Chapter 3
The next time Danny went online with Mike, he was on a mission.
He needed to understand more about this Liquid Bliss, and he needed to be more careful if he was going to keep using it. "Mike, man, I've got to ask you something," Danny opened, his voice low even though he was alone in the basement.
"What's up, man?" Mike replied, his voice booming through the speakers. "You finally try that stuff I sent you?"
"Yeah, I did," Danny admitted, feeling a flush of guilt. "And it worked, but I think something may have gone wrong cause she passed out. Did you watch the video I sent you?”
Mike laughed, a loud, raucous sound. “Video, video…. No video…. Oh shit here it is in my Spam folder.” As Mike pulled up the video, Danny could see his friends eyes open in excitement. From Mike’s speakers he could hear Sarah’s sexy moaning and the sound of his cock sliding furiously in and out of her.
Mike’s laughter faded, replaced by a low whistle. "Damn, you weren't kidding. That's some seriously hot shit…. save that baby for later…"
Danny felt a surge of pride, but quickly pushed it aside. "Yeah, but look, I need to know more about this stuff. I’m afraid if I fuck this up I’m gonna kill her or something."
Mike chuckled, "Alright, alright, let's talk. So, Liquid Bliss, it's not some magical potion, you know. It's an advanced pharmaceutical, designed to lower inhibitions and increase...”
Danny cut him off, “Yeah yeah man, I read the website as well. Where the hell did you find it?” Danny asked.
“I didn’t tell you? My dad’s a scientist, man. His company makes this shit.” Mike said, leaning back in his chair, a smug grin on his face. “He's always tinkering with stuff in his lab, and this was one of his... side projects.”
Danny's eyes widened. "So, your dad made this? Isn't that... illegal?"
Mike waved a hand dismissively. "Nah, man, it's not like he's selling it or anything. His company makes it for some third party business and what they do with it on their end is up to them... Better yet, check this: I’m a chemical engineering major right? Bro, I do work study for my dad’s company like 15-20 hours a week. I can take anything I want from there, they don’t care. The chemicals cost like less than fractions of pennies.” Mike said, leaning back in his chair, a smug grin on his face. “And my dad doesn’t give a shit, he’s got like a 30 million-dollar grant from the government to invent new stuff so he’s always got some weird new project he’s working on.”
Danny whistled, impressed. “That’s crazy, man. So, you can just... take it?”
“Pretty much,” Mike said, “I mean, I have to be careful, obviously. Can’t get caught with it, or my dad would probably just lecture me about being a ‘good example’ or whatever. But yeah, I’ve got access to all sorts of stuff. Anyway, back to Liquid Bliss. It's not like it's dangerous or anything, you just gotta know how to use it. How much did you give her?" Mike asked, his avatar leaning in, eyes narrowing as he waited for Danny's response.
Danny hesitated, "Uh, I'm not sure exactly. I just... used almost a whole whole bottle, I guess."
Mike's avatar blinked, then let out a low whistle. "Dude, that's way too much. No wonder she passed out. That bottle was supposed to last for like, a couple months or something. You're supposed to use just a few drops at a time."
Danny felt a pang of guilt, realizing he had been reckless. "Shit, I didn't know."
Mike shrugged, “It’s fine, its fine. Your Aunt has been taking way more than the required amount, that's why you're seeing these effects. The other night, she drank a whole bottle AND she was drunk as a skunk at the time. At a lower dose with little or no alcohol, she'd just be... loosened up, you know? More open to suggestion, more... receptive. But at the dose level she’s been taking, it’s basically short-circuiting her brain, overloaded her senses. That's why she’s passing out."
Danny thought about how Aunt Sarah had passed out after her orgasm. He nodded, relieved. "Okay, that makes sense. So, how much should I give her next time?"
Mike thought for a moment, his fingers tapping on the keyboard as he calculated. "Alright, so for your aunt, I'd say start with about half a milliliter. That should be enough to... loosen her up, without overloading her system. Damn, I’m jealous, I never had the balls to try the shit and here you are fucking your hot Latina’s aunt’s brains out with it.”
Danny made a note of the measurement on a Post-it note, sticking it to his monitor.
“Yeah, well, I’m not planning on telling anyone about this,” Danny said, feeling a pang of guilt. “But hey, now I’m almost out. Can I get more?”
Mike leaned back in his chair, a sly grin spreading across his face. “Well, now that you mention it, I can definitely get more to... share with you. But it’s gonna cost you.”
Danny raised an eyebrow. “Cost me what?”
Mike chuckled. “Nothing big, just a favor. Just keep sending me the videos man. Scouts honor I won’t do anything with them, I’m just a pervert.”
Danny agreed, but still had another question. “What about overdosing?”
Mike held his chin thoughtfully and did a few calculations in his mind. “Yeah, not possible. Someone would literally have to drink four liters of the stuff minimum in one sitting, and even then worst case it gives them really bad diarrhea. It's not a lethal dose, but it's not exactly fun either." Mike explained, "And even then, the body would probably just absorb most of it instead of expelling it all at once. So, you're safe, just don't go crazy with it, okay?"
Danny nodded, relieved. "Okay, I'll be careful. Thanks, Mike."
"No problem, man. Now, about that favor..." Mike said, winking at the camera.
Danny rolled his eyes but smiled. "Yeah, yeah, I'll send you more videos…. If it happens again, that is.”
Mike laughed exaggeratedly “If it happens again… ‘IF’, you son of a bitch! You better fuck her tonight, for me!
