Angela's life had been turned upside-down. She was stressed beyond belief as she tried to balance working part time at a chemical research facility with caring for her new triplets. Not to mention her violent husband who if not drunk or cheating would be spending the night in a police cell for whatever it was he had last done.
The 26-year-old bio-chemistry graduate was working for a chemical research company near London, considering the creation of a drug that would allow people to clear their minds and focus more on a task. They had not been making progress for a while now, putting Angela's job at risk, the last thing she needed.
The red-head sunk back into her chair, shutting her sea-blue eyes and sighing as she wondered what she was going to do. Her long red curls fell neatly over her shoulders, resting by her round, motherly breasts, which ached from bearing milk for her children. It was in this moment that her pretty, freckled face lit up with an idea. She sat up straight, her slim yet somewhat curved figure typing away at the computer, as she worked furiously into the night.
Early the next morning she was stood grinning ear to ear in the testing lab. She had...pivoted...taken her ideas and about $10m-worth of research that she had been working on and turned it into something better...something fun. If she had got this right, she would soon be testing a new drug...a drug that should give someone the power to control another person's mind. The only problem was, she needed to find a way of adding the controller's DNA to the sample. She needed a means by which the drug could be delivered.
It was at this point that a very crazy idea struck her...she knew that this is something the company could never condone her doing as a project, let alone test something so controversial within their lab. She paused...wondering what on earth could possibly possess her to do this.
"Fuck it..." she muttered to herself, grabbing a syringe and filling it with the vial of golden fluid that she had so expertly created. She swallowed nervously...pausing as she held the syringe in the air in front of her. She took a last second to think...before plunging the needle into her left breast, slowly pushing the plunger. She winced as it entered her body, stinging ever so slightly for the first couple of seconds. She then moved to the top of her other breast, repeating the process.
When she was done, she packed up her things and raced out of the building, feeling like a naughty, truant school kid, who had just left a rotten egg in the principal's office. She jumped in her car and drove home full of excitement, fear, and trying to register what she had just done. You see...Angela's ape of a husband, Barry, had taken a liking during her pregnancy, to drinking from her breasts. This was something that she did not enjoy, but was far too afraid to put a stop to. Her mind was ablaze with curiosity as to what she might be able to test in just a few hours' time.
Angela had just put her kids into bed that night, when she finally climbed into her own, exhausted by her exertion over the last day and a half. She was grateful that her pig of a husband had managed to find his way to bed, only a little drunk and thankfully not smelling of other women. She hated that. As he climbed in with her, he did his usual thing of throwing his beefy arms around waist, pulling her close to him. She could smell the alcohol on his breath. Admittedly he was a handsome man, one that had not always been this way. She would often think back to her days in university when he had promised her the life of her dreams. What idiots...She would often think of them both.
His short blonde hair was ruffled, and his emerald but empty green eyes stared at her face. She did not fight him tonight, and instead of trying to roll away from him when he made a move for her breasts, she gave him what he wanted...or at least...what he thought he was getting. Tonight would be different she smiled to herself, wondering if it would work as he took her left nipple between his rough lips. Had she got the dosage right? Would he be okay? Would it work? How long would it take? She suddenly began to have second thoughts, but realised that she was too late, seeing his neck move as he swallowed. She moaned a little as he sucked, for once not actually feeling altogether repulsed by the sensation of her drunk husband using her in this way.
Once he had finished with her, he rolled over and pulled his dick out from his boxers like usual. She sighed, wishing that it would work, and praying that it would do so soon. She did not have the energy to fight his attempts. Reluctantly she let her husband proceed to play with himself right next to her, moving closer to her body as he felt up and down her toned legs. Only then did it hit her that she had no idea how it would work...would she just be able to think it? No...surely not...she would need to give him the idea somehow. What if...she told him what she wanted? Put the idea in his head, let his brain trick him into thinking it's what he wanted? Perhaps that's all it would take.
Soon her husband's attempts became a little less forceful, even disoriented, as though he'd been hit by another few shots of whisky. Her heart leapt, Yes, of course it must only take as long as it would for alcohol. She began smiling like an idiot just as her husband began to rub himself against her smooth right ass cheek uncertainly. She decided to take a gamble, knowing perfectly well just how wrong this could go given his temperament...
