She was your roommate in college, a smart girl who had been very shy and quiet. She was nice enough, but was very introverted and didn’t go out much. She was new to the campus and through a series of twists found herself rooming with an advanced biology major. One night she asked you what your thesis was on, and you explained over a bottle of wine that you were convinced that introverts and extroverts were genetic phenomena. And you were sure you were so close to discovering how to swap the two if needed with a tiny serum you were working on. She was excited for you and asked a bit hesitantly if you had tried it out yet, and what your results were. You handed her another glass of wine, disguising the elixir in the blood red liquid. She gulped it down, as you explained that it was in trial currently and that hopefully after a few tests you would be able to try it out on people soon. Explaining that it was relatively harmless, just shut down the part of the brain that didn’t want to be around people, lowered inhibition, “so that you are more ready to interact with new strangers” and instead increased the dopamine from seeing other people smile directly at you. She downed the cup of wine and you were delighted when she asked for a second cup. A few hours later, and a few glasses later your roommate was drunk and captivated as you beamed down at her sprawled out on her bed. Clothes looked a little tighter on her. She made you promise to share with her the elixir if it ever worked out. She really wanted to get out of her shell and meet some new people. She giggled before she fell asleep and you picked her up and set her in her own bed. You had all the time in the world for your science to do its work.
Weeks would go by as your roommate slowly lost her inhibition, began to be more and more friendly around the dorm room, and even consented to going shopping with you as her clothing was starting to fit more and more snuggly. She was lounging around more and more in tighter clothing, or even just a bra and panties now. She would ask to sit next to you as you studied and would even snuggle you on movie nights on the couch you two shared. She kept saying what a great friend you are, and that she loved coming out of her shell around you. What she didn’t know is that ever few days, you’d crack another bottle of wine, and give her another dose of your elixir.
A month would pass, and you had convinced your now very suggestible roommate that you should start having parties over at the dorm so that she could meet all your friends from around campus. She nearly jumped for joy, breasts bouncing in her overfilled bra, and stuffed white t-shirt you bought her, promising it was the latest fashion. She clung to you saying what a great boyfriend you were. She had become your “girlfriend” when one particular drunken wine evening, she asked how to be a great girlfriend if she didn’t have an experience. You simply sighed, and said “a good girlfriend lets her boyfriend play with her tits whenever he wants, and loves to suck cock. Every girl knows that” you said with obvious dramatic huffing. She looked shocked and blushed deeply. You knew you had her, had been priming her for this very interaction. “What are you embarrassed for?” You smiled, cock growing in anticipation. “It’s not like you haven’t sucked a cock before have you?” you asked almost accusatory?
Your roommate began to look at you like a deer in headlights. She nodded her head very slowly and whispered drunkenly she had never even touched a cock before. She wouldn’t make a very good girlfriend since she didn’t have any experience. You sighed, and without another word pulled out your thick cock right in front of her drunk face. “Well if you’d like to practice, I guess I could pretend to be your boyfriend till your better at it.” A look of wonder, horror, and lust passed over her face as she eagerly began to lap at your cock. Almost too slowly, she was inexperienced, and you were horny now. Before she had time to pick up the pace, you had grabbed her by her now much larger tits and pulled her down the length of your cock. The elixir had done its job. Molding her into a suggestible little slut, who lived to make people happy, had no inhibition, and got off on being used and smiled at.
Months would go by. Your roommate dropped out from college as she was never in any of her classes. She stopped being your girlfriend when you realized she couldn’t help from sucking off guys in the campus who smiled at her. Her breasts had swelled up and her body had molded itself to be as hot as any porn model. A wonderful side effect of the potion working to make the person more friendly or appeasing to others. You kept her mostly at home and used her to entertain guests, or yourself whenever you got the urge. You had already started slipping the elixir into the campus water supply by this time, but still had a special place in your heart for the little cock slut you first turned. She was as gullible as a sack of bricks, but could suck cock like it was the nectar of the gods, she was always smiling and happy. As you came home from another day of synthesizing the elixir for more distribution you fished out your cock as your roommate bounded through your apartment, tits and ass showing and ready to service your thickening rod.
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