Lacey felt like she was going crazy. It had been days since she had seen Tom - days that felt like years. All she could think about was wanting to care for Tom and his needs, and how she could meet those needs, the needs of his freakishly big cock and huge balls, with her lips, her mouth, her hands, her thighs, her pussy, her ass and all of her desire and imagination.
Drs. Spencer and Williams and their little experiment of putting Lacey in Tom's living quarters, knowing his continuous pheromone release would turn Lacey into Tom's slut, had motivated the hospital to end their secret medical research on Tom and get him out of their care as soon as they could. What they were doing was fairly crazy and certainly unethical as it was.
Some things had been learned. Clearly, the pheromones Tom produced worked. Really well. The researchers also figured out that they were focused - Lacey had not become a complete slut looking for any release. She just wanted Tom. From Lacey's behavior and observations of the cum samples Tom had left all over Lacey's sore pussy researchers also were surprised by what they learned. From what the researchers could tell, the efficacy of the pheromones, released through Tom's perspiration, wore off eventually. That was good. The thing they didn't expect to see was Lacey's persistent obsession. That's to say, the crazed attraction Lacey experienced didn't go away. Delivered through his cum, it must have bonded with Lacey at a molecular level, and her own body was reproducing the addiction within her own system. Lacey couldn't take her thoughts off of Tom, but had no interest in anything researchers tried to put in her path - vibrators, friendly porn stars, etc.
This was good news and bad. Powerful pheromones that wore off eventually was fantastic. Ideally, the ability to produce those pheromones would wear off, too. It was great that it worked, but no drug company wanted to make a drug that did everything it was supposed to do on the first dose. You wanted a medicine that people would take daily forever. The fact that Tom's cum made women permanently obsessed with him was so good it was bad. They wanted the benefits to only last a short period of time.
The drug was also supposed to make men objectively, as well as subjectively (via pheremones) attractive, and sexual super heroes. Their bodies would handle muscular development and the processing of nutrients differently, making them have amazingly defined bodies without exercise, and reprogramming DNA to alter characteristics of the reproductive system - in plain English, people taking the drug would have bodies like they worked out 6 hours a day and ate nothing but protein, and they'd have a massive cock and huge balls that just never seem to run out of cum. The question now was, how long would the drug, as it had been given to Tom, last?
Now that the researchers had figured out what they could from Lacey, it was time to get back in contact with Tom and check on his condition. The only way to keep the project secret and continue to be able to get samples was to use Lacey again. She had no idea that what she had been subjected to was unethical. Actually, she just wanted more, and she was shameless about it. She would have been a liability if she had been thinking straight, and wouldn't have been as useful if she could see what was actually happening to her. Confident in their ability to control Lacey, the researchers gave her Tom's address and sent her off in a cab to make a surprise visit, with plans to reconvene for an update.
Lacey was obsessed with getting to see Tom, but she managed to delay the moment in favor of putting on something to wear that would please him more than the conservative outfit she wore to work. Shopping for outfits that might please Tom had been something Lacey did to try to keep from going crazy on her nights off while the researchers kept her from him and they filled her days with studies on how wet and stimulated she'd get from talking about Tom, or seeing porn or being "massaged" between her thighs. They could, and had, vibrated her exposed thighs and sweet, trimmed bush covered pussy as if they had been using a jack hammer, but no amount of vibrations or lubricated penetrations would get as much response from her as having her reminisce about being told by Tom to suck his cock, or being plowed into by him.
Lacey stopped by her apartment to do a quick change, and she jumped back into her car, with her make up to apply at stop lights, before the car had had the chance to cool. She wore thigh high leather boots over stockings that stopped just above them, and a tight, blue miniskirt that ended just above that. The miniskirt was tight and smooth and it was so low cut at her chest that she couldn't wear a bra with it, and it seemed like her hard nipples were the only thing keeping it up, particularly when she bounced her big, full tits as she hurried back into her car. She followed her phones GPS directions, taking advantage of stop lights to put on thick makeup to make her full, red lips bigger redder, to accentuate her cheeks, and make her eyes dark, with matching blue eye shadow. Had she been walking she would have been mistaken for a prostitute, but of course she wasn't. Her pussy wasn't for sale, and if it had been, it wouldn't have been by her. She didn't own it. It was Tom's. And it was getting wetter by the minute as she anticipated seeing him.
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"Congratulations, ladies," Susan said, walking into the room, "you're all porn stars now."
Tom and the 5 other members of his harem looked up to see what Susan was talking about.
"Sacrifice to the Minotaur is selling like crazy," Susan continued, looking at some print outs through her black rimmed glasses, looking quite professional, except for the fact that all that she wore other than the glasses was black heels.
"That's it, you're doing great," Tom softly said, encouragingly stroking Kristin's head as she intently sucked at his cock. She was pretty inexperienced, and nervous that she wan't able to pleasure Tom as much as the others, and he was being extra loving to her, using her and letting her know the pleasure he got from her body.
All the harem members lounged around Tom wearing little, looking aroused, and ready to satisfy him at his request.
"It's a hit across different markets," Susan continued. "Fans of rape, hairy pussies, fat women, giant cocks, costume dramas, all of it. We're making a lot from this. They want more." Susan wanted more, too. Finished with her report she stood before Tom and the harem, staring as Tom's cock was sucked and stroked.
Tom had been watching Susan, and saw her need, and smiled.
"Good job, Kristin," Tom said, gently lifting her head from his cock. "Why don't you take a break now. I want to talk to Susan a bit." Kristin got up, frustrated that she didn't get Tom to cum, but obedient to his wishes. Her pussy was soaked and her chest heaved. She had never felt so sexually hungry as she had since meeting Tom.
"Come here, Susan," Tom said. "Sit down on me, facing me, so we can talk more."
Susan looked down at Tom's crotch, his giant, swollen, saliva slickened cock, and she hurriedly moved up to straddle him and sink down on it. As her dark hair covered pussy was stretched and filled and she sunk down on him she moaned, holding her tingling tits, her asshole also buzzing from the sensations sweeping over her.
"That's great," Tom said, joking by making light of what they were feeling. "You comfortable with my cock stuffed up in that sweet pussy, Susan?"
"Oh yes," she said, arching her back, throwing her light brown hair from side to side. She tried riding him, but could barely move an inch.
"Debbie, come talk with us," Tom said, patting the couch next to him as Susan forced her tight pussy to slide up and down on Tom's thick cock.
Debbie smiled, happy to be spoken to by Tom, and got up to come close to Tom. She curled up right next to him, pressing her naked, curvaceous body against him.
"Oh, Susan, your pussy feels fantastic," Tom said. "Let's talk about our video making a bit together," he said, wrapping an arm around Debbie's bare waist.
"OK," Susan said, panting, her cum oozing out of her filled pussy, her sweat covered breasts shaking. "Are we going to do another?"
Debbie pressed her big tits against Tom's arm, pulling in close to him, reaching her hand out to rest in Tom's public hair, close to the point where Tom and Susan were joined. "I have an idea," Debbie said.
"And I want to hear all about it," Tom said, kissing Debbie, moving his arm down to squeeze her round ass.
"Hmmm," Debbie moaned at his touch, "I think we should continue the ancient history/mythology theme. This time, we make our version of the brazen bull."
"What's that?" Tom asked, working his hand under Debbie's big round ass to play with her wet pussy. She lifted up, giving him access.
"It was a crazy torture device, made of bronze or something, that looked like a huge cow. People were put inside, attached to some sort of trumpet, and a fire was set underneath it. Except what I'm thinking is we make it so one of us is strapped inside with our ass against an opening at the backend of the cow-"
"Like a glory hole?" Tom asked.
