Author's Note:
This story is a fun commission from one of my awesome Patrons. Standard disclaimer applies: this story contains fictional depictions of erotic scenarios, so act accordingly! All characters are at least eighteen, all situations are entirely fictional, and any resemblance to any real-life individuals or situations is entirely coincidental. Copyright Fidget, 2025. All rights reserved. Enjoy!
Perfect Girlfriend Juice
by Fidget
Chapter 7: Cultivating a Fertile Workplace Relationship (Parts 1 and 2)
Part 1
Derek had had all that he could stand of his coworker, Michelle. Even since joining the company the previous year, she'd been a constant thorn in his side, insulting and belittling him privately while loudly contradicting and undermining him in front of their boss.
Michelle was also a compulsive brown-noser, but while she took every opportunity to suck up to management, Derek grudgingly respected the fact that she never lowered herself to shamelessly flirting with their boss the way other coworkers of his had in the past. And she definitely could have if she'd wanted to: she didn't have much in the way of curves, and she hid what little she did have under power suits, but she was pretty enough.
In short, it was clear - to Derek at least - that Michelle was trying to make him look bad so that she'd be first in line for the next promotion even though Derek had seniority. And to be honest, while he couldn't help but hate her for the way she treated him, he understood why she was doing it. He'd sacrificed a lot to get where he was as well, and while he was well paid, his devotion to his job gave him practically no free time to enjoy his money, and he hadn't had a long-term relationship in almost a decade.
Still, even if he could understand Michelle's motivations, he'd had all he could take of her bullying, and he began to keep his eyes open for a way to get her off his back for good. So, when he came across an ad for "Perfect Girlfriend Juice" on the web one evening, promising to change his worst enemy into whomever and whatever he wanted her to be, he impulsively ordered some. He didn't actually expect it to work as advertised - that was impossible, of course - but he hoped that whatever its effects were, it would give her enough indigestion to keep her off his back for a few days.
The tacky, brightly colored can of energy drink arrived a few days later, and Derek surreptitiously stored it in his desk while he waited for the opportunity to put it to use.
His chance came a couple of weeks later. Their boss had finally tired of their constant bickering as well, and so his solution was to order Derek and Michelle to work extra late one night on the same project together, hoping that spending an extended amount of time in each other's company would somehow force the two to work out their differences.
The evening in question started off much as expected, with Michelle constantly insulting Derek's ideas for the project and claiming that his idiocy must be the reason why he couldn't keep a steady girlfriend.
So, by the time Michelle took a restroom break an hour or so into their work session, Derek was just incensed enough to throw caution to the wind, retrieve the can from his desk, pop the cap, and pour a significant portion of the Juice into the cup of diet soda Michelle took with her wherever she went.
A few minutes after she returned from the restroom Derek watched anxiously as Michelle took a long swig from her cup, and from the disgusted look on her face, it was clear that she'd immediately noticed the strong bubble gum flavor underneath the expected metallic twang of aspartame.
Well, it's too late now
.
Michelle was initially shocked by the strange, sickly-sweet flavor, and she felt a wave of dizziness pass through her as an odd sensation of...
yearning
began growing in the pit of her stomach. She could tell that something was different about her now, and she didn't like it.
"Derek, you prick, what did you do?!"
"I have no idea what you're talking about, and I'm tired of you calling me names all the time! I don't deserve it, and I think it's time you treated me a bit better!"
She could tell that he was lying, but that didn't seem to matter as her curious mind began greedily latching on to his words. Somehow, knowing that Derek wanted her to treat him better made the thought of doing so seem almost irresistibly appealing. Michelle found herself thinking of all the ways she could treat him better, from simple kindnesses like complimenting his (admittedly decent) ideas, to doing nice things for him around the office like bringing him coffee, and even a few
sexual
ideas that she normally would have found demeaning and repulsive, such as wearing more revealing clothing in case Derek enjoyed looking at her body. An image of asking Derek if she could go down on him briefly flashed through her mind and she recoiled in horror.
Michelle quickly realized what was being done to her, of course, even as her desire to be nicer to Derek began to feel more and more natural. Somehow whatever he had put in her soft drink was making her obey his commands... no, that wasn't quite it. A new, completely unexpected curiosity began to grow inside her, one that cast her mental image of herself on her knees in front of Derek in a new light.
She tried to resist the new question growing inside her, but her willpower inevitably crumbled before the power of the Juice.
"Derek, um, I, uh, I don't want to do this, but I really need to ask you what you like in women."
Derek had watched in silence as Michelle fought internally with herself, and now that she'd finally asked the question, just as the ad had said she would, he could hardly believe it. Maybe there
was
something to this stuff!
"You want to know what my Perfect Girlfriend is like, don't you?"
Michelle knew she shouldn't want to, that it was against everything she'd worked so hard for, but the Juice had left her full of nothing but curiosity and a growing, powerful sensation of... unrealized potential. She needed to change, and she needed Derek to show her how.
"Yes, please." The uncharacteristically polite answer had slipped out automatically now that being nice to Derek had fully ingrained itself in her personality.
Derek, however, wanted nothing to do with politeness after the months of torment she'd put him through. Even so, he was just as surprised by the vehemence of his answer as she was.
"Ok then, slut, my Perfect Girlfriend is you fucking my cock bareback, facedown across this desk, taking my load right in that slutty pussy of yours, and then leaving me the fuck alone!"
Michelle's head snapped back in shock and acceptance, and she immediately felt her body heating up, preparing itself for unprotected sexual intercourse with Derek. Everything made perfect sense. As she had long suspected, he was nothing but a horndog misogynist, just like every other man, and so of course all he wanted in a girlfriend was a slutty pussy to fill with cum. She'd been right about him all along.
Unfortunately, with the Perfect Girlfriend Juice pulsing insistently in her veins, Michelle's gloating was cut short as all of a sudden that repulsive, demeaning idea didn't seem quite so bad. In fact, as much as she hated to admit it, the thought of being used for meaningless sex and then discarded was starting to seem kinda hot, and as her body continued to warm with arousal she found herself silently urging her pussy to become as slutty as possible in spite of herself.
Her pussy was more than happy to oblige, and seconds later Michelle happily noted that the idea of having Derek's cock - hell,
any
cock - in her pussy was sounding better and better. She quickly reached the stage where her arousal began to tingle, signaling that her vagina had begun to lubricate, getting her reproductive tract all slick and ready for sexual intercourse.
God
Michelle needed a cock in her pussy! And, since Derek had specified that he wanted her pussy to be slutty, she knew that any cock would do as long as she could ride it bareback until it filled her up with a nice, thick load of cum.
But, Derek had also said that he wanted her fucking
his
cock, facedown across the desk, and so that's what she found herself craving more than anything.
Derek watched with a mixture of horror and curiosity as his tormentor morphed into a cock-hungry slut right before his eyes.
The transformation was subtle, but its results were unmistakable; Michelle's eyes went from narrowed with impotent outrage to wide open with helpless lust, her lips from tightly pursed to open and panting at the thought of having his cock, any cock, pounding her slutty pussy. Derek just stood there as his coworker turned around and bent over the desk, sliding her pants and underwear down far enough to give him access to her slick entrance, spreading her legs as wide as her pants would allow to make sliding into her as enticing as possible.