Prologue

Doctor Moxie Shane adjusts the aperture control on the microscope and peers down into the powerful machine. Satisfied, she straightens and turns to her assistant, a pretty young graduate student, Jean. Her smile says it all, and the younger woman claps her hands in excitement. Moxie brushes her hair behind her ear, taking a deep breath of satisfaction.

“Is it going to work?” Jean asks.

“I hope so,” Moxie answers. She switches off the powerful microscope and turns, holding up a vial of bright red fluid. “If this works then not only will I be healed but we can save millions of people.”

“Just think how rich we’ll get from this,” Jean comments delightfully.

The doctor looks over the younger blonde. The woman is tall and big breasted, petite, with a slim boyish body. She is beautiful, but sometimes her attitude is something to get used to—especially when thoughts of riches enter her mind.

“Money isn’t an object to crave,” Moxie admonishes the young woman. “We started this to not just cure me, but others with the same disease.”

“Absolutely!” the young woman exclaims. “We cure you and all the others of course. But making a little bit of money isn’t a bad thing.”

“Nothing wrong with that,” the doctor agrees. “But it is useless if everyone is dead.”

Jean drops her head, shaking it. “Yeah, I see your point,” she admits.

Moxie smiles at the other woman, changing the direction of the conversation. “No one but us thought to try genetic manipulation,” she says, her eyes alight behind her round glasses.

“Probably because it is a bit illegal,” Jean giggles.

“Yes, well,” Moxie blushes and pats her assistant’s arm. “That remains to be seen. We need to test this.”

“How are we going to get clearance for testing if we don’t even have authorization for what we have already done?” the assistant questions.

The doctor sighs. After a moment a sly smile forms of her face and it doesn’t go unnoticed by the assistant.

“What are you thinking?” Jean asks.

“I was thinking of testing it on myself,” Moxie promptly answers.

“But what if it doesn’t work?” Jeans asks, worried. “What if something goes wrong or it kills you?”

Moxie holds up the vial again. On one hand it she could be right and it completely heals her, on the other it will kill her.

“I’m already dead,” she says. “The measures we have taken have only slowed the growth. Eventually the fungus is going to win.”

“And if it does then what do I tell them?” Jean asks, even more worried. “You’ve already violated by hiding it. You’ve made me an accomplice. Once you die and the growth begins, the spores are produced and then I...”

“Jean!” Moxie gasps, and frowns at her assistant. She shakes her head. “We’ve been at this for over two years. Forget the consequences. Whatever happens, you’ll find a solution. Now, get a syringe ready.”

“You got it!” Jean chirps, dismissing her worries. The doctor is right, she’ll figure out some way to avoid any inquires that will follow.

Jean takes the vial and preps a syringe. Once done, she looks to the doctor. Ready?” Moxie asks. The assistant holds up the needle in answer.

“I’m not sure how much we should use?” Jean says just before she is ready to stab it into the doctor.

“It has to reach every cell in my body in order to mutate them to fight is infection,” Moxie states. “We better make use of the entire syringe.”

“Greater chance of definitive results that way,” the assistant murmurs.

Moxie nods and Jena pulls more of the red liquid into the syringe, filling it all the way up. The doctor takes off her lab coat and pulls up the sleeve of her blouse.

“Maybe you should sit down, just in case,” Jean suggests.

Moxie nods and pulls over a chair. She crosses her legs and her assistant’s eyes flitter toward them for an instant, before the girl gets a hold of herself. Jean has found the doctor attractive from the first day she met her, and she has tried her damnedest to ignore her attraction since. Jean positions the needle on the older woman’s arm. “Are you sure you want to do this, Doctor Shane?” she asks quietly.

“Yes, do it,” Moxie says with a nod. She closes her eyes and winces when the needle pricks her.

Very quickly, she feels the serum coursing through her veins. Jean pushes the plunger in slowly, gradually introducing the massive dose into the doctor’s bloodstream. Moxie shudders. She can feel it inside her, tingling and warm—a friendly presence in contrast to the fungus that has already invaded her body. It spreads slowly up her arm and then infuses her whole body. She sucks in a deep breath.

“Are you okay?” Jean asks, concerned.

Their eyes meet and the older woman nods slowly. “Yes, it feels strange. Done?”

“Yes,” the assistant replies with and. She pulls the needle out carefully and steps back.

Moxie stands, feeling good. The tingling is fading and she feels energized. She smiles and takes off her glasses. “It feels nice,” she says.

Jean smiles and asks, “Should we track this like everything else.”

Moxie matches the smile. “Yes, why wouldn’t we?”

The assistant’s face reddens slightly. “I was worried about the legality of what we just did.”

Still smiling, Moxie says, “It can always be destroyed, and if successful then we have everything documented.”

“Okay,” Jean says happily. Then a frown spreads across her face. “You said if...”

“There is always that chance of it going wrong,” the doctor replies, grimly. “But just the same, we better record the results on paper. The easier it is to destroy the better.”

“Good,” Jean says happily as she takes Moxie’s place in the chair. She slides over to a table and grabs a legal pad. “Alright, tell me everything you’re experiencing.”

“Well, I’m feeling really warm,” Moxie begins. She unbuttons the second and third button on her blouse.

“You do look a little flushed,” Jean says, turning to look at the doctor.

“You’re not warm?” Moxie asks. She looks over the young woman sitting there. She has never really noticed how pretty she is. Her big eyes, freckled covered face and plump full lips makes her really attractive. And that body that that lab coat hides is amazing. She has seen it on occasion, but never really thought much about it—being straight and all. Moxie gasps as she realizes what she is thinking.

“No, it’s pretty nice in here actually.” Jean says. “I think the serum is making you hot.”

Moxie licks her lips as she watches the girl work. The heat is starting to slow a little throughout her body, but between her legs the warmth is increasing. She feels her panties getting wet. Her nipples are hardening and poking at the fabric of her bra.

“You’re very pretty, Jean,” she says without thinking. The words kind of just spill from her mouth, uncontrolled.

“Excuse me?” Jean questions, jerking her head around. Her eyes are wide as she catches a glimpse of the ample cleavage protruding from the doctor’s chest.

“You heard me,” the doctor says authoritatively. “I know how you look at me, how you lust for me.” She raises a leg to rest on the edge of the desk. Her skirt slides up her thigh, giving her assistant a tremendous view of her shapely leg.

Jean is caught slightly off guard, but she keeps it together as she replies to the older woman. “Well, yeah,” she laughs. “You’re absolutely gorgeous. I didn’t think you were into girl though.”

“I do like men ... a lot,” Moxie pauses. She is straight, isn’t she? The tingling is back, centered in her overheated cunt. She can’t seem to take her eyes of her assistant. “But you’re different...”

“It has to be the serum,” Jean notes. “It must have some kind of effect on the fungus already in your body.”

“That may be the case,” the doctor agrees. “But right now I don’t care. All I can think about is seeing you without your clothes on.”

Moxie gasps despite herself. This isn’t me. I would never have thoughts like these, would I? She finishes unbuttoning her blouse, letting the fabric fall from her shoulders. Her breasts heave as her breathing gets faster. Her bra barely contains her breasts, while her dark brown nipples try to poke through the material. Who cares where these thoughts are coming from? This is too much fun.

“I can’t take advantage of you while the serum is doing this to you, Doctor Shane,” Jean says seriously. Like the doctor, she can’t help herself. She licks her lips while staring hard at Moxie’s heaving chest.

Moxie laughs. “I’m the one that will be taking advantage of you.” She gestures for the younger woman to stand up. “Take that shit off,” she orders huskily.

Jean blushes as she jumps to her feet, peeling off her lab coat. Whether or not the doctor’s actions are the effect of the serum, she is not passing up this chance. Her black t-shirt comes off next. The girl doesn’t need a bra because of the slim breasts with rosy red nipples sitting high on her chest. She kicks off her shoes and slips off her blue jeans.

“Oh fuck yes,” Moxie breathes hard. She pushes her slacks down before slipping her hand to her panties to rub her aching pussy.

The girl steps out of her jeans and cotton panties. “Do I ... please you, Doctor Shane?” she asks shyly.

“Most definitely,” Moxie groans, rubbing harder at her panties.

Jean smiles as she steps up to the doctor. She guides the older woman down onto the chair. “Let me help with that,” she says, nodding to the woman’s hand at her panties.

Moxie nods in agreement, leaning back and spreading her legs. The doctor’s puffy, wet folds strain against the black panties. Her assistant smiles and lowers herself to her knees. She kisses the older woman’s thighs, trailing her lips higher and higher. Slowly, Jean pulls those panties down, licking her lips as the doctor’s glistening pussy comes into view.

“I’ve wanted to do this for a very long time,” Jean sighs as she pulls the panties down the older doctor’s legs, leaving her completely exposed.

She extends her tongue as far as she can and burrows it into Moxie’s folds. Jean wiggles it as she gigs into her pussy, surprised how tight the opening is.

“Oh,” Moxie coos. “That’s nice.” She unsnaps her bra and shrugs it off. Her hands fly to her chest to rub and pinch her nipples as her assistant begins to explore her needy cunt.

The girl tongue fucks for a few minutes, her head wedged tightly between the doctor’s shapely thighs. “You taste amazing!” Jena moans, lapping between those heavy, thick lips. “I have never tasted pussy like this before!”

Jean is gasping a moment later when she finds the doctor’s clit. The swollen nub is thick and protrudes prominently. She swirls her tongue twirls around it with wide circles. Moxie arches her back and groans in response. “Fuck yes!” she cries, pushing her hips up to grind her clit on the young woman’s mouth. “Suck it! Suck my fucking clit!”

The girl obligingly takes it between her lips. Her tongue rolls around it as she starts to suck. She looks up at the gorgeous doctor, her tongue flicking the tip of the clit faster and faster. She has had a crush on the woman since her first day working for the woman. Her hope now is that Moxie wants this after the serum has cured her—if it cures her.

Moxie suddenly screams and bucks her hips on the chair, making it slide on the floor. Her orgasm shoots up from her engorged clot and travels straight up her spine. Her eyes rolls back in her head and her hands clutch painfully hard at her breasts. Her pussy leaks juices, leaving a tiny puddle of red on the chair. She shudders as she rides the wave of pleasure.

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