The rhythmic thumping against the wall was making it damn near impossible to diagram electron configurations. Kate banged her fist on the adjoining wall. "Could you please keep it down over there, Veronica? I'm trying to study!"
A muffled giggle, followed by a wet, enthusiastic moan, was her only response.
Kate gritted her teeth. As if higher-level quantum physics wasn't challenging enough, she had to learn it while listening to Veronica's mission of eventually fucking the entire football team.
Veronica, currently wearing nothing but spray tan and perfectly applied glitter eyeshadow, seemed like she had a new boyfriend every week, and she wasn't too worried if they overlapped. She was sprawled on her pink sheets while Chad--or was it Brad?--clumsily thrust into her.
"Harder, baby!" She held onto the headboard as he picked up the pace. Her large breasts swayed with the rhythmic creaking of the bed springs.
Another annoyed banging on the wall. Veronica moaned loudly as he grunted out one last thrust, then pulled out and came over her tits. The white liquid contrasted beautifully against her perfectly tanned skin. She playfully swirled it around a couple times with her fingers, lost in the afterglow.
Her phone dinged. It was another booty call, this time from her newest boyfriend. She grabbed a tissue from her nightstand to wipe herself clean as she texted back "omw". Keeping up with all these guys was hard work, but she loved the attention. She needed to make sure she was always ready to satisfy them, otherwise they'd be on to the next bimbo in a flash, and she didn't have time for that kind of drama.
That's why she religiously popped two "Passion Drop" pills every morning. They weren't technically FDA-approved -- okay, they were probably made in someone's bathtub -- but the little sky blue pills kept her libido constantly firing on all cylinders. When she reached for the bottle, however, she found it empty. She'd have to pick up some more on the way.
On the other side of the wall, Kate massaged her temples and tried to focus now that the noise from the other room had subsided. Quantum entanglement? Easy. Staying focused with that racket going on? Near impossible. She chewed on the end of her pen, a nervous habit that always annoyed her roommate.
Veronica opened the door. "You know, your wall banging is really annoying. Maybe invest in some noise-cancelling headphones, babe."
Furious, Kate stood up from her desk. "I'm annoying? Maybe take a break from trying to fuck every guy on campus and actually do some studying for once!"
Veronica smirked. "Maybe if you made an effort, you'd actually be able to get a guy to fuck you." She looked Kate up and down--dressed in a baggy hoodie and sweatpants, her pale freckled face glaring at her from a pair of large round glasses. Veronica thought she had potential, if she would only loosen up and stop being such a nerd.
"I'm not trying to get fucked, I'm trying to study," Kate scoffed. "You know, what college is actually for?"
Veronica rolled her eyes. "Whatever. I won't bother you anymore tonight. I'm going to pick up my meds."
"Oh, great. Can you grab mine too? I just ran out." Kate asked. She had been too busy studying to pick up her "Brain Boost" prescription herself. Those little pale azure pills sharpened her focus, boosted her reasoning skills, and enabled the long study sessions that Kate's high academic standards required. Finals were looming, and she needed every advantage she could get.
Veronica nodded, gave her a practiced saccharine smile, and left. Letting out an exasperated sigh, Kate sat back down at her desk, determined to make the most of this short period of peace and quiet.
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Veronica sauntered down the dorm hallway, her tiny pink shorts barely concealing her ass cheeks. It was one of the older buildings across town, not nearly as well maintained as Kate and Veronica's. The walls had accumulated various stains over the years, and the carpet looked overdue for a deep clean.
She knocked twice on the door of 302. The door opened a crack, and then all the way to let her in.
"H-hi Veronica, can I help you?" Ethan stammered. He was a chemistry whiz who discovered he could make a tidy sum by selling various supplements to the student population.
"Picking up a refill, Ethan." Victoria said, shutting the door behind her. "And you'll need to increase the strength again."
"You must be b-building up a tolerance." Said Ethan, avoiding eye contact as he rummaged around in the various drawers behind his small desk.
Ethan had seen all types of students asking for kinds of strange and unorthodox concoctions. But no one made him as flustered as Veronica. She was in a different league.
The dorm room was small and cramped, as all dorm rooms are. This one felt especially claustrophobic due to the number of vials, jars, and assorted chemistry equipment stacked on every possible surface. Something bubbled ominously on a hot plate that surely violated every safety code.
"Oh, and I'm picking up Kate's too." Veronica said.
Ethan nodded. He filled two small bottles with the respective pills, and started printing the labels.
"Thanks, Ethan. How much do I owe you?" Victoria said sweetly.
Ethan swallowed hard as he looked up, distracted by Veronica's soft voice. Her ample chest was practically spilling out of her low-cut tank top. Sky blue eyes, luscious lips, and everything else... He briefly wondered why she even needed libido boosters; she seemed to exude raw sexual energy.
He peeled off the labels and, his mind elsewhere entirely, slapped them onto the wrong bottles.
"Okay, that'll be... uh... fifty-four."
Veronica pulled out a small wad of cash from her pocket and handed it to Ethan. "Thanks, sweetie! You're a lifesaver."
"N-no problem," Ethan mumbled, handing her the bottles. He watched her walk away, his gaze lingering on her swaying hips. He was pretty sure he'd just messed up something important, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. And honestly, he was too flustered to care. He suddenly had to take care of a much more pressing problem in his pants.
Later that night, Veronica returned to her dorm and handed Kate her bottle. Kate thanked her, feeling a little embarrassed for her outburst earlier. Returning to her desk, she stared at the last problem on her sheet, as if willing it to solve itself. Why couldn't she figure this out?
Kate took out two small blue pills. "Finally," she muttered to herself, and swallowed them with a swig of stale coffee.
She felt the effects of the unfamiliar medicine--a pleasant warmth spread quickly throughout her body. This was unusual, but Kate attributed it to her sleep deprivation.
No matter how much she tried, Kate wasn't able to focus the rest of the night. She kept subconsciously squirming in her seat, feeling a frustrated heat that was surely due to the difficult physics problem. Eventually, she gave up and went to bed, falling instantly into a deep sleep.
∗ ∗ ∗
Kate woke up the next morning with a gasp, her body tingling in a way it never had before. Looking down, she noticed that her hoodie seemed to fit more snugly than yesterday. She felt her boobs through the thick fabric. They definitely felt different... fuller, more sensitive. She grazed her nipple with her thumb and let out an involuntary moan.
What the hell? Was she coming down with something? Her body did feel unusually warm. Kate noticed that she had been subconsciously rubbing her legs together. She reached down and touched her underwear, and felt a noticeable wet spot.
Usually, her first thought upon waking was the impending doom of her physics exam, but today, all she could think about was sex. She sat up in bed, her face flushed. Her usual morning routine of last-night's coffee and frantic textbook review was completely derailed by the sudden, overwhelming urge pulsing between her legs. She tried to ignore it, to reason with herself, but the urge only grew stronger, more insistent.
"This is ridiculous," she muttered, trying to channel her inner scientist. Maybe this required further investigation. Determined to get to the bottom of this, she slid her hand beneath her gray cotton underwear. She just needed to collect more data.
Kate tentatively stroked herself, her fingers clumsy and unsure. It felt surprisingly good. Too good, in fact. She picked up the pace, her breath quickening as the sensations intensified. She sat up, pulling her hoodie over her pale, swollen breasts. They definitely looked bigger. For the first time, she truly explored her body, teasing her nipple with her right hand while her left drew frantic circles around her clit. "If anything, this is really interesting", she thought, almost proud of herself.
Her breathing became shallow, her muscles tense, as she neared the edge. The pressure built, coiled tight, then released. A wave of pure pleasure rushed over her. She gripped the sheets and cried out, her body convulsing, her mind blessedly blank for a few precious moments.
She lay panting on her bed, eyes shut tight, riding out the aftermath of her orgasm. When she opened her eyes again she let out a small satisfied groan. Her sheets were slightly damp and smelled faintly of sweat, but she felt good.
A strange mix of confusion and exhilaration swirled within her. That had been... intense. She had never woken up feeling like that before--her sex drive had always been mostly theoretical. Kate wondered what could have caused it, thinking back to the previous day. But already the warmth between her legs was growing stronger, having been only momentarily subdued. She couldn't focus.
Getting up at last, she took her pills and started getting dressed to leave the dorm. Kate knew she should get a quick study session in before class, but there was no way that was happening in her current condition.
She needed coffee. Lots and lots of coffee.
Meanwhile, in the other bedroom, Veronica woke up feeling strangely... rested. And focused. Usually, mornings were a chaotic scramble of hairspray, fake eyelashes, and frantic text messages. But today, she felt calm, collected, and... oddly drawn to her math textbook.
∗ ∗ ∗
Kate stumbled out of the dorm, practically vibrating with pent-up energy. The air felt electric against her skin, and every person she passed seemed to possess an almost unbearable allure. She fought the urge to grab the nearest cute guy and drag him back to her room. She reminded herself that she was a respectable scientist, not some hormone-crazed animal.
"Coffee," she muttered, "Coffee will fix everything."
But the rich scent of roasted beans did little to calm her thoughts when she entered "Brew Awakening," the local coffee shop. Today, the familiar surroundings felt different. Softer, duller, and more... sensual.
"Hey, what can I get you?"
She jumped, eyes jumping to the barista. She'd seen him countless times before--simply a background character in her quest for caffeine. Now, however, he looked... different. His messy brown hair seemed artfully tousled, his kind eyes sparkled with intelligence, and the way his muscles strained against his apron... she swallowed hard.
