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From: "Pedro Vila" <pedrovilaNOSPAM@mailcity.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} "The Stuff In The Jar" pt3 (MFF, that's all?)
Date: Mon, 18 Mar 2002 15:10:11 -0500
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This is a work of fiction
involving sex between adults.

If you are under 18,
please do not read.



Hard to believe, but this is
actually a Pedro Vila story.




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               "The Stuff In The Jar" pt3
               by Pedro Vila


   Irene had the bottom drop out from her marriage recently. Her once happy
family were now traumatized by the introduction of some paste from a strange
jar.
   Her innocent twelve year old daughter was first to be changed by it more
than a month ago, and was just now getting back to normal. But her husband,
Gene, was another matter. He knowingly used the stuff on the family dog and
himself.
   Irene had caught them in the act. Now Gene has moved out and the dog was
staying at a shelter until they could decide what to do about it.
   And Irene was left with a broken family and the jar. She didn't throw it
away like she should have. In fact, Irene was torn between having it studied
and trying it out herself. She was too scared to do either. She knew the
power that it held and understood that despite her husband, and daughter for
that matter, said about not having any control over themselves, it was also
implied that it had been the most satisfying thing they had ever felt. That
was what made Irene not throw it out. That was what made Irene want to
experience it for herself. She had never been the most sexual person in the
world and part of her longed to feel what it felt like to let go.
   Irene, for all of her gentle qualities, couldn't relax and let go
sexually. Gene had been understanding for all of their years together and
she had stopped worrying about his fidelity long ago. A little part of her
wasn't surprised that he had finally been unfaithful, but with a male dog
was too much. Still, it wasn't another woman whom he might have fallen in
love with.
   Irene wasn't sure which would have been worse.
   So after much internal debate, Irene decided to call an old college
friend who was now a research scientist and see it he could find out what
this strange jar was.
   It had been a decade since either one had talked.
   "Yes. I'm trying to reach a Doctor Herman. I was told that he was working
there. Yes, I'll hold."
   "Brian? It's me! Yes! It's Bedford now. It's good to hear you too. I
know, it's been so long. God, I have so much I want to say.... Oh, I
understand, you being such an important scientist now. Can we, get toge....
Yes! What time? I'll be there. Yes I'm looking forward to it too. That would
be lovely! Okay, I understand. Bye."
   Irene felt better about her life already. Brian Herman had once been a
room mate and lover to her and though they both drifted apart, they each had
nothing but good memories of the other. Before, she wouldn't have thought
about seeing him while married, but now with the recent upheavals to their
lives, she felt no guilt. And after all, it was to find out about what this
stuff that had ruined their lives was.
   That didn't keep her from trying to dress in her most sexy clothes for
her old lover. Some habits die hard, even after all this time.
   The coffee shop that they would meet in was in the university district
and filled with young looking college kids. Brian stood out in a corner
booth with an air of respectability that the younger crowd seemed to be
aware of. Most likely he was the boss of some of them. His age seemed to
enhance his good looks despite being surrounded by such good looking young
men and boys.
   Brian stood as Irene walked towards him and immediately embraced her
tightly. She couldn't help but blush. Memories of wild nights together
flooded her vision as she sat across her one time lover and friend.
   "Wow! You look so different. I mean in a good way." he said, breaking the
ice.
   "Your gorgeous." Irene blurted before she could stop herself. She put a
hand to her mouth in shock as Brian leaned back and laughed.
   "Your pretty gorgeous yourself. You have a lucky husband. I am glad you
called though. I've been working hard lately and your my needed
distraction."
   The waitress interrupted them and took orders. Afterwards Brian asked,
"So why has it taken so long for us to see each other?"
   "Gene, my husband, had been the jealous type and he would have flipped
had he known I was even talking to you."
   Something in Irene's voice made Brian sit forward. "Things not going
well? I hope you didn't come here just to spite him. I'm not the kind of guy
who dates married women."
   Irene suddenly felt like a heel. "No. No, in fact I need your expert
advice. There's been a... Well, something happened... In our family. Some
stuff. Some evil, weird stuff that nobody knows about."
   "Has your family become involved with drugs?"
   She almost laughed. "This is like no drug I've ever seen." Then she
preceded to tell in detail every event involved with the jar, both Jody and
her husband, right up to his leaving.
   Brian sat back, not sure if he should believe this story. "Do you have it
with you?"
   Irene lifted a brown paper sack onto the table and pushed it towards him.
Brian looked inside and then pulled out a brownish jar with a brown faded
label covered in unfamiliar black writing. He didn't open it.
   "And you say your sisters son got it from where?" he asked.
   "Near as I can tell, he brought it from some of his friends and they said
they found it in an old garage. They couldn't say which one."
   "Well, there's a lab not being used for the moment. Why don't we go and
find out what this is." Brian said standing. "It's probably nothing, but I'd
like to be sure that your family didn't some how poison themselves with this
stuff."
   They rode to the university in Brians car. Brian was itching to catch up
with her during the drive, but she was strangely silent. He could feel from
her the stress she must have gone through. Still, having her near again
after so long made him realize how isolated he'd been with his work.
   Irene followed him through the security door after watching him slide a
card through the reader. It was a small walk and a flight of stairs before
Brian turned on the lights to a white room with machines and computers.
There was an empty cage and a small table with straps at the corners.
   "What do they do here?" Irene asked.
   "Genetic research." He said, powering up a steel box with a CRT and
assorted buttons. "We're hoping to find ways of crossing viral resistance
between species. Maybe cure the common cold." he said suddenly smiling.
   Brian, the doctor, opened the jar after putting on latex gloves, then
extracted a tiny amount with a glass tube. Then it was placed on a holder
and inserted into the silver machine.
   "This will take a few minutes to cross match any findings with the
university data base, but being this late we shouldn't have to wait too
long." He motioned towards a chair and Irene sat where she could see the
screen. Numbers and capital letters scrolled down it. She recognized none of
it.
   "What's it saying? What's in it?"
   "This is just a spectroscopic read out of some of the molecules so far.
Nothing by itself. Lets wait to see how they're put together first." Brian
crinkled his nose and saw that he hadn't shut the jar. He put the lid back
on while saying, "This smells like some sort of animal scent. Pherenomes?"
   Irene had no idea what he meant. She could smell it too though, and not
for the first time. It was heavy in the air when both her husband and child
were under it's spell. Smelling it had conjured images of wet animal
genitalia.
   There was a short beep and Brian said, "Ah. Here we go now." Both of them
looked at the CRT screen. Irene still had no idea how to read it. Brian gave
her a strange look as she leaned in to see.
   "It looks...." he tapered off, reading. "Well, there's a couple of
molecules the data base hasn't yet identified, but everything looks...
harmless." He leaned back. "Natural enzymes, both plant and mammal, as well
as other plant material, probably to thicken to a paste."
   "That's it?"
   "Well...." he said, pausing to read more. "About four percent of it
consists of something unidentified, but it seems closely related to the
other animal enzymes so it's probably from the same source which would make
it likely natural as well." Brian looked at Irene hard. "You know, not to
change the subject, but I've sure missed you. Sitting here made me remember
just how lonely this job can be."
   "It's the stuff." Irene said coldly. She liked hearing him say such
things but recent events had made her aware of his sudden character change.
"You've been breathing it. I feel it too. It's the stuff, really."
   Brian smiled. "Nooo. You can't be serious...." Then his mouth was left
open. He laughed and shook his head. "No. Really, I've been thinking about
you a lot lately."
   "You mean before I called?"
   "Oh, well, no. But.... Oh shit! I think your right." They both looked at
the jar. "I think we may have stumbled onto something here." Then Brian
turned to the machine and started a print out. There was an excitement about
him suddenly. "This could be big."
   Brian stopped and looked down at his pants. Irene could see a slight
bulge. "Oh my god." Brian muttered. Then he was back to work furiously.
"I've set the computer to try and match this ingredient with every data base
on the planet. Full priority." Then he suddenly stood and grabbed her hand.
"Come on. Lets test this stuff."
   "What?! No! I'm not touching it!"
   He laughed. "Not on us. This is a research laboratory. We use animals
here." Irene felt silly and chuckled. It was her first laugh since Jody's
ordeal.
   The next lab had three chambers with cages inside. Irene sat while Brian
prepared some lab rats. Then he used a tiny amount, carefully measured, on
both a male and female. They immediately started to mate and did not stop
after climaxing. Brian wrote and recorded every detail.
   Then he withdrew the female, much to the protestations of the unfinished
male, and secured it to a small table inside an isolated glove box.
   "Inflamed swelling of the vaginal area... heavy secretions... Heart rate
though the roof." He drew some blood and placed it in another smaller
machine like the one in the other lab. "Whoa!"
   "What?" Irene said standing.
   "That strange compound has multiplied. There's more of it here then I
applied." He looked at Irene. "It's body is manufacturing more of it."
   Excitedly, Brian then repeated the experiment on a single small monkey
while it was bound. "Same thing from the male. I don't believe this." The
monkey started to become agitated and struggled in it's binds.
   Irene remembered the pain it had caused her family. "He's hurting. Do
something!"
   "He's just..." He stared at her, almost ready to laugh. "He's just
really, really horny."
   "Let him have another monkey then."
   "I can't. Those other specimens are on hold for somebody else. I can
taint them in any way." He became thoughtful. "Still, I wonder if...."
   Brian let the monkey loose with the female rat. "Oh, that's just wrong."
Irene said. "You can't... Oh my god!" Her hands went to her mouth. Both the
rat and the monkey were fully engaged with each other in seconds. It was
obvious that both animals were willing if not actually contributing.
   Brian tried to pull them apart. Both the monkey and the rat tried to bite
him. The gloves were strong enough to with stand it. He examined the rat. "I
don't believe it. That monkey should have damaged the rat vaginally just
from the discrepancy of size alone. But she's able to expand beyond her
capacity to accommodate him. Unbelievable!"
   It was too much work keeping them apart so he let them go. Both animals
were ran to each other instantly.
   "What the hell is this stuff?!" he said, shaking his head in disbelief.
   They were there all night. Irene fell asleep.
   It was morning when she suddenly awoke as some students burst into the
room laughing. They stopped cold when they saw Brian. "Oh, sorry. We were
supposed to have this lab."
   "Quite all right. We're done here." Said Brian as he cleaned up.
   He put the jar in a bag and was about to put it in a locked container
when Irene stopped him. "I'm taking it with me." She said.
   "What? No, I need to do some tests. We should keep it safe here."
   "Brian!" She said firmly. "This stuff ruined my life. It ruined my
husbands life. It ruined my daughters life. I'm holding on to it until I
know where it came from."
   "But, this still could be a danger to you too. You said it, it ruined
your life. Besides, I need to run more tests to find out what it is. You do
want to know what's in it, don't you?"
   "Then take some out, but I want to find out what the writing is." The
pain in her eyes was enough to soften Brian. He wanted to make this
discovery, but Irene meant something to him still and it couldn't hurt.
   "Alright. But keep it in the bag."
   He drove her to her car and Irene went home to get some more sleep, but
not before finding a secret hiding place in the basement for safe keeping.

   It was Brian on the phone when it rang that night. "It's a fertility
salve. From somewhere near the Balkans. Nobody seems to know how exactly
it's made, but apparently it's been around for centuries. I'm trying to
trace down the source in more detail, but it's harmless from everything I
can tell about it."
   "Harmless?! You didn't see what it did to my Jody!" Irene scoffed.
   "Um? Well, yes. But it seems to induce some elastic qualities where it's
applied, so I'm sure that your girl's not physically damaged in any way.
That's what the doctor said after examining her, right?"
   "That's personal!" Irene stiffly said. She didn't want to admit to her
old boyfriend that her preteen daughter hadn't been a virgin before that
nasty kid had conned her into hurting herself. That was why she was really
angry.
   Brian felt bad anyway. "I'm sorry. I just meant that she'll be okay
eventually with no physical scares." He took a breath. "Listen, I'm beat.
I've been up for two days and I need some rest, but I would like to take you
out to dinner sometime to make it up to you. Would that be okay?"
   Irene felt guilty for snapping at him, and for knowing that she would
accept the invitation. "Okay. You get some rest, Brian. Call me later."

   It was not until the next weekend that she saw him again. They met in a
nice restaurant and Irene was surprised that Brian wasn't talking about that
stuff she had brought him.
   He seemed so excited before, and she remembered from their college days
how single minded he could be. But the whole night they just talked about
what they'd both been doing after going their separate ways. It seemed very
relaxed and by the end of the night, Irene was feeling normal again.
   The last month had been hard on her. Gene was still out of the house,
though he seemed desperate to have her forgive him and let him come back,
and Jody was still spending nights with her grandmother to help her over her
shock. Irene wasn't ready to let Gene back though. To fool with that evil
stuff even after seeing what it had done to his own child was unspeakable.
   But Irene had forgotten it all after the night was done. They both went
to visit Gene's home after his promising that it wouldn't be to rekindle
their old relationship. After all, despite her difficulties with Gene, she
was still a married woman.
   Brian seemed to laugh it all off.
   At his door, Irene felt uneasy. Something in the back of her mind warned
her that sex was somehow involved. But she knew Brian would never force
himself on anyone, and she would say 'No!' clearly.
   His home was splendid, like something out of a magazine. He still had
nice taste and now he had the money for it as well.
   "Would you like a nightcap?" he asked her.
   "Oh, no. I'm driving."
   "Of course. A soda?"
   Irene smiled. "Sure."
   "So, how's you daughter doing?" he called from the kitchen.
   She remembered again, and her heart sunk. It had been a nice evening.
"She's coming back home soon."
   "And your husband?"
   Irene felt uncomfortable talking about Gene with her ex lover. Something
was still warning her. "I really don't want to talk about that."
   "I understand." Brian said, returning with two glasses, one soda and one
orange juice. He handed her the soda. "Have you seen my awards yet?" he
asked, pointing to the wall.
   "Those are all your's?" Irene asked back, drinking her pop.
   "Oh, yes. That one there is for finding an inhibitor to abnormal gene
growth in flatworms. It could eventually lead to a cancer cure someday." he
said, looking at her the whole time.
   Irene suddenly felt a hot flash and almost didn't get her glass to the
table on time. Her skin felt alive and her heart started beating fast. She
looked at Brian who was watching her. He seemed alive and masculine. Irene
had an urge to go to him and feel his chest. She felt a little dizzy as she
was about to stand up when suddenly she could smell a faint whiff of animal
musk. The same musk she'd smelled from the jar.
   She looked at her drink. "You gave me... some of that stuff." she said,
breathlessly.
   Brian's face was a blank. "What stuff?"
   "You bastard!" Irene said and stood to make for the door.
   Brian was up next to her in an instant. "You really shouldn't go out in
your condition." he told her. She looked at him, her eyes watering, and
tried to hit his face. Somewhere from her hip to his cheek, her hand went
from hitting to holding and she could feel electricity coming from his skin.
   "Why?" she asked.
   "I'm sorry, but I needed to test the synthesized extract."
   "I hate you. Don't touch me." Irene felt heady and half of her wanted to
out right fuck him. It was her anger that was just barely keeping her in
check.
   "I promise I won't touch you." He started to lead her to his bed room.
   Irene followed, knowing she wouldn't be able to resist him in moments.
She was having a hard time concentrating and didn't see the younger girl
sitting on the bed until she was sitting next to her.
   "Doctor Herman? I drank it like you asked. I feel funny." The nineteen
year old college girl said, trying to focus. "Who's she?"
   Brian went to sit on a chair across the room as the two girls looked at
each other. Irene held a shaking hand up to the other girls face and ask,
"Did he... did he give you... give you...?"
   They stared at each other, panting and the young girl suddenly let go and
kissed Irene deeply. Irene whimpered and then fell back onto the mattress
with her, both girls clutching at each others clothes.
   Hands went into each others pants and the kissing became frantic. Irene
tried to go down on the younger girl but the girl couldn't let Irene leave
her lips. It almost became a contest at who would get to go down first and
they both struggled with each others clothes before finally settling on a
classic 69 position with Irene on the bottom.
   The girl clutched at the older woman while mashing her own crotch into
Irene's face. Then Irene rolled them both over and took control, sucking and
tonging hard into the younger girls labia.
   Brian sat taking notes as he watched naked female flesh hunger for each
other like he'd never seen before. The girl was biting and pulling on
Irene's clitoris with her front teeth and Irene made no attempt to stop it.
In fact, it only inflamed her desire.
   "This is incredible." Brian muttered while writing. Both women were
becoming more lustful and hungry for each other with every passing minute.
It started to become beautiful to watch. Better then anything he had ever
seen in any movie.
   He could smell the animal scent in the air. Yes, Brian thought. They're
manufacturing more of the agent in their bodies.
   Brian realized his mistake just as he got up to strip his clothes off and
join them.
   He couldn't have stopped himself if he tried.

   <END>


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