Welcome to Wednesday WIP – Work In Progress!
Oh, Sugar, Sugar
You are my candy girl
And you got me wanting you
Mind Altering/Free Use/Incest Themes
Opening scene.
I clapped my hand on my son’s shoulder. “Excellent results! Well done.”
Gregory looked up at me with a delighted smile. “Thanks, Dad.”
I peered at the equations on his screen. “Is that the correct compound, though? I don’t think I’ve come across that one.”
“According to Professor James’ notes, it’s correct. I was dubious at first, but it works, as you can see from the white powder in the flask.” He proudly indicated the white residue in the flask on his workbench.
“True. So, it’s meant to be a sugar substitute with zero calories that tastes like the real thing. Could be a money spinner, I’m surprised old man James didn’t get around to marketing the product or at least get it field tested.”
“Well, maybe you should get the university to put the machinery in motion.”
“Capital idea. I shall take it up with the faculty board. This will put you in a good position for your finals.”
Greg adjusted his glasses, flushed with excitement. We were not only close but peas in a pod. Unruly blond hair, glasses and slender build. I’m Jonah Barnard, 45 and Professor of Chemistry at Stratford University, 45 and my wife, Mary, is 47 and head of the Biology Dept. Greg is 20 and his sister, Gwen, is 23.
Greg talked nonstop at the evening meal about his findings based on Prof James’ notes and the steps he took to fill in the gaps. Mary beamed her delight. She was a brunette with a plump figure and prettier than she believed herself to be. I often encouraged her to be more expressive and confident, but she preferred to hide her light under a bushel. Which is a shame, as she had a mighty fine bushel!
Gwen was less enthused. She and Greg were competitive, which added to the normal brother-sister rivalry. She inherited her mother’s build, albeit with a more impressive bust and my fairer colouring. Greg teased her about the size of her boobs, and she retaliated with barbs about being a ‘wimpy nerd’. Gwen was entering the field of medicine. We were a bright, accomplished family, and I could not have been prouder.
It was some weeks later, as we were preparing for the summer holidays, that Greg tapped on my study door.
“What’s up, son?”
Greg chewed his bottom lip in worry and closed the door behind him. “I’ve been refining the sugar compound and think I’ve got it spot on in terms of texture and refinement. I was pretty excited until I came across this in a box full of Professor James’ junk.” He brandished a CD.
“Don’t see these anymore,” I said, taking the CD.
“I know. Luckily, there’s an old PC in the garage. I managed to boot it up and play it.”
“Okay, so why the long face?”
“It’s part of James’ testing. Seems he tried the compound on himself. Nothing, it just made a very pleasant cocoa. Then his wife tried the same, and well, it all went a bit funky.”
“Funky?”
“Really funky!”
“Any clues for your old man?”
“His wife went nuts. Sex mad, like you know porn star mad.” Greg had gone bright red.
“Ah, so -er- pretty funky.”
“Yeah. You have to see it for yourself to believe it.”
We exchanged looks. Greg was old enough to treat sex as a normal biological function; his mother, after all, was a biologist. On the other hand, I didn’t encourage my son to watch anything funky.
“I’ll check this out for myself later.”
“Okay, Dad. Then we need to talk.”
“Absolutely.” I put the CD down, intending to get round to it this evening. I lasted ten minutes. Fifteen minutes later, I’m watching Professor James’s wife, Gloria, slobbering over his cock like it’s her last meal on Earth.
‘As you can see, Gloria has become unmanageable after ingesting the compound. My only recourse is to provide her with the sexual relief she craves, although frankly, I am starting to run out of steam. I have asked my colleague Professor Wilcox and his wife to assist me and chart my wife’s behaviour.’
‘It’s 3:45 and Robin and his wife are stunned by my wife’s wanton behaviour. As you can see, Gloria is masturbating in front of them and begging them to fuck her. I suspect my wife has degradation fantasies, and my compound has brought them to the fore and even amplified them.’
A startled shriek of “Robin!” caused the Professor to look round. Gloria was straddling Robin, and her ample arse was going six to the dozen on Robin’s cock in front of his horrified wife. I noted that Gloria had a first-rate arse and couldn’t blame Professor Wilcox for succumbing.
‘It’s now 5:22 pm, and Gloria has quietened down as the compound leaves her system. Robin had sex with my wife twice, and I had a go in between his stints. Gloria’s orgasms seem to have a calming effect, and Janet is charting the correlations.’
He swung around to Janet, who was topless. She waved at the camera, her face flushed. ‘Janet has not ingested the compound, but did go down on Gloria after initiating sex with her husband, and it has affected her too. This milder reaction implies that dosage is very important.’
‘It is 6:07 pm. Some more data. Janet says she felt the need to have sex with Robin and then perform cunnilingus on my wife. I suspect that the pheromones my wife is shedding sparked this need, and this was compounded by sex with Robin. Both Robin and I noticed a strong reduction in our attention to social norms. A willingness to engage in sex and less inhibition in showing our bodies. To give you an example, I am drawn to Janet spreading her pussy for us to look at and film.
Oh, and our language is becoming cruder.’
The camera panned to a giggling Janet who was spreading her pussy for all the world to see
The film’s quality was low-res, which I found immensely frustrating.
‘It is 11:28 am the following day. Gloria has calmed down considerably, though her behaviour remains beyond what is socially acceptable. She exhibits no concerns about being nude, is open to sexual behaviour as if she were being asked to pass the salt. Janet is totally free of the effects, although she remains relaxed about the situation. It is possible new pathways are being formed in the brain that allow her to enjoy a freer attitude to sex.’
‘12:32pm. It seems we were right about the dose. Janet volunteered to ingest a quarter teaspoon of the compound in her tea earlier this morning at 09:23 am. Soon, she began trying to initiate sex and exhibited a casual and carefree attitude. But unlike Gloria, she could largely control herself and function normally. Yet fifteen minutes ago, Robin just took his wife almost without comment as she was preparing lunch. She made no attempt to stop him; indeed, she facilitated the coupling. Gloria is asleep and has been for hours.’
‘Final update: Gloria is awake and seems back to normal, save for a more casual attitude to sex and nudity. There is much data to process!’
I took the CD out of the slot and tapped it thoughtfully. Next question: Where was the processed data?
Next Time in Sugar, Sugar: Jonah and Greg take a trip to see Gloria, the grieving widow.
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