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
.
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.
"First I want you to know Constance and Beverley are both 55 years old," I said.
"They look so young," Elaine said.
"My products will make you look young again, but there is a side effect that could make you sexually controlled by whoever puts the cream on you. You could end up my sex toy," I said
"Oh," She said.
"Do you want me to put the cream on you anyway?" I asked.
"Yes," Elaine said and the candor aspect of Pleasure made me confident it was so.
"Constance, can I put the cream on her?" I asked.
"Sure, go ahead," Constance said.
I rubbed the face cream on her neck and face, being careful not to get any on her hair.
"It tingles, oh it is making me wet," Elaine said the candor effect again.
Seven minutes later Elaine's face looked 30. She looked in the mirror.
"I can't believe it. I look so young," Elaine said.
"We need to go up to your roof patio to put on the rest of the creams. They are sun activated," I said.
"Okay," Elaine said.
"Have fun Terrence. Beverley and I are still shopping," Constance said.
"Make sure to give her the taste test," Beverley said slyly.
Elaine and I went up the stairs to the roof hatch. She turned the key in the pad lock and removed it. I opened the hatch. This hatch was designed to be used to access the roof to work on it. We stepped out onto the flat roof. She had set the rooftop up like a small living room. There was a wicker couch and two chairs all with burgundy colored outdoor cushions. The roof was tall and no other occupied buildings had a view onto it. Looking west you could see the fog starting to roll through the Golden Gate and over the bay. It would reach the island in a few hours, but the warm sun was still beaming onto the roof. This famous San Francisco fog is what flows through to make Napa valley wine so good.
"I need you to take off all your clothes," I said
"Okay," She said.
I assumed the perfume and face cream making her susceptible to suggestion
. As she started removing her clothes, I got out the breast cream. When she was nude, I saw her nipples were inverted. I put the cream onto her small breasts. I rubbed the cream on her nipples and some went into the voids on her nipple tips. I loved putting cream on breasts.
"I tingle and I am Cumming," Elaine said.
After a few minutes her breasts had grown. The cream had made her breasts "C" cups. Her nipples were now larger and no longer inverted. Her breasts were firm and perfect. I sucked one nipple into my mouth and sucked gently, she came immediately. I switched to the other nipple and she climaxed again.
"They are so sensitive," Elaine said.
"Can you turn around?" I asked.
She turned around and her bottom was a perfect candidate for the cellulite cream. I put the next cream on her bottom and the back of her thighs. She lay on her stomach on the couch. The sun activated the cream. The cream took a few minutes to work but it worked on Elaine just as well as the other women. It was quite interesting to see her skin smooth and tone in front of my eyes. Her bottom was young and firm again, it looked fabulous.
"Turn over so I can put the next cream on," I said. She rolled over onto her back.
"Are you seeing anyone?" I asked.