Chapter One

"What are you looking at, Doofus?" Asked Chad, captain of the football team and the latest generation in a long line of Big Man on Campuses. The type of guy who doesn't merely think that it's 'okay' to pick on those weaker than him, but that it's an imperative - a family tradition stretching back to the dawn of time.

"Uhm, nothing," answered Pete, trying to make his skeletal frame disappear, difficult since the hallway was crowded and nobody was letting him pass, "I... I'm just going to class."

"It looked to me like you were ogling my girlfriend." Said Chad grabbing Pete's arm and holding fast.

"You had better not be looking at my ass you little freak!" said the girl in question indignantly.

In fact that's exactly what Pete had been doing. Carla, Chad's girlfriend was the prettiest girl in school (of course) and Pete hadn't been the only one ogling her shapely ass.

"No, I wasn't, c'mon, Chad, I just wanna go to class. Ow!" He winced as Chad's grip tightened painfully.

With one arm Chad swept Pete around in a wide circle that ended when he slammed face first into the lockers, the impact causing him to fall backwards to the ground, his books and various papers were scattered across the floor.

"That was just in case you 'were' ogling my girlfriend. Now get to class you stupid geeky fuck." He walked off with Carla under his arm, both of them laughing uproariously and feeling quite proud of themselves, having done their part to ensure that the strong and cool were still the top of the food chain, and the weak and geeky were still victims so everything was right with the world.

Pete picked himself and his possessions up off the floor noticing the amused looks of all those who had witnessed the excitement.

"Man, I would love to get that guy." Pete mumbled under his breath as he stalked off to class, rubbing his sore arm.

A few hours later found Pete walking slowly through the woods behind his house. He was searching for interesting looking plants that he could use with the chemistry set he had set up in an unused room tucked away in the back of his basement. The set had been a present for his tenth birthday, almost seven years ago. He had soon gotten bored with the crappy stuff that came with the set as well as the stuff available at the hobby shop and began to play with whatever he could find, be it vegetable or mineral.

Pete considered himself a scientist or at least a student of the Scientific Process. He liked to find new plants, identify them and look them up on the Internet. All the boring legwork had already been done and he could easily find out the chemical makeup of any plant. He had been trying different combinations of different parts of different plants just to see the reactions. He had no doubt that some day his tinkering would result in something that could really benefit mankind.

His future Nobel Prize virtually in the bag, he was currently working on something he could use recreationally. Just for a little reprieve from the day-to-day suckiness of life.

There were drugs at school, and there was little doubt as to who was using them. But Pete could never approach any of those people. If they didn't just tease him a bit and then ignore him, they would accuse him of trying to set them up and beat the shit out of him. Hell, even if they sold him something it would probably be dried cat shit or some other sick joke. No, if he were to get stoned he would damned well have to make it himself.

He had been scouring the woods for months now, sojourns that had not been documented in this tale, so it was convenient that during this particular search he was jolted from his reverie by the sight of a small clump of five plants he had never ever seen before. They were about a foot tall and were very bushy with large, broad round leaves that appeared to have purple streaks veined through them. There were small white, almost daisy-like flowers that were also ringed with purple. But the most fascinating thing was that nothing grew near them. There was a ring of dead vegetation that extended in an almost perfect circle about ten feet out from the plants.

The plant looked like nothing Pete had seen any of his botany books - he would have remembered such a purpley plant. The deadness around the small group intrigued him. He was well aware that the root of the word 'intoxication' was 'toxic.' Almost all inebriants were also poisons in large enough doses. Alcohol, narcotics, stimulants, heck, even nicotine could kill; it was just a matter of dosage. This plant could very well be a strong intoxicant.

Striping off his backpack he pulled out a large Ziplock and some latex gloves. He only took one plant, since he had never seen anything like it anywhere else; he wanted to make sure there would be more just in case it worked. He carefully pulled it up so as to get the entire root system, which turned out to be just a little longer than the plant was tall, much of it was thick and appeared succulent.

Hurrying home he rushed through his back door, eager to get down to his 'lab' as he called it, and almost ran headlong into his older sister, Megan.

"Watch it twerp!" warned the beautiful and voluptuous blonde cheerleader.

"Sorry," said Pete trying to look at his lovely sibling without actually appearing to do so. "Is mom home yet?"

Ever since Pete had been noticing girls in 'that' way he had been noticing his older sister. She was classically beautiful in a Jane Mansfield sort of way except with a prettier face, longer hair and a smaller ass. After Carla's wondrous ass, Megan's was the next best ass in school. It looked like two bowling balls sitting next to each other. Well, if you were to cut off about a third of each ball and then put them together at the flat parts it would look like her ass. Of course there wouldn't be any bulgy parts in the front. Okay, Just say you could make two bowling balls, sitting next to each other, look exactly like a really hot chick's ass - that's what Megan's ass looked like.

"She called, she's working late again so she said we're on our own for dinner. Paul is picking me up in a few minutes to take me out so you and Mindy will have to figure something out."

Mindy was about only ten months younger than him, but a full year behind him in school. They got along a lot better than Pete and Megan did. Having just turned sixteen, she was blossoming into a young woman every bit as beautiful as Megan. Mindy had long thick light brown hair that reached all the way to her tight round ass. Her narrow waist and slim build made her apple-like tits look much bigger than they actually were. Her tits apple sized, not apple-shaped, that would be kinda of weird. They were more orange shaped actually, except they weren't completely round. Sort of like if you could take two oranges and indent them into her chest so that just over half of them stuck out and then put a nipple on them that would be a bit like what Mindy's tits looked like. This was all just conjecture on Pete's part, of course, since, much to his disappointment; he had never seen Mindy's tits except through her clothing.

"Great," said Pete disdainfully, "I thought that on nights mom works late you were supposed to cook for us."

"Well I'm going out and I'll be back before mom gets home so you better not tell or I'll tell her about those playboys in your dresser."

"What were you doing in my dresser?" Demanded Pete indignantly.

"I was looking for my panties - which I found. Stay out of my room, you little pervert, and don't touch my laundry."

Pete's initial anger quickly faded into embarrassment and he hurriedly descended the stairs to his 'inner sanctum' to get away. His basement lab was the only place in the world he felt content. Everywhere else he was treated as an outcast - even the other nerds hated him because he was so much smarter and better than they were.

The problems of the day quickly faded from his mind as he set to work. He placed bits of root, leaves and flowers in his dehydrator to dry and began to prep other bits for his juicer. He went to his mice cage, glad that he had gotten a dozen 'feeder mice' from the pet store just last week. Feeder mice were cheap and while they weren't the best test subjects, they were adequate for his research. Watching them for a few moments he selected ten mice and placed them in isolation cages.

He extracted juice from each part of the plant separately. The leaves and flowers didn't yield much at all but the succulent roots provided just under a pint of liquid with which to experiment. He decided to try that first then, if there were no results, he would try the little bit he had gotten from the other parts. The stuff in the dehydrator wouldn't be ready for about a week so he didn't worry about that, if need be he could always get more mice with the money he made mowing the neighbor's lawn.

Keeping meticulous notes he gave the mouse in cage number one a single drop using an eyedropper to get it down the creature's throat. Taking the mouse from cage two, he gave that one two drops, cage number three got three drops and he carried that theme all the way to cage number ten. He believed in 'keeping it simple.'

He set the video recorder to capture all the action and then sat down to watch for himself for a while. He hadn't heard Megan leave yet and had no desire to face her now that she knew he had stolen her panties. The thought of the soft silk undergarments was just beginning to cause a generous swelling in his trousers when he suddenly noticed that the mouse in cage ten had gone still.

Grabbing the stethoscope he had managed to steal during his last visit to the emergency room (a bully had broken his nose a few months ago) he carefully opened the cage and placed the diaphragm on the mouse. Nothing, the mouse was dead. He looked at the other cages and noticed that mice six through nine were becoming very sluggish as well. Mice four and five weren't moving much either but still seemed somewhat alert. One through three were acting as though nothing was different.

Over the course of the next twenty minutes he watched mice nine through six drop dead one at a time, starting with number nine. Mice one through three still had no reaction but numbers four and five had gone seemingly catatonic. They were still alive but there was no stimulus that could rouse them. They weren't sleeping; they just sat there and stared.

Pete was disappointed to say the least and, having heard Megan leave during the course of his experiment, he went upstairs to find something to eat.

He found Mindy rummaging around in the kitchen and together they managed to find enough leftovers to microwave into a decent meal.

"I heard you and Megan arguing." Said Mindy while they ate. Pete felt his ears grow hot in embarrassment. Mindy knew that he had pilfered their older sister's underwear.

It wasn't that he had a lingerie fetish, but living with two gorgeous sisters and a mother who, at thirty-eight, was still hot as the chili that old guy sold out at the state fair every year, or at least he used to until they shut him down for some obscure health code violation that nobody cared about for thirty years - until the chili guy's son knocked up the youngest daughter of the Head of the County Health Department one summer. Anyway, living with three beauties, kept him in a state of perpetual horniness.

Being hot for his mother and siblings made him feel like a freak since he had heard other guys talking about their families and even those who had sisters everyone thought were hot, declared that their own sisters did nothing for them. So why was he such a pervert? He didn't know, all he knew was that he had to masturbate every morning before leaving his room or the three women would be treated to a huge hard-on all during breakfast since they all slept in skimpy night wear and breakfast always looked like a Victoria's Secret fashion show.

The theft of the Megan's underwear had actually been the first time he had pilfered panties. He hadn't planned it, but he had been looking for his own underwear in the dryer when he happened upon the soft silky panties and wondered what it would feel like to masturbate with them, so he took them. He meant to put them in the hamper when he was done but had made such a mess of them he'd been afraid to.

"Look, I really don't want to talk about it, okay?" He said, wishing Mindy had never even found out about it.

"Don't be embarrassed, I think I can understand how hard it must be for you living here, you just need a girlfriend, that's all."

"Well, that's never going to happen, so we might just as well drop it."

"I'm going to ask around, I bet you I can find someone in my class who would go out with you."

"Thanks, Mindy. But I don't think you'll find any takers, even if you did, it probably wouldn't go past the first date. Besides, if any of the assholes at school saw me with a girl they would beat the shit out of me just to have the fun of humiliating me in front of her."

Mindy had just finished eating and stood to take her dishes to the sink.

"Don't be so hard on yourself," she said turning from the sink to face her brother, "you know a little more confidence would go a long way." She went back to the table and gave him a quick hug. "Don't worry, big brother, you'll find someone... someday, I know it, and she'll be wonderful."

She breezed out of the room and left him there, savoring the warmth of the hug and the feelings behind it.

He cleaned up and headed back down stairs, pleasantly surprised to find that mouse number four was moving around. Quickly he ascertained that number five was still frozen and then focused his attention back on number four.

The mouse was rummaging around in the litter and his behavior was identical to numbers one through three as well as the two in the big cage who hadn't gotten any of the drug at all.

Excited, Pete stopped the recording and put the tape into the VCR connected to the small television in the corner. In no time at all he was fast-forwarding the tape to see how long the drug's effect affected the subject's affect. After a little bit of back and forth to pin it down precisely, he had come to the conclusion that the drug's effect lasted about two and half hours.

Pete sat back, watching the footage of the catatonic mouse number four and wondering what the mouse was experiencing. Euphoria? Disassociation? Or was his mind functioning normally and just his body was paralyzed? Pete knew that the next step had to be human trials, but it scared him. He was far too intelligent to rush into something this risky so he decided to wait until tomorrow and see how mouse number four was doing, and then he would decide how to proceed.

Having made his decision, he went back upstairs intending to watch some TV. Mindy was already in the living room watching one of the CSI shows. Pete could never keep them straight since he found the 'Hollywood Science' they employed to be ludicrous, but Mindy loved them. He sat down in the corner of the couch that allowed him to watch the television and also be able to see Mindy without having to move his head. She had changed into a tiny pair of shorts and a tight bare-midriff t-shirt. Her angelic countenance was focused on the small screen while his attention was on her alluring curves.

Pete only lasted about fifteen minutes before he could take no more of her heavenly visage, excused himself and went up to his room. He quickly stripped and lay on his bed, a box of tissues close at hand. He pictured his lovely little sister and in no time at all he was lightly stroking the full wide girth of his rock hard seven and a half inch cock.

In his minds eye they were back in the kitchen, reliving the short conversation at the end of their meal. Mindy was dressed as she was while watching TV and He had just finished explaining why it would be useless to try and find him a girlfriend.

"Well, gosh, Pete, I sure wish there was something I could do to help. You are such a great guy, any girl would be lucky to have you." As she spoke, she reached behind her to lean on the counter making her pert pectorals strain the fabric if the already tight t-shirt. Her nipples were clearly visible as large pencil eraser sized bumps under the taut material.

"I don't know what you could do, sis." Pete responded, dejected. "I just can't seem to be able to talk to girls."

"Well then," Said Mindy in a low husky voice, "maybe I should help you build up that confidence I said you should have - or at least I would have said it if you hadn't started your fantasy at a point before I said that you could use some confidence. You really could, you know." She pushed herself off the counter and approached him in slow, measured steps - her body undulating slightly as she moved.

"I love you, Pete. You're my big brother and I don't want to see you sad, lonely or horny - especially horny. Maybe if I help you with the that, the other two will fix themselves."

She was on her knees before him by now. Peeling off her shirt to reveal her glorious melons, she quickly unfastened his trousers and pulled out his raging hard on. Slowly she brought her adorable face to his throbbing member and engulfed it in her warm pouting pie-hole.

On his bed, Pete was furiously flogging his fig, his breath becoming ragged.

Standing up, Mindy finished stripping and looked down at him with her lovely soft brown eyes. "I know I'm you're sister," she said breathless, "and some will say it's not right, but I don't care, I love you, Pete. I want to rock your world."

She stepped up to him, straddling his chair, and pulling his face into her heavenly tits. His thick love staff waved in the cool air, so close to her dripping pussy that had it not been just a fantasy, he would have sworn that he could feel the heat. His face buried in her bosom, she dropped down to take his meat pole into her dripping love tunnel.

That was it. As he imagined Mindy's beef mitten sliding down his throbbing lust steak, it exploded in orgasm shooting thick streams of hot ball juice onto his chest. He kept her image in his mind and stroked his turgid organ until the last vestiges of his afterglow had faded. Wiping up the sticky evidence as best he could with the tissue, he then made his way into the bathroom to take a shower before he turned in.

The next morning - immediately after he cuddled his kielbasa - he fairly flew to his lab to see how number four was doing and he was pleased to find him cavorting around the big cage with the others, none the worse for wear.

He was distracted all day at school, so much so he barely noticed getting thrown around the lunchroom for looking at Lindsay Peterson's tits while he ate. It wasn't fair at all, since this time he really hadn't been doing it. He was just staring blankly while he tried to figure out the best way to proceed with his experiments and her rack just got in the way. Frankly, if Pete didn't notice that he was looking at Lindsay Peterson's impressive hooters, you know he was distracted.

By the time he got home that afternoon he knew what he was going to do. He put a fresh tape in the recorder, turned it on, took his place on a stool before it and began to talk.

It was about an hour and a half later that he was once again perched on a stool in front of his recorder, this time he had a small vial in his hand.

Noting that mouse number five was still catatonic he was careful to ensure he didn't overdose. He had extrapolated, from the data he recorded when dosing the mice, exactly how much someone his size would need without getting too much. That was the amount in the vial. He looked into the camera.

"This is my first human trial of the drug I extracted from the strange plant I found in the woods. I believe I have determined a safe dosage and am about to administer it to myself. This recording if for my own research purposes, unless of course I have misjudged the dosage and in that case it is so whoever finds me will know what happened."

With that, he took a deep breath, blew it out and downed the liquid. It slid down his throat with almost no sensation or taste. Setting the vial down he waited. If the mice trials were accurate it would take fifteen to twenty minutes for the drug to kick in. He waited some more. He had neglected to place a clock where he could see it and mentally kicked himself for such a stupid oversight. But, he always had a good sense of time so when he was sure at least a half an hour had passed he began to get disappointed. So far the only effect he had felt was a sudden dryness in his mouth and throat about twenty minutes after ingesting the drug, but even that had quickly passed.

He was debating whether or not to give it some more time or just give up when the tape in the recorder ejected.

"That tears it!" he exclaimed, frustrated. "This experiment is over." He got up and grabbed the tape. He examined it to try and determine if it was the tape or the machine that had malfunctioned and was surprised to find that it had ejected because it had reached the end of the tape.

"That's funny," he said to no one, "I know it was completely rewound and should have lasted three hours at that setting. His frustration morphed into curiosity and then excitement as he then saw the tape in the VCR connected to the TV had also run its course and ejected. He replaced it with the one from the recorder and pressed play.

He saw himself giving his short speech, drinking the drug and then sitting quietly. At about the seventeen-minute mark he noticed his eyes became blank. He watched, fascinated, as he showed no more animation that the mice had. Forty-five minutes into the recording, the TV and VCR kicked on just as he had planned and his voice filled the room.

"Hey!" He had shouted into the camera to see if he would be responsive in any way. "hey, wake up!"

Pete watched, as the Pete on the tape did not respond. "Great, it's pretty much harmless, but it just makes time disappear. This isn't any fun."

The voice from the VCR continued on the tape.

"Pete! Look over here, Pete!" To Pete's astonishment the 'him' on TV turned his head sluggishly to look at the TV. "Hey! Can you hear me?"

"Yes." Responded the slack-jawed figure sitting in front of the camera.

Pete swelled with excitement. The drug didn't induce a catatonic state, it induced a hypnotic state! He continued to watch the first experiment but not much else was happening so he started crafting the second one.

Tomorrow was Saturday and he would have all day to verify the effects and run a couple of experiments. He made two videos with instructions on them and by the time he was done his mother was calling down the stairs to tell him it was time for bed.

He ascended the stairs to find her in the kitchen. Her short blonde hair hung just below her ears lending an impish effect to her lovely features. She was wearing a housecoat cinched tightly at the waist subtly revealing her hourglass figure without showing very much of anything else.

"It's almost eleven o'clock, young man. You know the rules; you're supposed to be in bed by ten. Mindy went to bed on time."

"But mom, it's Friday night, there's no school tomorrow and besides, Megan's not even home yet - we're both in high school now, Mindy is still in junior high."

"Megan's a senior and you're just a sophomore, you're sixteen, just like Mindy and I say you get to bed this instant."

He headed towards the stairs mumbling under his breath, "Man, if this works out the way I think it will there are gonna be some changes around here."

"What did you say?" His mother called after him.

"Oh, nothing!" He called back as he stomped up the stairs."

As he stalked down the hall muttering Mindy opened the door to her room.

"Good night big brother." She said with an angelic smile.

"Good night, Mindy." He said without a smile because he couldn't muster one at the moment. What he was able to muster was enough sense to continue down the hall with downcast eyes, primarily so that when he was 'downcasting' them he could run his eyes down his sister's beautiful, scantily clad body.

That quick look, along with the anticipation of what it would mean if his drug worked out the way he expected, was enough to put his frustration with his mother out of his head and have his trouser weasel hard enough to cut diamonds by the time he reached his own room. He went into his bathroom and jumped in the shower. As the hot water cascaded down his thin frame he polished his helmet while fantasizing about having both his beautiful sisters servicing him. It didn't take long before he was spraying thick streams of hot DNA all over the shower.

Even with that, it still took him a long time to fall asleep.