Chapter 1: Introduction
The sun was like a spotlight, shining down on the bustling campus of Meridian University. Fresh-faced students, their arms laden with boxes and bags, trudged between the red brick buildings, some stopping to consult maps, others already lost in conversation. The air was filled with the hum of excitement and the distant sound of laughter. The first day of classes was still nearly a month away, but people had already begun moving in, and the campus was alive with anticipation.
In the middle of the chaos, a sleek black car pulled up to the curb in front of Hawthorne Hall. The driver popped the trunk, and a tall, athletic figure stepped out.
She had long, wavy blonde hair that cascaded down her back, and her eyes sparkled with an infectious energy. Her name was Allison Hawthorne, and she couldn't have been more excited to be there. She looked around the campus, a wide grin spreading across her face. She couldn't believe she was finally here.
"All right, let's get this show on the road," she said to herself, grabbing a box from the trunk. She headed up the steps, her high heels clicking against the stone.
Inside, the hallway was a symphony of activity. Students were unpacking, parents were fussing, and RAs were directing traffic.
Allison navigated the chaos with ease, her box balanced on one hip. She spotted her room number, 307, and made her way to the door. As she swung it open, she was greeted by a room that was the exact opposite of the chaos outside.
It was a sterile, white box, chock-full of functional furniture. Two twin beds, facing each other, were neatly made, with nary a wrinkle in the sheets. A desk, cluttered with textbooks and notebooks, stood in the corner, casting a long shadow across the room. More interesting, however, was the girl seated at the desk. She was hunched over a large book, her dark hair falling in a thick curtain around her face.
"Hey, roomie!" Allison called out, her voice echoing in the small space. She dropped her box onto the bed and leaned against the door frame, surveying the room. "I'm Allison, by the way."
The girl at the desk looked up, her eyes wide behind a pair of thick-framed glasses. She pushed her hair back, revealing a face that was as striking as it was serious.
Her dark eyes were framed by long lashes, and her full lips were pursed in a tight line. She set her book down and stood up, extending a hand.
"Brittney," she said. Her voice was soft, almost hesitant, and it seemed to clash with the confidence of her handshake.
Allison grinned, shaking her hand. "Nice to meet you, Brittney. So, what's the plan for the day? I was thinking of checking out some of the booths the sorority girls have set up later, if you wanted to join."
Brittney's eyebrows furrowed slightly.
"Sorority girls? I don't think that's really my scene, Allison. I'm more into academics, you know?"
Allison shrugged, undeterred. "Sure, sure, but it's fun to get out and meet people. Plus, they have the best snacks," she added with a wink. She started unpacking her box, pulling out clothes and hanging them in the closet.
Brittney watched her for a moment, then sighed and sat back down at her desk. She picked up her book, but Allison noticed that her eyes kept flicking to her roommate.
"You know, you're really pretty, Brittney. You should come out with me sometime. You might surprise yourself."
Brittney rolled her eyes, but there was a hint of a blush on her cheeks. "I'm not interested in being pretty or going out, Allison. I'm here to study."
Allison shrugged, turning back to her unpacking. "Suit yourself. But you're missing out.
College is about more than just studying, you know."
Brittney sighed, turning back to her book with a flustered expression. "I'm sure it is, but I'm not here for the 'college experience.' I'm here to learn."
Allison raised an eyebrow, taking notice of the implication from Brittney that attending college primarily for the purpose of learning, and that any other pursuits were inherently lesser, but choosing not to engage any further.
Already this interaction indicated a pretty sharp difference in the personality of the two women, but it couldn't have prepared either of them for just how combative their relationship would prove to be. Over the next two weeks, Allison and Brittney's clashes became a regular occurrence, often punctuated by Brittney's disapproving sighs and Allison's exasperated eye rolls.
One evening, Allison returned to the dorm after a night out with some friends. She was flushed from the excitement of the night, her lipstick reapplied and her hair slightly messy from the dance floor. Brittney was at her desk, a stack of books open in front of her. She looked up as Allison entered, her eyes narrowing slightly.
"It's almost midnight, Allison," she said, her voice laced with disapproval.
"Do you know how late it is?"
Allison laughed, dropping her purse onto her bed. "Oh, come on, Brit. It's a Friday night. Live a little."
Brittney pushed her glasses up her nose and shook her head. "I have an 8 AM class every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday starting next week. I can't afford to stay up all night like you."
Allison plopped down onto her bed, grinning. "You should try it sometime. You might actually enjoy yourself."
Brittney huffed and turned back to her books. "Doubtful."
Allison lay back on her bed, staring up at the ceiling.
She could hear the distant sounds of laughter and music from other parts of the dorm, but here, it was silent apart from Brittney's occasional sigh or page turn. She felt a pang of annoyance. This was her first year of university, and she'd hoped to make the most of it. But with Brittney constantly judging her every move, it was hard to shake the feeling that she was doing something wrong.
Over the course of the past few days, Allison had found herself growing more and more frustrated with Brittney. She couldn't understand her roommate's lack of interest in having fun, in making friends, in experiencing college life to the fullest.
They were on two completely different wavelengths, and it was beginning to grate on Allison's nerves. She wanted to let loose, to enjoy herself, and she couldn't do that with Brittney constantly looking at her with disapproval.
Looking over to the side of the room which comprised Brittney's domain and sighing internally at the mess of books and notebooks, an idea began to form in Ashley's head. Bimboquill, it was a medication developed to allow individuals of extraordinary intelligence to relax in situations where it otherwise would have been impossible.
It temporarily reduced cognitive function by a significant margin, the effects wearing off after approximately 24 hours. Allison had first heard of it on a dark web forum, where it was touted as a way to make life a little bit more bearable for those with overactive minds. And while she never thought she'd use it, it suddenly struck her that it just might be a perfect solution to her roommate's constant disapproval.
Allison stood up from her bed, her mind made up. Pulling out her laptop, she easily found the website set up by the pharmaceutical company who had manufactured the drug, as there weren't yet any plans to make it available at common drugstores, and she quickly ordered a box of 5 bottles.
Just two days later, Allison excitedly made her way down to the mailroom, where she'd been told there was a package sitting in her PO box.
The mailroom was a small, windowless room tucked away in the basement of the dorm, and it was quiet save for the hum of the fluorescent lights and the distant murmur of students in the hallway outside.
As she scanned her student ID, the door to her box clicked open, and there, nestled among the junk mail and envelopes, was her package. She quickly snatched it up and hurried back to her room, her heart pounding with excitement and a hint of guilt.
Brittney was at her desk, as always, when Allison burst into the room.
She quickly stashed the package behind her bed before turning to face her roommate.
"Hey, Brit, guess what?" she said, her voice overly bright.
Brittney looked up from her book, her eyebrows raised. "What?"
Allison waved a hand dismissively. "Nothing, nothing. Just feeling extra chatty today, you know?"
Brittney eyed her warily, then went back to her book. Allison let out a sigh of relief. She hadn't noticed the package.
Good. Allison needed to be careful, after all, she didn't want to raise any suspicions. She busied herself with unpacking the rest of her things, humming a tune under her breath as she arranged her clothes in the closet.
Over the next few hours, Allison observed Brittney closely while pretending to be busy on her phone, waiting for the perfect moment to administer the bimboquill. She wanted it to be subtle, natural. She didn't want Brittney to suspect a thing.
Eventually, Allison casually walked over to her desk, a glass of water in hand, Brittney still engrossed in her studies.
"Hey, Brit.
You've been at it for hours. Why don't you take a break? Here, have some water," Allison said, offering the glass to her roommate. Brittney looked up, her eyes slightly glazed over from the intensity of her focus. She took the glass, her fingers brushing against Allison's.
"Thanks," she murmured, taking a sip. Allison watched her closely, waiting. Over the course of the next 3 minutes, Brittney finished the small glass, taking sips every now and again as she read through her textbook. The drug supposedly took around 8 hours to take full effect, so now it was just a matter of time. As the two girls tucked into bed around 10pm, Allison could hardly supress the smile on her face. Tomorrow, she'd finally see her plan come to fruition. Tomorrow, she'd finally see what bimboquill could really do.
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The next morning, Brittney felt strange as she moved to turn off her usual 8am alarm.
Her hand seemed to move in slow motion, and her brain felt foggy, like she had a nasty hangover. She shook her head, blinking rapidly, and tried to shake off the weird sensation. She turned to look at Allison, who was still fast asleep, her blonde hair splayed across her pillow. She always looked so effortlessly beautiful, even when she was sleeping. Brittney couldn't help but compare herself - her wild hair, her thick glasses, her pajamas that were more suited for a librarian than a college student.
As she swung her legs out of bed, she felt a sudden wave of dizziness.
She steadied herself, holding onto the nightstand, and took a deep breath. Okay, maybe she was coming down with something. She'd skip her morning run and head straight to the campus health center as soon as she was finished getting ready.
But first, she needed to get dressed. She stood up, her legs feeling wobbly beneath her, and made her way over to her closet. Quickly pulling off her pajamas, she surveyed her wardrobe for what to wear today. Her eyes slightly glazed over as she scanned over her usual array of brown sweaters and loose black button ups. Strangely, she quickly found herself drawn to the single shock of pink sitting in the sea of grey that comprised her wardrobe.
It was a silly, frilly thing that had been given to her as a joke by her sister, a piece of clothing that she would never in a million years have chosen for herself. But there was something about it today, something that made her want to try it on.
She pulled it out, her fingers brushing against the soft fabric, and slipped it on. It fit snugly, accentuating her curves in a way that made her feel... different. She twirled in front of the mirror, her cheeks flushing at the sight of herself. She looked... pretty.
She bit her lip, her eyes wide as she took in her own reflection. She'd never seen herself like this before. She felt a strange sensation in her chest, a fluttering that she couldn't quite understand. It was... exciting. The top was tight, cropped, and it had been designed in a halter style.
Brittney's large chest was practically overflowing it, and the fact that she'd forgotten to wear a bra would be impossible to miss for anyone who cared to look, though she hadn't quite realized that herself yet. Smiling, she quickly retrieved a pair of skinny jeans from her closet and wriggled into them, admiring the way the tight fabric hugged her curvaceous figure. She'd never felt this confident in her own body before. It was strange, but exhilarating.
As she turned to leave her closet, she caught sight of her reflection in the mirror again. She paused, her eyes widening as she took in her appearance. She looked... sexy. She had to admit, there was something about the way the shirt clung to her body that made her feel desirable.
She spun around, her hips swaying as she admired the way the fabric hugged her curves. She'd never worn anything like this before, but for some reason she couldn't remember why.
Spotting a pair of pink heels next to Allison's bed, Brittney smiled to herself. "OMG, those would be like, so perfect, why are they on the other side of the room though?" Brittney said out loud to herself, her eyes fixed on the heels. She walked over to the bed, her hips swaying more than usual, and slipped her feet into the shoes. She wobbled slightly as she stood up, her ankles not quite used to the height of the heels, but she giggled, finding the sensation exhilarating. Brittney wasn't sure why the shoes were a bit tight on her, but she quickly dismissed the concern, failing to realize that they belonged to Allison.
She admired herself one last time in the mirror before grabbing her bag and heading out the door.
In the hallway, she could hear the distant sound of chatter and laughter. She felt a sudden desire to join in, to be part of the fun. She turned to her left, following the sound, and found herself in the dorm's common room. A group of students were gathered around the TV, laughing and joking as they watched a sitcom.
Brittney felt a surge of confidence as she walked in, her hips swaying in her new heels.
The group of students turned to look at her, their eyes widening as they took in her appearance. She noticed a few jaws dropping, but she just smiled, feeling a warm glow spread through her.
"Hey, guys," she said, her voice cheerier than usual. "What's going on?"
One of the guys, a tall, lanky fellow with a mop of curly hair, turned to face her. "Hey, you live here?"
She nodded, still smiling. "Yep, sure do."
He grinned, his eyes lingering on her chest.
"Glad to hear it. You look good."
Brittney giggled, feeling a blush spread across her cheeks. "Thanks," she said, twirling a strand of hair around her finger. "I thought I'd try something new today."
The guy raised an eyebrow, his smile widening. "Well, it definitely works for you. You should come join us. We're just watching a movie."
Brittney hesitated for a moment, then smiled and walked over to the couch, taking a seat next to the guy.
He scooted over to make room for her, his eyes never leaving her chest. She didn't mind the attention, though. In fact, she kind of liked it. It made her feel special, desired.
"So, what are you watching?" she asked, looking up at the TV.
"Just some stupid comedy," the guy said, his arm resting casually on the back of the couch, just inches from her shoulder. "You know, the usual stuff. Guys being stupid, girls being even stupider."
Brittney laughed, leaning into his arm slightly. "Sounds about right."
A girl sitting on the other side of the guy rolled her eyes.
"Not all girls are like that, Jake," she said, crossing her arms.
Brittney turned to look at her, smiling. "It's okay, I don't mind. Sometimes I can be pretty stupid, too."
The girl rolled her eyes, though Brittney failed to pick up on the implication of the gesture.
Jake chuckled, his arm slipping down to rest around Brittney's shoulders. "I like her already. What's your name, beautiful?"
Brittney giggled, leaning into his touch.
"I'm Brittney," she said, her eyes sparkling with amusement.
"Nice to meet you, Brittney," Jake said, his hand tightening slightly on her shoulder. "I'm Jake. So, what do you do when you're not being stupid?"
Brittney waved a hand dismissively. "Oh, you know, the usual. Read, study, all that boring stuff."
Jake laughed, his hand moving to gently rub her arm. "Well, you definitely don't look boring."
Brittney felt a warmth spread through her at his words. She liked the attention, liked the way it made her feel.
She didn't quite understand why she felt this way, but she knew she wanted more of it. She leaned into Jake's touch, her heart beating a little faster.
"Well, I mean, I do study a lot. But I think I should probably be doing more fun stuff, you know?"
Jake's lips curled into a cheeky grin. "Well I can show you how to have fun, Brittney. Trust me."
Brittney giggled, her eyes flicking between Jake and her phone. She knew she had meant to go somewhere when she left her dorm earlier, but she couldn't remember where. "If you do so much studying though, I gotta ask, what's your major?" Jake said with a smile in his eyes.
Brittney's brows knit together in confusion for a moment before a grin spread across her face. "Oh, yeah! I'm like, a Chem major. Sorry, I like almost forgot for a sec I won't lie" she giggled, her hand fluttering up to her hair, twirling a few strands around her finger.
Jake raised an eyebrow, looking her up and down in disbelief. "Chem, huh? So, you're like, a genius or something?"
Brittney shrugged, her smile never fading. "I guess? I don't know, I just like science stuff, you know?"
Jake chuckled, his arm tightening around her. "Well, let's test it, see how much all that studying paid off then. I'm not a chem majory, but I remember enough from highschool, what are the names of each of the noble gasses." He asked with a smirk.
The girl across the room rolled her eyes. "Please Jake, that's like the most basic question you could possibly ask" she said with a laugh. Brittney, on the other had, had a clear look of confusion on her face. "Ummm ...well, helium is one, right?" she said, scrunching up her forehead.
Jake chuckled and nodded. "Yeah, good one. What else?"
Brittney scrunched her face up even more, her eyebrows furrowing.
"Ummm...like, uh, oh gawd. Wait, this is like, so hard" Brittney giggled, her face looking as though it was doing its best to focus before she suddenly brightened up. "OMG, duh, Oxygen!"
Jake and the girl immediately laughed as soon as the words left Brittney's mouth.
Jake's hand squeezed Brittney's shoulder affectionately, "Aww, poor baby, maybe you should stick to Grey's Anatomy instead of real science."
Brittney giggled along with them, but inside she felt a little hurt. She didn't understand why she couldn't remember the names of the noble gases, or why she felt so confused and overwhelmed by the simplest questions. But she pushed those feelings aside, not wanting to ruin the fun.
"Alright, alright," Jake said, laughing. "I think that's enough with the chem questions. Don't feel bad about getting it wrong, by the way, you're hot as fuck. I don't think anyone cares whether you know what the noble gasses are."
Brittney couldn't supress the grin on her face as she slowly processed Jake's words.
The more she thought about it, he was right, it didn't really matter if she could remember the names of some stupid gasses. She looked good and she felt good, that was all that mattered.
Jake's hand slowly slid down from her shoulder, coming to rest on her thigh. She could feel the warmth of his touch through the thin fabric of her jeans. She looked up at him, her eyes wide with a mix of surprise and excitement.
"You think I'm hot?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Jake grinned, his thumb slowly rubbing circles on her thigh. "Fuck yeah, I do. You're the hottest thing in this room, hands down."
Brittney felt a shiver run down her spine, her heart pounding in her chest. She'd never had a guy talk to her like this before, never had someone make her feel so desired. She liked it. A lot.
Across the room the other girl scoffed "Good god" before finally standing up and walking away. "Like, what's her problem?" Brittney asked, her eyes following the girl as she walked away. She was still excited by Jake's compliment, but she couldn't help but feel a little confused by the other girl's reaction.
Jake shrugged, his hand still rubbing circles on her thigh. "Who knows? Some people are just jealous, I guess. Don't worry about her, Brittney. She's not the one sitting next to me right now."
Brittney blushed, her eyes meeting Jake's. She felt a spark between them, a connection that she'd never felt before. She leaned in closer, her breath hitching slightly.
"So, what should we do now?"
Jake's eyes darkened, and he leaned in as well, his hand moving further up her thigh. "Well, there are a lot of things I'd like to do to you, Brittney," he started, his voice low and husky, "For now though, why don't you come back to my room with me so I can show you how to have fun, like I said earlier."
Brittney's eyes widened slightly, but she didn't protest. Instead, she giggled, a sound that was both nervous and excited. "Okay, sure. I guess I could do that."
Jake grinned, standing up and offering her his hand. "Come on then, let's go."
Brittney took his hand, her heart pounding in her chest as she let him lead her out of the common room and down the hallway towards his dorm room. She could feel the eyes of the other students on her as she walked past, their whispers following her like a trail of breadcrumbs. She didn't mind, though.
In fact, she liked it. She felt like she was someone important, someone desired. She couldn't remember the last time she felt this way. If ever.
Jake's room was just a few doors down from theirs. He led her inside, closing the door behind them. The room was small, filled with the typical college dorm paraphernalia - a bed, a desk, a small bookshelf, a mini-fridge, and a few posters on the wall. But Brittney barely noticed any of it. Her eyes were fixed on Jake, who was already unbuttoning his shirt.
He tossed it onto a chair, revealing a toned chest and a trail of dark hair that disappeared into the waistband of his jeans. Brittney swallowed hard, her eyes wide with a mix of emotions she didn't seem to have the brainpower to process.
"You look nervous," Jake said, his voice soft as he stepped closer to her. "You shouldn't be. I promise, I'll make you feel good."
Brittney nodded, though she wasn't entirely sure she believed him. She'd never done anything like this before. "Jake is like, so super smart though. Like, way smarter than me, I should probably just trust him" she thought to herself.
Out loud she simply said "Okay" as she took a deep breath, slowly exhaling. Jake took another step closer, his hands going to the hem of her shirt. He began to slowly lift it up, his eyes locked with hers.
"You have a beautiful body, Brittney," he murmured, his voice soft and soothing. "You should show it off more often."
Brittney blushed, her eyes dropping to the floor as he continued to lift her shirt. She felt a sudden wave of shyness, but it was quickly replaced by a sense of excitement and anticipation. As Jake finished removing her shirt from her body he let out a laugh as a smirk etched its way onto his face. "Fuck, Brit, your tits are fucking huge" he said, his eyes roaming over her body, his gaze lingering on her chest. "No wonder you were showing them off in that tight fucking top."
Brittney giggled loudly at the words, her thoughts moving like molasses. "think so? I like, never really thought about it before." She ran a hand over her large chest, cupping one of her breasts. She felt a throb of excitement at his words, and she couldn't help but look down at herself.
"You like?" she asked, giving him a little pose.
Jake's eyes darkened with desire as he looked at her. "Fuck yeah, I like." He reached out, his hands cupping her breasts, stroking them gently. Brittney gasped, her back arching slightly at the feel of his touch. She hadn't realized how sensitive her breasts were, how much they reacted to the slightest touch.
She felt a warmth spread through her, a heat that pooled in her core. She let out a soft moan, her eyes fluttering closed.
"Omg, that feels so good," she murmured, her hands going to Jake's hair, tangling in the curls.
Jake smiled, his thumbs brushing over her nipples, making her gasp. "You like that, don't you?" he said, his voice low and husky. "You like the way I touch you?"
Brittney nodded, her breath coming in soft gasps. "Like, it like, feels like, sooo fucking good, ohmygawd ," she managed to stammer out between moans.
Jake grinned, his hands still fondling her breasts. "Good. Wait till you feel what comes next," he promised, his voice low and thick with lust.
He began to trail his hands down her body, his fingers tracing the curves of her waist and hips before finally settling on the button of her jeans. He looked up at her, a wicked glint in his eyes, and slowly began to unbutton her pants.
Brittney's heart raced as she watched him, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps.
She felt a tingling sensation between her legs, a warmth that was spreading, growing more intense with each passing moment. She could feel the dampness of her arousal, the slickness that coated her inner thighs.
Jake's hands moved slowly, teasingly, as he slid the zipper of her jeans down, inch by agonizing inch. Brittney squirmed, her hips tilting forward, desperate for more. She wanted to feel his hands on her, wanted to feel the heat of his touch against her most intimate place.
Finally, with a flick of his wrist, he had her jeans open, her bare skin revealed to his hungry gaze.
He hooked his thumbs into the waistband and began to peel them off, Brittney stepping out of them as he pulled them down her legs. She stood before him now in nothing but her pink heels and a matching thong that had gone with her top, her body a playground of curves and soft skin.
Jake let out a low groan, his eyes roving over her body. "Fuck, you're hot," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. Brittney smiled broadly at the words. She knew she looked good, knew that she had Jake's full attention.
She liked the way he looked at her, liked the way his eyes roamed over her body, liked the way his hands touched her, like they knew exactly what they were doing. "Yeah, Brit, I don't think anyone gives a fuck if you know anything about chemistry" Jake chuckled as his eyes continued to take in her curves.
Brittney let out a high pitched giggled as the gears in her head slowly turned. " Like, I totally know what you mean." She said as she leaned back against the wall, her hands going to her thong, ready to slip it off. "I like, barely remember what I learned in Chem last year anyways, so like, who the fuck cares, right?"
Jake grinned, his eyes locked onto her as she slowly started to peel off her thong. His hands went to his own jeans, quickly unbuttoning and unzipping them. "That's the fucking spirit, Brit. Now, come over here and let's see how much you remember from Bio, yeah?" he said with a wicked grin.
Brittney immediately frowned at the words though, her brows furrowed in concentration. "Bio? That's like, boring though. I thought you were gonna play with my titties more" Brittney pouted, her hands going to her large breasts, giving them a squeeze. Jake failed to suppress his laughter at Brittney's misunderstanding. "No, babe, I wasn't saying that we were literally gonna talk about biology. It was a joke. I was just saying that I want to see how much you remember about the human body," Jake explained, his voice thick with lust as he stepped closer to her. His jeans were now pooled at his feet, his cock standing tall and hard in front of him.
Brittney's eyes widened as she took in the sight of his erection, her own body responding with a fresh wave of heat. She reached out, her hand tentatively touching the length of his shaft. It was hot and hard, the skin smooth and silky. She felt a thrill of power as she watched Jake's face contort with pleasure at her touch.