II. Whitney

"Oh, you're so sweet," Whitney responded upon taking the gift, "But you really shouldn't have."

"Open it," Nick encouraged her.

She smiled as she opened the package, thinking 'Oops, I did it again... I played with his heart.'

"Perfume...?" she mumbled, slightly surprised to see a small heart-shaped bottle.

"I know we're just friends, but I don't see why friends can't buy little gifts for one another... and besides, this specific perfume is very special."

"But Nick... I don't want you to get the wrong idea about us."

"Relax, Whitney... this is strictly a friendship gift... if this specific perfume had come in any other shaped bottle, I wouldn't have given you this heart shaped one."

"What makes this perfume so special?" she asked, while unscrewing the cap.

"The blend... it's special," Nick whispered.

She brought the bottle up to her nose and... "Well, it does smell nice," she mumbled, feeling a heady tingly sensation.

"It's guaranteed to put you in the mood," Nick added.

"Then I better wait until Damien arrives for my date with him before putting it on," she responded, screwing the cap back on.

"Uh... I'm going to get going now, so I'll see you later," Nick replied, sounding dejected.

"Okay, Nick... and thanks," she replied and then closed the door.

She knew that being beautiful had its setbacks and this was obviously one of them. The last thing she wanted to do was hurt Nick, but if he wanted more than a friendship, she'd have no choice. She just hoped that she wouldn't have to spell it out for him.

As she walked up the stairs to her bedroom, her thoughts turned to her date with Damien and she smiled. The thought of him was starting to arouse her. She placed the bottle of perfume on her bureau and walked over to her full body-length mirror. Slowly, she began to discard her clothes.

There she stood, naked as the day she was born, scrutinizing every inch of her body. She was taller than most of her friends, standing 5'8"... and her long blonde hair ran halfway down her back. She loved being blonde. She then brought her hands up and cupped her tits. As far as she was concerned, they were too small... nothing more than a handful. She wished they were at least one more cup size bigger. But then again, Damien didn't seem to mind.

She recalled how he caressed and kneaded them through the material of her shirt and bra and wondered if she might allow him to proceed further. Based on how horny she was feeling, she didn't see where she'd be able to stop him.

She turned slightly to check out her ass, by far her most treasured asset. Her best friend Kristina had told her that the guys were constantly checking it out and she couldn't help feel a sexual thrill at knowing this.

She then dropped her eyes down to her vulva and noticed her wetness. God, she was horny! Ever so lightly, she ran her fingers over her puffy lips and felt an overwhelming desire for more! Maybe tonight would be the night that Damien would have her cherry.

As she was putting on her robe, she spotted the heart-shaped bottle of perfume, and grabbed it on the way out. She remembered Nick telling her it would put her in the mood, but as far as she was concerned, she was already there.

Once she was in the bathroom and waiting for the tub to fill with water, she looked closer at the perfume and thought it strange that there weren't any markings. After unscrewing the cap again, she brought it up to her nose and immediately the scent played on her senses.

Without even realizing it, she moved her free hand down to touch herself and then gasped! She blushed, realizing what she was doing, quickly moving her hand away. She placed the bottle on the edge of the tub before turning the faucet off.

As she settled down into the tub, she reached for the perfume again. The scent was intoxicating... not to mention addicting. She giggled when she saw her rock hard nipples pointing up out of the water. She then gave into the temptation to pour a few drops of the perfume onto each one.

Slowly, feeling more and more aroused, she brought the perfume up close to her face. The pretty aqua blue color entranced her and before she realized what she was doing, she drank it down.

"Oh my god!" she suddenly cried out, realizing what she had just done.

Quickly, she climbed out of the tub, but her concern quickly gave way to overwhelming need! She sooooooo wanted to fuck!

She wrapped a towel around her body that it was then that she noticed her breasts. They appeared fuller... even bigger... and when she rushed back to her bedroom to take a look at them, she felt them sway and jiggle along the way.

When she dropped her towel to gaze at herself in the mirror, she gasped at what she saw! Her breasts were bigger! No denying it... and no denying her need any longer, either!

"Unnggghhhhhhhhhhhhh," she groaned, entering herself with three of her fingers... but she was a virgin and her hymen stopped her. As much as she wanted to finger fuck her self, she withdrew her sticky fingers and decided to wait for Damien.

She again gazed into the mirror... stunned at what she saw. She figured herself to be a large B... small C now... and then her eyes lit up when she realized something else! They were still growing!

"I need to cum!" she mumbled to herself, feeling her pussy throb. She couldn't wait any longer and moved back to her bed.

Sitting down on the edge of her bed, she spread her legs and entered herself... and this time she did penetrate her hymen! "Ahhhhhh... please... please... I need to cum!" she whimpered out loud, moving her fingers in and out like a piston, and although she could feel herself right there on the verge of climaxing, something was preventing her!

"Why can't I cum?" she suddenly asked, stunned. As horny as she felt, she should have been able to explode with multiple orgasms!

On shaky legs she walked over to her mirror again and then did a double take! Her breasts had grown while she had been masturbating! Now they were plump, delicious cantaloupe size! D cups... if not more!

III. Nick (talking to Oscar on the phone)

"Did you give her the perfume?" Oscar asked.

"About two hours ago," he replied.

"And?" Oscar prodded.

"And what?" he asked.

"Why aren't you with her?" Oscar asked sounding surprised.

"Look, Oscar... you aren't making any sense to me. Spell it out, would you?"

"The perfume is a combination of pheromones, aphrodisiacs, powerful hypnotics and a special ingredient that is guaranteed to cause major growth to the girl's breasts. Based on what I saw with my sister, the affects are triggered soon after the girl takes a whiff of the perfume."

"Your sister?" he responded, shocked.

"Yes, my sister! I needed a guinea pig and she was the most likely choice," Oscar responded.

"I... I thought she was away at college?"

"At the moment she is... but when I did this she was home on school break. But never mind that... it's Whitney you should be concerned about!"

"Look, asshole... don't be getting all high and mighty with me..."

"Chill... I just think that you should get over to Whitney's right away. I've seen first hand what my perfume does to a girl and if she's already breathed in the scent, by now she's in real heat for you!"

"Well, I saw her breathe in the scent, but I'm amazed at how you could do this to your sister."

"Never mind my damn sister... we're talking about Whitney!"

"But how could you?" he asked, still stunned.

"It was in the name of science... and if it makes you feel any better, other than allowing her to give me head, I haven't taken advantage of her."

"You're fucking sick!"

"So fucking what... I'm sick... now, let's focus on Whitney."

"Alright, Oscar. I'll play your game, but if you make me look like an ass, I'm going to fuck you up big time!"

"I'm serious, Nick. She's yours! All you have to do is go over there and collect her."

"What happens after the drug wears off...? Does she cry rape?"

"It doesn't wear off... she's yours for life. The chemicals inside my formula become part of her sexual chemistry. You can add to them, but you can never eliminate them. She's your personal fuck toy for life."

"Any side effects?"

"That will depend on Whitney."

"Explain."

"Well, the chemicals react slightly different depending on their personal makeup. But never mind that right now. I suggest you get over to Whitney's as soon as you can."

"I'm not going anywhere until you explain the side effects," he insisted.

"Well, my sister and Sally responded differently."

"Sally? Who the hell is Sally?"

"She's Darlene's roommate."

"So, what does she have to do with this?" he asked, confused.

"I had to give Darlene's sexual hunger a new direction, otherwise she never would have went back to college."

"Are you telling me you turned your fucking sister into a lesbian? Un-fucking-believable! What the hell kind of brother are you?"

"Look...! My chemicals don't work on males and I didn't have a choice. Anyway, my sister has never been happier. Sally's her submissive horny lover and my sister gets off on dominating her."

"Are you trying to convince me that your sister is alright with this?"

"She's fully aware of what has been done and she has accepted it. She really doesn't have a choice in the matter and is grateful I gave her a new direction."

"Was she into girls before you did this to her?"

"No."

"Amazing... anyway, what are the differences you mentioned?"

"I've concluded with the exception of constant giggling, each girl will react differently. My sister retained her original personality, while Sally underwent a startling change. Sally was the real brainy type... you know... the type that wears glasses and always has her head in a book. Anyway, now Sally could care less about her studies and has her head buried between my sister's legs. She's pretty much turned into the stereotype bimbo. Blonde, blue eyes, huge breasts, and quite the ditz."

"Is this what Whitney's going to become?"

"I can't say for sure... but I do know that Whitney will be tied to your every word... and will also be very compliant and docile in your presence."

"I thought you said she was the dominant one?"

"Only in her relationship with Sally, but with me she's as meek as a lamb."

"So, you've finally done it... you've finally created a love potion."

"I wouldn't go that far."

"Why not... what would you call it?"

"More like a lust potion. You see, Whitney's going to crave you physically, but never spiritually... unless she loved you before, she isn't going to love you now. In fact, if she's the type that remembers everything, she'll probably hate you for this."

"Okay, Oscar. I'm going to go see her... and I swear, if I make a fool out of myself, I'm going to head over to your place and kick your ass!"

"You'll see... and once you do, you won't want to kick my ass, but worship it."

IV. Whitney

Whitney stared at Damien in confusion. She was standing at the door, dressed in just her robe, trying to understand why she felt nothing for him. She would have thought that she'd want to rush him up to her room and fuck, but instead... nothing.

"I'm sorry, Damien... but I'm not feeling good," she lied.

She saw him glance down to her chest and she hoped that she had hid her new boobs well enough where he wouldn't question them. The fact that they were Double Ds now, made them pretty much impossible to hide.

"Do you want me to call you later?" Damien asked, clearly upset.

"Uh... no. I mean... I'll probably be sleeping and I really shouldn't be disturbed," she lied again.

Then out of the corner of her eye, she saw him. Nick! The mere sight of him flooded her pleasure centers! Her huge breasts suddenly pitched forward like a tuning fork and she could literally feel herself leaking!

"What's the matter?" Damien asked, noting her sudden change.

"I... I need Nick!" she cried, rushing past Damien.

With more passion that she ever felt before, she rushed into a stunned Nick and immediately began hugging and kissing him!

"Slut!" Damien screamed as he walked past them.

She didn't care... as she only cared about Nick. Frantically, she rubbed her exposed boobs up and down Nick's chest, loving the feel of him, and then cried out with joy when Nick cupped her bottom.

"Oh, please Nick... fuck me!" she pleaded, reaching for his buckle.

"Behave yourself," Nick responded, and the words hit her like a ton of bricks. Right then and there she realized Nick was the boss.

"Take me your bedroom," Nick commanded.

She quickly took his hand and led him into her house. The desire for him was only overruled by the desire to please him. She giggled, leading him up the stairs and into her bedroom.

"When is your mother going to be home?" Nick asked, smiling.

"Not for another couple of hours," she responded, giggling again... and feeling more wet than she'd ever been before.

"Lose the robe," Nick commanded.

Smiling, she quickly untied the sash and let it slide down off her body to the floor. She stood there, posing provocatively, knowing she looked 'all that', and she was especially proud of her newly enlarged boobs.

"You're quite a sight... I'll give you that."

She beamed, giggling.

"Easily the most beautiful girl I've ever seen."

"Please, fuck me," she pleaded, trying to entice him.

"God, this room smells like a sex factory! What the hell have you been doing in here?" he asked.

"Masturbating," she whispered, blushing.

"Those tits of yours must be five times bigger!"

She shook her head yes and turned redder... wishing that Nick would shut up and fuck her!

"Aren't you a little surprised at how you are acting?" he asked her, smiling.

She stood there feeling suddenly confused... and then her eyes lit up! Nick was right! She should be surprised! Why was she so damn attracted to him now? What was it about him now that she hadn't seen earlier? Why was she literally creaming her panties at the mere sight of him?

"The perfume!" she cried out!

"Correct you are...! I'm glad to see you haven't lost you're reasoning... and now that you know, how do you feel?" Nick asked, smiling.

"Horny... I... I want you to fuck me," she whispered with downcast eyes, and turned a deeper shade of red as she giggled.

"Are you upset with me for doing this to you?"

"Yes! But... but I... I need you," she responded, while reaching down to wipe her leaking juices from the insides of her thighs.

"Incidentally, I think your giggling is quite becoming."

"I... I... I can't help it. I don't even realize I'm giggling half the time," she replied, blushing.

"Oscar's a genius."

"Oscar...?" she responded, confused.

"Yep... give me your cell, I need to call him," Nick commanded her.

Quickly, she retrieved her cell phone and handed it to him.

"Now, go lay down on your bed and play with yourself while I talk to Oscar."

She turned beet red and quickly complied, finding it impossible to deny Nick anything. She moved her fingers down and cried out as she entered herself... and then began to masturbate.

"Oscar... you're a fucking genius!" Nick yelled into the phone.

If Oscar was behind this... she agreed... because as much as she wished she weren't here playing with herself in front of Nick, she couldn't stop herself.

"Yeah, she's finger fucking herself as we speak," he added, laughing.

"Yeah... she does giggle a lot... and she does everything she's told like a good little girl," Nick responded almost proud like.

Whitney wondered if this experience was going to get any more humiliating... having been reduced to this state... and she was also realizing that just like before, she couldn't cum!

"No fucking way... really? Wait a second and let me check!" Nick responded to Oscar and then caught a hold of her attention. "Oscar just told me that no matter how much you play with yourself, you aren't able to cum."

Breathing heavy and panting, she acknowledged as much.

"Holy fucking lord! You're fucking right! She knows she can't cum and yet she's still fingering herself!" Nick cried in response.

"Yeah... that's true... I did tell her to play with herself."

"YOU'RE FUCKING KIDDING!" Nick cried out, adding, "This is soooooooo fucking cool!

Whitney saw Nick turn back to her...

"Whitney, cum for me..."

"Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh," she cried out with an orgasm, drenching her hands with her hot cum!

"You're fucking amazing! You mean I can do this anytime... anywhere... and she'll cum?" Nick asked.

She groaned, barely hearing Nick's words.

"Fucking cool, dude! I'll talk to you later," Nick added.

She looked up at him, trying to recover, yet still her fingers moved around inside of her. She was thankful that Nick had allowed her to cum, but she wished he'd let her stop masturbating.

"Cum for me, Whitney," Nick commanded again.

And just like last time she came, crying out once again with ecstasy!

Over and over, Nick commanded her to cum... and over and over, she did... and then she passed out from sexual overload.

When she opened her eyes, Nick was completely naked and staring down at her. Her eyes immediately went to his erection.

"Now, it's time to fuck," he proclaimed, smiling.

She groaned... as she stared back at him, feeling her need rise all over again.

"You do realize your new role in life, don't you?" Nick asked, moving on to the bed.

"Your girlfriend," she responded, hoping.

"Hell, Whitney... you're much more than that," Nick responded, chuckling.

"Your slave...?" she added, blushing.

"Correct again! Now, cum for me!"

She exploded again, flooding herself with wet heat again! Then Nick quickly positioned himself between her legs and nudged her wet petals below.

"I... I'm a virgin," she whispered, hoping this would please him.

"Great! I was hoping you were!" he cried in response.

"Oh, god..." she responded, groaning.

And with one hard thrust, Nick was inside of her! She cried out with sheer ecstasy while Nick pounded away at her, moving in and out of her, while waves upon waves of pleasure, crashed down on her.

V. Kristina - Two weeks later

"I just don't understand what you see in him?" Kristina responded to Whitney's declaration of her new boyfriend.

"That's because you aren't fucking him," Whitney replied, giggling.

"Damn Whitney... don't you think you're moving a little too quick. I mean... weren't you a virgin before you started seeing him?" she asked, shocked at Whitney's behavior.

"I'm sorry, Kristina... but I just can't fucking help myself. I never realized how addictive sex could be before Nick hoped on me," Whitney replied, smiling.

She didn't understand this... first Whitney disappears for a week and resurfaces with boobs bigger than Britney Spears... and now she admits to being Nick Samson's sex toy! She also couldn't understand why she was cursing so much... not to mention her constant giggling. It was like Whitney wasn't Whitney anymore. "Well, I have to get going... we'll talk later," she responded, thinking that this might be the end of their friendship.

"Oh, before you go... I have something for you," Whitney stated, handing her a heart-shaped bottle of... perfume? "It has a special blend that you'll cream over," Whitney added, giggling.

She blushed at her friend's crudeness, noting the aqua blue liquid inside the bottle.

"Don't try it now, try it later when you get home... I bet you'll love it."

"Fine," she responded, placing the bottle into her purse... and then walked away.

VI. Kristina - Late afternoon

Kristina couldn't understand what was happening. Why was she suddenly so horny... and why did her bra feel so tight? But what was worse was the fact that she had just drank the whole bottle of perfume that Whitney had given to her... and she hadn't even realized it until after she did it!

Just then the doorbell rang.

"Hi Kristina," Whitney greeted her at the door.

She felt her whole body pitch forward, wanting her! Her eyes lit up in shock! Why did she suddenly find Whitney... desirable?

"How are you feeling?" Whitney asked her, grinning.

"Fine," she whispered, blushing. She wondered in panic if Whitney somehow knew how she was feeling.

Without asking, Whitney walked inside her house and up her stairs to her bedroom, and she blushed when she realized how drawn she was to Whitney's ass.

"I can see you tried the perfume," Whitney stated.

"How... how did you know?" she asked, blushing.

"I can smell it on you... or is that smell something else?" Whitney replied.

She blushed again... a darker shade of red.

"Anyway, did you drink it?" Whitney asked with a smile.

"I... yes," she finally whispered with downcast eyes.

"Incidentally, I have a confession to make," Whitney stated.

"A confession...?" she asked, confused.

"That perfume wasn't really a perfume."

She stood there... confused more than ever.

Whitney peaked outside her bedroom door... and then closed and locked it, before turning back to her. And damn it all if she didn't feel wetter as a result! She then watched Whitney pull up her sweater over her head... and then letting it drop to the floor by her feet.

"34 Double Ds and they still spill over the sides!" Whitney proclaimed proudly and then unsnapped her bra, releasing them.

Christina was mesmerized by the sight of them... as they were huge, firm, and clearly defied gravity... but seeing them reminded her of how much hers hurt because of her bra.

Whitney slipped out of her jeans and thong panties... and then stood there before her, naked.

"Would you say I look beautiful?" Whitney asked, smiling.

"God, yes," she whispered.

"Would you like to make love to me?" Whitney asked, giggling.

Her eyes lit up with shock as her body throbbed with anticipation. While she shook her head no, her body cried yes!

"Come on, Kristina... I know you're horny. What do you say we indulge in a little lesbian lovemaking," Whitney added, grinning.

"This is crazy!" she thought to herself, but there was no denying that this is exactly what she wanted!

"Did you put it together yet?" Whitney asked, smiling.

"The... perfume?" she asked in response.

"Yes, my horny hot girlfriend. It is the perfume that has made you feel this way... just like it's the perfume that has made me desire Nick."

"A love potion...? How is this possible?" she asked, trying desperately to make sense of everything.

"A love potion! Hell no! Trust me... there's no love involved at all... other than the fact that I love FUCKING him... and love PLEASURING him... and love SUCKING his delicious cock... but actually love him...? No fucking way on Earth!"

"I... I don't understand," she whispered in response, more confused than ever.

"You will when you realize that you love licking my pussy for the same reason I love Nick fucking me!"

"Oh, God! Why me?" she asked, whimpering. She didn't want to believe this was happening, but her growing need made it impossible.

"Are you kidding? Who better than my best friend to tend to my constant horniness."

"But... but you have Nick!" she cried.

"Nick can't be around all the time... and since he wouldn't share my pussy with another dick, he decided to share it with another pussy... and that's where your pussy comes in."

"But I'm not a lesbian!" she cried.

Whitney smiled in response.

She couldn't take it anymore... and quickly stripped off her shirt and bra... freeing them! She gasped as they spilled out onto her chest, bouncing around as they did! The size of them was mind staggering!

Whitney moved behind her and cupped them, playing with her hardened nipples in the process. Her knees buckled as she swooned... and if it weren't for Whitney, she would have dropped down to the floor.

Never had she ever fantasized about doing it with another girl... but yet all she could think about was doing it with Whitney.

"I... I didn't know you were a lesbian," she stammered, accepting what they were about to do.

"I'm not... I'm 'bi'," Whitney responded... and then she moved her mouth up to her ear and whispered, "When Nick gave me you, he made me 'bi'... but you, dear, are exclusively mine... and that makes you pure lesbian pussy licker."

"Oh, God..." she groaned.

"Goddess would be more appropriate, dear... for only my wet pussy interests you these days... and thanks to Oscar, we're chemically tied for life. This means I get to enjoy fucking Nick... and you... while you on the other hand... can only feel sexually satisfied with me."

"I neeeeed youuuuu," she whimpered, pleading.

"I know, dear... and you always will," Whitney responded.

Epilogue. Kristina

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