Pills are explained.

You watch as Vinnie approaches with the tray and sets it down in front of you. You look at the tray with large questioning eyes. You're not sure if you're supposed to take them or not! But then again, somewhere in your twisted flashbacks, you remember taking a green pill. You also seem to remember taking a lot of blue pills too. None of this makes sense!

"Vinnie," you inquire, "I don't mean to sound flighty, disrespectful, or stupid, but this is way too weird for me." You shift in the seat, thankful that you're now dressed, and eye Vinnie very carefully. You choose your words with caution. "I've been really confused, maybe you can help me? I think I might have some amnesia or something. All of this seems familiar, yet I don't remember anything!"

Vinnie's eyes seem to drop in sadness as he searches for the words. "John, I wish I could help you, but I value my position here and am unable to assist you." He then places a finger to his mouth and points to the ceiling. You look up and can see a microphone attached to the large wooden beam crossing the room. "You came here for this," Vinnie whispers and points to the tray. "I'll go start the car. Meet me out front when you're ready." Vinnie moves towards the door.

You quickly stop him in his tracks, "Wait!" You run up to meet him, and are immediately overwhelmed by the strong musky cologne he is wearing. You flash back again; you are lying naked on a bed. You've just been royally fucked, your pussy is oozing cum, there is no one else around, and all you can smell is that same musky aroma. You clear your mind, trying to concentrate on what's going on presently. "Wait," you catch your breath, panting from the flashback and the quick exertion.

"Can you at least tell me something about the pills? What are they for? Why do I feel like I have to take one?" There is a burning sensation growing in your stomach. Your brain has recognized the pills, and it is telling your body that you better take one quick, otherwise, you're going to die!

Vinnie looks around, and then obviously decides it's okay to tell you about the pills, and a little bit about your past. "Yes John, you have taken the pills before. Both pills are psychotropic in nature. They both also have an addictive additive called nicopropanol. Once you have the nicopropanol in your system, you are immediately addicted to the substance. The more that's in your system, the more frequently you need another. Other than that, the chemical is completely harmless to your body. It simply messes with your brain."

Vinnie then grabs your arm and escorts you back to the desk. He places you in the seat as he crosses to the front of the desk. "The blue pill," Vinnie picks it up and looks at it in the faint light, before placing it on the tray. "The blue pill allows you to forget everything. All your problems seem to vanish away! All the horrible things in your past are nothing but déjà vu after taking the blue pill. Unfortunately, all the good things are washed away also. It's a great way to escape the reality of the present. Wake up tomorrow, a completely new person. You make your life what it is, unencumbered by the events in your past, the magic blue pill."

Vinnie repeated the same motions with the green pill, as if they were his creation, his babies. "The green pill, The green pill is the antidote to the blue pill. The green pill will allow you to remember! Every sordid detail of your past will continually haunt you, as you recall in detail every event that has ever occurred in your past. Events that you have forgotten are recalled with explicit clarity. Events that you try to forget continually appear before your eyes, never letting you forget. Unfortunately, there must have been something in your past that you wanted to forget. You took the blue pill. You must be extremely sure that you really want to take the green pill."

Vinnie then walked back out. "I'll be waiting he announced as he turned."

Your eyes wander from pill to pill, and up to Vinnie as he walks out of the room. You catch Vinnie, just as he reaches the doorway, turning around and coming back at you.

"There is one other thing I forgot to tell you. Each pill does have certain side affects that you should be made aware of." Again he picked up each pill individually.

"The blue pill. The blue pill seems to somehow affect certain endorphin, adrenaline, and estrogen levels. The strange byproduct is a seemingly excessive sex drive. It's as if the body is supercharged for sex! The result is almost like an insatiable nymphomaniac. The sex, no matter whom the partners, is always fantastic, resulting in multiple orgasms. The body responds in such a way that it can't be satisfied, unless there's more sex."

"The green pill. The green pill somehow stimulates the glands, which control breast enlargement. These glands go to work as a teen, and then stop working as you mature. The mixture in the green pill reactivates those glands, increasing your breast size, sometimes as much as a full cup size. I think it has something to do with the memory of your past as a teen fooling your brain to activate the glands!"

"Anyway, please hurry. I do have other errands to run." Vinnie then scrambled for the door, closing it behind him.

"Damn," you curse to yourself. Your brain is telling you to hurry up and make a decision. Your stomach is doing flips; maybe from the ****; maybe in need of the ****.

You need to know! Who am I? What is going on? What has happened? Why do I want to forget? But, do I want larger breasts? They're already seemingly too large. You reach down and feel how firm they are. Your body responds to the touch of your hands as they measure up your cup size. You figure they're close to a D-cup already. You wonder what it would be like to be a double D girl? Is it worth it? and do you really want to know everything?

It would be a lot easier to forget it all, and do like Vinnie said, "start a new life." But, you'd probably end up a prostitute, on a corner, ending up with who knows what kind of disease, just because you want the sex. The mere thought of sex is making you horny as you continue to try and decide which pill to take. The thought of fucking Vinnie in the car, flashes into your mind as you continue staring at the tray. The thought of fucking the two bodyguards on the marble front steps is making your pussy drip.

"Hurry up! Take a pill!"