This is a work of fiction, all resemblances to real life people or places is purely coincidental. The narrator is just that, a fictional narrator. No person should attempt to copy or emulate anything in this story.

Summary: Narrator gets access to an experimental compound that causes extreme, unending horniness in women, and uses it on his unsuspecting girlfriend to turn her into a perfect, dripping sex toy.

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It’s Day 25, and I’m writing this to be as honest as possible, so you know everything that’s happened. I need to come clean.

It started when you first told me you were going to try out a new fitness routine. I could see the excitement in your eyes, finally taking the next big step in your journey. I told you I wanted to be supportive, to be there for you and help in any way I could, and of course, I meant that. At the time, at least, I truly did.

I offered to make you a daily smoothie, since I was already doing that for myself. Easy. How fun would that be, his and hers smoothies. Yours a light shade of pink, with protein, vitamins and minerals like iron that are helpful for a woman’s anatomy. Something I could do to show you I love you.It started innocently, and went on for a few months. We’d drink our smoothies together, the suns light spilling across the kitchen, and share a laugh or something about our day to come.

But all of that changed when I went on a business trip to Prague. I was ostensibly there to review the processes of our European subsidiary, but along the way a colleague, a loping, confident man named Max (short for Maxamillion), offered an opportunity to show me something his team was developing in their lab. Something top secret that he believed could fix most marital problems, something that would change romance and sex forever.

So on the last day of my trip I found myself walking down a long underground corridor, unmarked, to a small laboratory on the outskirts of the city. I was taken aback at it’s existence, since I was in charge of our European pharmaceutical production, this project must have been of the highest clearance levels for me not to know about it.

Nothing could have prepared me for the shock of seeing what was inside the lab. There in the dimly lit cement room there was a fully naked woman, strapped to a leather wrapped doctors examination chair, slightly reclined with her legs spread open.

“This is Klara” Max said with a sly smile. “She’s here on her own free will, don’t worry, isn’t that right Klara darling?” “Yes Mr Max” she replied, closing her eyes and trying to relax into her bonds.

To tell the truth, I was a little worried as to what they were going to do to this poor woman, but my arousal at seeing this woman helplessly strapped down and spread wide open more than overrode my anxiousness.

“Phillipe” he gestured to another colleague, “why don’t you give Helen some of compound S-3455”.

Phillipe, a small man with dark features, hurried over to a table, dropped what seemed to be a tablespoon of pink powder into a small glass of water, turning it a rosy shade, then slowly raised the glass to Klara, holding it up for her as she drank it down, arms still bound tightly.

“Give her 5 minutes” Max said with a grin. “We gave her a very high dose.”

What this compound was supposed to do with the naked woman in front of me, or more-so what a high dose even was, I had no idea, but aroused thoughts flitted through my mind and I felt my penis harden in my pants.

Soon enough, Klara, seemingly agitated, pupils dilating, started to writhe and fight against her bonds.

“Let her go” Max gestured to Philippe, who hastily released the straps biding Klara to the table. as soon as he did, Klara rushed over to Max and started humping his leg, rubbing her now glistening pussy all over his pants, leaving a streak. “Good girl” Max cooed enthusiastically, and caressed her hair. “Klara, come show our guest here some hospitality”. He smirked, and Klara all but ran over to me, her tight ass wagging behind her as her bare feet slapped the hard cement ground. Immediately she started kissing my neck, a complete stranger only minutes ago, and rubbing against me with the same fervor she rubbed against Max. “Please sir, fuck me, I’m begging you” she whispered in my ear as my cock got so hard it was about to burst out of my pants.

I took a step back and stammered that I had a girlfriend, and Max, seeing the look in my eyes, took pity on me and called Klara back.

“Good girl, Klara” (he seemingly enjoyed treating her like a dog, I had never seen anything like it, but I couldn’t shake the knowledge it was turning me on even more). “Come here and let Philip strap you in and he’ll fuck you good”. Klara eyes glazed over at the mention of getting fucked, and she ran back, ass bouncing back and forth, to the table and laid down, while the small man Phillipe strapped her back in.

As soon as she was back on the table with her legs spread I could see the arousal dripping out of her pussy, and I understood what the pink powder actually did. Phillipe whipped out his cock and started thrusting into Klara in an extremely measured, methodical way. Simultaneously, Max walked around and took measurements; he sampled Klara’s wetness and measured all sorts of her responses, including the amplitude and frequency of her orgasms.

Suddenly, he turned to me. “Say.... how is the sex with your girlfriend? Is it good? Frequent?”

I knew what was getting at, and to tell the truth, I was satisfied with our sex life. But I wanted more, I wanted your body to be mine, and I couldn’t resist his leading me down this road. I knew I had to have this compound, and a lot of it. And I knew just how to use it.

So after I had collected a years supply (which only took up a small jar), I started packing up my things, with reassurances to Max that I would support his research in any way possible, and that I would ensure the board throws full support behind this endeavor.

For my experiments at home, Max assured me it would be untraceable. “Completely undetectable” he said. A few mg of the pink powder and any woman would turn into a desperate, dripping slut. And he mentioned a second, more experimental compound I could take in turn if I’d report the results to them. Of course I agreed, how could I resist? Wouldn’t you do the same thing if you were a man, with the needs I have?

It was my turn. I craved it. I was going to mold you into my image.