One More Can’t Hurt

You are in no condition to do anything in your current state. You pop another pill.

A wave of euphoria even better than the first overtakes you.

“Fuck, yes!”

Your head has never been clearer. You know exactly what you need to do. You just need to increase the potency and combine it with multiple **** delivery systems to creat a twenty four hour steady dose pill. Child’s play, you think.

You scurry about combing materials, checking solubilities, and analyzing the data.

Then it hits you. You sob at how little you’ve gotten done. You sob because you miss Renna. You see the pills on your desk and they look like they’re a mile away.

You start walking toward them and break down crying. You get up and get to your desk. The fact that you need to take another makes you sad. You break down crying again. Finally, you pop the top and swallow another.

The wave of euphoria washes everything away. You feel your sex moisten, you shove a pair of fingers into your pussy and cum instantly.

You grin. You are so close to solving it. You rush around doing **** multitasking. You want to finish before taking another pill. You begin to feel the effects fade.

You quickly pop another. You finger yourself to orgasm then resume working at full speed. You lose track of time and the number of pills you’ve taken, but you finally finish it.

The pill is blackish and a bit bigger than the ones you’ve been using. You move it about on your hand examining it. You begin to feel the effects of your last pill fade.