the pink pill

The librarian reaches out with a trembling hand.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she mumbles. “It’s a sin. I’m going to burn in hell…but it feels so good! I…I can’t help it!”

She puts the pink pill between her pink lips, closes her eyes and swallows. She responds just the way you think she should, of course, her big blue eyes opening wide as all of her sexual inhibitions and most of her intellect evaporate.

“Ooooooo!” she says, then giggles.

“How do you feel, Cupcake?” you ask.

“Happy!” the red head exclaims, standing up.

“Horny!” she attests, running her hands up and down her tight, voluptuous body.

“Slutty!” she proclaims and jumps up and down, throwing her hands in the air and bouncing her boobies. “Slutty Slutty Slutty!”

Then she giggles uncontrollably.

“I think the pill worked!” you observe riley. “Bye-bye Norma.”

“Who’s Norma?” Cupcake asks absently.

“Nobody important,” you assure her, but she’s already forgotten the question, having become distracted by toying with her own left nipple.

“But I forgot to tell you, Cupcake!” you say. “By choosing to take the bimbo pill, you qualify for fabulous prizes!”

“Prizes?” the naked librarian asks. “EEEEEEE!”