| Author: | Jessica Whitethread | ISBN: | 9781310266577 |
| Publisher: | Jessica Whitethread | Publication: | June 12, 2015 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | Jessica Whitethread |
| ISBN: | 9781310266577 |
| Publisher: | Jessica Whitethread |
| Publication: | June 12, 2015 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, bimbofication, the use of potent aphrodisiacs, multiple partners, group sex, exhibitionist themes, alpha male biker outlaws, body transformation, submissiveness and dominance. All characters are 18 or older.
Veronica Tulane is all business, all the time. That's how she's built her law practice into one of the most successful criminal defense firms in the state. But maybe she's working just a little bit too hard, because now even the outlaw MC president she's defending against a racketeering charge is starting to notice she looks tired and stressed. When she tells him she doesn't think she can win his case, he seems to want to help and offers her a pill that will help her catch up on casework. But soon, she finds out that helping her get ahead wasn't exactly what he had in mind, and the drug he's given her is going to do just about everything but help her focus on paperwork.
Parts of her body might get bigger, but her brain certainly won't be one of them.
Before she knows what's happening, new feelings have drowned out the little voice that says no and her urges have pushed her into the arms and at the mercy of the gang leader and his biker buddies, who are more than happy to help her fill her sudden cravings ...
Excerpt:
What he was telling me seemed to be important, but I kept getting distracted by the man sitting nearest to me on the right side of the table. He had a short beard and a lean, well-muscled body. He had laid his jacket across the back of his chair and was wearing just a thin tank top that rippled with his muscles when he shifted. He was one of the ones with pure lust in his eyes, and those eyes hadn't left my ass since I walked in the room. He seemed to want to do something and I kind of wanted him to do it, whatever it was. The way he was looking at me sent little shivers right up and down my needy body.
"What do you mean?" I asked, now staring openly at the man to my right. He looked up and gave me a wink and I giggled a little nervously.
"It's a drug that makes people look and feel like you're looking and feeling right now," Jackie explained.
"Horny?" I asked before I could think to stop myself.
He laughed. "Exactly, sweet thing. Exactly. But don't you worry, we've got a good idea what to do about it."
"My t**s are bigger, too, aren't they? I'm sort of having trouble remembering exactly how big they used to be."
He stood up and walked around the table. In a moment I was standing paralyzed in front of him. He put out two rough-palmed hands and cupped my breasts, hefting and massaging them gently. I let out a low moan as the pleasure of his touch ran through me.
"I'd say so," he confirmed. "But don't you worry. That's what it's supposed to do. And we know just what to do about that, too."
My breath was in my throat as I looked into his face. I had never been this close to him before, or any of the criminals I worked with against my better judgment. The faint aroma of liquor, gasoline, and cigarettes spiced his thick masculine scent.
Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, bimbofication, the use of potent aphrodisiacs, multiple partners, group sex, exhibitionist themes, alpha male biker outlaws, body transformation, submissiveness and dominance. All characters are 18 or older.
Veronica Tulane is all business, all the time. That's how she's built her law practice into one of the most successful criminal defense firms in the state. But maybe she's working just a little bit too hard, because now even the outlaw MC president she's defending against a racketeering charge is starting to notice she looks tired and stressed. When she tells him she doesn't think she can win his case, he seems to want to help and offers her a pill that will help her catch up on casework. But soon, she finds out that helping her get ahead wasn't exactly what he had in mind, and the drug he's given her is going to do just about everything but help her focus on paperwork.
Parts of her body might get bigger, but her brain certainly won't be one of them.
Before she knows what's happening, new feelings have drowned out the little voice that says no and her urges have pushed her into the arms and at the mercy of the gang leader and his biker buddies, who are more than happy to help her fill her sudden cravings ...
Excerpt:
What he was telling me seemed to be important, but I kept getting distracted by the man sitting nearest to me on the right side of the table. He had a short beard and a lean, well-muscled body. He had laid his jacket across the back of his chair and was wearing just a thin tank top that rippled with his muscles when he shifted. He was one of the ones with pure lust in his eyes, and those eyes hadn't left my ass since I walked in the room. He seemed to want to do something and I kind of wanted him to do it, whatever it was. The way he was looking at me sent little shivers right up and down my needy body.
"What do you mean?" I asked, now staring openly at the man to my right. He looked up and gave me a wink and I giggled a little nervously.
"It's a drug that makes people look and feel like you're looking and feeling right now," Jackie explained.
"Horny?" I asked before I could think to stop myself.
He laughed. "Exactly, sweet thing. Exactly. But don't you worry, we've got a good idea what to do about it."
"My t**s are bigger, too, aren't they? I'm sort of having trouble remembering exactly how big they used to be."
He stood up and walked around the table. In a moment I was standing paralyzed in front of him. He put out two rough-palmed hands and cupped my breasts, hefting and massaging them gently. I let out a low moan as the pleasure of his touch ran through me.
"I'd say so," he confirmed. "But don't you worry. That's what it's supposed to do. And we know just what to do about that, too."
My breath was in my throat as I looked into his face. I had never been this close to him before, or any of the criminals I worked with against my better judgment. The faint aroma of liquor, gasoline, and cigarettes spiced his thick masculine scent.
