Anna's Formula: An Erotic Transformation

by Carlo Thicke

  "When were you working on this?" I asked, confused. "It was only last night that you..."

  "When I was asleep, dur." Anna said. "While most of my brain is occupied with dreaming I task certain subsystems with advancing...well, never mind, it's complicated."

  I felt Jenny's nipples harden against the side of my body as Anna casually discussed transforming her, though instead of drawing pleasure from the arousal she still seemed tender and half-winced through her half-smile. "Bullshit." Jenny murmured.

  "Don't say bullshit to her." I said. "You see what she looks like now, anything's possible." Jenny could only answer 'mmm'.

  Anna said, "Let's see. Advanced stamina. Bigger tits. Way bigger. Crank down your belly and push out your ass. Someone with a sex drive like yours needs to have a body like a rocket ship. An atom bomb. I'll crank up your responsiveness and your dexterity." She was lost in a fantasy, and murmured, "You've got a lot of experience, imagine having a body that could do what you wanted on raw instinct...to be a blast of sexual pleasure, like being in bed with a lightning bolt." I thought it was exaggerating but I could see Jenny's eyes open and saw she was lost in the fantasy too.

  "Did you just say you could change someone's brain too?" Jenny asked.

  "Sure. Need a few extra IQ points?"

  "Anna." I said. "Not everyone can be..."

  "Sure," Jenny said, relieved. "As many as I can." She looked up at me. "What? If she's offering, wouldn't you?"

  "And then in return..." Anna said thoughtfully.

  "Huh?" I said.

  "In return, Jenny, you have to agree to let us...use you. Like this. For this. Or other things. Whenever we want. Either Carl or myself. Any text message...any call...you drop what you're doing and you come to us." Anna said. "Carl mostly, but me too. If I... want you for something."

  "Anna, wait, I..."

  Jenny was burying her face in my chest. She practically cried out. "Fuck! Anna, god dammit!"

  Anna seemed taken aback. "What?"

  I decided to let Jenny explain, and was shocked to hear, "I'm raw and tender and I may be a little bit scraped here and there, you can't be trying to turn me on this much! My fucking nipples hurt they're so goddamn hard! Carl, stop your sex bomb roommate from fucking with me so much, come on!"

  "I... you're cool with this?"

  "Carl, it's my whole fucking fantasy, you know that. She's saying I can have my fantasy body, my fantasy mind AND live my crazy sexual fantasy of being fucked by an aggressive, powerful superman whenever he wants?! For fuck's sake, what else would I say?"

  "It seems extreme." I ventured.

  "Look, if I get another boyfriend or I'm in an exam or something you'll know because I won't have my goddamn phone on and I won't respond." Jenny insisted. "What are you gonna do, call the cops on me? It's going to be so fucking hot I'll have to sleep with my phone in my fucking hand just in case you wake me up at three in the morning."

  Anna was giggling at the two of us. "So you'll do it?"

  "If I do, I want everything. The brains, the body, and I want you to take me as far as you can." Jenny urged. "I want...oh, shit, I have to go take a shower, this is just ridiculous, I can't talk about this now, give me some time to recover."

  We let her go, half laughing at her. Jenny jovially flipped us off. While she was in the shower, I said, "Hey, uh, so when I had you up against the wall above the bed with your hands grabbing onto the bedpost, I uh...felt this thing I've been feeling more and more. Does what you did to me have any side effects on personality? Hormones or something?"

  Anna seemed curious. "No, one of the key factors is preservation of the continuity of consciousness. You might have some personality changes related to being smarter or physically stronger, but no more than someone who goes to college or works out a lot might, and not artificially. What kind of feeling?" Her 'analytical' look seemed almost out of place with her massive breasts squashed against my chest, but she had that force of intellect that seemed almost like an equally physical force.

  "Aggression. I felt it a lot when I was going around drugged but it's still there. Like a surge of power, dominance."

  Her eyes half crossed. "Mm....you know, I'm not sore. If you're trying to turn me on, it's working."

  "No, that's what I'm afraid of, that you might have..."

  "...programmed you. Oh, I see." She got serious again. "No, I didn't. It may be that just being with two girls that get off on you being sexually aggressive is helping bring that out in you, or it might be that your new body is releasing feelings that you had before but never acted on or really let yourself feel because you didn't have confidence in your body." she suggested.

  That seemed the best explanation so far. I considered it, thought about my past history with women and where they'd gone wrong. The fact is I'd always downplayed my physical gifts, not really thinking I had any, though many girls had praised aspects of my appearance.

  Anna concluded: "If it starts to feel unnatural or odd in any way, let me know and I'll do some blood work. Now in the meantime..." She took my large hand in her two small hands and moved it up into her tangled, matted black hair to grip at the back of her head. "I want you to 'force' me to suck your cock."

  Let's just say it didn't take long.

  End Note

  It seemed like everything was going perfectly, finally. Anna’s formula had transformed everything about our lives, but we were finally communicating, finally connecting emotionally in the way we both wanted. But the consequences of her formula were only beginning – soon Latisha, Emiliana, Jenny, Anna and I would begin to see that once knowledge like this is unleashed, it’s impossible to simply put it away. Next time I’ll tell you all about it.

  Don’t worry; I won’t hold back. I don’t do that anymore.

  About The Author

  CARLO THICKE lives in Contention City, Arizona.

  You can learn more at contentionbooks.tumblr.com.

  About The Cover

  The cover image, Charley Atwell, photographed by Matt Belshaw, is used under a Creative Commons Attribution (No Derivatives) 2.0 license. The photo is available at Mr. Belshaw’s site, here: https://flic.kr/p/jCzJa1. You can learn more about the license here: https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nd/2.0/. You can read the full text of the license here: https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nd/2.0/legalcode.