I can't believe I was doing this. Wait, no, it made perfect sense that I was doing this. I'd always tried to pretend that I was the smartest person in the room. Smarter, funnier, more clever than my peers. And while I was certainly above average intelligence, I didn't have much else going for me. Oh sure, I read more, and that's how I'd found that dingy little shop on 8th Street. That didn't make me any more attractive to the seemingly inexhaustible supply of gorgeous classmates I had. Or any less able to endure my sister's constant mockery and teasing.
But my insatiable desire to read had shown me that poorly put together website. I'd have dismissed it as a credit card trap if it had had anywhere to purchase online. However, the more I read, the more intrigued I became. And so, with trepidation, I'd unloaded my bank account (at a gas station ATM away from my high school, lest I have to explain to Mom what I was doing) and went to the shop, clutching the few hundred dollars I'd earned through tutoring and outright writing papers for classmates. Inescapably, the pornos lied and simply educating a hot classmate didn't make them want to fuck you. Go figure.
An hour later, out I went, clutching a purple vial, an image of a two serpents twisting around a woman who appeared quite... transported. Staring at the cork stopper on, I wondered how much grape juice I'd just bought.
That old hag -- seriously, why did all old, creepy shops have to be run by equally creepy looking old women -- had explained the process for him. How many drops, what the effects would be and a money-back guarantee. "If you can find time to collect," she'd wheezed and then cackled at my stupefied look. If it wasn't that money-back guarantee, I wouldn't have paid that exorbitant price. But here I was, contemplating how I'd actually use it. Though several choices were a possibility, I knew exactly what one I wanted.
Smirking, I entered the house and went straight for the stockpile of energy drinks in the refrigerator. One, two, three, four and five drops sealed the deal. Huh, and still plenty left over. Now to just wait for the target.
Morning DPPer! I'm wanting to do a mind control play but with a twist! Our intrepid hero wants the tainted energy drink to be consumed by X but, given the plans of mice and men, Y ends up drinking it. I'd originally conceived this as our hero offering the drink to one of his gorgeous classmates, begrudgingly at his house for a tutoring session but his (older/younger) sister ends up drinking it. But now I'm more thinking along the lines of it was meant for his sister and his mother ends up drinking it. The key element is that the person who ends up affected (and what those effects are we can discuss, though I'd envisioned it as the drinker suddenly becoming irresistibly attracted to the potion holder) is NOT the original target which puts my character in a bind.
But there are plenty of pairings we could concoct and I'd be delighted to hear your thoughts. We can discuss kinks in PM and my limits are hardcore violence, scat, vore, gore, blood and watersports.
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