Werk!

The walk to work was the weirdest shit you have ever experienced. Everyone, and you mean, everyone! stared at you.

Your mind raced, does it wear off? will it be like this forever? Does it end when you fall in love? You're grandad has passed away so you cant ask him. You could ask your uncle, oh wow your uncle, your mind flashes back to this morning. Who would have thought this morning would have gone the way it went, and furthermore, who would have thought your uncle would have such a huge cock, has to be close to 8 inches and super thick, if you're honest its probably the biggest you have had. Not sure if you are depressed or turned on by that, ah 'clear your head Ezra' You are normally more logical than where your mind is right now, surely its just a pheromone thing, has to be?

You arrive at the office, thanks to the pandemic you only go in a couple days a week. Mostly you work from home, you share a home office with your dad and brother, lord knows how that's going to go with this potion, guess you will find out this afternoon.

Saying hi to everyone is well, a little extra today, you normally get smiles and genuinely interesting conversation, but today its accompanied with long looks and in some cases hugs.

Eveyone is looking at you, glancing around, its like the are waiting for you to do something entertaining.

You need to pee, you cant even make it to the bathroom without being offered a drink or being invited to lunch. Especially weird from people who normally, well... dont like you.

As you are about to enter the mens, the door opens, it Dylan from HR, this guy is real cockhead. He literally has nothing to do and he will do his best to make any small disagreement in the office a massive thing. He pretends to be nuetral and then always seems to side with which ever woman is the hottest. When the men argue, he doesnt give a shit.

"Oh, hey Ezra you look amazing today, did you change something? "

Cheeky bitch, I always look like this, wait is he holding the door open? Seems like a normal polite thing to do, but its so out of character for him.

"Oh hey Dylan, no nothings changed" you semi lie, you haven't changed your look at all, your just packing a random fucking potion from your grandad.

You thank him and walk past him, he gently touches your shoulder.

"If you ever need any help with anything, anything at all, you know where to find me, or just call me, text me or even email me, I'll come straight away" Dylans rambles.

I thought crosses your mind.