Love Potion 68
How long had it been? How long had it been since Jessie had concocted the potion that unlocked a vast potential within the human brain. There was no doubt in her mind that it remained her greatest creation. Ever since that day, she had made many renowned breakthroughs in her field. Most would assume her proudest achievements were the strides she had made in creating more effective treatments, hell even cures, for many long standing neurological disorders. But no, Jessie was far more vain as an individual. Her proudest moment was the moment she was born.
The potion she had made on that day so long ago, the one meant to expand the brain’s capacity for passion and emotional analysis, had achieved much more. It had also increased the size of her neocortex, multiplied the number of neurons bouncing around her brain matter, and strengthened her neural networks. It has turned the brain and body of what was once a sorry excuse for a male scientist into a bonafide, bombshell genius who loved to sleep around.
She had lived like a rockstar for a time, famous for her accomplishments, finding her way into the upper echelons of society. She could fuck anyone she wanted, able to read and manipulate their emotions with near prophetic finesse. However, over time her sex drive began to dull. For a woman as lustful as her, constantly chasing a high, she had grown bored of the mundanities involving whom she considered the common folk. And given the high opinion she held of herself and her genius, that may as well have been everyone. She stood alone, without equal, nothing to challenge and excite her anymore.
Jessie truly was alone, sitting quietly within her lab barely big enough to fit her ego, housed within a lavish mansion showing its age after years of hosting parties to rival even the most audacious of college frat houses. Not a single inquiry sent out into the cavernous void. Most days were quiet for Jessie. Most days she was lost in thought. But today, her mind finally reached a conclusion so obvious that she scowled at the very thought that her mind couldn’t even entertain such a hypothesis.
The potion she had created is what brought her joy, what stranded her on this island as a perfect specimen of humanity. What if she were to make it again? And what if she were to use it on another?
A smile formed on her face, the first one in weeks. Jessie rose to her feet and began to pace, steps pounding fast off the glossy floor, desperately trying to keep pace with her thoughts. A fool's attempt, as her thoughts processed faster than a super computer. The pacing was merely a formality.
Thoughts soon became words, and Jessie muttered to herself, “The real decision at hand however, is do I match the solution to the one used on myself, down to the exact peptide count, or do I iron out the imperfections and trim on the reactants?”
She rattled off jargon and equations for several minutes before landing on her decision. Pounding a fist into her palm, her face brightened up as the solution solidified in her mind. She brought a finger playfully to her lips and narrowed her gaze, the first twinge of arousal she had felt in ages simmering to the surface.
“It’s time I created another masterpiece. If it’s the spark of sex that I lack, then I need one who can meet me at my own wavelength. One who can match perfection~.”
Now mentally rejuvenated and physically spry, Jessie buried herself in her lab. The genius who had once considered hoarding the fruits of her greatest labor to herself, was now ready to share it with another.
***
Jessie traced the rim of a wine glass with her thumb, glancing at the pick of guinea pigs before her. She’d frequented this lesbian bar before and knew that it could deliver her a catch, but how easy or not it was to snag one wasn’t the main concern for her. Since finalizing her new, more refined potion, the elated woman of science figured it’d be more fun to change up the variables. She had been a man when she had taken the serum, likely a byproduct of too much follicle-stimulating and luteinizing hormone in the mix. She hadn’t bothered running any further tests on that front—why ruin a good thing? Whether the subject turned male or stayed female, it mattered not. She swung all ways. All that mattered was that she be delivered a hottie that could match both her brain and freak.
About an hour passed, and many wannabe suitors had approached Jessie, desperate for a night with her. Who could blame them? None of them had what she was looking for though. She needed someone vulnerable, someone willing to rise to her level through impassioned awakening. Maybe worthy was a better way to describe what she was looking for. She craved an interesting subject, one who could be thankful, who could embrace their evolution, and desire the beautiful genius who triggered it within them.
“Plain seeks perfection I like to think…” Jessie whispered to herself, taking a sip from her long settled martini.
Then she saw her. A lone woman on a barstool, dressed in a silk, button-down white shirt and ruffled grey skirt, downing what was for sure intended to be one of several Negronis. She had plain brown hair tied up in a half-assed back knot. Jessie wasted no time slapping the money for drink down and saunter over to her. She was excited, but wouldn’t get ahead of herself and show it. She needed to get a closer look.
“You know, that’s not a drink I’d prescribe after a rough day.” Jessie joked while sitting down next to the woman and luring in her gaze. “Unless of course you’re trying to grow that pit in your stomach.”
The woman gave a subtle chuckle, but no immediate response. Her eyes did however begin to trace all over Jessie, naturally. Jessie did the same, analyzing every inch of this adorable Plain Jane before her. The scientist’s advanced emotional attunement and brain’s ability to process the minutiae of hundreds of details within fractions of a second went to work, as she formulated the story of the woman before her.
She was ready to strike.
“Let me guess,” Jessie said, casting out her line. “Hubby walked out on you after many not so blissful years of marriage?”
The woman perked up, her eyes shifting about as she felt exposed. Jessie continued.
“It’s been about a year right? Really getting your feet wet for the first time since then. Bet that bastard was pretty limiting for you huh? He left you feeling sheltered and unconfident, not only in your appearance, but in your capabilities at your job, as a person, as a woman…”
The woman finally spoke, questioning who Jessie was, but she wouldn’t let her get a sentence in until she was finished.
“It’s been a loooong time since you’ve been out on the town hasn’t it? You’ve always had an interest in women, but never really pursued it, grew up in an environment where the thought to explore such a side of yourself was ever considered. So you’re taking a chance, thinking surely a woman couldn’t hurt me in the way he did. You’re not one for dress-up, but you try it anyway, going for something simple and easy, taking a chance on the hair but failing. Before you arrived and even after you quietly maneuvered around the other women at this bar you’ve been constantly comparing yourself too, you thought to yourself… Am I cute enough for this?”
Jessie leaned towards the nervous, bewildered woman with a seductive flutter to her eyes.
“Well, take it from this beauty. You are cute,”
Jessie then reeled back and straightened her posture and crossed her legs before finishing with, “in your own way.”
The woman she had dropped all that one was at a loss for words, but after several moments of silence she took the bait.
“Am I really that much of an open book?” she asked.
Jessie laughed, then said, “No, not really. I’m just that good. But I’d love to know more about you miss…?”
“Um, Sara. My name is Sara. And, well you certainly called it. A lot of it. What more could I even say?”
Sara seemed to loosen up a bit, despite the strange efficiency in which Jessie had relayed her life’s troubles. To have someone so aware of her baggage on the spot and still show interest in her was a refreshing surprise and not at all what she had expected walking into a bar full of women she considered out of her league. Let alone the woman before her, by far the most gorgeous amongst them.
It didn’t take much small talk for that gorgeous woman to sweep Sara off her feet. Soon enough, Jessie was inviting her into her home, wowing her with tales of her scientific exploits and places she had been, parties she had lived. Sara could hardly believe it at first, but had no choice but to upon arriving at her mansion, and Jessie’s bedroom, which was curiously contained within the space of her home lab.
“So, I guess your work is your whole life huh?” Sara asked, seeing sheets of schematic and equations she couldn’t comprehend sprawled even on the bed.
Jessie began messing with a vial at a desk nearby, hiding it from Sara’s view under the disguise of mixing a pair of drinks for the two.
Jessie replied, “As of late it is. Though I also greatly value my time in bed, with others~.”
“O-Oh… heh.”
Sara felt a warm stir within her body, the reality of her situation finally landing. This gorgeous, affluent woman had the hots for her—her of all people! It was so much to take in, being here within a mansion like something out of a movie.
Jessie approached with a pair of glasses, gently placing one in Sara’s hands, softly brushing her skin as she pulled away.
“For me, work and love are indistinguishable.” Jessie confidently stated. “They are the interchangeable pillars of my life. Passions that feed into one another.”
The two women clanked glasses, and Jessie was first to take a drink, downing half of it in a few gulps. Licking her chops in the aftermath, she locked her seductive sights onto Sara, who seemed still too enthralled by the woman before her to take a sip.
“Please. Won’t you join me in my work?”
Sara’s heart was racing, the barriers around her heart folding. To take a drink was to take things to the next step, and so she did, desperately trying to down as much as Jessie. Within her rush she ended up downing almost all of it, much to Jessie’s delight.
“Perfect.” Jessie said as she began unbuttoning her blouse. “Now, let's begin our experiment.”
Sara hiccupped and had to take a moment to refocus her sight. Once she did though, she was blindsided. Jessie stood before her, nude from head to toe, hand confidently on her hip, shining under the nighttime light like some goddess born of the moon.
The woman before her had the fairest skin she had ever seen, and twinkling, stern eyes as glamorous as diamonds. Her long, purple hair was so voluminous that it appeared to bob without any inciting movement. Her breasts were a bit big for her figure, but suited to her contours nonetheless. She possessed a figure so priceless in its slim fragility, that Sara felt almost afraid to touch it and risk breaking it. Yet she stood with such confidence, marking anyone who may entertain the thought of her being a frail thing as not worth her time.
The picture of beauty approached Sara and pulled her in close. One hand clasped hers, while the other guided her by the back to lean in closer. Her fingers were so soft, yet robust in their maneuvering. Every action taken by this woman was perfect. Sara wished she could—
“Maiden… join me in perfection.”
To be expected. Jessie read her like a book yet again. It was a tantalizing thought, one Sara longed to indulge in with all her heart. So it was easy to give into a kiss. It was easy to sink into her embrace. It was easy to feel loved for the first time in a long time.
Sara eventually pulled away from their kiss, head churning with both arousal and a heaviness causing her to sway like a bobblehead. She could feel her head throbbing as if being torn apart by several migraines, yet there was no pain, only warmth, a very pleasant one at that. That warmth quickly spread to the rest of her body, shaking her from her stance. It was an intoxicating rush of burning bliss, her thoughts trailing into various fantasies over what she might do with Jessie tonight. She literally couldn't stop them, her mind processing scenarios quicker and quicker, ramping up her sex drive as hundreds of steamy outcomes tantalized.
How was she able to compartmentalize all this? Not just the fantasies, but the theorizing over what she was experiencing. She was picking at observations she normally wouldn't have, her train of thought going places it had never gone before, all within a massive, cluttered mess that she was somehow able to understand. Every new avenue explored caused her brain to tremble, her capacity for thought expanding every second.
After giving a loud shriek Sara clutched at her head, the pounding growing more intense, her arousal skyrocketing.
"So many possibilities, so many possibilities! Aaagh they're so hot! Can't stop thinking! Can't stop thinking!"
Jessie watched the rattled woman shuffle away from her, eyes struggling to keep still. It seemed the serum had kicked in and the woman's brain was going through some growing pains. She hoped the foreplay she had given would heighten the experience. Judging by the reaction, it was certainly putting the right thoughts in her head.
Sara screamed yet again, this time in ecstasy as her mind exploded with even more activity. The stimulation to her brain only made her emotions more wild and untamed and her body's reaction to pleasure almost crippling. Losing her balance, she fell back onto a nearby lab table. Jessie observed from afar, not wanting to interfere with the experiment like any good scientist should. While Jessie had already been quite the intellect before her transformation, Sara was more your everyday girl. She was deeply curious as to what sort of persona would take shape within her body and mind as it evolved.
Her teeth jittering, Sara clenched at the rim of the table with her hands as her lower body began convulsing. The fat in her thighs began to bloat and undulate. She started mumbling about the sensation, throwing out copious amounts of crisscrossing observational narration about what she was feeling and rationalizing. It was as if her mind was desperate to spout any answer it could for what was happening, yet could never reach an end, constantly coming up with one new point after another, her understanding of her own body a constantly expanding conundrum.
“What is this? What could it be!" the woman shouted as her pussy squirted into her panties several times, wetting through to her skirt. "What could it be! Why does it feel so GOOOOD~?”
Despite the confusion, Sara was growing more attune with her body as her thighs thickened, feeling more intimate in her perception of every cell and every emotion she felt. It was such a rush to perceive so much at just a quick sensation, to have such an appreciation for workings of her own body growing more beautiful. Yes, she was beginning to realize that much as she felt an explosion of fat and muscle ripple through her ass next. The very makeup of her body was changing.
"HooooOOOH FUCK! JESSIE! JESSIEEEE!"
Sara's face looked manic, drool flinging from her mouth as she bucked and kicked, the sides of her torso crackling and popping into more pronounced curves.
"JESSIE! Y-YOU DID THIS! AAAAHN~!"
Sara squirted again, her entire pussy drenched and soaking straight through her panties and onto the counter top.
While watching the slow drip of her experiment's sex plop on the floor, Jessie responded, "Yes, it was me. And what of it? It seems like you're rather enjoying it."
"FUUUUUCK! I LOVE IT~!" Sara screamed, swinging her head up towards Jessie, giving the woman the most lust-crazed look she had ever seen before slamming her head back down onto the table.
"I want it! I want it! Need it! More! I need it! I need it! Give me more!"
The woman was rambling a mile a minute, her mouth seeming as if it were prepping for the next word before the last had even finished. Maybe born of her anxieties and self-doubts rapidly being snuffed out, but Sara's mind had popped a lid, and through its growing perceptions developed no filter. Every detail her eyes caught glimpse of, every sensation her body felt, formed thousands of words in her head. The world felt brand new--she felt brand new.
Jessie could only smile upon the developing results. Her test subject’s awakening was invigorating to watch, but even more so nostalgic. Watching her skin turn bright and smooth like her own, her hair popping its bun as it grew longer and shiny all reminded her of her own transformation many years ago. Jessie's masterpiece was bearing perfection once more.
“EEYAAAAH!!”
A loud screech tore through the cavernous space of the mansion as Sara bucked violently, her body almost going fully airborne. Jessie could see a jostling under her shirt, her breasts very likely flailing about of their own accord. The initially subtle impressions they formed upon the shirt were growing harsher and more defined, their size rapidly increasing.
"Heh, expansion~." Jessie whispered, her mouth wetting over the sight.
"Yes, expansion!" Sara shouted in response as if manically agreeing with Jessie's observation. "They're expanding! Bigger! I want them biguugh! FUUUUCK!"
The woman ripped open her shirt while another orgasm ripped through her, snapping the buttons and tearing seams without a care. There was no room left for her burgeoning tits to fit within the old hers outfit. Feeling the extra weight on her chest and within her hands felt wonderful. A longheld jealousy was no more, the orbs she often quietly stared at from afar now her own. They weren't massive by any means, but were big enough to strain her bra to its limits. She couldn't help but compare herself to Jessie in the moment, thinking about how she now possessed something greater than the goddess who had awoken this change in her.
"Ooooh Jessie!!"
The scientist giggled, her brain immediately making sense of the gestures and tones of Sara's actions to put together what she was feeling.
"Yes darling. They're exquisitely shaped, with impeccable allure. Anyone would be jealous~."
The compliment was exactly what Sara needed to hear to feel yet another crashing wave of ecstasy. It was the biggest yet, and she figured the final, her face twitching and convulsing as the only thing yet that hadn't been grasped by perfection. She shouted to the high heavens, eyes rolling back in her head as her hair flowed like waterfalls off the table. The moon kissed her follicle with color, its glow staining her brown hair a sparkling silver as fair as her skin.
Jessie was captured by the beauty of the moment, and approached the still thrashing woman, grabbing hold of her shoulders as she reached peak bliss, staring at the image of beauty slowly growing out of the putty that was Sara's old face. Big blue eyes, thinstrip brows, puffy raised cheeks. She was equal parts adorable and gorgeous, a look of innocence tangled up within the vines of a seductress. There was no resisting place her hands upon those cheeks, moving in close, and delivering the first kiss to those perfect lips.
Sara's moans quieted within their locked mouths, as if Jessie were devouring them whole. As calm as it eventually came to look, two women silently and passionately making out, it was merely a prelude to yet another storm. Sara became more carnivorous with her embrace, wrapping her arms around Jessie tight, refusing to let her go. Jessie returned the favor by clutching onto Sara's ass, using the leverage to try and drag her off the table. Sara ended the war by pulling away from the kiss.
"Fine, fine! Let's move to the bed. I want to fuck you. I want to FUCK you so bad!"
The two fit in a few more meetings of the lips before Jessie responded in agreement, and they shuffled over to the bed already set, not letting go of each other the entire way. Upon landing on it they locked eyes once more, their advanced brains reading a million wonders within the nuances of each expression. It took a mere moment for them to understand each other fully, their neurons dancing around with each other beyond the invisible walls of their cranium. It was almost prophetic, the two communicating through look alone about what they'd do tomorrow, the day after that, their plans and desires being laid bare through the depths of the other's eyes.
Jessie wondered in her head if this was some side effect of the potion, if it had unlocked some form of mental telepathy. Sara shook her head. She was right, Jessie thought. It didn't matter right now. What mattered is that it had worked, that they had each other now, that perfection had been achieved once more and found its other half. Together they were more than perfect, more than human.
It started within a tender embrace, Sara’s bra and the rest of her clothes coming off. Exploration came next for the women, the two eager to caress every inch of each other. There was not a blemish to be found by either hand or lips, Jessie traveling with her mouth towards the base of one of Sara's peaks. She trailed around its perimeter before Sara had enough, forcing the plush expanse of her breast onto Jessie's mouth. The scientist wasted no time, quickly studying her subject's swollen nipple within her mouth. She began to suck.
"Oooh that's it. They're so swollen, so fresh! Only for you. They're only for you~. Suck them hard. Suck them dry!"
Sara's fast talking eagerness was encouraging, yet she didn't need much to encourage Jessie with a pair of the best tits she had ever laid eyes on centimeters from her face, their hardened nips pouring fresh milk inside her like a newborn. She was as thirsty as one too, frantic for every last drop she could force out, her other hand working Sara's other breast as if it were a pump. It had gotten Sara so worked up that she was finding trouble with her wandering hands, unable to maintain a firm grip on whichever part of Jessie she explored. She did eventually find purchase in the bottom of her ass though, and with both hands she groped at them and lifted upwards, burying her lover's face even further into her bosom.
At this point it felt as if the very life was being sucked out of Sara, her hands clasping at Jessie's ass like stress balls. Jessie could sense she wanted it rougher though, her mind sinking within the passionate thoughts spilling into her from her lover. She spilled her own thoughts back to her, assuring her that a reckoning was coming. And just like that Sara was biting her lip, thrashing with joy, digging her nails into Jessie's ass and back. Licking, sucking, biting, squeezing, pinching, flicking, slapping, Sara received all of it!
The reaction Jessie was getting out of her had her sopping wet, her own mind prancing at the thought of what this woman might do to her in response. Of course, their minds now tethered and desires understood, Sara knew exactly how to proceed with her payback.
"You slut! Bitch! Fucking cunt! Insatiable bitch! Whore! You're such a whore! Stupid cunt! I'll ravage your cunt!"
Sara threw the thesaurus at her. Jessie had been badmouthed before during intercourse's, but to hear it from one her equal carried with it more weight, pleasantly chilling her to the bone. After several minutes of violent verbal assault, the woman had been worked up so badly that she begged Sara to stop and to devour said cunt.
It was the first time Jessie had begged for anything during sex, but she was at a loss with Sara. God she was perfect, so perfect in every way. She was the high she had been missing all this time and needed to indulge in everything she could offer.
Sara smirked as she rotated on top of Jessie.
"Can you take my fist?"
Jessie was quick to order "Fucking do it babe." while yanking Sara's fist down to her snatch. As intense as she was, Sara responded with a bit of finesse instead, inserting herself a finger at a time, until she had Jessie begging to add her thumb.
"Maybe that's enough."
"Fuck my cunt you beautiful bitch!"
Sara accepted her order and drove her fist inside. Her reaction was instantaneous--a long, and very loud, orgasm. Within the throes of it, Jessie latched onto Sara and bit into her shoulder. Even without their mental link, it was easy to assume that Jessie had never been fisted before. Lucky for her, Sara was willing to indulge for quite a while before she herself was in need of some tending to.
After pulling out, Jessie licked at her own fluids coating the hand of her lover, gently petting the wrist as she did. She stared at Sara like a playful kitten showing affection, but there was a hidden intensity there, Sara already perceiving what was to come next, her pussy quivering in excitement. Her hand fully cleaned, she leaned back and spread her legs wide. Her pussy was drooling more than her mouth, the begging on the other foot now as Jessie slyly lowered herself to oblige. Before fully digging in however, she felt like dishing out a compliment.
"Your pubes, mmm... so neatly trimmed."
She petted them with her nose, drawing an awkward laugh out of Sara before she was made a mess of by her masterful tongue work. Jessie was unrelenting, her motions more forceful than a pair of fingers and her motions whirling like a propeller. Just like she hadn't experienced fisting, she knew Sara had never felt the tongue of a woman. It was a night of fulfillment for the both of them, which only strengthened their powerful bonds.
One minute... two minutes.. faster and faster she went, until...
"Fuck! Don't stop! You can't stop! I'm gonna cum! Make me do it! Stupid bitch! Make me cum!"
Within a minute they were both strapped up and took turns licking each other's fake thingies. Then things started in earnest, Sara starting slow with Jessie before she began desperately pumping as if she wanted to get the last bit of water out of a well that was running dry. It became so fierce that she had to use Jessie's hips for leverage, almost reeling forward with her thrusts.
When it was Jessie's turn, she was more than ready to reassert dominance, battering into Sara's chambers like a door breach. It was enough to make Sara wince, which she hadn't desired to show, but there was no hiding each other's thoughts at this point. Then she began talking about Sara's backdoor, and everything clicked. The perfect end to the night they both internally agreed.
Sara was both overwhelmed by passion at the thorough rearing she was being given, as well as consumed by lust over how god damn much she loved Jessie. She was reborn, part of a greater whole with this woman now, a new hierarchy in human evolution.
"Fuck me harder! Harder! Faster damnit! Your goddess demands it!"
"Don't worry my love. I'll have you yelling for mercy!" Jessie snarled.
The two collapsed onto the bed, Jessie still bucking into Sara but now from a resting embrace, the two women locking into a kiss as their final climax of the night began to breach. It would be the beautiful end to a beautiful rebirth for Sara, and for Jessie a beautiful beginning to a beautiful reawakening. Her experiment had borne the most amazing of fruit, the solution to her boredom so simple now that she thought about it.
Satisfaction demands perfection.
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