Professor Pan was a normal guy until a friend talked him into trying an experimental "smart drug" imported from Switzerland. This drug, known as "Male-X" was touted as an intelligence enhancer, mood elevator, confidence builder, and, most interestingly, a sex-enhancer. Since the good Professor had been a little down-in-the-dumps, and his friend seemed so vibrant, healthy and successful, he agreed to give it a try.
"It just takes a single drop," his friend said. "Keep it refrigerated and a bottle will last you six months."
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"What the hell's gotten into you?" Chloe asked.
Professor Pan winked, but said nothing.
While rooting through the refrigerator the next morning, Chloe found
the Male-X hidden behind a jar of cherries. She smiled wickedly
Chloe returned bright and perky the next evening with a bottle of wine. While
the Professor was taking a pee, she poured 1/4 of the bottle of Male-X
into his
wine glass and then, hoping to spend the weekend mostly horizontal, poured
another 1/4 of the bottle. She laughed to herself, replacing the bottle in the
back of the fridge.
When the Professor returned, she held out her glass in a toast. "To whatever
lusty demon crawled into you last night," she said. They clinked classes. "Amen
to that," Professor Pan said. He drank his wine.
Within minutes, the Professor felt a rush of lust. His eyes dilated. "Let's get
naked," he grunted, pulling off his shorts. Chloe hurriedly pulled her t-shirt over her
head and slid out of her jeans. He had never seen anything so beautiful--Chloe
seemed to be shining
with a supernatural light. His vision was seemingly magnified and enhanced--he
found himself staring into her pores, her cells, then backing out to look at
her as she changed.
She metamorphosed before his eyes, her breasts swelling, growing fantastically
large, her hips expanding outward. Her body had
begun to balloon into a figure 8, with a small head and legs tapering down to
almost nonexistent feet. Chloe's face was tiny and featureless. Am I having
some kind of flashback? wondered the Professor. But he was feeling far too
good to worry about his state of mind. When Chloe climbed on top of him, he
felt like his entire body was ready to shatter into a million little
pleasurable supernovas.
The first spasm hit him like an electric shock. The force of his twitching
threw Chloe off him and onto the floor. An intense pain wracked his head,
and he began screaming. A sudden crack! filled his ears and white light
blinded
his eyes.
Chloe screamed. "Your head! Your head!"
The Professor, reeling, touched the top of his head.
Something--somethings--were growing there. They were hard. Kind of
pointy...
The second wave threw him from the couch. Pain shot through his feet and
exploded. He screamed wordlessly. He looked down and saw that his feet had
warped, twisted, and become nubby--like hooves. Hair was sprouting out of his
skin, thick and coarse.
Chloe had gone silent. She was huddled by the door, terrified.
Professor Pan shook violently again, then slumped against the coffee table. For
a moment the room was silent except for Chloe's gasps.
Professor Pan's eyes opened and he looked at Chloe--the radiant, archetypal,
beautifully misshapen goddess/woman that she had become--and felt a rumbling
force rising
within him. Color exploded into radiant tadpoles in front of his eyes and he
felt all of his soul, all of his being, coalescing into a swirling, white-hot
ball of plasma between his legs.
Chloe began screaming, and ran down the apartment stairs when she saw the look
in the Professor's eyes. He was no longer the sweet, somewhat melancholy nerd
she'd grown to love--he had somehow morphed into a
horned, devilish looking,lust-driven beast.
As she ran off into the dark city street, she
could hear the clip-clop of his hooves on the asphalt, and his maniacal
laughter, approaching from the distance.
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Take this and drink
Outside
Bacchus
Open Eyes Flashing Past
Memo
Next Phase
Born Again
