Artificial Affection

It sounds like a lie but I was so close to developing a real-life love potion. Obviously, it wouldn’t work exactly how it does in the movies and it was created using science, not magic, so it’s more of a chemical than a potion. Regardless, I was close to making it a reality! There were several problems with it that I had to work out and if I did I knew it’s use would still be unethical.

“Finish your love potion yet Joey?” Victoria teased. Her big, brown eyes glowed with excitement. She wasn’t excited about my work, she was looking forward to messing with me. We worked together at a lab on campus for a part time job. We’re both seniors in college and this job will definitely look good on our resume. Everyday she’d make fun of me and bust my chops constantly. Victoria, or Vic as I called her, wasn’t mean she was just playful. She was also the only one who knew about my “love potion” project. I’m pretty sure the only reason she didn’t have a problem with it was because she thought it was ridiculous nonsense that’ll never work. If our boss found out I’d be fired. We were not allowed to use the lab’s resources for anything other than the task at hand, therefore, my little chemical side project had to remain well hidden.

“It’s not exactly a love potion and yeah it’s coming along. I think I’m almost done actually.”

Vic just laughed. She didn’t know I was serious. “Well don’t test it on me. Last thing I want is to be drooling over a guy like you!”

“Ha! Don’t flatter yourself, I don’t want that either,” I replied quickly.

Vic smacked her own ass and made a face. “If it’s not to seduce my spicy self then who is it for?” Vic joked. Although she was just trying to be funny it was kinda hot when Victoria slapped her ass. I didn’t have feelings for her but she was quite attractive. There were times I found myself staring at her generous tits stretching out her lab coat. Other than that I’d say there was nothing between us. She was way too sassy for my taste, always messing with me. It’s a shame. She had long brown hair, dark brown eyes, a flawless face and a very curvy figure. Her body was always completely covered up with us working in a lab and all. That did little to hide her excellent boobs though, they had to be at least a D cup but as a male I honestly had no clue. Victoria is half Ecuadorian and half white, giving her beautiful tan skin and an exotic look. She would definitely be my type if it wasn’t for her personality. It’s hard to fall for someone who insults you every second even if it’s in a playful manner.

“It’s not for someone in particular, I just wanted to see if I could make it,” I lied.

“Oh yeah sure, what’s her name?”

Vic wasn’t convinced. The truth was I had no idea what I would do with it if it worked. There was a specific woman who inspired me to make it but that’s it. She was just an inspiration, not a target… right? I had no clue what I would do with it if it worked. It’s so taboo, so powerful and wrong. Then again it would be a waste not to use it though, wouldn’t it?

“There was a certain someone who made me wish I had a love potion but I’m not going to use it on her,” I confessed.

“Bullshit! Gimme more details,” Victoria pried.

“It’s Monet from biological chemistry. She’s so hot but she never stays single for long. I remember sitting in class and thinking ‘if only I had something to make her fall in love with me instantly, before she gets into another relationship’ and that’s what inspired me to make this,” I explained while gesturing to an Erlenmeyer flask filled with a pink liquid. “I’m not gonna use it on her though. I respect free will… this project is just… out of curiosity… for science!” I added.

Vic didn’t seem to accept that. “Yeah sure,” she sighed. A huge smirk crept across her face. “Monet… hmmm. Monet Antar?” Vic questioned.

“Yes,” I confirmed.

“Oh so you’re an ass man huh?” Vic teased.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Monet? Come on! I might be straight but I’m not blind! Monet has a massive bubble butt!” Vic practically yelled. I’d never seen her so excited.

“Yeah but just because I like her doesn’t mean I have a thing for asses” I countered.

Vic wasn’t backing down. She stopped cleaning the area under the hood and turned to me. “Nuh uh! It totally means that because she doesn’t have any tits. No way you’d go for a girl without tits if you liked boobs more than a heart-shaped ass!”

I blushed. What was going on. Vic had never talked about tits or ass or anything like this before. “She, uh, she has boobs, Vic,” I stammered.

“Yeah, no, she has like B cups, those are breasts. I have double D’s, now those are real yiddies!” Vic laughed. I couldn’t believe how open she was being. Did she just randomly tell me her bra size? Was she bragging about her boobs? What a strange girl.

“B’s are fine and so are smaller breasts,” I argued. Why was I still arguing? There was no point.

“Yeah, they’re big enough if you’re an ass man, exactly my point,” Vic beamed as if she was right. “You can’t deny it. She probably gets stuck whenever she sits down in that lecture hall, those seats are tiny! I notice how all her shorts look like they’re seconds away from tearing. You can’t be into her and not be an ass man!”

“Please stop,” I gushed. I was starting to get an erection. A pretty woman like Victoria talking about Monet’s ass was too much for me. “I like both, she just happens to be ummm ‘well developed’ in one area more than the other.”

“Ok,” Vic replied unconvinced. She went back to cleaning the hood. A few minutes of silence passed when Vic started up again. “So this potion thing you took forever to make but aren’t gonna use… how does it work?”

I had no idea. I knew how it was supposed to work though. “Well it’s a retroviral virus that will insert a new code of DNA into every cell of that person’s body. That permanently alters the DNA. The added segment is from ferrets. You see, female ferrets are some pretty horny creatures. They actually die if they don’t mate when they go into heat. This chemical, when ingested, will give a woman a similar feeling except won’t be at risk of dying. She’ll only feel intensely horny and feel as if it’s life or death that she get with a man immediately even though there are no consequences if she doesn’t.”

Victoria giggled. “Ferrets? Where did you get the DNA of… oh wait last months experiments… still it sounds like a ‘get laid potion’ not a ‘love’ potion,” she corrected.

“Yeah it’s not finished yet. I think the idea is that if we hookup we might form a real connection. Or if I could make it so that the need to mate will be altered to a need for me. I don’t know how to make it so the person falls for me specifically and not just horny in general. I also don’t know how to get someone to take it in a safe way that would also work.”

Victoria cocked her head. She stopped cleaning again. “That’s easy! You can add your own DNA into it. Make it so the woman doesn’t only crave sex, she craves your specific pheromones, nobody else’s! If you edit the ferret genes for that adjustment then you’ve labeled yourself as the male target. Also keeping in line with the pheromones part. If you make your potion into a gas it can be ingested through the nasal passages which are more directly connected to the brain. That’ll speed up the effect and ensure a small, safe dosage.”

I was shocked. Would that work? Did I have the tools in this lab to make those changes? Most importantly, did Victoria just help me make a love potion?

“I could do it. You clean the rest of the lab I’ve got this,” Victoria commanded. She stole my flask before I could protest. I’d never seen her so confident before. It was only a few minutes ago that she thought my project was a dumb joke. Now she was finishing it for me. Life is strange. Not as strange as her though.

Our shift had ended. The sun was going down on our cold Virginia campus. Victoria finally let her hair down once free from the lab. She elbowed me hard in the gut.

“Ow,” I blurted.

“Shhhh!” Vic whispered, “take this.”

I peered down to find her sneakily handing me a large test tube filled with magenta liquid. She held it close to her coat pocket so nobody could see. I took it from her and placed it immediately in my jacket pocket. I glanced back. There was nobody in the hallway.

“It’s finished. It works like a cologne. I couldn’t find a better way to deliver it. Put on a small amount so it’s just enough for Monet to smell it and nobody else. You don’t have to be sneaky just put a small drop on your wrist and once it gets into the air, ask if she likes your new cologne. Hold out your wrist and she’ll sniff it. It’ll work perfectly,” Victoria assured in a hushed tone. She never made eye contact. She hurried forward as if we were being followed. It made me feel like we were in a spy movie. Everything was so quiet and low key.

“Wow, thanks? I’m not gonna use-“ Vic cut me off. Just before we walked out the door and parted ways she stared at me.

“It’s gonna work. Do exactly what I said. I hope Monet’s snatch is as good as you imagine!” She winked. Her eyes danced in the dim winter sunset. Vic smiled an enormous white ray of light then dashed away. I didn’t have time to reply. What the fuck did she just say? She wants me to get with Monet? She didn’t word it like that but… wow. Victoria has no filter. That was the strangest and yet nicest interaction I ever had with her. I didn’t intend to use the potion or cologne but Vic gave me her blessing and she made it for me… what the fuck do I do?

It was a brisk ten minute walk home which meant it felt like a year. I thought about Monet the entire time. I had the biggest crush on her and despite what Vic says it wasn’t because of her ass. Monet is almost my height, I’m six feet tall, and she is an Egyptian goddess! Yes she is named after a French artist or something like that but she told me she’s 100% Egyptian. I’m from a predominantly white neighborhood so I’d never met an Egyptian person before. I know that sounds odd but what I mean is that really highlights her uniqueness in my mind. Her long slightly curly black hair, her gold colored skin. I don’t know what Cleopatra looked like but in the media she looks hot so to me Monet is my Cleopatra. Either that or she’s my Egyptian goddess. Well… she’s not mine… I stared down at the test tube in my grasp… but she could be. That tall golden woman could really be mine. This formula has the power to make her like me instantly. I could be cuddling her every night. Every soft curve would be mine to rub and hold. Her bright, full, rose red lips would be mine to kiss. Her luminous white smile would be lighting my way every day. She really had the best smile, it’s her best feature. Monet has a perfect face that seemingly begs to be kissed. Lastly, as Victoria may have mentioned, Monet has one great ass. She’s a real skinny gal so I don’t know where it came from but her ass and thighs are thick as hell. Monet has wide hips that compliment her butt beautifully. Earlier in the semester when it was warmer she wore these jean shorts that had me floored. I’ve never seen a bottom so perfectly round and huge, yet, fit in with her thin body so well. There were times when it would peak out of the bottom part of her shorts because it was so big.

“Fuck,” I thought as I walked up to my apartment, “I don’t know what to do with this cologne.” I was torn. I thought the world of Monet. I wanted to be with her so badly. I also didn’t want to be an evil jerk who captures a woman using some concoction created in a lab to force her to be with me. My head spun. My thoughts played tug ‘o war in my head, each side of right and wrong and do and don’t were just as strong. It seemed like it would never end.

The door to my apartment unlocked before I could touch it. My cousin welcomed me in. “How was work?” she greeted happily. My cousin Avery lives with me. I used to have a male roommate who was my best friend but he moved out early on in the semester to live with his girlfriend. We haven’t spoken since. He never made any attempts to stay in touch either. When he left he really screwed me over too. My apartment was meant for two people. I couldn’t afford to pay rent on my own. I needed a new roommate fast and none of my friends needed housing as the semester had already started. Lucky for me my cousin Avery fell upon some bad luck. She goes to the same college as me and she’s a senior like me, but she’s a year older because she took a gap year after high school. What did she do during that gap year, no clue. What happened this year was that she lived in a house with her sorority sisters to start off the school year. Out of nowhere they kicked her out. Only one girl is on the lease for the house and all others pay her monthly for the rent. A bedroom in the sorority house is always in high demand so it was easy for her to get kicked out at the end of the month. This happened a few weeks after my ex best friend moved out so we ended up living together. I have someone to pay the other half of the rent and she has a place to live. Never found out what she got kicked out for.

I quietly slipped the test tube into my jeans pocket. “Work was the same old boring thing,” I lied.

“Ugh, science majors, how do you not wanna die?” Avery groaned. Avery was an art major. She consistently makes fun of me because I’m always busy and always studying. Somehow she believes her major is harder. Until she takes Calculus two, three and four, I think she should shut up. I can’t do what she does and she could never do what I do. Let’s leave it at that.

“I do wanna die,” I replied jokingly.

Avery laughed and lead me into the kitchen area. “I made dinner for myself an hour ago. You can have the leftovers, it’s tacos!” she cheered.

“Thanks, I’m gonna put my pajamas on first,” I called as I headed to our bedroom. Yeah I said ‘our’ bedroom. We share a bedroom. The apartment has one bathroom, a living room that’s combined with a kitchen area and one bedroom with two beds each on opposite sides of the room. The apartment was meant for two people of the same gender like most apartments near campus. That became apparent more and more each day. Now it was clear this situation was not ideal. Avery is having a hard time finding a boyfriend and I’m having a hard time getting a girlfriend because everyone is always put off by our opposite gender roommate. I thought most people wouldn’t care and think nothing of it because she’s family. This is not the case. Instead when people find out they instantly think of incest and tease me relentlessly as banjo music plays in their heads. I don’t blame them though, because I saw it coming. Avery is drop dead gorgeous. She’s half Italian, like me, and half Spanish, not like me. Her skin color wavers from a light white to a nice olive. Meanwhile, I’m always white. I can’t tan for shit. Avery was blessed with her genes. We share a bathroom so I know she doesn’t use anything to make her skin flawless or to make her long black hair thick, and silky. There’s nothing real unique about her figure. Her curves are all pretty average, decent butt, decent boobs and even a small tummy. Her belly wasn’t chubby, it practically didn’t even exist, it was simply rounder than Monet’s who has a flat stomach. That reminded me Victoria actually has abs… fuck her, what the hell, how? Anyway, my male friends try their best to come hangout at my place just to stare at Avery. It’s annoying. They also tell me I’m lucky I live with a girl like that and that never fails to creep me out. I need better friends. I felt the test tube in my pocket. Did I even deserve better friends?

Living with Avery has left me with little privacy and therefore, few places to hide the cologne. Somehow it ended up in my backpack. It wasn’t there so I could take it to biological chemistry class tomorrow and use it on Monet. I put it there so I could keep it safe, keep an eye on it. That was what I told myself at least.

Hours later Avery came in to change for bed just as I had pulled the covers over me. I couldn’t sleep. I was tormented thinking about the cologne. While my thoughts spun out of control my body didn’t move. That meant my head and eyes were locked forward while my mind was elsewhere. They happened to be locked on Avery… as she changed. I didn’t do it in purpose and honestly I’d seen her change all the time and vice versa but this time I was staring directly at her not even trying to look at anything else. My brain didn’t even register what I was looking at, I was so wrapped up in my thoughts.

“You alright?” Avery asked. She snapped me out of my trance. I suddenly realized how long I’d been staring at her and that she currently wasn’t wearing a shirt. Her belly and boobs were much whiter than the rest of her. I wasn’t sure how that was possible with Christmas around the corner and the sun hibernating but that’s what I saw. Avery was wearing a bright lime green sports bra that squished her tits to her chest making them appear smaller than they really were. She informed me that she used to take her bra off immediately after coming in for the night, now that she lives with me she keeps it on. I told her to do whatever she wants because we’re stuck together for the next semester too but she claimed, “we’re not there yet,” meaning she isn’t comfortable doing so around me right now. I don’t care what she does though I wish she’d stop blaming me for it. I don’t check her out so it’s literally got nothing to do with me.

“Yeah I’m ok. Sorry I was just lost in thought,” I sighed and turned away.

“What gives? You never stare at me while I change. Are you horny or something?” Avery asked. She acted like it was a perfectly normal question. Completely causal.

“Excuse me? Are YOU ok?” I questioned astounded.

“What? I’m not an idiot. I might be family but I’m still female, I understand. Do you want me to watch tv in the living room for a bit while you, um, relieve yourself?” Avery stared me straight in the eye while holding her pajama top in her hands.

“Avery what the fuck?”

“Oh please everyone does it and I’d rather you take care of it than gawk at me.”

“Whoah what the actual fuck?”

Avery put on her shirt and flopped into bed. “Alright fine, act like you don’t know what I’m talking about. You know I’ve seen the search history on our smart tv. I know you do it so deny all you want. I’m just trying to be a chill opposite gender roommate.” With that she took off her bra without removing her shirt and threw it at me. It hit the side of my bed before falling to the floor. She’s gotten more open with leaving dirty clothes and underwear on the floor at times. I’m guilty of this too but she never threw it at me before. Avery was definitely getting more comfortable with our living situation.

Time doesn’t stop. Before I knew it, I was heading to bio chem. That meant seeing a certain person and making a specific decision. Actually, it was more like the biggest test of self control ever. In my backpack I had the key to an instant relationship with Monet but it was morally wrong to use it. My hands were shaking. Monet was already seated in her usual spot. I took my seat next to her.

“Hey Joey! How are you doing?” she asked. A lock of hair fell in front of her face. She brushed it aside and smiled joyfully.

“I’m, uh, great!” I stuttered nervously. I’m usually not this much of a wreck around her but I couldn’t focus.

“Professor dumbass is literally putting me to sleep and we’re only minutes into the lecture,” Monet sighed. She propped her head up with her hand, leaning on the tiny armrest. It looked like she was seconds away from falling asleep.

“How are you feeling?” I asked curiously as it was rare for her to be so quiet. She didn’t respond. “Fuck,” I thought, “maybe I do need to use the cologne. I’m like a mirage to her.”

Ten minutes passed. Monet dropped her pen while nodding off to sleep. I picked it up for her and handed it back. By doing this, I woke her up.

“What happened?” she blinked sleepily.

“Here, you dropped your pen,” I replied cheerfully. She half smiled and took her pen. It was clear she would’ve rather had been asleep than be awake with her pen taking notes. I’m such an idiot. Why did I pick up her pen and wake her up; it’s like a middle school flirting move. Monet couldn’t care less. Damn this going horribly.

“Oooooh,” Monet moaned. It wasn’t a sexual moan, she was moaning from how bored she was. She desperately wanted to leave or sleep. Unfortunately, my cock didn’t know the difference, her moans made me instantly hard. “Oooh,” she moaned again. It was getting harder and harder to control myself. I stared down at my backpack. The cologne is right inside there and Monet is right next to me. Why did I bring it? It’s so difficult to stay strong. “Uhhhhh,” Monet moaned yet again. She kept making noise and tried to shift in her seat to be able to sleep. I couldn’t take it anymore. I was fully erect from the sexy sounds she was making. I reached down to my backpack and swiftly pulled out the test tube. Pinkish magenta liquid glowed within the tube. It was almost as if it was beckoning me, begging to be used.

I glanced over at Monet. She was resting her head in her hands again, eyes closed, completely oblivious to the test tube in my grasp. The olive green tank top she wore rode up enough to show a thin sliver of flat sexy belly. Vic was somewhat correct, Monet had smaller tits than I remembered but they looked incredible and perky in her top. Looking back toward her exposed golden belly button I could see just how pear shaped she was. Her thicc thighs stretched the fabric of her blue jeans. She was wearing the style of jeans that had holes and rips. One of the holes happened to be right on her thigh which revealed light gold flesh tugging at the strands of material running across the rip. My dick was making all of my decisions. Knowing that, I acted quickly before my conscience could stop me. As quietly as possible I pulled the rubber stopper out of the test tube. Vic stated it was used like a cologne so I dabbed a generous amount onto my fingers and patted it onto my neck. I used a bit too much so I rubbed the rest on my wrists and rubbed my wrists together to get it to dry.

I nervously looked back at Monet. Her eyes were still closed. My eyes darted frantically around the room. Paranoia was getting to me big time. It seemed like nobody caught me. I silently slipped the test tube filled with the remaining cologne back into my backpack. My heart pounded out of my chest. My heartbeat was so heavy I swore other people could hear it. I checked to see if Monet could hear it. Of course she didn’t, nobody could. I realized I had stopped breathing. Slowly, I regained my composure, took in a few deep breaths. I looked back over at Monet. Nothing was happening. Did I just get freaked out for no reason? Did this thing not even work? It’s not like we were able to test it. It probably didn’t work.

Just as I thought that, I began to see the cologne take effect. Monet sat still with her eyes closed. Gradually two little dots formed on her shirt. It was her nipples! They were becoming erect and creating bumps on her top. They grew, and grew, and grew until they were plainly visible to anyone. I’d never seen a woman with erect nipples poking at her clothes like this before. I felt my cock jump.

Suddenly, Monet’s eyes shot open. She no longer slumped over and now sat up straight, wide awake. I tried not to look but out of the corner of my eyes I could see Monet blush before adjusting her bra. It didn’t fix her problem. She squirmed in her seat. Seconds ago she was barely awake and now she was moving, fidgeting and bursting with energy. It was like watching an excited puppy try to sit still. Monet was all over the place wiggling in her seat. I tapped her on the shoulder and pretended not to notice her boobs or her constant movement. “Hey I gotta new cologne how do you like it?” I asked remembering Vic’s instructions. I held out my right wrist to her.

Monet was breathing heavily. Her chest heaved in and out, emphasizing her erect nipples. Without saying a word she grabbed my arm. Her long, hot pink acrylic nails dug into me. They contrasted beautifully with her skin. She brought my arm up to her face and sniffed it while leaning in. She immediately let go and sat up straight. “Sorry that was weird,” Monet choked out.

“What was? Are you ok?” I asked concerned.

“I didn’t mean to grab you like that… that was,” Monet stopped mid sentence. She wouldn’t look at me. From the profile view I had of her I could see just how heavy she was breathing. She didn’t speak or look my way. It was like she was in a trance. Her chest rose and fell repeatedly as she tried to catch her breath.

“Are you alright?” I asked starting to feel guilty.

That’s when she snapped. In that moment the old Monet was gone forever. She didn’t answer my question. Instead she grabbed my hand and blurted out, “come with me!” Monet pulled me out of my seat. I hardly had time to pick up my backpack, she yanked me out of the lecture hall so fast. I could barely keep up with her in the hallway. People were staring at us. She was making a scene. By then we were holding hands as she sped walked outside. My feet stumbled as she tugged on my hand.

“Where are we going?” I asked. My mind was racing faster than our feet.

Monet stopped. After speed walking her chest was rising and falling even faster. Her face glistened slightly with sweat. “We’re going to my dorm,” she answered plainly.

“Um, why?” I questioned innocently.

“Because I’ve never felt so horny before in my life. I need to fuck the shit outta you. That ok?” Monet asked sarcastically. She rubbed sweat off of her brow. Her chest heaved.

“Yes,” I replied in shock.

The cologne was definitely working. Monet was turned on and wanted to fuck me. My dick was too hard for me to feel guilty about using the cologne. I was about to have sex with Monet. It wasn’t clear how I’d be able to turn this crazy hookup into a relationship but I wasn’t even thinking about that in the moment.

We flew through the door to Monet’s dorm room. She was a senior but still lived in a dorm. That meant she had a roommate. Monet and I stared at the skinny, little Asian girl sitting on a bed. She peered up at us and noticed Monet was holding my hand. “Scram Jasmine,” Monet ordered. The girl got up with a huff and marched out of the room.

“That was kinda rude, was that your roommate?” It was a dumb question but Monet didn’t seem to hear me anyway. She locked the door and slid the chain over preventing even her roommate from entering. Next thing I knew a shirt dropped to the floor. I looked down. It was mine. Monet was pawing all over me, yanking off my clothes. “Woah, what’s gotten into you?” I asked as if I didn’t know.

“I’m so fucking wet,” Monet whined. It sounded like she was pleading. The cologne was stronger than I thought. She was a maniac. Monet clutched her shirt at the bottom and whipped it off. Her breasts were restrained in a black bra that squeezed them tightly. They were on the smaller side but were still perfect to get a handful. Her bra definitely helped make them look amazing. Vic can fuck off, Monet had great tits. There they were, bouncing right in front of me as she removed her bra. Golden tits with brownish nipples. My eyes drifted down to her flat belly. She was so skinny it barely rose when she breathed. My eyes ventured further down to watch as Monet took off her jeans. She had to do a sexy little shimmy and shake to get them off of her humongous ass. My dick twitched. That’s when I noticed Monet had taken off all of my clothes. When I looked back at her she was fully nude too. Damn, she was fast. I’d never seen a porno where they disrobe so quick.

Monet bit her bright cherry lips. “Get on my fucking bed!” Monet ordered. She wasn’t messing around. It was so hot how badly she wanted me.

I did as I was told and Monet immediately followed me, her ass quaking the entire time she climbed onto her bed. I was on my back staring deep in her dark brown eyes as I felt her warm, smooth thighs surround mine. At last she hoisted herself up and impaled her hot dripping pussy with my cock. She rocked back and forth, bucked up and down. I could feel her tight pussy throbbing. Monet gasped. She threw her head back with her eyes closed as she bounced on me. Her tits jumped in place. Her thick ass slapped me with every motion. I closed my eyes for a second. I was in heaven.

Monet began picking up the pace. She leaned forward and bit her bright red lips before moaning again. It felt like she was about to either explode or scream any second. I reached out and squeezed her tits. The sudden feeling of both my hands encompassing the entirety of both her breasts caused Monet to lose it even more. She bucked more forcefully, making her ass constantly ripple, producing loud smacking sounds. She yelled, moaned, gasped and squeaked. It was easily the best sex I’d ever had. It wasn’t too long before I felt an orgasm rising. It felt like my cock and balls were swelling each time Monet’s sweet pussy slammed down. I was close. I glanced at Monet’s lovely ass while I felt up her tits. There was no way I was going to let myself cum before touching that fat ass. My hands shot down to cup as much golden ass flesh as I could. Of course Monet’s butt was too big to simply cup. I had to slide my hands all over to explore just how large, round, and thick her ass was. Monet moaned every time I squeezed her creamy body.

“I’m… I’m… I’m gonna cummmmm,” Monet panted. Her face scrunched up adorably. I felt my own orgasm come on full force. My cock swelled as it pumped blast after blast of hot cum deep into Monet’s thirsty pussy. She seemed to slow down and carefully slam herself down in rhythm with each burst of cum. Monet’s face relaxed, her pussy tightened. It felt like her body was naturally trying to get my cum as deep in her womb as possible. Monet gradually came to a stop around the same time as my cock stopped pumping her full of cum. She gasped the whole time. I rubbed my hands over her soft thighs. Monet opened her eyes. She breathed deeply before sliding off me and laying on top of me. I loved feeling her body pressed against me, especially her tits. Although she had just climaxed I could feel her pelvis humping me a little as she laid upon me.

“Was… was it ok to cum in you?” I asked way too late. My voice was rough and heavy.

Monet opened her eyes and stroked her long black hair. “I know we’re both clean but if you’re talking pregnancy-wise then no that wasn’t a good move. Gotta say, I’m not even worried. I’ve never experienced anything like this. I’m not the slightest bit less horny so I say let’s go as many rounds as we can, you’ve already cum in me so more isn’t gonna matter. Let’s worry about that tomorrow, ok?” Monet breathed. Her erect nipples poked my body. She really was just as turned on as before. Lucky for her, so was I. I’d never cum in someone unprotected before. There was something so taboo and sexy about it. I felt like… I had to do it again.

Monet kissed and sucked my neck. It only took a few seconds before I was ready to pound her into the mattress. We ended up going at it for hours. I think it was eleven at night before we were both done. That meant I was there for about five hours. Was that even possible? I came inside Monet each time. I lost track of how many times I pumped her womb full of my seed. I wasn’t the only one turned on by cumming inside her, Monet loved it too. She begged me to fill her up. It was the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard a woman say. I knew I’d remember this night for the rest of my life. My favorite memory might have been smacking her fat ass doggy style while I groped her thick round asschecks. She moaned and screamed in ecstasy making me cum far within her. She pressed her face into a pillow and strangled the bed sheets with her hands. Her enormous heart-shaped ass presented beautifully in front of me. I squeezed, slapped and rubbed that golden butt for hours. When she rolled over onto her back I still didn’t stop. It was harder to reach her ass so I played with her tits and thick thighs. Everywhere was so soft. Monet lifted her creamy legs up so I could penetrate her deeply. She begged me to go harder and be rougher. I gripped her thighs and pounded mercilessly. Monet went silent. She was climaxing so frequently she couldn’t breathe, moan or speak. Once she rode the waves of her orgasm she had to catch her breath. She stared up at me, her big, dark eyes pleading for me to cum. I held on tight to her incredible, wide hips. Her big hips and thick ass and thighs made Monet look like she was built for breeding. Maybe that’s why it felt so good to cum in her. She was made for it. It’s just naturally amazing. I blasted her full of cum with every forceful thrust. Monet gasped and squirmed. She bit her radiant lips and rolled her eyes back. I think she came more than I did. I wish it didn’t have to end but I didn’t want to obliterate my cock. I wanted to be able to have sex again someday so I had to call it quits and give myself a break.

Monet hopped off her bed. Her bubble butt jiggled when she landed. She stared back at her bed. It was drenched. We ruined the sheets with hours of sweaty sex, both of us cumming repeatedly. “I should clean this up before my roommate comes back,” Monet thought out loud. She turned to me. She brushed her hair behind her to look at me clearly. “I don’t know what came over me but I’m not complaining, that was the best sex I’d ever had in my life!” Monet beamed.

I was so lost in my feelings for Monet that I never imagined sex with her would be astounding for more reasons than it simply being with her. It was way better than I could’ve foreseen.

“You should probably leave before my roommate kills you. It literally reeks of sex in here,” Monet laughed.

“Is this a trap? You don’t want me to stay?” I questioned cautiously.

Monet smiled. I’ll never get over how her bright white teeth, neon red lips and golden skin compliment each other so well. “No it’s fine, I’d feel awkward with you here while my roommate is. I’m also dead tired and if the last few hours were any clue, you’re gonna keep me up all night… maybe some other time though? That does sound nice.” Monet smirked.

“Yes of course Cleopatra,” I replied with a nod.

She laughed, causing her ass to shake. “Did you call me that because I’m Egyptian? Is that all you know about Egypt?” Monet quizzed.

“No, I know more… something about pyramids, pharaohs, mummies and cats or shit right?” I joked. Luckily, she had a good sense of humor and laughed.

“Yeah, you might be missing some details there but it’s a good start. You’ll just have to spend more time with me, you’ll get there,” Monet winked.

“I’m looking forward to it.”

I was slightly upset I couldn’t stay the night with Monet. However, I kept thinking about the amazing marathon of sex we had and I literally wouldn’t change a thing. It was only eleven thirty by the time I got back to my apartment. That’s insane, I spent five hours with her, it felt like forever and I could’ve stayed longer it wasn’t even midnight. At least there was plenty of time to sleep and recover from that wild Monet. I’m sure my dick would be glad I gave it a break. That would be the worst place to feel sore. I cringed just thinking about it.

I opened the door to my apartment to find Avery on the couch watching tv. “What are you still doing up?” I asked.

“It’s only eleven thirty something. Since when are either of us asleep by then, you fuck!” Avery shot back sarcastically. She never broke eye contact with the tv. It was some science show about crime.

“Is that the best insult you have?”

“It’s been a long day, I’m off my game,” Avery sighed. I walked past her to put my backpack away. I heard her sniff the air. When I turned around she was waving her hand in front of her face while pinching her nose. “Woah, were you exercising? You need to shower!” Avery commented. I blushed. At least she didn’t know why I stank. I didn’t respond. I listened and took a shower right away.

When I got out of the shower I put my pajamas on and went to get a quick snack. “Come join me!” Avery called from the couch.

“Ok, I’ll make us some popcorn.” I got out the bag, microwaved it, and set us up with a big bowl of popcorn. Avery patted the couch. I took a seat on the opposite end from her. “Is this a movie?” I asked realizing it was no longer the same show from earlier.

“Yeah, it’s a horror movie if that’s ok?”

“No it’s fine,” I smiled. I actually really didn’t like horror movies but it didn’t matter. I was just going to think about Monet the whole time. Nothing seemed real about that night. I needed time for my brain to process that it actually happened. I hooked up with Monet. She said she wanted to do it again too. The guilt from using the cologne started to fade away. In fact, I hardly thought about it.

Ten minutes went by and we were already out of popcorn. I was so absorbed in my thoughts that I didn’t have a clue what was happening in the movie. Avery had turned off all the lights in the apartment. She wanted to make the horror movie as scary as possible. I watched the bluish light from the tv flicker on Avery’s face. Her dark eyes reflected the tv perfectly. Suddenly, I realized something off about Avery. Her nipples were erect. They were poking at the fabric similar to how Monet’s were in bio chem but to a lesser degree. I took a shower when I got home and I had sex with Monet for hours… she couldn’t have smelled the cologne, could she? Avery did audibly sniff when I returned earlier. Maybe the cologne was stronger than I thought? No, that’s not right. She’s family. I’m sure she’s just… cold. Then again, since when was she comfortable enough to not where a bra? She always did. Now all of a sudden I can see the faint outline of her areola through her white t-shirt. Wasn’t she wearing a bra before I took a shower?

“Oof,” Avery gasped. She reacted to something that happened in the movie. I wasn’t paying attention. I was much more focused on Avery than the movie. That’s when I noticed she wasn’t sitting still. Avery was squirming in place, fidgeting, biting her nails, toying with her hair. That’s unusual for her. She’s a lot like me, doesn’t get too restless. Her shirt was riding up from all her movement. Avery’s cute belly was partially exposed, framed perfectly by her bulky black sweatpants and thin white tshirt. Monet had a perfectly flat belly, which I liked, but in that moment on the couch with my cousin Avery I felt something so sexy about her tiny little pudge. I’ve stated before that she isn’t chubby in the slightest but compared to all the stick figure girls I know and Vic who almost has a six pack, Avery has an adorable roundness to her tummy. I never paid attention to it before. Somehow it just seemed hot to me. She might be family but there’s no denying she has great curves. Maybe I was still horny from Monet. It was too soon for me to see a woman’s belly after stuffing Monet’s with cum for a few hours. Technically it’s not in her belly… but how could I resist her huge child-bearing hips? They were like a symbol of how I should make her belly swell with my babies because she certainly had the hips for it.

“Whoah, what am I thinking?” I whispered to myself. I don’t want to get Monet or anyone pregnant! Although it was kinky it was a mistake to cum in her. It’s also a mistake to think all these things just because I can see my cousin’s stomach. Why would that send me down such a strange train of thought? I decided I was too horny. It wasn’t from Avery, it was from her making me think of Monet.

“Ahh!” Avery yelped. Once again I missed what happened in the movie. It was probably a jump scare. Avery adjusted her shirt. Thank God, I thought to myself. Then she scooted over to be right on top of me. Fuck, I screamed internally. I was rock hard. My unsuspecting cousin was almost sitting on my lap. She was so close. “That was scary!” Avery gasped. She looked into my eyes when she spoke. It was clear something was up. She was practically cuddling with me. That’s something we never did and I thought we’d never do.

Every minute that passed felt like an eternity. Avery squirmed and wriggled more and more. This time it was worse as she was sitting so close I could feel every movement. I looked over to see her nipples were still erect. They were still not as big or obvious as Monet’s were so I’m guessing they’re naturally smaller than hers despite Avery having bigger tits. Fuck, I was thinking about her sexually. My erection did not die down. In Avery’s eyes I could see she was not ok. There were tears forming in them. Her skin glistened with sweat. Her hands were shaking.

“Are you alright?” I asked getting some serious deja vu. Avery glanced over me then down to her crotch. Her eyes went wide. She didn’t realize she had one hand on her crotch while watching the movie. She rubbed herself a little before removing her hand. I didn’t know her hand was there either. I was actually shocked she was that turned on.

“Yeah, I don’t know. I feel like it’s a million degrees in here. I’m gonna… take a short break,” Avery announced. She stood up and skipped out of the room. She splashed her face with cool water before going into our bedroom and locking the door. We never locked the door to our bedroom because that would be uncool. The only time we did lock it was when we were naked and getting changed. Avery slept in sweats and a tshirt so she didn’t have to change yet she locked the door… was she… no. There was no way. She was playing with herself. It didn’t sound like she was, she wasn’t the type of person who would, but then again we’re cousins… I don’t know about that part of her life. Whatever she was doing in our bedroom it was loud. Sounds of heavy breathing could be heard coming from the room.

Before I could analyze or over think any longer, Avery popped back out. This time her face had a disturbed expression. She was not ok. Avery calmly walked back over and plopped back onto the couch. Now parts of her legs were directly on top of mine. Her left arm was overlapping my right with her butt squished as far back into the couch and next to me as possible. It was strange and surreal. We continued to watch the movie for a whopping twenty minutes. The entire time Avery was grooving in place. Her hand made its way down to rub between her legs a couple times. Once, I even saw her right hand snake its way under her tshirt to grope her right boob for a second. She was getting less and less careful about what she did in front of me. I felt her body move and wiggle closer as time went on. She moved her hips up and down while pressing her hand down on her crotch. Her skin was burning up. I could hear faint panting and moaning coming from Avery. Her face was flushed and glistening with sweat.

Suddenly, Avery paused the tv and turned to me. She licked her lips slightly. “Hey Joey?” she asked curiously. Before I could say anything in response Avery fucking pounced on me. Her tongue fought its way into my mouth as I was knocked onto my back. She pinned me down and was making out with me furiously. It was like her life depended on it. I was so shocked I think a whole minute passed before I started kissing back. Avery ran one hand through my short hair then down my arm. Eventually, she backed off of me and gasped for air. In that same second while she was off of me she whipped off her tshirt and tossed it across the room. Turns out she really wasn’t wearing a bra after all. Her tits were bigger than I expected, maybe a large C? Who gives a shit, they were my cousin’s tits, I never thought I’d see them like this. This was only a brief pause as Avery immediately dove back on top of me. Her hands explored my chest and arms while her tongue searched my mouth. I felt her tits pressing against me and I knew she had to feel my erection pressing into her. Soon her body started grinding against my cock. We both couldn’t take it anymore.

“Fucking take off your shirt, holy shit!” Avery complained. She backed off and gave me just enough time to sit up before ripping my shirt off. It was actually pretty impressive. I didn’t know this side of my cousin existed. She pushed me back down and tugged at my pants. I had to wiggle a bit to help her get them off of me while laying down but in a flash I was naked. Avery licked her lush lips. She rubbed her breasts while she stared down at me. It looked like she was in a trance. I wasn’t sure if she was going to fuck me or eat me. When she stood to take off her pants and panties I was assured it was the former. She stuck a finger in her slit before hopping on top of me. Avery grabbed my face and made out with me. Our sweaty naked bodies rubbed together. My erect cock leaked precum on her soft belly. Avery grabbed my left hand and placed it on her ass. It was round and firm, not as big as Monet’s but definitely bigger than Victoria’s flat backside.

I got tired of all the making out. Her wet cunt and sweet tummy were rubbing my cock and I just had to fuck her. This time around I pushed Avery back. I slammed her into the couch harder than I meant to but she ended up loving it. “Yes! Punish me!” Avery breathed. I couldn’t hold back. I shoved my thick cock inside her welcoming pussy and thrusted as hard as I could. She had to tilt her hips up to help me as I pumped in and out. I leaned down and sucked on her big tits. She let out a yelp when I bit her nipple lightly. “Yes, punish me! Slap my face!” Avery cried in bliss. I’d never hit a woman before. I gave her a light baby slap. She groaned. Avery raised her arm to her face, “slap me hard or I’ll do it myself!” she warned. I wound back and hit her hard, leaving a red mark on her cheek. “Fuck yesssss,” Avery moaned. “Punish me,” she repeated. I was already fucking her harder than I thought she’d take it. I saw her tits bouncing in front of me. Her tiny belly disappeared completely while on her back. This made her tits even more appealing. She kept telling me to punish her so I decided it was ok to be rougher. I grabbed her amazing white breasts and squeezed hard. Avery yelped. I kept going and mashed them all over. I’d never played with a woman’s tits so forcefully before. She seemed to like it. I continued teasing her nipples and playing with her jiggling tits until Avery snatched my hand and placed it on her face. I knew what she wanted.

“You wanna be punished?” I teased.

“I’m fucking my own cousin I deserve to be punished!” Avery yelled.

“Oh that’s pretty bad. Girls like that end up with a snatch full of cum,” I threatened before I smacked her face. All of a sudden I felt Avery’s legs wrap around me. I couldn’t reach her ass so I slapped her decently thick thighs. She used her legs to shove me further into her and held me there.

“You wouldn’t dare!” Avery challenged. She slapped herself in the face because I apparently wasn’t doing a good enough job of it. It wasn’t my fault, I’d never been with a woman who liked that. I tried to get Avery’s legs off of me but they wouldn’t budge. She laughed and held me tighter with her legs. I wound back and slapped her face. Her cheek was bright red. A slight handprint was left behind. Her grip only got stronger. I felt my balls boil and my dick swell.

“I’m gonna fucking cum,” I warned. After Monet I discovered how hot it was cumming inside a woman as well as how terrifying it could be. Avery didn’t budge. She was on the verge of climaxing and didn’t want to let go of me before I came.

“Yes, punish me!” Avery pleaded. She slammed herself up and her legs in. I was forced deep into her where I immediately set loose a torrent of cum inside her. Finally, her legs relaxed and her eyes rolled back as small moans escaped her throat. She wanted me to cum in her. She made me do it. That thought stuck with me as I pumped every last drop of cum inside her waiting womb. I can’t believe I just fucked my cousin… and I came inside her! I came inside two different girls in one night! That cologne worked too well.

“Mmm that’s a brutal punishment,” Avery claimed while staring at the cum leaking from her pussy. “I think it fits the crime of incest,” she added. It appeared as though she wasn’t worried at all.

“You know this is serious, right? We’re family and our parents don’t know we live together and now we fucked each other!” I reminded.

Avery stuck a finger down to play with her clit. “I don’t know what got into me tonight. I just felt an unimaginable hornyness and it felt like I’d explode if I didn’t get some dick. When you threatened to cum in me, although you weren’t serious, I felt a sudden change. It was like I realized that’s exactly what I wanted, that’s what I needed, not just cock in me but someone to cum in me,” she paused before adding, “isn’t that weird? I’ve never felt that turned on before… you’re quite the stud Joey!” Avery smiled and smacked my ass.

“Ow that hurt!” I snapped.

“Come get your revenge!” Avery teased. She twerked with her sweet ass in the doorway to our bedroom. I got up from the couch to follow her. She rushed inside, breasts bouncing along the way. My cousin is a mess. She’s got some serious kinks and I lived with this sexy freak for a month and had no clue.

When I got to my room I was due for another kinky surprise. Avery had pushed the furniture around and moved our beds together forming one big super bed. “Is that what that noise was earlier?” I asked.

“Kinda. I was real horny and I came in here to masturbate. Looking at our beds gave me the idea to push them together so we could have sex on a bigger bed. I didn’t want to commit incest so I thought that just the act of pushing them together and masturbating would be enough to get it out of my system. Obviously it wasn’t. I tried so hard all night to resist but I just couldn’t and it turns out we’ll be making good use of this new arrangement,” Avery explained. She followed up her explanation by jumping onto the beds. Her beautiful curves rippled. She laid on her side. My eyes scanned the amazing way her thighs and ass rounded her figure slightly along with her breasts and tiny tummy. I was wrong, I wasn’t going to get a break or a good night of sleep.

Avery and I fucked all night. I had so much sex that day it became hard to keep up. It was fine because Avery was satisfied as long as I ate her out, played with her tits and gave her a good slap. She even sucked my dick. Monet didn’t do that but I’m sure she would. I also ended up cumming inside Avery a lot. She was obsessed with “being punished” and it seemed like a creampie was the ultimate punishment to her. I definitely had to make some adjustments to the cologne because these girls were so horny that they were careless. I was certain everything would work out. In the meantime I enjoyed feeling all of Avery’s curves. For the past month that I lived with her they’ve teased me everyday, now I was squeezing every inch of her body. I grabbed hold of her small belly and tried my best to play with it. I had never felt up a woman’s stomach before but it was actually really hot. Her skin was so soft and milky white. She groaned as I pumped away at her doggystyle. I slapped her ass as hard as I could which made her cum instantly.

“Put your hands on my belly again,” Avery ordered. “I want you to cum in me while you feel my belly. It makes me think you’re trying to get me pregnant and you’re feeling up the area you’re cumming into. It’s like you can’t wait to feel it swell with your babies and that’s what I get for being an incest-craving slut!” Avery moaned. I couldn’t believe what she said. I didn’t want to get anyone pregnant and I was terrified that I might have but what Avery just said… turned me on so much. In fact it messed me up so much I smacked her tummy instead of her ass by accident. She didn’t know it was a mistake and loved it. “Yesss my womb is all yours! Everything is all for you! Cum in me, fill me uppp!” Avery begged. I couldn’t hold back and shot another load deep within her. She screamed and gasped as I pumped her full. It wasn’t long before she pushed me over and demanded to ride me. When the time came she refused to move and forced me to cum in her for what felt like the billionth time that night. She told me it was my own punishment for letting my slut of a cousin, aka her, fuck me. Wasn’t much of a punishment when it was the same one I gave to her but I wasn’t gonna question her kinks.

That day was incredible. I had sex with two of the hottest women I knew and I never thought I’d be able to do it with either of them. One of them was my cousin so that sucked but… it felt great. The taboo of it only made it sexier. Plus, Avery lived with me so we cuddled the whole night. She would toss and turn as we got used to our new bed combo. When she was facing me she’d press her tits and tummy against me and I’d hold onto her nice ass. When she was away from me she’d press her back and butt against me and I’d hold her sexy tits or rub her tiny belly. She loved the belly rubs and I they were growing on me too. There was something so attractive about feeling her soft tummy that I couldn’t put my finger on. I definitely never felt like that before but I went along with all of her kinks… I’m sure she’d be fine if I had one.

About two weeks later I was back at the lab. I had hooked up with Monet five more times since then and I was having sex with Avery at least once per night. None of those times were as wild as the first with either girl. Before I left for work Avery informed me that a lot of people were getting sick and to be careful, or that she should be careful? I wasn’t listening. There was an outbreak of the flu last year and it was no big deal. I had my shots. Once Victoria arrived she made it a big deal. She stomped right over to our hood and slammed her phone down on the lab table.

“Did you fucking see this shit?” Vic asked sternly.

Her phone displayed an article on our campus website about the cold outbreak. “Yeah there’s a flu outbreak or something?” I stated uninterested.

Vic’s face got red. Her expression shifted to pure rage. “Did you even fucking read the article you stupid bastard?” She scolded. My confused, empty stare only confirmed her suspicions. She mellowed out a bit and let out a big sigh. “It isn’t the flu. Here, I’ll read some of it to you. It says, a large group of female students have been feeling ill and five have even been hospitalized. So far only female students are showing symptoms of this bizarre illness. The symptoms are reported to be overheating, and an ‘extreme restlessness.’ That’s the school’s polite way of saying horny as fuck! I know because listen, it continues to say, an insatiable desire for intercourse that gets worse with time. Female students that have the illness claim their symptoms got worse until they could no longer think rationally, or function properly. It seems to be hindering these women from doing anything other than trying to scratch this itch. It appears pleasuring oneself works temporarily and safe, protected intercourse works even better, however, there is no ‘cure’. We interviewed one student, Elizabeth Bernard, who claims she had the illness and got over it! Elizabeth states she returned home from her biological chemistry class two weeks ago and started feeling all the same symptoms that others have reported and that have been described above. It got so bad that she engaged in unprotected intercourse with her boyfriend that same night. After that risky night, Elizabeth swears those symptoms haven’t returned since. Is this a hoax? A prank? We have yet to hear our campus’s response to this peculiar occurrence. Only a small group of women seem to be infected but unfortunately, the five that are being treated in the hospital are not looking good. We pray a solution will be found soon. Please stay safe and always use protection.”

I stared at Victoria in shock. This was horrible. Two weeks ago, biological chemistry class, insatiable hornyness, it was my cologne.

“Tell me exactly what you did! How did you use the love potion?” Vic demanded.

“I dabbed it onto my wrists and neck. I used it like a normal cologne just like you said!”

Vic turned ghost-white. “You what? That’s not what I said. I specifically told you to put a small drop on one wrist. A tiny drop! Not use it like a normal cologne!” she fumed. I blushed. My skin felt hot as my stomach ached. It was my fault. “You put on too much! You basically used the love potion on every girl you shared a room with that night! Even a whole lecture hall!” Victoria was pissed.

“Wait,” I whispered. My voice was a somber monotone. There was something else wrong about the article. The effects weren’t temporary. It was also hurting people, the longer they went without sex the worse their health became. “N- no, Victoria!” I stammered. She stared me down brutally. “The problem isn’t that I infected lots of people by accident, it’s the symptoms. They sound like female ferrets. They’re insanely horny and slowly start to die if they don’t…” Victoria cut me off by gasping. She knew the end of that sentence. Female ferrets die if they don’t get pregnant. All the women who have been ‘cured’: Avery, Monet, and this Elizabeth person in the news, have all had unprotected sex. That’s why masturbation and sex hasn’t cured the others, it keeps the hornyness at bay temporarily but just like a female ferret they need to be impregnated to stop them from wasting away. I never meant for this to happen. I made sure to alter the ferret genes before creating the virus. It was supposed to only contain the part that made them insanely horny not extract that entire gene.

“Fucking shit! And I helped make it! I could get fucked over for this too!” Vic boomed. She began to sweat. “All these innocent people are gonna die unless they get pregnant… that’s so fucked up! We’re so screwed! I even used your DNA to make it so Monet would be drawn to you specifically. That means all those girls that are infected are gonna be naturally drawn to you. It seems when you’re not physically present they’ll still crave sex so much they don’t care that it’s not with you. That girl fucked her boyfriend because of it. I bet if you were within range she would’ve fucked you instead of him. This is bad. You can’t go back to that class or they’ll swarm you. It’ll be obvious you had something to do with the ‘illness’.”

I nodded in agreement. Luckily, I had been skipping bio chem every time to hookup with Monet so I never got swarmed by those girls. Now that I knew that would happen if I were to return to class I had extra motivation to skip. We were both looking around nervously. Nobody else in the lab could hear us. “I’ll destroy the rest of the cologne as soon as I get home. Should we destroy all the notes and research I did in order to make it or should we use it to try and make a cure?” I asked nervously.

Vic shot me a look. Her fierce Latina eyebrows and dark, almost black, eyes made her appear as though she wanted to kill me. “Destroy it all. We can’t make a cure! We weren’t even smart enough to make it work properly! No matter what, this can’t fall back on us. It has to be a mystery. We could go to prison for this. It’s basically a biological weapon or mass poisoning or something along those lines. Making a cure would only lead to suspicion until it’s traced to our involvement. You’re forgetting there is a cure already, it’s getting pregnant.”

Somehow I became more surprised than I already was. “That’s not a cure, that’s horrible! How are people going to figure that out? How would we tell them? Even if people discover it on their own how will the public convince a whole bunch of college girls to get pregnant?”

“If that Elizabeth chick keeps talking to the press they’ll figure it out eventually. I mean once she realizes and announces she’s pregnant. People will listen because it’s pregnancy or death. Besides it’s not our problem. Our problem is disconnecting this incident from us,” Vic stated matter of fact. She was already in the process of ripping out any notes that contained my work on the love potion. I saw her eyes scan the room.

“How could you be so heartless? And hold on a second, why isn’t it your problem? How are you not infected? You made the damn thing! It was in an open container the entire time you worked on it. Only once it was finished you poured it into a test tube and sealed it with a rubber stopper. There might not be a large amount of it in the air while you worked on it but it was still in the air. You should’ve been infected,” I concluded. Victoria seemed like she was half paying attention. She turned the gas on using the knob on the side of the hood. This ignited the Bunsen burner where Vic hastily started burning the notes. I kept watch while she destroyed the evidence.

“I don’t know!” Vic whispered. “Maybe it doesn’t work on me because I’d rather die than get knocked up! I’d rather die than have sex with you! I’d even rather die than be attracted to you! I’m just plain immune!” Vic boasted. The truth was we had no clue why Vic wasn’t infected. In her eyes and in her shaky voice I could tell that scared her. Could her immunity lead to a cure? “Did you fuck Monet? Is she pregnant?” Victoria asked to shift the focus off of her.

“I did get with her and well she doesn’t have any symptoms anymore so…. I mean she acted more normal each time after that first wild night so yeah I guess that means she’s pregnant and… I don’t think she’s the only one,” I confessed. Vic’s eyes went wide.

“You fucked someone else? You got another person pregnant? What the actual fuck dude! How did you not see that as a sign that the potion didn’t work correctly? Or that you used too much? Too busy getting laid to care?” Vic shrieked. I’d never seen someone so angry and terrified at the same time. “Who is the other girl?”

“It’s Avery… she’s um… my roommate,” I admitted not wanting to tell the whole truth.

“God… damn it! You should’ve told me you had a female roommate or I could’ve seen this coming. Is she at least hot? Or sweet?”

“Um yes… very,” I replied awkwardly.

“Better be because she’s your baby mama now. Jesus…. Fuck!” Vic spat in a loud whisper. Her hands were black with ashes from the papers. She turned on the vent to remove the smell of smoke. “Let’s get out of here. You need to destroy that potion ASAP buddy,” Victoria ordered.

We parted ways soon after. She left saying “fucking idiot,” instead of goodbye.

Two days had passed since that day in the lab with Victoria. I still hadn’t destroyed the cologne. Vic burned all the notes. The only thing left was the final product. If a cure was possible then the only hope would be using the cologne to engineer an antidote. I locked it in a travel safe inside my closet. As a precautionary measure I also buried that safe under a mountain of clean clothes. If I took it out again it would only be to make a cure. I sighed and picked up a jacket to wear outside. Once I stepped out of my apartment the cold air bit my face. It was gonna be a rough winter. I just started to make my way to the nearest sub shop for lunch when my phone rang.

My heart sank. It was a video-call from Vic. She’s never called me before and rarely texted me. After how our last interaction went I was not looking forward to hearing from her. I reluctantly swiped to answer the call. Something was off. Once I saw her it looked like she was laying down. “Hey!” Victoria greeted. I’m pretty sure there was a pillow behind her head. Her long wavy hair covered most of it. She was also showing more cleavage than I’d ever seen before. I only really see her covered up in the lab so maybe this was her normal attire. Victoria had some huge boobs. It almost looked like she was wearing a black lacy bra and nothing else. The camera was only showing her face and some of her chest so I couldn’t tell what she was truly wearing.

“What’s up?” I asked confused. It was so odd for her to call me.

She bit her lip. “Umm so I wanted to tell you I figured it out. The symptoms of infected women only appear if you’re in heat, you know, like a ferret. So it’s possible for a woman to be infected and not show any symptoms until she’s ovulating. It wasn’t close to my um… I was on… you were right I was infected…. It just wasn’t a time where I could get pregnant so I didn’t have any symptoms… until now….” Victoria was breathing heavily. I could see her chest rise and fall as sweat made her cleavage glisten. “I’m so sick, I’m burning up, I can barely move. I’m so scared. I can’t believe it, I’m gonna die.”

“You’re not gonna die, ok?” I cried. I was about to turn back to grab the cologne and immediately get to work on some type of cure. I knew it was hopelessly out of my skillset but I had to try. Then Vic stopped me.

“Come over here now!” Vic demanded. “I changed my mind. I’d rather have your babies than die! I need you to get me pregnant right away. I don’t know how much longer I have, Joey! Please come here!” Victoria lowered her camera to reveal her body laying on her bed. She was fingering her pussy under her black thong. Her skin was so tan and looked as though it radiated heat. “I need you to knock me up soon, please help!” Victoria begged.

End note: I plan to continue this story; let me know any and all feedback about it. Don’t give me ferret facts because idc, it’s supposed to be a sci-fi story, not animal planet. I was happy with the feedback of my last post so I will listen and make a sequel to the Fattorusso curse. More to come. Comment, message or email me. All feedback is helpful, thanks so much!

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