into James, restore your manhood. I could restore your muscles and size. If you insist on it, I will." Her eyes were wet and unsure. "If you ask, I'll put everything back the way it was," she hesitated, "but then we'll be done." Jesse felt like she'd been slapped. "Done?" "Us. Done," Victoria confirmed. "I've shown you who I am. And I've seen you. We shared something special with each other, a long time ago. We revealed ourselves. I've known ever since our first night together, this is what I wanted, for myself and for us. I've dreamed and fantasized and - God - you don't even know how often I've masturbated to this exact scenario. And I wouldn't be doing this, if I wasn't sure it's what you want too. Even if you need fucking truth serum to admit it." Victoria reached out and intertwined her fingers with Jesse's. "Be my pet. I will tease you and embarrass you and take you to the edge of your limits. I'll make you beg for more, and I'll make you cum until you beg me to stop. And you'll belong to me. You'll be my girl. But I'll give you this opportunity to back out." Jesse couldn't meet Victoria's gaze any longer. She looked away. "I won't make you decide right now," Victoria said. "I'll show you what our life can be like. I still have one more vial. It contains the last set of changes. It also makes everything permanent." Victoria held Jesse's gaze meaningfully. "I'll wait while you think about it, but I can't wait forever." "One week," Victoria's eyes sparkled as she spoke. "You can either take the last dose," she paused, "or I'll reprogram the serum to turn you back... and we'll say our goodbyes." _________________________________________ With their conversation concluded - at least for the time being - Jesse and Victoria were forced to admit the mood had sobered. The energy of their previous activities had dissipated, but the warm, quiet afterglow of passionate satisfaction remained. Jesse had some thinking to do, but for now the question remained: what to do for the next week? Despite the decision she had before her - and the rapidly-approaching deadline in which she had been given to decide - Jesse and Victoria agreed they should make the most of their shared time together. No matter what. After they managed to untangle themselves from the bedsheets - and each other - Jesse proposed they cap the evening off quietly, with a movie. Victoria seemed almost relieved to agree. Victoria excused herself and stepped into the bathroom to freshen up. She glanced back just before closing the door, leaving Jess alone for the first time with her naked, newly-transformed body. Jesse's eyes widened and slowly, her gaze drifted down from the closed bathroom door to her own chest. Round flesh poured out in front of her slender frame. She tilted her shoulders and watched the drop-shaped mounds swing with her movements. She brought her hands up and cupped them, tested their weight. They were noticeably heavier than before, heavier than she would have expected for their size. A mild tension in her neck and shoulders - she hadn't even noticed it until it changed - lessened as she lifted them. It was a pleasant feeling, a constant reminder of her new assets. She released her tits and felt a tiny but surprising tug on her pectorals, as they dropped. Her hands. They had already looked like a girl's hands before, but somehow, some quality about them had feminized even further. Jesse couldn't put her finger on it. They were graceful. Jesse stepped her feet apart, settling into a wide stance. She ran her hands down her stomach, feeling the padding of her soft abs as they slid. Her arms pressed her breasts together, squishing them as she reached down. She tilted her head forward, looking down between them. Her fingers spread out at the pad of her groin, feeling nothing but smooth skin where her pubic hair used to be... where her penis used to jut forward. Her fingers followed the contours of her empty groin and curled beneath her spread legs. She felt the thick tendons on each side, as they disappeared into her thighs. The fingers slid back, through the disconcerting empty space where her balls used to hang, and bumped against the jiggle of a round, thick pair of lips. A mirror. Jesse needed a mirror right now. She remembered, Victoria had a mirror hanging on the closet door. She hurried to the other side of the room and swung the closet door closed, revealing a full-length mirror hiding behind it. As the door swung closed on its arc, a young girl slid into view. Jesse was greeted by the stunning image of a petite blonde. A splash of freckles decorated her slightly-warm cheeks, just under her eyes. Her bright blue eyes were wide open. She looked vulnerable, standing alone with a timid expression. She held her hands nervously up to her face, afraid to touch the round features. She placed her hands on her skin, feeling the tip of her button nose and the full round lips on her mouth. Her waist and stomach were slender, but her body curved voluptuously. Her legs stretched invitingly to the floor, standing atop dainty feet. The girl in the mirror was tiny - Jesse noticed with some anxiety that the room seemed to tower over her more than before. How tall was she, now? She might still be over five feet. Maybe. Jesse looked between the legs of the girl in the mirror, and caught the barest glimpse of a gorgeous, pink pussy. The bathroom door opened, and Jesse spun around to face Victoria. She stood in the doorway, smirking. She wore one of her loose-fitting, silk nighties. It seemed to kiss her skin gently, as it flowed around her. "I'm not interrupting anything, am I?" Victoria smiled knowingly, and Jesse blushed. She prodded the transformed girl, "did you pick out a movie yet?" That's right. A movie on the couch. A realization struck Jesse as she observed Victoria's sleepwear. She looked back up at Victoria's face to see her smiling back. "Um." Jesse blushed. "I don't think any of my clothes are going to fit me, anymore." Victoria grinned devilishly and motioned for Jesse to wait a moment. She walked to the night stand and began rummaging through one of the bags. Jesse wondered nervously what else could be hiding in those bags. The last thing to come out of them had secured her tightly to the bed. Victoria triumphantly lifted something into the air above her. She spread her hands forward, for Jesse to see. In them, Victoria held a pair of simple, black, bikini panties. Jesse looked on, dumbfounded. The mere sight of the garment suddenly smacked Jesse square in the face with awareness. She was a woman. She had a pussy. She had breasts - impressive ones. Her hips and waist curved delicately and boasted an unmistakably feminine ratio. She possessed a sexy, round ass. She was inside of those features. She was part of them. They were her. It hadn't felt real. She'd experienced firsthand every detail up to this moment, but had somehow also felt detached from it. The understated simplicity of that skimpy strip of fabric sucked her instantly into the moment. Everything was real. This was all really happening. Of course she would be expected to wear women's clothing - what else would a woman wear? Jesse shuddered as the briefly-glimpsed girl from the mirror echoed in her mind. She realized with certainty; those panties, without a doubt, were going to look amazing on her. Everything would look amazing on her. She reached out and took them, struck speechless by the weight of symbolism they seemed to carry with them. Hesitantly, she bent over and lifted one leg, placing it through the leg hole. Her breasts hung down below her, swinging as she wobbled. The other foot went through and she bent her knees slightly, shimmying the smooth black fabric up her porcelain, shapely legs. She lifted the waistband, wriggling into the panties. She shuddered as she felt the cotton touch against the lips of her new vagina. She pulled it up to her waist and almost gasped as the thin strip in the rear was suddenly pulled in between her cheeks, settling into place. The entire garment was molded perfectly to her curves. It flowed with her and accentuated the roundness of her ass. It felt intimate. Victoria held up an unremarkable, black cotton bra. She held it open by the straps and offered it in front of her. Jesse stepped forward, tentatively slipping one arm through the shoulder strap, then the other. Victoria guided her to turn, and Jesse felt the back clasp as she faced away. Gentle hands wrapped around from behind. They lifted and reached into each cup, pulling any pinched flesh fully into the cup and letting it drop. The fingers brushed against her nipples as they retreated, teasingly. Jesse looked down. She was easily filling the bra. It pushed her breasts forward and up, proudly. Victoria had a difficult time keeping the hunger from her face. "How big?" Jesse asked. "C," came the response. C-cups. Holy hell. Jesse would have guessed even larger, seeing them pushed out in front of her narrow chest and shoulders. Satisfied, Victoria pulled out one more item: a pink, satin camisole. The reality of Jesse's situation resonated again in her stunned mind; her girlfriend was dressing her in lingerie, so they could cuddle on the couch. The garment slid over her and settled on her shoulders. The thin fabric flowed and shone with the slightest movement. It was all too much; the hip-hugging underwear; the large cups of her bra holding her heavy breasts; and now, the whisper-light touch of luxurious, satin fabric on her skin. Never, in Jesse's wildest dreams, had she ever come close to imagining the reality of being in a sexy female body. Her vision swam, and she blinked to clear it. Jesse faced Victoria, who looked hungrily at the transformed girl. Jesse looked shyly at the ground. "You pick the movie," she said. _________________________________________ Victoria picked a romantic comedy. They cuddled on the couch as it grew dark outside. Victoria sat in the corner, her legs tucked to the side. Jesse lay down, her head resting in Victoria's lap. Victoria's fingers slid idly through Jesse's long hair as they watched the glowing TV screen. The scalp massage soothed Jesse, made her feel comfortable and safe. The romance was bland, but the comedy coaxed a few laughs between them as they watched. The two girls simply reveled in each other's presence. As they cuddled, Jesse withdrew into her thoughts. The movie's dialogue faded into the background as she reflected the events of the last three days. Jesse's entire world had flipped on its head. With each new development, the changes seemed to snowball, coming faster and faster. And now, Jesse was expected to decide the course of both their lives in one week. It had been so natural, for Jesse to slip into her new name and role. It felt like days ago, and Jesse frowned when she realized it had been earlier that same day. Who was she, now? And what happened to James? Was James still alive? Was he still part of her? As the movie played, Jesse pictured herself in her mind's eye, tried to form the image of a boy or a girl, standing in an empty vastness. The figure remained stubbornly formless. She forced herself to relax and let go. When she allowed her mind to wander, her thoughts became cloudy. She giggled, and at the same time a character in the movie took a comedic tumble. Victoria didn't seem to notice. A pleasant, fuzzy feeling washed over her and through her mind. When she concentrated, Jesse could force the mental fog back; force her thoughts to clarify when she needed them to. That was reassuring, at least. But whenever she let her concentration slip, she could feel her natural intelligence dwindle into the background. It was a distinct change, like a freezing thermometer and the sound of a dropping slide whistle. What had Victoria said? The formula could make people smarter. Somehow, Jesse had a feeling her own mental needle was sliding in the opposite direction. Still... she couldn't deny, the idea turned her on. A sexy, submissive bimbo. How many times had Jesse masturbated to that fantasy, in her teens? Had she been the man in that fantasy, or the bimbo? Sometimes she couldn't tell. She fought the urge to put a finger between her lips, in thought. Who was James? Was his existence defined by his intelligence? Or was he a collection of desires and feelings and memories that still existed within Jesse? One week to decide. Take the last vial, and the life of a submissive, sexy pet? Or change back into a strong, attractive man - one with an established life and a long history - and close the door permanently on this chapter of his life? It wasn't fair. Jesse didn't want to have to make this decision. Jesse already knew what Victoria wanted. But she also understood; it was important that she make this decision on her own. Jesse needed another look at her body. "Hey," she mumbled. Victoria looked down at her. The swirl of pink bliss filled her thoughts pleasantly at the sight of her mistress, and she fumbled for an excuse. "I'm going to run to the restroom." Victoria smiled. "Want me to pause the movie?" "No," Jesse said. "I'll be right back." Jesse peeled herself from the couch and walked back to their bedroom. Victoria turned her attention back to the movie. _________________________________________ Alone again. Jesse looked around the bedroom. The bed was unmade, the bedsheets shoved to one side after their previous adventure. The paper bags sat unguarded on the night stand, and Jesse fought the urge to dig through them. Victoria's briefcase also remained where she left it, lid open. In the darkening room, Jesse could see the mysterious green glow emanating from it, for the first time. She approached the briefcase. Inside, a foam mold snugly held five empty vials. A single remaining syringe rested across them; it was filled with the last of the glowing green formula. Jesse picked it up, examining it, turning it over in her hands. The contents of the last vial. What made it glow, like that? Jesse gulped, and she set the syringe down on the table. She turned to face the closet mirror. There she was. That defenseless, sultry little submissive girl. Her glimpse had been so fleeting earlier, it was like seeing herself for the first time again. Jesse had to admit, she looked irresistible in her pink top and black panties. Her breasts were shoved together, and magnetic lines of cleavage drew the eyes to through the scooping neck of her negligee. She could see just the edges of her black bra, peeking out from behind lace trim. Jesse realized she was breathing heavily. Warmth throbbed between her legs. She squeezed her thighs, looking for the familiar, satisfying pressure of squeezing her dick. She felt nothing. The tense need resided somewhere deeper, now; somewhere her thighs couldn't squeeze. The freckles on her face were maddening. Her hair fell in long waves past her shoulders, and her eyes seemed adorably round and innocent. The tips of her nipples poked through the fabric of her bra and top, revealing rounded points perched atop perfectly round globes. Jesse's arms looked thin and weak. Her hands and arms seemed to naturally rest in elegant poses. Jesse continued to rub her thighs together, fruitlessly. Her crotch felt warm, and damp. She could almost picture the yearning, engorged hollow cavity hiding behind her pelvis. She thought she was about to flood herself. This girl is turning me on! She looks so slutty and sexy, and it's getting me hot. The revelation tied Jesse's mind into knots. This sexpot was her. She was getting turned on by her own image in the mirror. She was aroused by her own body. Jesse needed to see 'it.' In front of the mirror still, she sat down onto the bedroom floor, cross-legged. She lifted her left leg and placed it to the side. She placed her right foot out on the opposite side. The lines of her smooth thighs traced in, ending at the small black triangle of fabric which hid her new anatomy. She touched her fingers to the fabric and used one hand to pull the panties to the side. In the mirror, pink pussy lips glistened and parted in front of her. The lips were swollen and puffy with excitement. A cloudy pearl of moisture oozed down, disappearing between her cheeks. Using her other hand, Jesse ran a finger along the fleshy outer lip. It tickled and thrilled her. She shuddered as she gasped, and it came out as a frantic laugh. She was incredibly sensitive. Each time her finger touched the tender flower, a jolt of sensation flooded her body and mind. The buzzing, pleasant thoughts swirled in, and she felt complete. Her finger stroked up between her pussy lips, lubricating the tip. She moved her finger in slow circles around the hood of her clitoris and moaned, wantonly. She tucked her panties to the side of her mound, freeing her hand. It crept up and found one of her breasts. She massaged it as she masturbated, getting off to the image of herself in the mirror. She pinched her nipple and hissed through her clenched teeth. It felt good. She sealed her mouth, moaning deep in her throat as she experimented on her clit with different motions. She could feel herself getting close. Slutty thoughts filled her mind. She needed a mistress to lick. Or maybe a cock to suck, while her mistress watched. Yessss... She felt the crest coming. Her hips bucked harder against her hand and she shut her eyes. At the edge of her perception, she was aware her hand had released her breast. It was reaching above her, searching for something. Jesse came. She couldn't keep it quiet anymore and let out gasping squeals of delight as her eyes rolled back. Above her, her hand found purchase on the syringe she'd left on the table and she brought it down. The last syringe. In the haze of her shaking orgasm, she stabbed it into the flesh below her hip and her thumb pressed the plunger. She moaned, satisfied and fulfilled. She sat on the floor in a daze. Her panties were soaked, and she could feel a sticky pool of her fluids against her cute butt. Jesse panted as she tried to catch her breath. She pulled the empty syringe from her body and tossed it aside, her fate decided. Jesse looked at the bedroom door to see Victoria watching, silently. She was smiling, her eyes ravenous. "I love you," Victoria said. ************************************************** Fifth Vial ************************************************** Victoria leaned against the door frame, arms crossed. She smiled down at the girl sprawled in front of her. Jesse stared up, wide-eyed. She tried to imagine the scene that Victoria must be absorbing; Jesse, exhausted and lewd, sprawled on the floor with her legs still splayed out. Her inner thighs were sticky and wet and smooth, coated in a lather of her own making. Under her seat, beads of intimate moisture formed strings between the cheeks of her ass, and she could feel her skin squish and slide every time she clenched her glutes. Her feet were spread wide and panties pulled to the side, revealing a swollen, hungry pussy. It spasmed periodically, still recovering from the orgasm and sending aftershocks of pleasure shivering up Jesse's spine. Her thoughts tumbled around uselessly in her head, refusing to connect into anything cohesive. She wondered how long she'd been laying there, catching her breath. She tried to find the words for some elaborate explanation, but they floated around in her mind, just out of reach. Victoria unfolded her arms and strode forward. "I have to say, I'm a little surprised. You couldn't even wait one day?" Victoria bent down. Her fingers gently caressed Jesse's face, which had blushed bright red at the casual comments. Victoria's dark, loving eyes penetrated deep into Jesse's. Their lips met. Jesse reveled in the pillowy, smooth sensation of their lips sliding against each other. Their tongues danced, hidden. Jesse moaned in her throat. Victoria broke off the kiss and stood. She smiled when she noticed Jesse's blush spread across her entire body and down to her feet. Victoria stepped back and observed, lovingly, her eyes taking in every detail. As Jesse gathered her wits, something tingled in the back of her mind. She remembered something about... the name James? Her eyes widened. James! Oh god. What had she done? She'd something permanent. She gasped in a loud, heaving sob. Jesse stood and bolted to the bathroom, leaving Victoria to worriedly call her name behind her. Jesse gently shut the bathroom door and rested her head against it for a moment. She gathered her thoughts. What should she say? How could she even begin to convey the complex swirl of emotions she felt? "I, I just... I just need a minute to process." A brief silence. "Take your time," came the gentle, whispered response. Jesse slowly turned and faced the bathroom mirror. A young, blonde girl stared back at her, afraid to move. Her breasts moved with her chest, rising and falling subtly with each slow breath. She looked slightly shorter than the average girl - maybe five-three or five-four. Her hair fell in front of her eyes, clumping together in places with residual sweat. Her arms were lean and graceful. Her waist tapered in adorably before rounding out generously. She was curvy and delicate. Holy shit. This was real. It wasn't a dream. It was real life, and Jesse hadn't thought this through. James had a life, and she looked nothing like him. He was dead. She had... killed him. She had stuck the needle in her leg and finished him off, without even thinking. Stop it. Jesse closed her eyes, calmed her nerves. Stop. Nobody's dead. You're alive. You're safe. She tested herself. What's your favorite pizza? What's your favorite movie? She smiled at the comfortable memories. Pepperoni. And Ghostbusters. Jesse stared into the mirror. James didn't die. James is just a name, he is me, and I'm still here. Jesse and James, they're both me. I am more than my name. I am more than my body. Her blue eyes blinked slowly. I wanted this, she realized. I've fantasized about this since I was 12. Memories of James' youth flooded back. Had it been that long ago already? Had it been that long since James lay awake in bed as a teen, fantasizing about life as a girl? How long ago had he shoved those thoughts into a private box labeled 'fetish only?' Her heart pounded in her chest. I get to experience the life I always thought was impossible - too unrealistic to be anything more than a wild fantasy. Victoria didn't force this last step on me; she offered it and I took it. Jesse slowed her breathing. She said she would take care of me. I'm safe. This is scary, but it doesn't feel... wrong. How does it feel? Jesse looked at the adorably innocent face in the mirror and at the supple features of the body below. It feels pretty fucking amazing. Jesse fluttered her eyelashes in front of the mirror. She kissed the air. She raised one eyebrow, then the other. She marveled at her new face. "Who, me?" she mouthed. She looked perfectly flirty. Jesse turned and admired herself from different angles, appreciating the curves of her waist and breasts. She could get the hang of this. She had someone to thank. Moments later, in the bedroom, Victoria turned her head to see Jesse exiting the bathroom, looking scared and ecstatic. "Are you okay?" asked Victoria, cautiously. Jesse considered for a moment, staring at the ground. Eventually, she looked up and met Victoria's eyes. "It's... overwhelming. There's so much I hadn't considered. I acted on impulse." "But," she added, "you're right." Jesse looked up and their eyes met. "I wanted this. My whole life, I felt this yearning for something I could never have, and you gave it to me." "So, I wanted to say... thank you," she finished. Jesse leaped into Victoria's arms and they embraced. Jesse felt her bare breasts pressing against Victoria's own pair. She felt the electric tingle of her smooth skin tickling against Victoria's. She felt her nipples harden and push into the air. She soaked in the feeling of smallness as her girlfriend - her mistress - rested her forehead against Jesse's own. Her worried thoughts began to fade like smoke. Pink smoke. Her mind floated in it. Jesse rubbed her thighs together, the gooey, lovely warmth returning quickly to her belly. She wanted to explore more. "Please," Jesse pleaded. "Show me again. Show me what it feels like to be... uh..." She blushed. "...a girl." Victoria smiled devilishly. She turned slowly, holding Jesse's gaze, and walked over to the bags on the nightstand. "I'll do more than that," she promised. She reached in and pulled out a long, sturdy-looking metal bar attached to some leather straps. "I'll show you what it feels like to be a slut." With a look of apprehension, Jesse watched Victoria approach. She offered no resistance as Victoria spun her backwards and bent down to her feet. Victoria spread Jesse's long legs - one at a time - and kneeled, strapping cuffs of leather to Jesse's ankles, as Jesse bit her lip. She posed easily, like a doll. She whimpered as Victoria locked Jesse's legs to the spreader bar in a standing, exposed pose. Victoria held Jesse's chin gently and turned her head to face straight forward. Jesse realized once again that she was standing before the full-length mirror leading into the closet. She looked helpless and innocent. She looked absolutely sinful. Victoria guided Jesse's arms behind her back, pushing her breasts forward. She felt another set of leather straps string her wrists together. "You look beautiful," Victoria whispered into Jesse's ear from behind her. Jesse could feel soft hands caressing up and down her flanks. Watching the mirror, Jesse saw fingers stroking lightly up the insides of her spread, weak thighs. The fingers pressed against and indented her plump rear. One hand retreated before reappearing below, between her legs. Victoria's palm began rubbing Jesse's sex from behind, and Jesse leaned forward to provide easier access. It was such a strange sensation, to not see the figure rubbing her folds from behind. Below her, her breasts quivered slightly and swayed. The palm stroked slowly - forward and back. Forward and back. Nested between her lower lips, an invisible bundle of nerves buzzed happily with each stroke, tucked into the safety of puffy lips. The hands left for a moment, and Jesse could see Victoria in the mirror, shimmying into a familiar strap-on harness. Jesse waited, and Victoria approached. Her hands reached and rested onto Jesse's hips, holding her and tilting her rear back, slightly. Victoria's head peeked around Jesse's shoulder and their eyes locked in the mirror. Victoria held Jesse's gaze and cooed into her ear, "My little girl, you're about to be fucked from behind. Are you sure you want it?" Jesse's chest tightened. A lump swelled in her throat as she held back tears. "Yes!" she moaned erotically. Gently, a hard object prodded against the warm soft spot below her crotch. She felt - and thought perhaps she even heard - the slippery and uncompromising object press into her. She felt her body open below her like a hungry animal as she received the thick shape, practically pulling it in eagerly. She realized she had still been moaning this whole time, guttural and wanton and steadily climbing in pitch. She felt Victoria's hips press into her backside and rest there. Testing, Jesse tried to flex her muscles around the invader. To push it out from behind her. The attempt felt slippery and ineffectual. The shape held its position. It impaled her and refused to move. Unbidden, the shape retreated, and Jesse felt a fleeting and desperate urge to pull it back in. It pushed forward again and Jesse's head fell back, resting on Victoria's waiting shoulder. Victoria nibbled Jesse's ear and proceeded to fuck her rhythmically. The cock slid in and out, paying no heed to the spasms in Jesse's pelvic floor. Her body couldn't seem to decide whether to push or pull, but it was happily fucked all the same. Her voice caught in sexy, breathy gasps. "Oh! Oh! Fuck!" Victoria looked down at the sight in front of her, watching the space between her hips and Jesse's round ass. The silicone cock slid delicious into the lithe body in front of her. Jesse's buttocks sent out little ripples each time their skin slapped together. She looked up just in time to see Jesse tremble, visibly wracked by the first of her orgasms. "That's! My! Good! Little! Slut!" she praised, each word emphasized by a powerful thrust and a pull on Jesse's hips. Jesse felt a gush of warmth and the dildo slid more easily with every movement. It violated her as her mind melted into complete bliss. "Fuuuuuuuuck meeeeeeeee..." she begged. Victoria obliged. With excitement, Victoria realized that the last of the changes was starting. Jesse could feel Victoria's hold on her strengthen. She looked in front of her - into the mirror - and gasped as the room flexed and grew in a single, short rush. Her vision quickly reoriented, and she realized that she had just lost - at minimum - two inches of height. Her torso, legs, arms and waist had all reduced. She felt absolutely skewered on the hard strap-on cock behind her. She had shrunk around it, but it continued to penetrate her. As she watched, she saw her breasts shake and grow. They swelled, growing rounder and heavier. Victoria noticed as well and grinned, her hands reaching up to cup them as she fucked Jesse. "That's right baby," Victoria's tone teasing. "Watch me fuck you as you transform into my perfect little fucktoy. Just like you always wanted." Jesse's hair grew down past her shoulders and her face rounded even more. Her lips looked absolutely suckable. "Yes mistress," she cried. Jesse's world was complete. Wanton thoughts flitted through her mind; thoughts of being strung up on ropes, thoughts of sucking a cock, thoughts of laying under a beautiful pussy and being commanded to eat it. Thoughts of having her nipples sucked and bitten and jiggled. She thought back on all the videos she'd masturbated to throughout her life, and the jealousy she felt watching the girls experience amazing orgasm after amazing orgasm. She realized she could be in those videos. If she wanted. The thought sent her over the edge again. Another melodic voice joined hers, and Jesse opened her eyes to see Victoria behind her, shaking in her own blissful orgasm as she ground her hips into the strap-on she wore. Jesse could feel the urgency of the silicone sliding around inside her. They both lowered themselves to the floor, exhausted and happy. They cuddled while they both worked to catch their breath. Victoria unbuckled Jesse from the spreader bar. Jesse pulled the harness down Victoria's legs and tossed it aside. They hugged on the floor, resting their foreheads together, and the tips of their noses. Before they drifted off, exhausted on the floor, Jesse whispered the question. "What happens next?" Victoria smirked. "I have a few ideas." ************************************************** Epilogue ************************************************** Jesse sat by herself in a crowded bar. She perched on a stool at the counter, resting her elbows on the granite top. Her bare legs were crossed, and her feet dangled below her, not quite able to reach the footrest. They were strapped into a pair of black pumps. The shapely legs stretched up scandalously high, disappearing just in time, beneath a short grey pleated skirt. She nursed a glass of water nervously, watching one of the multiple TV screens placed behind the counter and throughout the bar. A newscaster on-screen finished up his report. "...recently published a follow-up study, confirming the patented formula is also effective against multiple types of genetic disease. The Diabetic Institute of Ohio is now in talks to license the formula, and begin measuring the compound's ability to treat patients suffering from severe obesity and Type 2 diabetes." The camera cut to a pair of anchors sharing a desk. The speaker turned to his co-anchor, who shook her head in wonderment. "Amazing. All this new development in the span of just a couple months, and the excitement within the scientific community shows no signs of stopping. Imagine where we'll be at this time next year! Is there anything this new technology can't do?" "That remains to be seen," the male anchor concluded. "They claim it can be customized to perform any repairs or modifications the patient desires." Behind the bar, Jesse caught a glimpse of herself in the reflective backsplash. She immediately blushed and smiled. She looked into her drink, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear. Modifications, indeed. Jesse felt the eyes of neighbors and passers-by. She tried to ignore them. She knew what they saw. Her skirt lay comfortably over her round upper thighs. Concealed beneath, she could feel the cool leather of the barstool pressing against her glutes. Under the skirt, a sheer layer of fabric barely covered her modesty and pulled tight between her cheeks. She wore a tight, sleeveless shirt which followed and pulled tight against her breasts. Dark eyeliner accentuated her round, innocent eyes. Her lips seemed most natural when they were slightly parted, forming a bright red, relaxed bow. Pendant earrings dangled from behind her long hair and a gold hoop decorated one of her wrists. She was dressed for attention and was vividly aware of the gazes from everyone around her. Jesse looked down once again, at the folded slip of paper next to her drink. The paper with her mission for the night. She shivered with terror and delight, as she remembered reading the words with her mistress' instructions. She found the note waiting on their bed earlier that night... next to a special pair of underwear. Let's play a game of Hot and Cold tonight. Put these on and I'll meet you at the address below. Tonight, I want to hear you tell me exactly what it's like to suck cock. When she inspected the underwear, she found they had a suspicious lump sewn into the front. When she pulled them on, it nuzzled firmly against her clit. She was wearing them now. Jesse checked the clock at the end of the bar. She'd arrived ten minutes ago, expecting to see Victoria. Where was she? What was with the game she mentioned; Hot and Cold? How do you play Hot and Cold, again? Jesse ordered another drink and twitched hard suddenly, as a low thrumming sensation bloomed between her legs. The vibrations could not be heard in the low background din of the bar, but Jesse immediately knew what had happened. As she suspected; the small mass against her clit was a remotely- controlled vibrator. And someone had just turned it on. Jesse regained her composure, just in time to notice the concerned glance of the bartender as he delivered her refill. "Sorry," she muttered, cheeks burning. "I just got a chill." The bartender smiled and moved to the next customer. Jesse fought against the urge to squirm in her seat. The tight panties pulled the sewn-in bullet vibe tight against the sensitive bundle of nerves hidden below her skirt. She squeezed her thighs, but it only pressed the bullet tighter against her clit; too strong to ignore, too weak to bring blissful satisfaction. She observed a slight shallowness to her breath. A familiar - and comfortable - pink fog creeped in at the edges of her thoughts. She settled into the comfortable feeling of arousal as the smooth vibrations activated nerves up and down her sensitive body like a Christmas tree. "Excuse me." The stranger's voice cut through her thoughts and sensations like a knife. Jesse turned to see a well-dressed man standing beside her, looking directly at her. He smiled nervously. "Do you mind if I buy the next one?" He gestured towards Jesse's glass. Jesse panicked. How long had he been standing there? What had he seen? Had her moan been too obvious? What was he doing there? "No, thank you," she blurted awkwardly. "I'm waiting for someone." Her would-be suitor nodded, taking the meek refusal in stride. "No problem," he said. "Have a nice night." He took his refilled drink from the bartender and retreated through the crowd. Alone again, Jesse began to sink back into the pleasant thrum in her panties. The vibrations stopped all at once, leaving a cold silence in its place. Jesse felt a similar moment of panic as when the vibrations started, but was surprised to find it now mourned their loss. She felt empty. Oh, that's right. Now she remembered the rules for Hot and Cold. Oh. Crap. Jesse wiggled her hips in frustration, willing the hard lump in her panties back to life. It remained frustratingly still and lifeless. So that was the game, then. Victoria was out there somewhere, watching - and rewarding Jesse with rapturous vibrations from a remote control. Jesse looked around the bar, thinking. The vibrations started shortly before she was offered a drink... and stopped immediately after she declined. What was it Victoria wrote? Tonight, I want to hear you tell me exactly what it's like to suck cock. Jesse knew what Victoria expected. Her heart raced at the thought. Jesse's stomach sank as she saw another man approaching her. He wore a backward baseball cap and had Greek lettering on his T-shirt. Behind him, his friends egged him on, laughing. Jesse grew immediately self- conscious. "Hey," came the greeting. The college-age suitor smirked confidently, finishing his beer and placing it on the bar next to her and leaning against it. "What are you drinking, beautiful?" Please, no. Jesse thought, worriedly. Not this douche. Not with all his friends around. She paused a moment, wondering what to do. She noted... nothing. Just stillness from the vibrator. She took a hopeful guess. "Sorry. I'm taken." Behind him, the guy's friends jeered at him, and he turned back to them, grinning. Their group migrated toward the exit - presumably in search of the next pub on their crawl. Jesse breathed a giant sigh, relieved. The vibrations returned, slower this time, but gradually increasing to their previous level. The message was clear; she had guessed correctly. This was her reward. Before Jesse could again revel in the waves of sensation, the vibrations gradually began to ramp down once again. It happened slowly, causing Jesse to once again look around, dejected. What had she done wrong? She hadn't done anything! Oh, I didn't do anything, Jesse thought. I guess the free ride is over. Collecting her things, Jesse stood from her seat at the bar. Before she could finish taking the first step, the vibrations had returned. Jesse almost staggered in surprise. Her abs clenched in response to the abrupt return of sensations. She stepped away from the bar, noting as the vibrations increased... just a little. On the right track, then. Free of the bar, Jesse scanned the room, sighting the well-dressed young man from before. He sat alone in a far corner of the bar, fiddling with his phone and occasionally glancing at the news on TV. Nervous in the dim lights, Jesse walked towards him. With each step, she could feel the erotic buzzing and tingling increase just slightly - slowly ramping higher, the closer she got. Jesse's enflamed nerve endings were all too aware of her breasts jutting forward, encased and cupped in soft fabric. Her nipples were ice-hard against them. Her hair tickled her neck as she walked, and she instinctively tossed it back. The man noticed her approach and turned to greet her. He set his phone aside, smiling. "Hello again," he said. "Hey." Jesse tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, her face warm and red from the incessant throbbing beneath her skirt. "I wondered if I could take you up on that drink offer, after all?" The man gestured to the booth across the table. "Of course! Please." Jesse sat, and sighed as she was rewarded with another minor increase in vibrations. They seemed to wind up and down in a wave pattern. Jesse's eyes fluttered a moment, and the vibrations retreated to a manageable level. Damnit, she was going to go crazy. The man offered his hand. "I'm Mike." Jesse stared at his hand a moment, remembering all the times she had stood on the opposite side of that handshake. She'd never imagined herself as a potential date from this side, before. Her terror swirled and mixed with the intense arousal fluttering in her stomach, amplifying it. Nervously, she offered her hand back. "Jesse," she said. Mike clasped It gently and released, sitting back. They ordered drinks. "What do you do, Jesse? Are you in school?" She needed to set the tone if she was going to win tonight's game. "I'm, uh..." She fought to think of something sexy, through the pink fog of her swirling arousal. "I'm a... cam-girl." She blushed crimson at the lie, feeling the embarrassment just as strongly as if it had been true. She could see the gears turning in Mike's head as he took in this new information. She could practically see the realization, the change in his perception of her. The possibilities, of a girl offering this personal information so early into their date. The vibrator pulsed approvingly. "Oh," was his only response. Jesse could see the visible effort to keep his cool. "That's... awesome! You must, uh..." he stammered a little, "meet a lot of... really interesting folks!" His eyes darted a little, avoiding eye contact. Jesse almost felt sorry for him as she remembered sitting on that side of the table. In a past life. Their drinks arrived. Down, between her thighs, the vibrator began to idle. It was bored. Someone must be feeling impatient. Jesse's nipples ached, and her cheeks flushed as she calculated her next move. Emotions clashed inside her - excitement, nervousness, terror. She'd never done anything with a man before. She'd never even considered the possibility. And yet... she didn't feel disgusted. Jesse looked at the nervous Mike, sitting across the table, trying to fake confidence in the presence of a beautiful woman. If she was being honest; she didn't really mind the toned lines in his forearms, or his rolled-up sleeves. She didn't mind his dorky nervousness. She didn't mind his loose-fitting dress shirt, which hung off a body he clearly took care of. "Do you mind if I sit over there, instead?" Jesse asked, innocently. Surprised, Mike stammered, "No, I don't mind! Come on over!" He grimaced at his own eagerness. Jesse didn't mind. She summoned her courage. She had a mission tonight, and Mike had been deemed worthy by not one, but two women. Jesse moved to sit next to Mike. She snuggled in close. Back when Jesse was a man, she'd never noticed the smell of other guys before. Mike reminded her of some of her favorite colognes - scents she used to wear. She remembered how she'd felt a tiny boost in confidence whenever she wore them. She wondered if they made Mike feel confident too. She reached over with her free hand and rubbed Mike's leg. He didn't move to stop her. He sat instead in stunned, but agreeable silence. Jesse leaned in. "Mike," she spoke softly. She tried to summon her inner seductress. Her voice was melodic, "I know you were looking to meet someone new tonight. Maybe someone you could take on a date." She rubbed his thigh, and she could feel the fabric of his pants moving, as something shifted around. "I'm sorry I'm not looking for that right now," she said, fighting back a moan from the strong vibrations thrumming outward on her clit. "But there is something I need to take care of tonight, if you'll open your fly." Mike glanced around, clearly afraid of being caught. "Outside?" he suggested. "I'm parked out of the way; we could put some music on, in my car." Jesse wiggled her eyebrows at him in agreement. As they stood, Mike held her hand. The vibrator in her panties crested up and down and up again, in approval. They climbed into the back seat of Mike's car. He reached forward and adjusted the radio to a low volume, and the smooth chords of rock and roll filled the background. When he looked back at Jesse, their eyes met. Wow. Jesse saw his eyes clearly. She saw the loneliness of a single guy who'd stepped out of his comfort zone; who took a risk to try and meet someone new by going to the bar alone. She saw a bit of her old self. Jesse's chin tilted forward as she gazed up at him, and Mike took the hint. He leaned down and kissed her. It was a different feeling than when kissing Victoria; it wasn't two girls kissing. Mike was scratchy. The air around him smelled like wood and vanilla. His skin was thick and firm. There was some mint on his breath, mixed with citrus and pine. That's right, he'd been drinking gin and tonics. They parted. Jesse was dizzy. She had a mission to finish. "Unzip," she breathed. Mike obliged. Jesse, nervous again, pushed through and reached into the band of his underwear. She wrapped her slim fingers around something thick and plush, with a core of firmness. It was warm. She pulled it out. It... didn't look half bad. The vibrations in her panties sent waves of eagerness through her. It seemed to encourage her on. Do it, it said. You know you want to.You'll be rewarded. Jesse's mouth felt wet. She swallowed. She opened her mouth and lowered her head, glancing nervously up at Mike's excited and scared expression. She felt the spongy tip against her lower lip, and parted her mouth further, finally turning her attention downward. She wrapped her mouth entirely around the hard cock, and tucked her hair back with her other hand. Time to get to work. Her half-lidded eyes fluttered with the pulsating erotic waves from her remote-controlled vibrator. She was in heaven. She imagined the scene as a third party; what she must look like, kneeling between Mike's legs in the back seat of a car, eagerly sucking his cock. She imagined what her mistress must be seeing as she watched from some unknown location. She moaned as she came. The vibrator and the scandalous slutty image of herself had sent her over the edge. She felt a tentative, careful touch against the back of her head: Mike's hand against the back of her head. His fingers wrapped themselves softly in her hair. Her panties flooded at the feeling of submissiveness. Her head eagerly bobbed up and down on his shaft, pressing her tongue against the rough underside as it slid. She heard him moan, trying to stifle his own excitement. She moaned encouragement to him and wiggled her ass in the air. His other hand reached down her back, his fingers rested against the back of her panties. She realized he could probably feel the vibrations in her panties. He must have noticed by now. "Are, are you..." Mike started, but the erotic energy of the night was proving too much for him. His question spiraled into a warning moan, one Jesse remembered all too well from her past life. She decided to go all the way with it, moaning assent and increasing her pace. "Oh god, I.. I..." Mike muttered and grunted hard, and Jesse felt his pulse through the veins of his dick. His unfiltered excitement, the vibrations, the sluttiness of it all - Jesse grunted with her own leg- shaking orgasm again. Her entire body wracked and writhed around Mike as he spurted into her mouth. Jesse quickly swallowed it, trying not to taste. They held that position for a moment: Jesse with her lips around the base of Mike's member, her nose tickled by his short, trimmed pubes. He smelled clean, she thought. Mike caught his breath. Jesse sat up, slurping slightly and trying not to make a mess. She wiped her lips, swallowing once more to clear her mouth. She leaned forward and kissed him, quickly. "I hope that holds you over for the night" she said, and winked. She left him there, panting and wondering if he'd just dreamed the whole thing. Jesse walked back into the bar to find Victoria waiting for her near the entrance - flushed and breathing a little heavily, herself. Jesse waited in front of her, obediently: her mission accomplished. Victoria wrapped a single arm behind Jesse's back, sliding in close. "Nice job, pet." She leaned in and they kissed. Jesse still preferred this feeling - the silk-smooth, pillowy-soft feeling of two women joined at the mouth. Jesse wondered if Victoria could taste Mike on her tongue. Victoria guided Jesse to towards the exit. Behind them, the televisions in the bar began yet another emerging story of the world's first, programmable 'miracle' drug. It seemed the entire world was shifting in a new direction. Jesse's entire world was right here. "Let's go home so you can tell me all about it... and you can receive your reward."