Get to baking.

Having had your fun you go back to the kitchen you go back to work.

You start of mixing sugar cocoa and baking powder. mix the rest of the ingredients in a seperate bowl and slowly add it to the first one. now you have the finished batter, well except for the most important part. You mix in a bit of your homemade weed-substitute, mix it again and put it all into a cast, which you put into your oven.

You walk away from a job, feeling good. Incredibly good in fact.

To be fair, you always enjoyed baking and cooking off all sort, but now there was an whole new element to it. A sick pleasure. You get to feed your mind-altering girlcum to one of your best friends.

You think to yourself for a second -- "thats not right? why would I want to do that." You look down past your shirt towards your newly aquired orfice, which you haven't even bothered to hide behind clothes of its own. "Is this thing affecting me?"

You haven't finished the thought as your arm, as if of its own mind grabs the bottle, filled to the brim with your fluids from the countertop. It presses it harshly down your throat and you've gulped down about half of the contents by the time you gain back control of your body. You drop the bottle and a second later it shatters on the kitchen floor.

"What the fuck was that!" you yell through the empty house. But thats about all you get to do before the hypnotic high hits you like a brick wall.

You're barely able to stumble onto the couch in the living room before the most pleasurable wave hits you. You're completely knocked out. A deep, highly erotic sleep embraces you.