I was alone in my room again, the low hum of the ceiling fan my only witness, aware of the plan I was about to do.

It was one of those nights, the kind of night where the air feels thick, and the world seems almost still, as though everyone knows exactly what you’re up to...

I’d been scrolling deeper than usual these past few months, pass the usual porn sites, pass the OnlySluts leaks, pass even the sketchy dark-web forums I sometimes lurked on when I was drunk enough to pretend I wasn’t scared.

That’s when I found the ad that promised to change everything, buried in a thread titled “Real mind-break chemicals. Tested 2025 batches.”

There were no flashy graphics, or over-the-top pop ups. It was just plain text and a single attached photo of a vial, the glass showing a clear liquid inside, glowing faintly against the black-light.

Erosyne – 3-dose vial. $400 BTC or Monero. 

Turns any adult female into a loyal, craving, cum-addicted servant within 3 stages of repeated micro-dosing. 

Neurochemical dependency forms fast. Primary fixation: donor semen. Secondary: obedience to donor. 

Irreversible after stage 3 in most subjects. 

Each stage sold separately in batches of four.

No taste, no color, no scent. Slips into anything. 

Self-activation drop required on donor first (stamina + sensitivity boost). 

PM for drop coordinates.

An image below showed off it’s effects. A woman stood in a plain white tee, her face showcasing her boredom in a deep pout of her soft, pink lips. Beside it was a second image, the image of her after on her knees, eyes glazed in a soft blue hue, tongue out, as cum streaked across her face in long forbidden lines.

“Wife. Three weeks. No more arguments.”

I stared at the screen, until the image burned into my mind. I had no idea why it hit me so sudden, the possibilities, the chance it was real, swelling in a loud thud beneath my chest, and head, and cock.

Common sense told me it had to be fake. It was just some elaborate scheme, drawn up by a bunch of scammers who knew people wouldn’t no better, aware of the promise they couldn’t resist.

Another part of me gave in to that promise wholeheartedly. I could hear it screaming inside me, it’s words loud and bold, and begging to get me in trouble.

What if it’s real?

They only grew louder and louder.

What if you could make them want you?

I refreshed the thread, and scanned through the replies. There were barely any on the site; a few words of praise, their enthusiasm growing with each one.

One guy claimed his sister had been completely transformed. Another posted a picture of his wife as he groped her, her face blank, his hand roaming beneath her vest, taunting me into the desires I didn’t want to admit.

There was $500 left in my crypto wallet from a bad investment. An hour later, I was wiring $400 to an anonymous address, my hands shaking as the confirmation flashed across my screen:

Drop tonight. 2:17 AM. Behind the old Shell station on Route 9. Black backpack under the third dumpster from the left. Don’t be late. Don’t bring anyone.

I sat on the edge of my bed like a man that had lost his mind. I sat in pure silence for two hours, my heartbeat shifting me, my stomach churning, nervous at the person I’d just shown myself to be.

The clock hit two, and I slipped out the back door. The night air was cool and smelled like cut grass and distant rain. Route 9 was deserted, the backpack exactly where they said, small, black, unremarkable, inside it a padded case holding four small glass vials, and a folded note.

One drop on your tongue first.

Activates batch for 30 days.

Then one full dropper per stage to target.

An extra in case something happens...

I drove home with the backpack between my thighs. The weight of it felt like I was carrying a bomb, something ready to get me arrested, something that would end my world as I knew it.

I drove slow, until I got home. I locked the door, then sat on the bed, before taking the plunge instantly.

*Gulp*

It tasted like nothing.

Just cool water.

It wasn’t until a minute in, before I finally felt something. A heat bloomed behind my eyes. It rushed down my neck. It lingered in my chest, then stomach, it’s wild flame pooling in my cock so fast it hurt.

“Fuck...” I stood up, and freed space beneath my boxers. It throbbed like nothing I’d felt before, pre-cum leaking from it’s tip, my balls growing heavier and heavier with each passing breath.

“Fuck.”

I stood up, walked to the door, and stared down the hallway. Lily’s room was the closest, her door cracked slightly open as usual, the hall light pouring into the darkness of her room, calling, pulling my feet forward in a soldier’s rhythm.

Left

Right

Left

There was nothing that could stop me, nothing that could throw off my motivations, nothing that brought sense to my mind, as I peered into her room, as I saw her on the bed, one slim arm thrown over her pillow, her dark hair sprawled across her cheek.

I just stood there and watched her intently for what felt like hours. I stood there like a beast, a creature of the night, ravaged, starving, the image of her toned legs wrapped around my waist, of her sweet voice calling me, feeding the hunger of the older brother that she loved so deeply.

I knew I shouldn’t.

I knew this was wrong on every level a person could measure.

I knew I could never take this back...

But the heat in my blood was louder than any conscience...

I took a deep breath and decided on my plan. I crept out of her room slowly, working my way to mine, before I closed the door behind me.

“Tomorrow...” I whispered.

Tomorrow, I would get her to take that first dose.

Tomorrow I’d see if that ad was telling the truth.

The morning came too fast. Sunlight sliced through the blinds in sharp, accusing lines across my floor. Every dream looped back to that vial case under my bed, and Lily’s soft breathing down the hall.

Mom had already left for her early shift. I heard the garage door close twenty minutes ago. My older sister, Sophia, was probably still passed out after whatever party she’d crawled home from, and Emma wasn’t due back from campus until late afternoon.

That left just me and Lily in the house...

Perfect.

I pulled on sweatpants and a loose tee. Down the hall, Lily’s door was still cracked the way she’d left it. I pushed it open quietly, revealing the soft image of her curled on her side, the quilt pulled up to her chin, as a box of tissues sat on the nightstand next to an empty water glass and a half-read paperback.

Her nose was a deep red, her eyes puffy, as though she’d been sniffling all week.

“Hey,” I said softly, then stepped inside.

Her eyes fluttered open. “Morning,” she mumbled. “Sorry if I kept you up coughing.”

“You didn’t.” I sat on the edge of her mattress. She still looked beautiful in her state, her soft freckled cheeks that rounded into a dimpled smile, her big brown eyes a perfect display of her personality, innocent and curious, her small button nose completely the image. “You look miserable.”

“I feel miserable.” She tried to laugh but it turned into a small, dry cough. “I had to call in sick today, didn’t want to spread it to the library.”

“Good call.” My pulse kicked up. This was my excuse. “Want me to make you some tea? Or soup? I can play nurse for the day.”

Her lips curved in a tired smile. “You don’t have to. You’ve got work stuff, right?”

I reached out and brushed a strand of hair from her forehead. “Work can wait.” Her skin was warm, a deep heat radiating from her forehead. “Seriously. Let me take care of you.”

She hesitated, then nodded. “Tea would be nice. With honey?”

“Honey. Got it.” The look of her filled me with guilt. “Be back in a few...”

I made my way downstairs, and prepared her tea. I’d already measured the first full dose into an empty mouthwash bottle. I’d rinsed it out three times, just to be sure, the look exactly like over-the-counter cold medicine, tasteless, and odorless. I stirred the honey into the chamomile tea, then unscrewed the cap, and poured one careful squeeze. The liquid vanished into the mug without a ripple.

Steam curled up from the mug, as I carried it back to her room. “Here.” I set it on the nightstand. “Careful, it’s hot.”

She pushed herself up on one elbow. “Thanks.” The quilt slipped down to her waist, her pajama top clinging to her skin from the night’s sweat, her breasts a pert swell, nipples poking through the fabric.

I looked away fast, pretending to adjust the tissues on the nightstand.

Lily wrapped both hands around the mug and brought it to her lips. “Mm.” She blew on it once, twice, then took a long, slow sip.  “Tastes good. You added extra honey?”

“Just the right amount,” I felt like a villain in a movie, filled with a sudden thrill at the second act.

She drank half the mug in small, careful swallows while I sat there pretending to scroll on my phone. I watched her throat move, watched the liquid disappear, watched a faint flush creep up her neck with each sip, until the entire mug was empty.

“Thanks,” she said again, softer this time. “You’re the best, you know that?”

The words hit like a punch. Guilt clawed at the base of my spine, sharp and sudden. This was Lily, the same Lily that cried when I left for college, even though I was only forty minutes away. The woman who still texted me goodnight.

I placed my hand on her shoulder, and heard a soft moan float from her lips. “I try my best...” She didn’t seem to notice her own sounds, instead slipping back under the cover. “Get some rest. I’ll check on you in a bit.”

She nodded, her smile brighter than ever. “Love you.”

“Love you too.”

I left the room before the guilt could turn into something that stopped me. I kept the image running in my mind, that before and after ad, that woman with a clear stare, and a wet mouth.

I had to see if it was true...

I locked my bedroom door and took a deep, long sigh. My cock was fully hard now, straining against my sweatpants, a wet spot already darkening the front.

I wanted to wait.

I Wanted to see if anything happened.

Eight hours passed, before I finally made my move. All afternoon I stayed close, bringing her fresh water, changing the trash with her used tissues, sitting on the edge of her bed while she dozed and murmured feverish half-sentences.

I couldn’t help but notice how attracted to her I was in this moment; the way her body shifted in her sleep, the tightness of her waist, the suppleness of her ass, pressing deep against her pajamas, as her thighs pressed together in her sleep.

There was no way I could stop myself, once I’d started. I knew it. I could feel it. I could tell how much I’d enjoy her body, even as I sat completely still.

A few hours in, she began stirring even harsher in her sleep. She turned over to face me, her cheeks flushed pink, her voice a slow whine, milking the temptation within my groin. “It’s so hot in here,” She groaned, her eyes still shut. She kicked the quilt down to her knees. “Feels like I’m burning up.”

I leaned over and pressed the back of my hand to her forehead. “Maybe the fever’s spiking a little. Want me to grab the thermometer?”

She shook her head, then opened her eyes wide. Her pupils were dilated. “No. It’s not- It’s not the bad hot. Just- I feel a little anxious.” She shifted again. Her body writhed against the bed, seemingly without her permission.

“Want me to stay?”

She looked up at me, and bit her lip. “Yeah. Please.” The words left her in a desperate whine, the drug kicking in, her lips parting, her gaze resting deep against mine.

I settled beside her on the covers. She immediately curled closer, her head nestled under my chin, her body pressed against mine in a deep embrace, chest hugging me, radiating each breath in a slow, unnerving rhythm.

Her hand rested on my stomach, then shirt, then pushed lower, until holding my waistband. She left her fingers there, her grip as though she would pull of my shorts, waiting for me to do something.