Henrietta Jekyll had been having quite the semester. With the discovery of the Formula, she had gone from shut-in lab rat to full on sexpot and had managed to turn not only her roommate, Anna, but also four more formerly-wallflower girls into horny, slutty and sexually-ravenous amazons. The changes were never permanent (much to Henrietta's disappointment) but the experiences during them were always satisfying.
At least, she thought they were. It was beginning to get harder to see where Henrietta stopped and Heidi began. She found herself working harder and harder to create versions of the formula that required less and less effort to change. Anna had been more than encouraging of this, as she relished her alternate personality, Sonya, almost more than Henrietta. While Henrietta had tried to be more strategic about her usage, Anna was seen less and less around the apartment and Sonya had almost completely supplanted her. The other girls that had been turned: Carrie, Amy, Amrita, and Denise (or Blondie, Yumi, Asha, and Ginger, in their respective "other" bodies), had been coming in and out of the apartment regularly to gather more of the Formula for themselves. Each time one or more of them had arrived, they'd found a waiting Sonya, hungry for a playmate. It had taken all of Henrietta's willpower to not join in, but with the year drawing to a close, she had to focus on her studies.
The class she was most worried about was chemistry. Her professor, Dr. Nolan, was a stickler and not about to do her any favors. Her missing out on a lab here and there due to Heidi activities had severely hurt her grade in his class and it was a requirement for her advancement in the program. Not only that, but Dr. Nolan was also her faculty adviser and had begun to question what she had been spending lab resources and so many requested private hours on. She was discouraged to discover that he'd sent her a request to meet with him Friday afternoon to discuss. In one of the brief moments when Anna had been present, she'd suggested, "you could always just send Heidi. That's how I've managed to stay out of trouble." Henrietta had been tempted but just couldn't wrap her head around seducing Dr. Nolan as a means to an end. Of course, she could also hear Heidi's voice whispering in her ear, "but it could be so fun, too"
She woke up sore on Friday morning and tried to absorb her surroundings. Her clothes were torn again and her body was covered in cum and pussy juices. To her right was Chuck, one of her neighbors, and to her left were Carrie and Amy, also in the remains of their clothes and also sticky with fluids. Sonya strolled through the apartment and was alternately doing pulls from a liquor bottle and then sliding it inside her wet pussy. "Unf. the best pick me up, let me tell you" she moaned. Henrietta gasped as she watched her roommates "other" form try to seduce her into more fun. "Don't you want some, chica?" Sonya licked her lips as she said the words. "I so do... wait...oh no" Henrietta looked at the clock. It was almost 10am and she still had to make it across campus for her meeting with Dr. Nolan. She scrambled to find clothing that wasn't stretched, torn, or defiled and managed to find a pair of sweats and a tshirt. She grabbed her purse and her purple Nalgene bottle off the table and almost forgot her keys. "Come back soon, baby." Sonya smiled and winked at her, once again sliding the neck of the liquor bottle inside her. "Have fun..." Henrietta felt flush as she inhaled Sonya's pheromones but knew her schooling was more important. She was curious why Sonya hadn't fought her harder though...
She arrived ten minutes late to Dr. Nolan's office. He was packing up for the day (it being Friday, she was his last scheduled meeting) and with so few people left in the building, she assumed he didn't have a need to stay. "I'm so sorry!" she apologized profusely and tried to catch her breath.
"I don't know what to make of you anymore, Ms. Jekyll." Dr. Nolan shook his head and adjusted his tweed jacket over his dress shirt. "You have missed lectures, had middling test scores and barely turned in lab work on time. Oddly enough, you've logged more lab hours than anyone else in my colloquium."
He was a middle aged man of about 45 or so with glasses that sat on the bridge of his nose constantly. He had love handles around his waste and poor posture from always bending over a microscope. Henrietta had always found him the type of man that juts blended into the background. She wondered if that's what always kept him in such a foul mood. He didn't wear a wedding ring and she was sure he'd mentioned being married once. Nevertheless, he was nothing but disappointed in her now and the realization that she might have fucked away her entire education was starting to seep through the sensual fog she'd been living in for two months.
"I...I don't know what to say, Dr. Nolan. I've been so busy working on my thesis project I just lost track of what was important." Henrietta undid the top of her purple Nalgene bottle and took a long swig to calm herself down. As she swallowed, she suddenly realized the liquid had a familiar taste... then she remembered Sonya's mischievous expression. "Oh no..." she thought.
"Please, may I?" without waiting for her to answer, Dr. Nolan took a swig himself and finished off the rest of what Henrietta was sure was formula-laced gatorade. She was petrified at this point. For two reasons: 1) it had never been tested on male subjects and 2) she hoped nothing would set off her arousal triggers and cause a change.
For the next tense fifteen minutes, Dr. Nolan lectured Henrietta about her decline and her lost potential. She noticed he was getting more and more aggressive as he went on, punctuating sentences with a grip of his fist and failing to articulate certain words due to gritted teeth. He'd compose himself and then return to lecturing her, but every time he got more heated, she'd feel flush. She started to squirm in her seat a bit and realized that she'd forgotten underwear in her haste to leave the apartment.
