23 years later - Jenny
I found the notes below in Uncle Jerry's safe, after he and his wife Aunt Beverly passed away. They explained nearly everything.
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I'm Jerry Jerkins, and scents and chemicals are my life. Professionally, I'm a pharmacologist. I'd invented an erectile dysfunction treatment, but not until Viagra had already been approved for use. One of my little pills gives a man a firm erection for forty to ninety minutes, but at least five other drugs do the same. A few even do it better.
The special thing about mine is that it increases a man's pheromone production. It doesn't turn women into love slaves, nothing drastic, but any nearby females who are already in the mood see a man who takes it as more attractive than usual. I never advertised the pheromone side effect and never mentioned it to anyone.
Testing proved it was as safe as the other common pills. In tests where only the male reaction to it was measured, it was nearly as good as Viagra, Cialis, and the others. Fortunately for me, word got around that men who used my drug seemed more successful winning over new ladies. It became a favorite of single guys and earned my company several billion.
I'd also partnered with a cigarette company to make a new brand for women, with an additive which lowers the sexual inhibitions of females. It doesn't arouse them or control their minds. It only lowers their fear and worries related to sex, similar to what they would feel after three or four drinks, but without making them intoxicated. That's enough for the average woman who smokes them to enjoy sex two to three times as often as usual and be more willing to sleep with people they don't know well. Each cigarette also has a tiny amount of female sex pheromone, which attracts males, lesbians, and bisexual females.
My biggest and most secret discovery was a chemical I call AOA, Aroma Obsession Activator. At the time I accidentally invented it, I was in high school. School was out for the summer, and I was experimenting in my basic chemistry lab in the family basement. My mother brought a basket of dirty laundry down and set it on the floor between my lab table and the washing machine. During an experiment I burned my finger and yanked my hand away, causing me to spill some of my new creation onto the dirty clothes in the basket.
The minor accident changed my life. AOA splashed onto underwear that had been worn by my three older sisters. As the name suggests, I became sexually obsessed with the scent of my sisters' panties. I spent the rest of the afternoon in the basement sniffing their filthy clothing and masturbating. I even tasted the underwear several times as I pleasured myself.
