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“So, we have lost everything?”
“The lot, house, car. They found out at work and sacked me as a result. They said I was a security risk.”
“How totally unreasonable. what is risky about a habitual gambler who will hazard everything on a bet, has been chucked out of every reputable bookies, if such a thing exists, and now gambles with the kind of people who take a pound of flesh and don’t worry about legal niceties about a drop of blood.”
That last was lost on him, great lummock, I doubt he had ever been to the Merchant of Venice and would not have appreciated the subtlety if he had. Mind you he was not the only one who had taken risks. In marrying him I had done so knowingly what sort of man he was.
Handsome, charming and quite wealthy but I knew he was a risk taker that is how he had got rich in the first place. This was not the first time he had lost and why from being owning a business himself he had been until yesterday an employee in the firm he had once owned.
“I want a divorce. I still have the evidence of adultery but if you get out now you might be able to run fast enough and I can go for desertion.”
Any love I had for this idiot had dissipated in the last mess up. I just wanted out with anything that I could retrieve from the wreck. At least he did what I suggested and I never saw him again but that I suspected was because he was providing structural support for a motorway bridge. Whatever, as far as I was concerned, he was gone.
In the end I was able to save very little. The people he owed money too were not the kind you concealed things from and I wasn’t that stupid. I managed to persuade a friend to put me up for a couple of weeks but I needed a job quick. At least I hadn’t been declared bankrupt and didn’t owe money to anyone who would damage my credit rating, but I was skint.
I took stock. Twenty-eight, fairly good looking in a conventional sort of way, very pragmatic and reasonably bright. On the down side I had married my idiot husband rather than go to university and never had to work until now. A quick analysis of the situation provided the conclusion that I was stuffed.
I had a horrid feeling that all I was qualified for was flipping burgers or some such. A total lack of experience was going to make getting and kind of better job problematic.
Then I got a very strange offer. Out of the blue, I was offered a job as a lab technician, that came with free board and lodging as part of the package. The catch was that I had to become the subject of their experiment. They were developing a method of removing sexual inhibitions.
I went to an interview of sorts though it was more that they were trying to persuade me rather than the contrary.
“There are many people who are practically crippled by inhibitions so you see what I have developed could be a great help. The current difficulty is quantifying the effect. I tested it on myself and it worked on me but I didn’t have much in the way of a problem in that department. The I here that my sod of a cousin has gone after a debtor and left his nice, little wife homeless and penniless.”
“So that is where you know of me from?”
“Correct. The question is are you willing to accept that you will be an utterly different woman if as I am pretty certain this works.”
“What about side effects.”
“Other than you being a tart we are sure none. I wasn’t the first subject it was tested on but the others are as bad as me.”
Would it be so very bad to lose my inhibitions? I wasn’t crippled by them, but I certainly had my fair share. I was a repressed little housewife who had never gone much beyond vanilla sex. Being more adventurous might be nice. Also as has already been identified I was up a creek without a paddle and the seams leaking.
I accepted the deal gathered my meagre things and moved into the home of Verity, the resident mad scientist and self-confessed, kinky tart. Just how kinky I was about to discover.
The first thing I discovered that she was bi and so was her step daughter. I discovered this about Louise as on my first day I came across her naked except for very kinky boots and glove on the sofa screwing another women similarly dressed. Of course, I knew about lesbians but this is the first time I had seen them.
I was shocked but surprised to find a little but interested in what they were doing to each other. They were in what I now know is called a sixty-nine with Louise on top with her head level with the crutch of the girl on the bottom who was also situated to have her mouth near Louse’s vagina. They appeared to be kissing and licking each other. Louise was also having her buttocks and legs caressed by the woman below.
I watched for several minutes before beating a retreat. I realised that Verity had been watching for my reaction knowing full well what she would see.
“I will introduce you later, the woman underneath is Elizabeth out resident psychologist who as you may guess is also one of our test subjects. Not quite as much a tart before hand as Lou and I but not the kind of good girl that you are.”
It was all somewhat of a shock and I later discovered that the scene on the sofa whilst genuine was also for my benefit. They wanted to see my reaction to the situation.
The plus side of all this was that where I was going to be living, was a lot nicer than my suburban home that I had come from. That was a step down from the house where I had first lived in on getting married but this was a step up from that first house on the edge of a prosperous town. Ruddy heck this place was almost a mansion.
I have been given, a nice large room with room for a double bed and a couple of comfortable chairs either side of a table. Add in a large wardrobe and a dressing table. It shared a bathroom with the room next door. Little did I know that this arrangement was quite deliberate.
Looking out the window I could see large gardens and no other houses in view. This was a quite an isolated house. I went downstairs having put my clothes away and asked Verity what the house rules were.
“Well as you have worked out the other three of us are pretty lax about clothing. Part of the test is that before we give you a dose you will have to put up with living with three kinky tarts for a couple of weeks. Elizabeth, that is the tart down below you saw will want to evaluate you reaction as a normal person first. This means that nothing will happen for a couple of weeks. In the meantime, you will assist in the lab. Apart from developing the d**g we act as a commercial lab doing tests on samples. The lab is in a former barn the other end of the garden.”
“What about when I am not working?”
“Well like any other job your time is your own. Though if you care to spend time with us you get your meals thrown in. Louise is a damn good cook, so the food is superb. The only neighbours immediately around here are Maria and Lenya who live in a flat by the lab. They are both escorts who were again test subjects. You can see out problem we really need to try this stuff out on a good girl not women with little in the way of inhibitions to start with.”
I did see her point and I was that good girl. It was clear that they seemed confident I wouldn’t stay that way. I decided to go for a walk and think things through, what I had witnessed was un-nerving not least my reaction to it.
Well certainly it was a lovely place to live. I found that lab, which also had a gate onto a lane. Not that far down the lane was a village with a nice pub. Since it was open, I popped in and half of cider and thought. I concluded I had a couple of weeks before anything about me changed and in that time, I could make a more permanent decision.
I wandered on my way and found a footpath over the fields down to a pretty stream. This was certainly a lovely area I did wonder if I could bring myself to pull away. Would I care if I became a tart like the rest? I decided to sleep on it but a little voice said that I wouldn’t.
When I got back, I found we have guests for dinner, Maria and Lenya the two escorts that had been mentioned, busty and one blond, one a redhead they were at least fully dressed. The same could not be said for Elizabeth and Louis all they had done was pull on a pullover that just about covered their fannies. This is how they stayed for the evening and later on when all of us were sitting in the large comfortable lounge the others pulled off their jeans and knickers as well.
That was the point where I decided that I should make an excuse and go to my room. I did some internet searches for both jobs and places to live, if I left this place. The results were depressing I was unlikely to get a job that would pay enough to get somewhere half reasonable to live in. As I worked away, I heard a lot of giggling from downstairs that soon changed to sounds that I assumed were passion. I suspected that if I had stayed, I would have been witness to a lesbian orgy.
The next morning was Saturday and I got up late. I wondered what the arrangements for breakfast were but decided to have a shower first. I went to the bathroom door and found in unlocked and made the false assumption that it was empty. The bathroom had doors to both bedrooms with a bolt either side of the door. The idea was supposed to be that when you were in the bathroom you threw the bolt to the opposite bedroom door.
Nice theory and it would work in any other household but not this one in I went and there was Louise in the bath showing off even more than I had seen before. Like all the others she was a busty lady and I was embarrassed that I had noticed this.
“Sorry Jane, I know you are embarrassed but if you are going to live here you will have to get used to seeing naked girls. I went to a girls boarding school so it has never bothered me because it was normal.”
That she had a point I could not deny. After all she was just naked if she had been playing with herself which I suspected she had, she stopped when I started to come in.
“I was going to take a shower, shall I come back or aren’t you bothered.”
“What do you think?”
The reality was that I took a shower with another woman naked in the bath. Louise waited to get out until I had finished my shower so we were drying ourselves together. It bothered me, not least because I got a little thrill out of it.
It was just the four of us as the girls had gone off for a job together. Breakfast was fairly normal though very nice. None of the others was wearing very much but that I expected. I didn’t see any more sex but in the evening we all four went down the pub and the others tops were pretty provocative. When I got downstairs as we were about to go out, I saw just how much cleavage they were showing and to be honest felt frumpy.
“Jane, I know that you are a good girl but would you risk being a little more adventurous I could lend you one of my tops from before I had the boob job. If you are.”
I decided that I really should be less staid. Verity bought down a number of tops and I chose one that showed at least a bit of tit, very adventurous for me but not really that bad, after all I could still wear a bra with it if I wore the one kept for evening dressed. Even I am not that bad.
The night down the pub was fun, the others flirted with the local lads outrageously and Louise even ended up going home with one of them. As we walked home Verity and Elizabeth openly walked with their arms around each other and went upstairs together. I went to my bed on my own knowing that the other two were sharing one. It was a strange feeling but again my reaction was not totally negative.
Louise rocked back about eleven the next morning, clearly from her mood having had a good time. This did prove at least one of those women I was living with was attracted to men. Well from their behaviour I thought it likely that the other two were as well. They certainly hadn’t objected to male attention and surprisingly neither had I. It wasn’t a case of me sitting on the side lines totally disapproving I had been the quiet one but when a lad had tried charming me, I allowed myself to be charmed but no more. I had liked it that he had persisted in a polite way and he at least got a quick kiss.
Then on Monday morning, I started work and found that the job was quite genuine and there was a lot to do. It didn’t take me long to learn what I needed to do. Being organised and methodical was the main requirement and that was something that I was good at. Actually I quite enjoyed it take the sample, record it carefully, do the test required then record the result.
Life settled down and I started to get used to under-dressed women. I was also less and less bothering with the job and house search it was pretty pointless anyway and hardly seemed worth it. I was sort of accepting the way things were
We had a warm snap and the house had an outdoor pool I suspect for my sake they wore bikini bottoms though they were so tiny that they were hardly worth the trouble. The first day I wore a top but then decided that exchange for that compromise to my sensibilities in a spirit of adventure I removed my top as well.
In the evening it was not just us but a number of out neighbours as well who took advantage of the pool. Whilst not all had big busts every one was topless. I was quite glad I had plucked up the courage. The nightly pool parties did mean that I was making friends though. Lorraine in particular seemed a very nice girl but gave me somewhat of a surprise when from being a ‘B’ cup on Thursday she was a double ‘D’ on Friday.
“You had them done then, congratulations. I think Nancy is tempted as well.”
“Well once you have fixed our inhibitions it is the next logical step.”
Both Lorraine and by implication Nancy had also had the experimental treatment. Later on, I caught Lorraine kissing Louise so she was clearly bi as well.
I had been studied and asked a lot of questions by Elizabeth who was trying to assess what she called a baseline. What was complicating things was that living there appeared to be corrupting me without any help from d**gs. I had voluntary chose to swim topless and I was getting less and less fussed about girls doing it together. Yes, that first day had not been a one off I had seen a fair amount of girl sex and was getting less and less bothered by it.
“What it comes down to Verity is that unless you want some kind of control you need to give Jane the dose now before she decides that she wants to try screwing women as well.”
I blushed at this but knew that it wasn’t totally unreasonable. I was beginning to suspect that I was bi and that it was only my repressed upbringing that was stopping me experimenting. I was beginning to like the idea of losing my inhibitions and becoming like the others.
This was accepted and we decided to carry out the experiment the next day. It was fairly quiet when it came to the lab tests so the plan was that I would take the dose and then take the afternoon off with the expectation that I was going to join the rest of them in being a sex mad tart.
I got through all my tests as the others completed their tasks. There was a discernible air of excitement as we went back to the house. I noticed that all three of them were wearing boots beneath their skirts. I know from other times that whilst they looked respectable, they were really tall and incredibly sexy.
These women were clearly hoping to get me into bed. What is more I realised that I now hoped that they would succeed and that I would not be bothered by it. I wanted to become a tart like the rest of them. I think they had waited too long but kept my mouth shut.
The injection was carried out by a nurse who the lab employed on occasions and was it turned out a recipient of an earlier version. Grace was yet another one of the local tarts. I did wonder just how many experiments had been carried out in the village.
“How long does it take?”
“Not long. When you are no longer bothered by the idea then I want you to take off your clothes.”
I raised an eyebrow and smiled at the way they would determined success. Sweet little old me getting naked voluntarily.
If I was honest, I think I had got to that stage when I started swimming topless. Still I thought about it for the moment it did seem rather daring. After a few minutes that being daring seemed rather silly to me. Would it bother me to be nude? The answer was no. Would being the subject of these women’s sexual attentions bother me. Hell yes, I wanted them to. Clearly it was working so I started to remove my clothes as sensually as possible.
The first one was Louise, who came forward to kiss me something that I returned with enthusiasm. I also removed her dress as the rest of the vultures descended. I was snogging anyone I could get my lips on. In a very short time I was naked, quickly followed by the others. I felt lips touch my slit and start kissing and nibbling. It felt so very nice indeed. They really knew what they were doing, it was Verity I realised, but soon I lost interest in anything other than the orgasm that was coursing through my body.
When I came down and was able to pay attention to the world again, I found that Elizabeth had replaced Verity and Grace the nurse and Louise were sucking on my tits. Louise was putting on a strap on. The second climax of the afternoon was from her fucking me. I was definelty enjoying this lezzie stuff.
“Let’s go out to the pool it is lovely and warm again and the others will want to play with our latest tart.”
That we did and I soon discovered that all those who they had tried the serum out on, were every bit as sex mad as we were. Yes I included myself in sex mad I was feeling so randy and it was absolutely wonderful.
What was not clear before hand was whether it just disposed of inhibitions or was also an aphrodisiac. I had never had much of a sex drive up until then but equally I had not really thought of girls. Perhaps the problem was that I was a lesbian and not into men.
I soon learnt a new level of kink and naughtiness. Because some of the other women who had been around for a swim before were there and not that surprisingly they quickly lost their bikini bottoms. Louise decided that I should match the rest and have a shaved pussy. Doing this took some time and I was lying on my back so I didn’t notice that some of our friends had disappeared off.
However, when I was bald as a coot, down below I started looking around me. Lorraine had nipped home in the meantime, grabbed Nancy and returned wearing latex boots and gloves. Elizabeth was wearing red PVC ones with Grace in matching white ones. It was only myself and Verity currently there who were did not have the entire length of their limbs covered in plastic or rubber. Grace came back out of the house in white latex.
It was clearly the local fashion the kinky cows. This went beyond being uninhibited but I found I liked it. As I watched Verity put on black PVC gloves and followed it by boots. Then Louise presented me with a box; I had a feeling I knew what it contained.
“Look darling you must have worked out what a kinky bunch we are though leather is as popular as plastic and rubber. But around the pool they are far better if we indulge in aquatic sex. So be a good tart and put these on.”
I was as requested a good tart. Mine were the same, black PVC that went the entire length of my arms and legs. Suitably attired I joined in a very enthusiastic lesbian orgy in the course of which I discovered I liked anal sex as well. Also, the question about whether I was bi or a lesbian was answered when some of the men came home from work and joined us together with the professional tarts. I enjoy being fucked by a big fat cock attached to a hunk who knows how to use it.
In the course of that evening I became clear just how much I had changed, highly sexed and as billed, uninhibited. I was up for anything. Spit roast, double fucked, fisting. I tried underwater and it was fun of not terribly practical
The previous night was the last one of me sleeping alone as Louise and I shared a bed from them on, though not just the two of us necessarily. The next time she met her friend from the pub he had the pleasure of both of us.
Non the less there was a serious attempt to work out what we had learnt from corrupting me. The conclusion was that I was almost certainly always bi but had been to up tight to realise it. Whether however I was highly sexed was less certain. The kinkiness was probably down to the others liking that sort of thing and without inhibitions me joining in. The fact was that this ‘draft’ had turned me from an uptight and repressed woman into a too sex mad slut in less than twenty minutes.
I learnt that quite a sizable amount of the single and couples without c***dren had been given a dose. The evidence now pointed to the draft as it was called for lack of a better name was an aphrodisiac as well. It also seemed to completely remove any kind of sexual jealousy. The married couples who had taken it all not only happily swung but got a kick out of their partners sleeping with others.
I wasn’t the last one to be corrupted by any means. One of our friends who were outwardly very respectable encouraged first their older daughter to take in and then when she was eight-teen the younger. The results were pretty much the same as with me, the fairly innocent younger daughter was instantly as bad as her sister, parents and friends.
Having become a tart, I set about completing the job. I dressed like the others or more frequently un-dressed like the others and within a month had my breasts enlarged like the rest. Quite a lot of my disposable income went on buying pretty sexy clothes.
We never did get it sorted out so we could sell it commercially but we continued to add to our group of happy strumpets on occasion. I was the happiest I had been in my life.
“The lot, house, car. They found out at work and sacked me as a result. They said I was a security risk.”
“How totally unreasonable. what is risky about a habitual gambler who will hazard everything on a bet, has been chucked out of every reputable bookies, if such a thing exists, and now gambles with the kind of people who take a pound of flesh and don’t worry about legal niceties about a drop of blood.”
That last was lost on him, great lummock, I doubt he had ever been to the Merchant of Venice and would not have appreciated the subtlety if he had. Mind you he was not the only one who had taken risks. In marrying him I had done so knowingly what sort of man he was.
Handsome, charming and quite wealthy but I knew he was a risk taker that is how he had got rich in the first place. This was not the first time he had lost and why from being owning a business himself he had been until yesterday an employee in the firm he had once owned.
“I want a divorce. I still have the evidence of adultery but if you get out now you might be able to run fast enough and I can go for desertion.”
Any love I had for this idiot had dissipated in the last mess up. I just wanted out with anything that I could retrieve from the wreck. At least he did what I suggested and I never saw him again but that I suspected was because he was providing structural support for a motorway bridge. Whatever, as far as I was concerned, he was gone.
In the end I was able to save very little. The people he owed money too were not the kind you concealed things from and I wasn’t that stupid. I managed to persuade a friend to put me up for a couple of weeks but I needed a job quick. At least I hadn’t been declared bankrupt and didn’t owe money to anyone who would damage my credit rating, but I was skint.
I took stock. Twenty-eight, fairly good looking in a conventional sort of way, very pragmatic and reasonably bright. On the down side I had married my idiot husband rather than go to university and never had to work until now. A quick analysis of the situation provided the conclusion that I was stuffed.
I had a horrid feeling that all I was qualified for was flipping burgers or some such. A total lack of experience was going to make getting and kind of better job problematic.
Then I got a very strange offer. Out of the blue, I was offered a job as a lab technician, that came with free board and lodging as part of the package. The catch was that I had to become the subject of their experiment. They were developing a method of removing sexual inhibitions.
I went to an interview of sorts though it was more that they were trying to persuade me rather than the contrary.
“There are many people who are practically crippled by inhibitions so you see what I have developed could be a great help. The current difficulty is quantifying the effect. I tested it on myself and it worked on me but I didn’t have much in the way of a problem in that department. The I here that my sod of a cousin has gone after a debtor and left his nice, little wife homeless and penniless.”
“So that is where you know of me from?”
“Correct. The question is are you willing to accept that you will be an utterly different woman if as I am pretty certain this works.”
“What about side effects.”
“Other than you being a tart we are sure none. I wasn’t the first subject it was tested on but the others are as bad as me.”
Would it be so very bad to lose my inhibitions? I wasn’t crippled by them, but I certainly had my fair share. I was a repressed little housewife who had never gone much beyond vanilla sex. Being more adventurous might be nice. Also as has already been identified I was up a creek without a paddle and the seams leaking.
I accepted the deal gathered my meagre things and moved into the home of Verity, the resident mad scientist and self-confessed, kinky tart. Just how kinky I was about to discover.
The first thing I discovered that she was bi and so was her step daughter. I discovered this about Louise as on my first day I came across her naked except for very kinky boots and glove on the sofa screwing another women similarly dressed. Of course, I knew about lesbians but this is the first time I had seen them.
I was shocked but surprised to find a little but interested in what they were doing to each other. They were in what I now know is called a sixty-nine with Louise on top with her head level with the crutch of the girl on the bottom who was also situated to have her mouth near Louse’s vagina. They appeared to be kissing and licking each other. Louise was also having her buttocks and legs caressed by the woman below.
I watched for several minutes before beating a retreat. I realised that Verity had been watching for my reaction knowing full well what she would see.
“I will introduce you later, the woman underneath is Elizabeth out resident psychologist who as you may guess is also one of our test subjects. Not quite as much a tart before hand as Lou and I but not the kind of good girl that you are.”
It was all somewhat of a shock and I later discovered that the scene on the sofa whilst genuine was also for my benefit. They wanted to see my reaction to the situation.
The plus side of all this was that where I was going to be living, was a lot nicer than my suburban home that I had come from. That was a step down from the house where I had first lived in on getting married but this was a step up from that first house on the edge of a prosperous town. Ruddy heck this place was almost a mansion.
I have been given, a nice large room with room for a double bed and a couple of comfortable chairs either side of a table. Add in a large wardrobe and a dressing table. It shared a bathroom with the room next door. Little did I know that this arrangement was quite deliberate.
Looking out the window I could see large gardens and no other houses in view. This was a quite an isolated house. I went downstairs having put my clothes away and asked Verity what the house rules were.
“Well as you have worked out the other three of us are pretty lax about clothing. Part of the test is that before we give you a dose you will have to put up with living with three kinky tarts for a couple of weeks. Elizabeth, that is the tart down below you saw will want to evaluate you reaction as a normal person first. This means that nothing will happen for a couple of weeks. In the meantime, you will assist in the lab. Apart from developing the d**g we act as a commercial lab doing tests on samples. The lab is in a former barn the other end of the garden.”
“What about when I am not working?”
“Well like any other job your time is your own. Though if you care to spend time with us you get your meals thrown in. Louise is a damn good cook, so the food is superb. The only neighbours immediately around here are Maria and Lenya who live in a flat by the lab. They are both escorts who were again test subjects. You can see out problem we really need to try this stuff out on a good girl not women with little in the way of inhibitions to start with.”
I did see her point and I was that good girl. It was clear that they seemed confident I wouldn’t stay that way. I decided to go for a walk and think things through, what I had witnessed was un-nerving not least my reaction to it.
Well certainly it was a lovely place to live. I found that lab, which also had a gate onto a lane. Not that far down the lane was a village with a nice pub. Since it was open, I popped in and half of cider and thought. I concluded I had a couple of weeks before anything about me changed and in that time, I could make a more permanent decision.
I wandered on my way and found a footpath over the fields down to a pretty stream. This was certainly a lovely area I did wonder if I could bring myself to pull away. Would I care if I became a tart like the rest? I decided to sleep on it but a little voice said that I wouldn’t.
When I got back, I found we have guests for dinner, Maria and Lenya the two escorts that had been mentioned, busty and one blond, one a redhead they were at least fully dressed. The same could not be said for Elizabeth and Louis all they had done was pull on a pullover that just about covered their fannies. This is how they stayed for the evening and later on when all of us were sitting in the large comfortable lounge the others pulled off their jeans and knickers as well.
That was the point where I decided that I should make an excuse and go to my room. I did some internet searches for both jobs and places to live, if I left this place. The results were depressing I was unlikely to get a job that would pay enough to get somewhere half reasonable to live in. As I worked away, I heard a lot of giggling from downstairs that soon changed to sounds that I assumed were passion. I suspected that if I had stayed, I would have been witness to a lesbian orgy.
The next morning was Saturday and I got up late. I wondered what the arrangements for breakfast were but decided to have a shower first. I went to the bathroom door and found in unlocked and made the false assumption that it was empty. The bathroom had doors to both bedrooms with a bolt either side of the door. The idea was supposed to be that when you were in the bathroom you threw the bolt to the opposite bedroom door.
Nice theory and it would work in any other household but not this one in I went and there was Louise in the bath showing off even more than I had seen before. Like all the others she was a busty lady and I was embarrassed that I had noticed this.
“Sorry Jane, I know you are embarrassed but if you are going to live here you will have to get used to seeing naked girls. I went to a girls boarding school so it has never bothered me because it was normal.”
That she had a point I could not deny. After all she was just naked if she had been playing with herself which I suspected she had, she stopped when I started to come in.
“I was going to take a shower, shall I come back or aren’t you bothered.”
“What do you think?”
The reality was that I took a shower with another woman naked in the bath. Louise waited to get out until I had finished my shower so we were drying ourselves together. It bothered me, not least because I got a little thrill out of it.
It was just the four of us as the girls had gone off for a job together. Breakfast was fairly normal though very nice. None of the others was wearing very much but that I expected. I didn’t see any more sex but in the evening we all four went down the pub and the others tops were pretty provocative. When I got downstairs as we were about to go out, I saw just how much cleavage they were showing and to be honest felt frumpy.
“Jane, I know that you are a good girl but would you risk being a little more adventurous I could lend you one of my tops from before I had the boob job. If you are.”
I decided that I really should be less staid. Verity bought down a number of tops and I chose one that showed at least a bit of tit, very adventurous for me but not really that bad, after all I could still wear a bra with it if I wore the one kept for evening dressed. Even I am not that bad.
The night down the pub was fun, the others flirted with the local lads outrageously and Louise even ended up going home with one of them. As we walked home Verity and Elizabeth openly walked with their arms around each other and went upstairs together. I went to my bed on my own knowing that the other two were sharing one. It was a strange feeling but again my reaction was not totally negative.
Louise rocked back about eleven the next morning, clearly from her mood having had a good time. This did prove at least one of those women I was living with was attracted to men. Well from their behaviour I thought it likely that the other two were as well. They certainly hadn’t objected to male attention and surprisingly neither had I. It wasn’t a case of me sitting on the side lines totally disapproving I had been the quiet one but when a lad had tried charming me, I allowed myself to be charmed but no more. I had liked it that he had persisted in a polite way and he at least got a quick kiss.
Then on Monday morning, I started work and found that the job was quite genuine and there was a lot to do. It didn’t take me long to learn what I needed to do. Being organised and methodical was the main requirement and that was something that I was good at. Actually I quite enjoyed it take the sample, record it carefully, do the test required then record the result.
Life settled down and I started to get used to under-dressed women. I was also less and less bothering with the job and house search it was pretty pointless anyway and hardly seemed worth it. I was sort of accepting the way things were
We had a warm snap and the house had an outdoor pool I suspect for my sake they wore bikini bottoms though they were so tiny that they were hardly worth the trouble. The first day I wore a top but then decided that exchange for that compromise to my sensibilities in a spirit of adventure I removed my top as well.
In the evening it was not just us but a number of out neighbours as well who took advantage of the pool. Whilst not all had big busts every one was topless. I was quite glad I had plucked up the courage. The nightly pool parties did mean that I was making friends though. Lorraine in particular seemed a very nice girl but gave me somewhat of a surprise when from being a ‘B’ cup on Thursday she was a double ‘D’ on Friday.
“You had them done then, congratulations. I think Nancy is tempted as well.”
“Well once you have fixed our inhibitions it is the next logical step.”
Both Lorraine and by implication Nancy had also had the experimental treatment. Later on, I caught Lorraine kissing Louise so she was clearly bi as well.
I had been studied and asked a lot of questions by Elizabeth who was trying to assess what she called a baseline. What was complicating things was that living there appeared to be corrupting me without any help from d**gs. I had voluntary chose to swim topless and I was getting less and less fussed about girls doing it together. Yes, that first day had not been a one off I had seen a fair amount of girl sex and was getting less and less bothered by it.
“What it comes down to Verity is that unless you want some kind of control you need to give Jane the dose now before she decides that she wants to try screwing women as well.”
I blushed at this but knew that it wasn’t totally unreasonable. I was beginning to suspect that I was bi and that it was only my repressed upbringing that was stopping me experimenting. I was beginning to like the idea of losing my inhibitions and becoming like the others.
This was accepted and we decided to carry out the experiment the next day. It was fairly quiet when it came to the lab tests so the plan was that I would take the dose and then take the afternoon off with the expectation that I was going to join the rest of them in being a sex mad tart.
I got through all my tests as the others completed their tasks. There was a discernible air of excitement as we went back to the house. I noticed that all three of them were wearing boots beneath their skirts. I know from other times that whilst they looked respectable, they were really tall and incredibly sexy.
These women were clearly hoping to get me into bed. What is more I realised that I now hoped that they would succeed and that I would not be bothered by it. I wanted to become a tart like the rest of them. I think they had waited too long but kept my mouth shut.
The injection was carried out by a nurse who the lab employed on occasions and was it turned out a recipient of an earlier version. Grace was yet another one of the local tarts. I did wonder just how many experiments had been carried out in the village.
“How long does it take?”
“Not long. When you are no longer bothered by the idea then I want you to take off your clothes.”
I raised an eyebrow and smiled at the way they would determined success. Sweet little old me getting naked voluntarily.
If I was honest, I think I had got to that stage when I started swimming topless. Still I thought about it for the moment it did seem rather daring. After a few minutes that being daring seemed rather silly to me. Would it bother me to be nude? The answer was no. Would being the subject of these women’s sexual attentions bother me. Hell yes, I wanted them to. Clearly it was working so I started to remove my clothes as sensually as possible.
The first one was Louise, who came forward to kiss me something that I returned with enthusiasm. I also removed her dress as the rest of the vultures descended. I was snogging anyone I could get my lips on. In a very short time I was naked, quickly followed by the others. I felt lips touch my slit and start kissing and nibbling. It felt so very nice indeed. They really knew what they were doing, it was Verity I realised, but soon I lost interest in anything other than the orgasm that was coursing through my body.
When I came down and was able to pay attention to the world again, I found that Elizabeth had replaced Verity and Grace the nurse and Louise were sucking on my tits. Louise was putting on a strap on. The second climax of the afternoon was from her fucking me. I was definelty enjoying this lezzie stuff.
“Let’s go out to the pool it is lovely and warm again and the others will want to play with our latest tart.”
That we did and I soon discovered that all those who they had tried the serum out on, were every bit as sex mad as we were. Yes I included myself in sex mad I was feeling so randy and it was absolutely wonderful.
What was not clear before hand was whether it just disposed of inhibitions or was also an aphrodisiac. I had never had much of a sex drive up until then but equally I had not really thought of girls. Perhaps the problem was that I was a lesbian and not into men.
I soon learnt a new level of kink and naughtiness. Because some of the other women who had been around for a swim before were there and not that surprisingly they quickly lost their bikini bottoms. Louise decided that I should match the rest and have a shaved pussy. Doing this took some time and I was lying on my back so I didn’t notice that some of our friends had disappeared off.
However, when I was bald as a coot, down below I started looking around me. Lorraine had nipped home in the meantime, grabbed Nancy and returned wearing latex boots and gloves. Elizabeth was wearing red PVC ones with Grace in matching white ones. It was only myself and Verity currently there who were did not have the entire length of their limbs covered in plastic or rubber. Grace came back out of the house in white latex.
It was clearly the local fashion the kinky cows. This went beyond being uninhibited but I found I liked it. As I watched Verity put on black PVC gloves and followed it by boots. Then Louise presented me with a box; I had a feeling I knew what it contained.
“Look darling you must have worked out what a kinky bunch we are though leather is as popular as plastic and rubber. But around the pool they are far better if we indulge in aquatic sex. So be a good tart and put these on.”
I was as requested a good tart. Mine were the same, black PVC that went the entire length of my arms and legs. Suitably attired I joined in a very enthusiastic lesbian orgy in the course of which I discovered I liked anal sex as well. Also, the question about whether I was bi or a lesbian was answered when some of the men came home from work and joined us together with the professional tarts. I enjoy being fucked by a big fat cock attached to a hunk who knows how to use it.
In the course of that evening I became clear just how much I had changed, highly sexed and as billed, uninhibited. I was up for anything. Spit roast, double fucked, fisting. I tried underwater and it was fun of not terribly practical
The previous night was the last one of me sleeping alone as Louise and I shared a bed from them on, though not just the two of us necessarily. The next time she met her friend from the pub he had the pleasure of both of us.
Non the less there was a serious attempt to work out what we had learnt from corrupting me. The conclusion was that I was almost certainly always bi but had been to up tight to realise it. Whether however I was highly sexed was less certain. The kinkiness was probably down to the others liking that sort of thing and without inhibitions me joining in. The fact was that this ‘draft’ had turned me from an uptight and repressed woman into a too sex mad slut in less than twenty minutes.
I learnt that quite a sizable amount of the single and couples without c***dren had been given a dose. The evidence now pointed to the draft as it was called for lack of a better name was an aphrodisiac as well. It also seemed to completely remove any kind of sexual jealousy. The married couples who had taken it all not only happily swung but got a kick out of their partners sleeping with others.
I wasn’t the last one to be corrupted by any means. One of our friends who were outwardly very respectable encouraged first their older daughter to take in and then when she was eight-teen the younger. The results were pretty much the same as with me, the fairly innocent younger daughter was instantly as bad as her sister, parents and friends.
Having become a tart, I set about completing the job. I dressed like the others or more frequently un-dressed like the others and within a month had my breasts enlarged like the rest. Quite a lot of my disposable income went on buying pretty sexy clothes.
We never did get it sorted out so we could sell it commercially but we continued to add to our group of happy strumpets on occasion. I was the happiest I had been in my life.
Virginia
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