This is the third part of a series. The characters in this story are totally fictitious. It is only fiction any correlation any real person alive or dead is purely happenstance.
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The two Pleasure enhanced women were discussing their lack of wardrobe. There enhanced "E" cup breasts would not fit in their tailored "A" cup sized blouses. Constance had two peasant's blouses that they fit into, although they looked quite risquΓ©. The decision was made to make an hour drive to a distant Macy's store where anyone that would know them would be unlikely to be
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I became lost in thought.
Why did Constance lactate and Beverley did not lactate? How could Pleasure fulfill the fantasies of the person it is applied to? Chemical compounds should give set results, not do individual things for individual people. These questions plague my mind. Like the mold changing pleasure's alcohol from CH
3
OH (wood alcohol) to one more akin to C
9
H
16
O
2
(whiskey). How did the mold alter it so much? What else about this root was I not aware of? This kind of thing is not unheard of in chemistry; aspirin was sold for decades before chemists understood how it worked. Aspirin was the most profitable pill ever invented. It was just synthesized acetylsalicylic acid, a very simple process. How could I make the results permanent without reapplication? All this was swirling inside my brain.
"What if they want to see my I.D. when I use my credit card?" Constance asked.
"Yes we look way different from our photos," Beverley said.
"
Terrence, are you listening to me?" Constance asked. Constance shook my arm.
I came out of my thoughts, though I was aware of what the ladies were discussing.
"I just went to the DMV and replaced my license as if I had lost mine, my fingerprint is still the same," I said.
"That does not help us with purchasing clothes today," Constance said.
"I can always pay for the items with my card if you have trouble," I said.
"Ok, but we need a lot of clothes," Beverley said.
"I have a decent amount of unused credit on my card," I said.
"These blouses need underwear under them our nipples are showing through," Constance said.
"No they don't. You both look fantastic," I said.
"Okay you should wear a speedo swim suit to a store," Constance said.
"I do not own one, sorry," I said.
"We will buy you one today," Beverley said.
Finally the girls felt presentable and we were ready for the drive to the hour distant Macy's. We all piled into Constance's Mercedes, Constance was driving. Beverley was shotgun and I was in the back seat. We traveled north on 101 until we went east on highway 37. Of course there was traffic at Sears point. As usual for a summer Saturday there was a race of some sort. This added 25 minutes to our trip. When we reached the trail to look out at the bay Constance pulled over and parked. It was a gravel path that led out into the tulles. The trail had a small gravel parking lot for access. Once the car was parked Constance exited the car and opened the back door to get back in. She slides across the back seat.
"My breasts are starting to leak, Terrence. You need to suck them dry," Constance said.
She pulled her top down and I greedily sucked her milk laden boob. As I enjoyed the milk and Constance loved it. She cradled my head as I sucked her nipples. Some people were walking their dogs by the car. A woman in her seventies stopped and cleared her throat. The windows were darkly tinted, but it was still possible to see into the car. I thought the woman had noticed what we up to, but she walked on. The thrill of someone potentially catching us and the increased sensitivity of her nipples caused Constance to orgasm. Beverley being still linked with Constance once again followed suit. I sucked the other nipple and she climaxed again, Beverley did also. Once the enjoyable chore of breast drainage was handled Constance got behind the wheel again. We were on the road again. Soon we were approaching the north gate of Mare Island.
"I want you to see my lab. I need to get more products anyway," I said.
"Okay, direct me to it," Constance said.
I directed her to the lab. It was on the north end of the Island. We all got out of the car and we went into the lab. Beverley and Constance looked at my small lab and sparse living conditions. I could tell they did not approve of my digs.
"I had to sell my house in Danville to continue my research," I explained.
I showed them Bunigilia root. The mold was now purple. I decided to distill it to see what the change would be. I put some of it in water turned on a Bunsen burner to make a mash. It quickly simmered to break down the roots sugar. It would soon ferment. I put some jars of cream into a tote bag.
"I will have to come back in one to three days to run it through the still," I said.
"Ok but we need clothes," Beverley said
"I have a neighbor Elaine who lost her beach wear store and lives here across the street. She has some left over stock. She might have bikini tops that you can use for underwear," I said.
"You just suggested that?" Beverley said laughing.
"I know crazy, last thing I want is to cover your nipples. I just thought of what Constance would want," I said.
"Good idea, I appreciate you caring about how I feel," Constance said as she kissed me sweetly.
We went across the street to Elaine's and knocked on the door. Elaine answered the door. Elaine was another mid-fifties aged woman. She looked pretty old for her age. She wore her bleached blond hair shoulder length. She was in good shape. She was tall with a small chest. The sun during her beach life had taken its toll, her skin was quite wrinkled.
"Do you have any suits in my friend's sizes that I could buy?" I asked.
"I am sure I do. How did you get so young looking again?" Elaine asked.
"You are just asking after 2 years?" I asked.
"Yes, I didn't want to pry but I am dying to know," Elaine said.
"If you can help my friends, I will show you. I need get some things from the lab, I will be right back," I said.
Elaine led the girls into her store room and I went back to the lab. I grabbed the bag I had already packed. I returned just as Constance and Beverley were trying on two Ashley string bikinis. They looked fabulous in them. The two tops unpadded triangles looked like they would be perfectly revealing when wet.
"I want to keep it," Constance said.
"I want this one as well," Beverley said.
"Okay, the one piece ones are in those boxes. Go ahead have a look," Elaine said.
I put some perfume on Elaine's wrist.
"Do you like the smell?" I asked.
"Yes, I feel tingly," Elaine said as her eyes glazed over.