A Fresh Start

The woman that stepped out into the freshman hall would have been unrecognizable to any of her neighbors, had they been around. She wore a black tank top squeezed so tight against her luscious breasts, it seemed to look like a second skin. A pair of what had once been athletic shorts now hugged her full, ripe peach of an ass with he-dropping perfection.

The garments had undergone a transformation similar to their wearer, shifting and transforming on exposure to the potent draft contained within the little black bottle of mischief Riley now held in her fingers. Fingers tipped in long, red nails.

Riley arched her back and breathed in the fresh air, reveling in the feeling of the thin fabric against her incredible tits. How was it possible to feel this good?

Riley filled the hallway with a pleasant odor of blackberries and chocolate, the same odor as the potent brew that turned into this paragon of lust. So much of the potion now flowed through her veins that it was hard to tell where her blood began and the black goo began.

Riley didn’t understand what was happening to her body and her mind. All she knew was that she desperately, painfully, gut-wrenchingly needed to fuck, and she had a good idea of who to go for.

Riley prepared to saunter down the hallway and then stopped herself. She wanted to the potion. It had done so much to her, now she wanted to see what it did to others.

Still, there was the problem of her roommate. Technically it was Abigail’s bottle. This didn’t bother Riley much in her present state, but an angry roommate would be a real mood killer.

Then another thought shot through Riley like lightning. She imagined the goo flowing on Abigail, transforming the uptight nerd into something else. Something beautiful.

Riley stepped back into the room and grabbed a small used bottle of water. She opened the cap on the potion bottle and filled the plain plastic one up to the halfway mark. Then she took another gulp of the potion. One for the road.

Riley left the ornate bottle on Abigail’s desk and held the water bottle up to the light.

“Should be enough to start a party,” Riley giggled to herself before sauntering out of the room.

She had people to fuck and drinks to spike.