THE BREAST OF LIFE
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The occult in action


	Bill had finally succeeded in doing it. By combining his
knowledge of the occult, a knowledge learned after years of hard
work, with what he had learned about science, he had managed to
produce the ultimate aphrodisiac. He had made a virus, half-magic,
half-scientific, which would produce a secretion that could be
mixed with water, soda, liquor or any other liquid and then drunk
by a woman to alter her, vastly increasing her sexual desires,
rendering the woman totally under his personal control. The beings
he worked with in his occult efforts had assured him that he would
get more sexual action than he had ever dreamed of.

	He would show the women of the world that he was not to be
rejected simply because his looks were not overly pleasant. He had
been spurned too many times, had too many insults given him, had
too many girls walk away when he approached them. Sweet revenge
would finally be his!

	The material would produce even more benefits, he knew. It
would cause the woman's body to alter to his idea of perfection:
large breasts and long, shapely legs. It also enabled the women to
cum with very little effort on his part, rendering them addicted
to his sexual stimulation of them.

	He had asked Sandy, one of the women he worked with in the
county records department to come to his house that afternoon. He
told her that he had found some very puzzling things in the
records, things that could implicate their boss in considerable
wrong-doings and possibly give Sandy and him both chances to move
up. Sandy, being rather overly ambitious, readily agreed.

	He laughed as he heard the doorbell rang. He was quite
cordial, thanked her for coming, expressed his concern over what
he had found, and asked if she would like something to drink since
the afternoon was rather warm. She said that she would, and he got
her a glass of water into which he added a generous portion of his
viral formula.

	She drank the cooling liquid down and then smiled. Moments
later she started to feel dizzy, and soon fainted. He lifted her
from the floor and took her to his bedroom. He knew that it would
be an hour or so before the formula had completed its work, and
that she would be unconscious until then, so he left her to
contemplate further what he planned to do with his revenge.

	An hour later he returned and saw that the formula had
succeeded far beyond his dreams. Sandy lay on the bed, her breasts
straining to escape from a blouse now far too small for them. He
removed her clothes, then stood back. She awoke, still a little
dizzy at first, then sat up and smiled at him. Quickly he undressed
and ordered her to make love to him, to kiss him, to suck him, to
do every single thing she could to arouse him and make him cum.

	She moved to him and began to kiss him as her hands traced a
course over his body. She played with his firmly erect penis, then
cupped his head in her hands and drew it to her now-massive
breasts. As he sucked, he realized that the formula had yet another
benefit, for Sandy was producing a warm, highly pleasant milk that
he found delightful to drink. They moved to the bed and their
lovemaking grew more intense. Soon both he and Sandy were having,
uncontrollable orgasms.

	Somewhat later the neighborhood paper boy came to collect the
paper money and was invited him. Sandy entered the room, and
immediately went straight to the paper boy, grabbed his head, and
pressed it against her large breast. The boy started sucking and,
as he did so, began to remove his own clothes. Within a few minutes
they were screwing wildly on the floor. Bill not realized that 
the woman's sexual desires would not be for just him, but for any
man (and probably any woman, he thought), for Sandy quickly seduced
the paper boy, rode his cock and giving him the same intense sexual
pleasure she had given Bill. The paper boy left, incredibly happy,
and Bill knew he had succeeded beyond his wildest dreams.

	In the course of the following weeks Bill managed to drug a
variety of women, including his neighbor, all with the same effects
Sandy had had; enlarged breasts, wild sexual desires, and
incredible sexual responsiveness.

	He learned that if other women sucked the women that had been
changed, the virus would be transmitted to them through the women's
milk and they, too, would be altered. Soon large numbers of women
had been converted to sexual playthings, and Bill enjoyed having
sex with a different woman each night.

	As more and more of the women were converted to sexually-wild
animals, a side-effect of the virus finally became known. The milk
was addictive to men; the more they sucked, the more they wanted
to suck. The more milk they consumed from different women, the less
control they had over their own sexual drives. Before long the men
were as out of control as the women.

	As children grew up and reached the state where their sexual
desires became normally active they found themselves seduced,
sometimes by their own mothers. Soon even they were having wild sex
with relatives, friends and neighbors.

	Yet Bill had not taken into account that demons don't do
anything for anyone without a price. Bill had gotten what he wanted
- all the women he could fuck and then some - so he no longer
thought about what he had agreed to, but even he was finally forced
to pay attention when the side-effect of the virus on women became
known.

	Yes, they all got bigger, usually much bigger, boobs. They
tended to get bigger asses, easier orgasms, and an absolutely
uncontrollable sexual desire.
	
	What they also got was sterility, for no woman infected by the
virus was any longer able to produce a child. Scientists wanted to
study the phenomenon and try to find some antidote, but even they
soon fell into the sexual frenzy sweeping the planet. 

	So, over time, people grew older but kept fucking. All the
babies became children, the children became adolescents, and the
adolescents were seduced and became uncontrolled sexual animals.
The human race ceased to exist, but at least it died happy.


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