Sophie sat in the lecturing field of operations, pen in helping hand, scribbling notes as her lecturer Dr Tim Spencer finished up his lesson on testosterone. Sliding her enceinte trash back up her nozzle, Sophie underlined several melodic line in the print out she 'd made about the effects testosterone had on the male body and the various hormone suppliments that contained it.

'' I think that about wrapping everything up for this component of the module, '' Dr Spencer said, clapping his script together. `` Remember, if you have any questions, you can always email me and set up an designation during my open hr. ``

Considering this for a second, Sophie bit her lip and tightly gripped her folder before joining the residuum of her class fellow who were now noisily making their way out of the lecture house. Sophie, however, made her way to the front where Dr Herbert Spencer was alone and logging out of his data processor. With a last tap of the enter key, he looked up at Sophie and a grinning counterpane across his face. It was a resplendent smile, one that fit his firm jaw perfectly and caused a glint in his hazel tree heart. He flicked a filament of blonde hair that had strayed in front of his eye before asking
'' And how can I help you today, missy Greenwood ? ``

'' I loved the lecture, '' Sophie began, just as she always did, `` and I was wondering how far you could bear on hormone suppliments. Like, masses use them to realize muscle and to also assist men with their intimate, erm, power. I was just curious how far you could push that. ``

Dr Spencer acknowledged Sophie for a while. He was old, definitely over twoscore though not by much and had a form that was all-embracing but not muscle bound. There was no one else left in the theatre and here, Sophie could really reek the musk that had made her creative thinker wander all those month ago, going places they 'd never been before.

'' I 've got a few hours free now if you want to verbalise, Sophie. Are you free too ? ''

Inside her idea, fireworks errupted. Trying to play it cool, she checked her sentinel before replying, `` Yeah, I think I 'm discharge. That 's cool. Yeah. ``

'' Excellent, '' Dr Spencer announced, `` follow me then. It 'll be leisurely to go through all your thought process in the solace of my office, '' Dr Spencer said, leading the way out of the lecturing theater and up the step to the Bio-Chem offices. Sophie gleefully followed. She knew the way, of course, but now she 'd be able-bodied to expend a few hours talking to a dreamboat lector about science : heavenly.

Dr Herbert Spencer 's office was incredibly tidy, something incredibly strange for science lecturers it seemed. His office consisted of a boastfully desk decorated with students'theme, a low collection of cacti, and a large electronic computer screen. On his paries were diverse painting of himself and his family as well as a white board scribbled on in many colours. Behind the desk was a large windowpane currently partially obscured by some subterfuge. The moving-picture show contained photo of Dr Herbert Spencer with whom Sophie could only guess was his married woman and, because of other photo, several of his ex-wives. It made sense to Sophie for Dr Herbert Spencer to have a long melodic phrase of char, maybe one day she 'd get together them. The very intellection made her blush. Sitting behind his desk, Dr Herbert Spencer gestured at an abandon seat opposite which Sophie quickly parked herself upon.

'' So what 's made you so curious about hormones, girl Greenwood ? If you 're not talking to me directly, you 're sending me emails about them. Not that that 's a bad thing, of course, I 'd just care to know what set ablaze to your resourcefulness. ``

Sophie considered this for a hour before answering. `` Well, Dr Spencer, I watched several programs about people using endocrine in play and it had assorted side effects so I looked into them and saw the countless possibilities there are but hoi polloi are too scared to expose. ``

'' Well, there is the small issue of increased aggression and decrease impulsion control. That could make some ethical difficulties within the experiment, '' Dr Spencer explained, sitting back in his chairperson. `` No one will fund experimentation that are unethical, not if you want to hold a career afterwards. '' Sophie could n't help but look disappointed. Her eye fell to the carpeting beneath her and a diminished suspire crept from her.

'' There is some inquiry being done right now about balancing the endocrine so you can get very particular upshot, though, '' Dr Spencer suggested, perhaps because of how sad Sophie must have got looked, `` I can send it to you if you want ? ``

'' That would be excellent ! '' Sophie exclaimed, her imagination racing.

For the residual of the 60 minutes, Sophie and Dr Herbert Spencer talked about the hormone balancing discussion and using sealed chemic inhibitors could cause the desired force. He sent her the enquiry papers he had and managed to get Sophie in contact with the team doing the research since Dr Spencer was so high up up in the sphere. They had a bit of lunch before Dr Spencer was called by someone he refered to as `` love ''. Sophie excused herself, silently thanking Dr Herbert Spencer for his fourth dimension before leaving the skill construction and making her way back home.

entrance her household, Sophie hung her coating up on the peg and kicked off her shoes. Making her way straight upstairs, she threw her bag onto her bed, closed the threshold and began changing into her yoga pants and tank top. As she stripped, she imagined Dr Spencer was sitting on her bed and began putting on a show. She peeled off her pissed jeans, bending over and showing off her derriere and the thong that was snuggled quite beatifully between her smooth, toned brass. Standing up, she looked at the pretend Spencer and lifted her shirt off, showing off her Andrew D. White bra that held her full breasts. It sort of helped that this was an old bra, when she was a C cup rather than a duplicate D, making her breasts almost spill out from the top of them. Sophie 's Columbian mother helped her inning go curvy. She was n't flimsy, at to the lowest degree Sophie did n't believe so, but she was n't too big either. She was subject but that did n't mean she did n't want to change it in some way. Sophie realised she was n't fulfilling her fantasy but was now just staring at herself in the mirror, picking out her flaws.

Unclipping the bra, she put on her yoga pants and tank top and went downstairs to the kitchen. She shared the house with three others : Merryn, Hope and Book of Daniel. She had known each of them since first year when they lived in the same vapid on campus but Book of Daniel was new to this theatre. He had fallen out with his home live twelvemonth and Merryn had a fight with Jessica about a guy so she left, which ended out pretty nicely.

Merryn was hard headed when she had to be, she was quite tall with a heavy build than anyone else in the family, even Daniel. She was the captain of the womens rugby team, meaning she partied severe. Bob Hope was a gorgeous, thinly, Nigerian daughter. Her hair was tied into braids that fell to her fanny, which everyone agreed was a wonder. She often went running and had an athletic figure. They often called her the African Goddess because she looked flawless though she was n't vain, a side-effect of her christianity. Then there was Daniel, a city boy from up North somewhere. He claimed to induce Persian blood line but you could n't tell, he looked as pale as they come. He had Black person whisker that was cut short and, though he often ran with Hope, looked like he never went outside. Sophie did n't spend too lots time with Daniel, he seemed awkward to everyone but Hope.

The trashy Daniel had ever been was when he had drunkenly brought a girl home and had what felt like unending sex with her for hours. Because of the way the menage was laid out, only Sophie could try the two of them ; the slamming of the headboard, the moans, the slapping of his hand against her arse, the repeated line of `` call for it '' that Daniel grunted with each slam. That night, Sophie laid awake and, after half an hour of groaning, began to play with herself. She could n't facilitate it. It had seemed that since being at university, she had become a lot more interested in bozo though she had n't done much other than a boozy make out session in a club. Sophie wanted more but almost could n't lend herself to piss the first-class honours degree motion and cat saw her as too nice, even when they barely knew her, so she was often left with guys that were good enough in bed but did n't consider charge. She wanted to be lost sometimes, told she had to resign, have her arse slapped. She wanted what apparently Daniel was giving the girl in the elbow room next to hers but she did n't know how to get it.

After making luncheon, Sophie read the enquiry Dr Spencer had sent her. She cycled through the papers, learning about the different effects of each hormone combination. CH615 seemed to allow the hormone cocktail to spur on muscle growth but not end up with the side gist of venereal shrinking. LL431 created a rush in sexual vim and even seemed to increase the size of the male person sex organ. It was, however, obvious that all of this had only been tested on mice and homo experimentation was n't due for several years whilst the enquiry was fully completed. But Sophie still had doubtfulness, what about the suppression ? Were they still there ? You could n't really examine that properly with scum bag ? And did it carry over to humans ? It said the penis grew by 200 % in both width and length but was that just with rats ? 200 % is only a few millimeters on a rat, would it be that stern on a human ? Looking up the chemical formula of the hormone cocktails, Sophie began to recognise she could probably synthsise them herself and possibly try them out. A architectural plan began to formulate in Sophie 's mind, one that would probably do away with her sexual trouble. If she wanted her fantasy, she needed the guy to need naught else but her and maybe, just maybe, she could do that now.

After talking to the right masses, Sophie was able to prevail the chemical and the lab space to synthesize LL431, the chemical molecule that offered the most intrigue. She managed to bring on nearly three litres worth of result which she kept in sterilise coke bottles that were now kept under her bed where it was cool off. Now she just needed to test it out and she was living with her own guinea pig. First, she needed to see how well endowed Daniel was before the experimentation so Sophie set up some cameras both in his room and one in the shower, looking through the gap in the curtain. The first Nox after installing them, she stared at her estimator projection screen, watching Daniel in bed. He sat above the covers in his boxers for a while, staring at his own laptop. Sophie switched cameras to see whether she got a better angle from the top of his closet and from there, she could see the slight gibbosity in his underwear.

Soon, he began to play with himself under his bagger short circuit, tugging at his growing member. Watching this, Sophie began to get hotter and hotter. She reminded her this was for science but a rich voice of her could n't help but get off on watching him. As Book of the Prophet Daniel 's deal stroked his still hidden rotating shaft, Sophie began to feel the rut between her peg and started squirming. Daniel 's gaze was now fixed firmly on the blind and he looked hungry as he typed away with one hired man and pulled his stopcock out with the early. Now Sophie saw it for what it was and though it was n't small, it was n't that big either. She guessed that it would probably be about 5.5 inch in length and just over an inch in width. As his handwriting slid up and down his putz, Sophie saw it was slightly curved up and began inagining what that would experience like. The last person she had had sex with was about his sizing though his cock was straight as a pencil. What would this feel like inside her ? Without fully being aware, Sophie slid a mitt down her yoga pants and began to play with her now wet pussy. On the screen, she saw his rate increase and she met it, flicking her fingers across her desperate button to his rhythm, as if she were riding on top of him, pushing her dead body against his as he stuck his prick deep within her. Suddenly, Book of Daniel tensed up and from his prick spirt pools of cum, caught in the tissue paper Daniel was holding. Seeing such book and imagining that shooting into her advertise Sophie over the edge, an orgasm rippling through her. She even had to bite her lip hard to not let out a moan that Book of the Prophet Daniel would definitely get wind. As her eyes opened, she saw Daniel clearing himself up and decided that science did n't need to be stale, it was ok to get something out of it for yourself, sometimes. With that, she exported the movie to a file on her computing machine and set it to commence recording in the morning too. She 'd get some shots of him in the shower bath to sweep citation with this footage but soon, the experimentation would really begin.

After a day of footage was recorded, Sophie set out with her plan. She noticed that Daniel never locked his door and planned to use this to her vantage. As Nox fell on the second day, she took out a syringe and filled it with the LL431 formula, making sure to get rid of all the air bubbles. It was around 1:40am and Sophie had watched Daniel for the retiring minute to make sure he was really asleep. He had masturbated again though Sophie had refrained from joining in, for science. Creeping out of her room, she entered the quiet Radclyffe Hall. To her right, was Hope 's room and Sophie was sure she was fully benumbed by now ; somehow she managed to get to log Z's before 12 every day and wake up at 6am looking perfect. Merryn 's way was down the stairs though she was n't in it. She was out celebrating a rugby win with the rest of her team and probably would n't be back before 4am, if at all. The only person awake in the mansion was Sophie now, and she needed to keep it that way.

Placing her hand on the door handle, Sophie slowly turned it, praying it did n't make too much noise. She heard the fragile chink as it opened and pushed it gently open to uncover Book of the Prophet Daniel spread eagle in his bed. Sophie licked her mouth, excited about the next few workweek and what they 'd bring. As she tip-toed across the room, she thought about where these step would bring her : to glory and fame in the scientific residential area, to Dr Spencer 's mind where he 'd marvel at her greatness and bravery in the look of scientific morality, to the new frontier of hormone suppliments and enhancements where she would be queen.

Feeling the syringe in her manus, she peeled back the book binding from Daniel 's body, revealing his body to be clad only by his underwear. With her imagination racing, she plunged the syringe into his thigh and squeezed all of the chemical formula into him. Book of Daniel twitched, making Sophie freeze for a minute. Though he sunk back into a slumber which left Sophie liberal to consider out the syringe and position it in its publicity.

Now was the heavy part. For the rule to forge properly, it had to be stimulated and though keep with three daughter might pass on Book of Daniel the occasional idea, he would n't she-bop until the side by side even and by that prison term, the normal would n't be as potent. So, as gently as she could, Sophie stroked Book of the Prophet Daniel 's penis through his underclothes. Almost immediately, it began to springtime to life, pulsing with an get-up-and-go Sophie had n't observed before. It was swelling before her very eyes, pushing the material of his drawers out and filling her manus. Intrigued, Sophie nimbly pulled his dick out from his bagger to see the effect in full phase of the moon and she was n't discomfited. Even now, his phallus looked far bigger than it had on the videos, tenacious and thicker and coursing with energy. Placing her fount up to it, she could finger the heat energy flowing from it as well as the olfactory sensation ; enticing and arousing at the Lapp clip. It looked so tasty and why would n't she require to collect as a good deal info as possible ? Mustering up the courage, she extended her timid lingua and lapped the now red read/write head. It tasted slightly piquant but satisfying too. She licked it again and again, this time all the way up his lance, taking in the flavour. She only realised that her eyes were unopen and her lip were fully around his dick when she heard Book of the Prophet Daniel moan. Immediately, her eyes opened and turned to his face. Beneath her, he began to stir, filling Sophie with apprehensiveness. Darting out of the way she closed the door enough for it to look shut but not to tick and stood on the other incline of it, listening for any Thomas More noise. Seconds passed and there seemed to be a broken grunt from inside of Daniel finding himself out of his packer and incredibly erect though no steps towards the room access. Believing herself to be prophylactic, Sophie retreated to her elbow room, the taste of Daniel 's dick still on her clapper. As she closed her door, she realised how wet she was. Her thong was soaked from the turmoil and a programme began to think of inside Sophie 's mind. She needed to save stimulating Daniel 's erections if they were going to see any improvement at all and now she had the substance to do so. She felt so ingenious, so inventive, so ... aroused. This was going to be enlightening .