Meeting Bobby Fischer (really)

You looked at Bobby who fidgeted in the room slightly and for the third time in 5 minutes, you wondered if this was really the right thing to do. The man was clearly unhinged from the relationship meltdown he was in and the sudden offer of help from the top biochemist researcher in the field, a person whose name was widely known, must have been a bit overwhelming. You suspected he was even intimidated by the two women who were looking at him with curious gazes. "Don't mind them, they're just puzzled why you're here." As am I, you wanted to state but kept it inside.

"S-Sir, I thought about what happened today..."

"And you want to back out of it? There's no pressure, I just thought..."

He shook his head and you smiled. There was the conviction from earlier. Nice. "No, I still want to do it."

You took out the syringe and placed it on the table, allowing him to look at it, before you pulled out a small vial and placed it right next to the needle. Both were done emphatically so he could see it and take the necessary time to process it. "You do realize that once I start this process, it cannot be stopped. You will become infected with Cum Addiction. More specifically, you will become infected with MY cum addiction. You will not be able to live without cum from me. Until you die, you will need my cum." You emphasized this, pressing him to see if he was willing to do that, to go through with it. Monica looked at the vial and smiled behind her drink. On the table was a potent infection agent, more potent than the one you had given Jenkins here. The effects would be near instantaneous.

"I know..." he whispered softly.

You motioned towards Monica, who stood and did a slight turn to show off her body. "This is my wife, Monica. She's like you, she's infected, she's addicted. She's also not a naturally born woman."

Monica laughed at Bobby's sudden surprised look. "That's right, hon. I'm 100% made by him."

"Y-You mean...?"

She nodded and sauntered up to you and draped herself against you. "From my tits to my ass to my pussy here, all made by him and this wonderful cock," she reached down and slid her hands down beneath your pants and stroked you. "All of this happened to me because of it. I used to be even whiter than you."

Bobby looked at Brandi. "Her too?"

Brandi smiled and stood up. "Yeah, me too..." she walked over to the other side and ran her hands up and down your chest before she kissed you and you pulled her in close, causing her to gasp. "Oh baby..."

You made out with her for a few moments, feeling her grind herself against your leg, while Monica was busy working the other side of you, until you managed to get enough of a grip to motion that they sit back down. A few more moments to compose yourself, you looked at him. "There's nothing wrong with backing out, Bobby. I wouldn't think anything lesser of you if you did."