This is another new story that I was kicking around for a while. I wanted to basically give a bimbo powers to suck the brains out of people but when I started writing found myself wanting to make it a bit more complex because I think the story arc has a lot of potential and I wanted someone who was actually smart to be given some amazing powers that require the person to have to think about what they want to use them for. Use it for justice and to fix some things? Or use it to make yourself rich and powerful? Or some of both? I hope you enjoy it, and again, you can comment as much as you want, just be polite about it.
Blow Your Mind
Dr. Timmons held up a cup of water and looked a bit worried.
"You are sure you are okay? Eyesite is fine, no dizziness, pains, trouble breathing?"
Brandi shook her head. "I'm fine Doc. I think I coughed it all out. Weird smell, but I'm okay."
"At least you had better hope so." Was the unspoken thought that went through Brandi's mind as she sipped the water. "If not, you or at least the university is going to be paying for it through the nose."
Brandi was a Senior at a major university who was majoring in Chemistry with a minor in business. She was pretty smart and when she put her mind to it, she earned pretty good grades. But she didn't often put her mind to it. She had found a much easier way.
Brandi was a hottie. She had been nice looking in high school and fairly popular, but she had really blossomed in college. She was about 5 foot ten inches, had an amazing body with curves in all the right places, and a picture-perfect hourglass shape with the classic "36-24-36" measurements and a set of CC boobs to round it out. She had reddish brown hair, with grey eyes (although she would sometimes wear blue contacts), and in great shape.
Her freshman year she had realized that her looks could get her a lot. She got into the hottest sorority on campus, not the "We are Woman" one, but the "We are the Hottest Women!" one. Lots of parties, lots of boys, lots of gifts and rides, and lots of help on her studies. She had quickly mastered the art of wrapping nerds around her finger for anything that required real work. She was smart enough to realize she couldn't have them do everything, but she certainly had a lot of "mundane" studying taken care of. And she did sometimes like to exercise her mind and do some research and work, especially in chemistry which she was quite good at and very interested in. Chemical reactions and the way you could manipulate the elements just seemed so fascinating to her, just like how she could use her looks and charm on men (and even women on occasion).
By her senior year Brandi had figured out that the real money, other than marrying it, was in R and D. Getting the patent for a breakthrough in a new medicine or polymer could set you up on easy street for life. One of her study partners, an engineer, had done that his junior year on a type of industrial screw used in building houses of all things. But as dumb as it sounded, he had become a near millionaire overnight and was probably set for life.
Brandi had applied for a job as a research assistant and teaching assistant to Dr. Timmons, head of the chemistry department, genius and someone who was constantly getting patents and was known as "Doc" to the entire school. Aside from him being a great teacher, mentor, and being well liked in a "nutty professor" kind of way, he was constantly coming up with ideas and was more than happy to help others develop them.
Brandi had some tough competition but had gotten the slot. But not fairly.
She had seduced the Doctor and was his secret lover. The doctor's wife was the head of the English department, and she was a rather stuffy and much to feminist for Brandi's liking, always going on about the patriarchy and so on. She wasn't really over the top as in trying to get anyone fired who said something she didn't like, but she could always be counted on to say a put down to anything a guy said.
Brandi had seen the Doctor was a prime candidate for her charms and it had been so easy she wondered why she hadn't tried seducing more of her teachers earlier. Dr. Timmons was like putty in her hands for most things. Grades, recommendations, access to anything in the lab she wanted, gifts (which she was careful NOT to overdo so the Doctor wouldn't find himself in trouble explaining expenses), and even his private lake house a couple of times. As she had to do was give him some blowjobs and some sex and be nice to him. More than a fair trade as far as she was concerned, and the Doctor was a half decent partner who had some fun kinks that Brandi had let him explore with her.
But one thing which had frustrated her lately was the latest project he was working on. A new material made out of coal that was light as plastic and strong as steel. Brandi had only found out about it accidentally and she had tried to get in with him to work on it. He had constantly refused and the last time he had threatened to fire her as his assistant. She had been mad but did not make any mention of blackmail or try to strong arm him. She took his reluctance as a challenge to her mind and her charms. And she knew that if she tried and it came out in the public eye, she was as good as blackballed in the industry.
She had stopped bringing it up and had thrown herself into work, trying to show the Doc that she was trustworthy and useful enough.
Which was why she was now sitting on a stool sipping water. She was assisting him late on a Wednesday night on a special project he was working on with the medical department and the biology department. It was rather fascinating actually, genetic modification, attempting to make a chemical that could transfer "good" cellular data (aka DNA) from one person to another via a chemical agent. The idea was that you could take the DNA code of good bone marrow and transfer it with an injection into someone without it and have the code override the bad and replace with an "updated" set of genetic instructions.
On the genetic side of the house, this thing was years away from being viable according to the project head. But they had enough to start working on the chemical side, a chemical that could "copy" the data, "carry" the data, and then "upload" the data. That is what they had been working on for the last several weeks and had been this evening when the Doc had bumped a tube which mixed some stuff it shouldn't have. The Doc hadn't noticed and had turned away right as Brandi had turned around. She saw the bubbling tube and just had enough time to go "Crap!" and it had flash-burned and blew a huge cloud of greenish gas right into her face. She got a full lung full and had started coughing. After a few minutes she had stopped coughing and felt fine.
The Doc was obviously worried about what had happened, so she smiled at him. "Hey Doc, relax, I'm good. Just some smoke really, I am not feeling any problems at all. But I will go to the medical center tomorrow morning after my run and get checked out."
The Doc nodded. "Please do my Dear. I am fairly certain that this was not dangerous, but we can never be too careful. This did contain some of that new genetic material from the biology lab, so please get a thorough examination. Let's call it a night, shall we?"
Brandi smiled and looked around quickly. After making sure they were alone she stood up and wrapped her arms around Dr. Timmons neck and leaned in close. "Do you want to call it a full night, or maybe just a night here in the lab?" She said softly and gave him a light kiss on the lips.
Dr. Timmons smiled and pulled her in for a more thorough kiss and then shook his head. "My dear Brandi, I do love spending time with you, in the lab or out. But let's call it a full night."
Brandi gave her sexy pout and then gave the Doc another peck and started to clean up. She finished up and headed back to the sorority house. She fell asleep and slept fine. The next day after her morning workout she headed over to the Campus Medical Center and got checked out. Other than a very slight fever she was fine. The fever was barely even a degree and the PA said it could just be because she had been wearing a tight sweater when she came in.
