TG Caption ~ Obsessive Heat

The romance was gone. It was not just a far-fetched theory, but an actual statistics that showed that people have started falling in love less and less. At the end of the day, even things such as sexual intercourse surprisingly started losing its appeal for many people. And so, humans didn’t even realize when they were slowly embarking on their transformation into emotionless machines, even if it started with one of the most complex and abstract feelings a person can experience. Luckily, they knew that too, so they still had a lot of time to prepare and find the cure. 

And with the great development of modern technologies, soon the so-called vaccine was found, though not without its downsides. You see, for some people, such as aromantics or asexuals, these changes were not as noticeable - much so they didn’t care to lose attraction for someone, so they were not particularly interested in taking medicine that would make them feel the emotions they already got used to living without, yet still didn’t want to lose the ones they already had, obviously. That’s when the second iteration of said vaccine came to play - the “impure type” that was not exactly a drug and more so a love potion that in small amounts would maintain human emotions intact, whereas the more you took it, the more intense the feelings would get. That was, as it seemed, the perfect solution for both parties. 

Aron was from the latter category - not happy about losing the ability to be attracted to someone, so he decided to become a part of the programme. Though his heart has been on a very low heartbeat the last few months, the random idea of getting someone to love was very tempting. And this “interest” slowly morphed into something more intense - into a need, as if he was simply desperate to find his second half no matter how many bones he would have to break into flour for that. 

“Ahhh, that should be it!” the nurse cheerfully said with satisfaction as her needle slowly pushed out of the man’s exposed arm. 

The injection was not the vaccine itself - it was simply an important matter for those who wanted the medicine to work. The real solution came in the form of small heart-shaped pills with a cherry scent, even though their taste was almost nonexistent. Maybe it was because they tasted like real love? Either way, Aron received a bottle with pills and shook it in his hand experimentally - to his sweet realization, those would be enough for him for 3 months if he took two per day. 

At first, the effects were subtle - so tiny that Aron felt like any changes about him were caused by overthinking and anxiety. Not being a romantic person in his life prior to that, the man found himself buying novels and love stories. Expanding your home library with those actually became very popular in times like these, the stories that could be considered cheesy in the past had gained a second life. Even though Aron was not a shut-in, his lack of experience in dating really paid off here, as the books started touching his heart in the ways he thought was never possible. More often than not, the man found himself gripping the book so tight that his fingers were almost ending up squeezing it. A strange feeling of attachment accompanied by tongue-like flames of love had never felt nearly as brilliant before.

He usually took pills twice a day, just as prescribed, but sometimes curiosity and desperation were taking over, causing his body to burn in anticipation. On days like these, Aron was adding to his routine one or, sometimes, even two bonus pills that he hungrily swallowed. 

Finally, the effects poured their juices into his body and mind, but they were not exactly what he expected them to be. Never in his life he really questioned his sexuality, but when he wasn’t able to stop his mind from thinking about another guy at his job, Nate, Aron started getting weird aches in his stomach that were twirling his insides like a growing impulse to vomit from embarrassment and fluster. But these already were mercilessly filling the role of the fuel that fed his increasing sexual drive coming back to its senses. To say that this satisfied man in any way wouldn’t be particularly truthful - his desires contradicted what he had expected to happen when he put the pill into his mouth for the first time. 

“Sir, don’t lie to yourself!” the nurse crossed her arms, the edge of her lip twitching in irritation. “You know what you said! ‘I would give anything’! The pills are not meant to change your sexual orientation! If you find yourself attached to this handsome guy at your job, maybe it’s time to pass the ‘denial phase’, mm?~” even though the woman was not wrong, Aron found it hard to take her words seriously when her bookshelves were shamelessly filled with tons of yaoi and boy love. 

But he won’t accept. He could never accept that! How can he live with the revelation that he might be attracted not only to women, but men too? And worse for him, sometimes he could not even sleep properly without having extremely detailed, intimate dreams about exploring their private matters with Nate. At the same time, he could never imagine himself stopping taking the dreamlike love elixir. Something had to be done with his newfound attraction, even if he couldn’t take his words back!

“Ehhh?! You.. You’re saying you can’t be gay?” the nurse’s eyes became as big as two billiard balls. “W-Well, that’s a bit disappointing, mm. But fine, there.. there can be a solution just for you.. Take one bonus pill of those every day too,” she said with caution in her tone while extending a bottle that, unlike the one for regular pills, was coloured in bright pink rather than pastel peach.

It was not some experimental or imperfect doze - it was the slightly modified original vaccine that had stronger effects on people. But Aron hadn’t known back then that combined with the second version of “love pills”, those would have some extremely specific side effects. The changes came much faster than he initially expected, but his attraction to Nate wasn’t going anywhere just yet. And it was intense - even moving his gaze away from the man was now a struggle, as if he found himself paralyzed with his neck submerged into deep, devouring sand baths. The color in his eyes slowly started fading away alongside their reflection, now he only wanted to caress the man he found attractive with his empty, blackened pupils. 

Still being able to recognize that his affection was turning to a really unhealthy degree, he visited the nurse again, only to be met with her rolling her eyes and saying that he “wasn’t gay anymore” and that “everything was going according to the plan”. 

But the guy couldn’t help himself anymore - he quickly found himself stalking Nate, making sure to touch his shoulder longer than necessary, accompanying to his apartment so that he could spend a few more minutes with him. Nate was definitely morphing into the man of his dreams - everything about him was appealing, starting from his confident way of walking and ending with the way he blinked, every exact 15 seconds with few exceptions in 3 or 4 seconds. Yes, Aron counted these very precisely. Trying to focus on something other than this person that became the embodiment of heat to him was now a nearly impossible task. It was as if his hair genuinely started becoming pale white from all this constant stress and obsessive compulsions! That was not false however - Aron’s strands indeed started changing its color into snow-like white, a decent contrast to his pure charcoal dark eyes. Yet he was too oblivious to notice any of that - at that point of time, all his life and thoughts centered around this one guy who probably didn’t even know that his colleague was crushing on him so hard.

The more the love pills were working their magic, the more bad habits Aron was starting to develop in the midst of this evergreen fear that Nate might not love him back. But he couldn’t - he had to feel the same way, right? Aron was biting his fingernails constantly, not even noticing how they were slowly becoming longer and getting permanent black shade. 

No, nobody will take Nate away from him. He belonged to him - like a property with little to no independence. This was the point when Aron finally stopped taking pills, yet the effects had already gotten too far for him to resist. Even without him noticing, his body hair started suddenly disappearing overnight while his bare torso was slowly softening, once tight pectorals turning into two squeezable breasts that would be somewhat hidden if it wasn’t for them bouncing with every move he made. The soft mounds that were only at the first stage of their development were also not the only prominent change, however. Once broad shoulders softened over the edges became smooth, almost liquid-like. 

Once, after taking a warm shower, Aron felt a strange pain in his manhood, only to notice its ridiculously small shape and the fact that his balls.. disappeared. Just like that, there was only an empty piece of flesh hanging from his crotch with the dick as weak as a deflated balloon. 

“Mmm, oh…” 

But frankly, Aron did not care enough to go to the nurse, he had much more interesting matters to take care of. All he needed in his life was this man, this man he cared about perhaps a little bit too much. As he ran his hands over his now longer wet hair, he sighed in satisfaction, his voice hiding the neverending arousal behind whispery undertones. Aron looked at “himself” in the mirror, his face was developing more delicate features and his once flat chin became a small hump with full lips over them. As he leaned in to take a closer look at his almost alien appearance, he felt that pain in his crotch again. At that very moment, his ass pushed upwards, rounding in shape as his already fattened prior thighs received their final touch and pushed the remains of his tiny cock inside, finally giving it the right to be called a proper clit with the hanging skin that sucked in just as fast, unzipping in both directions like the wet pussy it truly was.

“A-Ahh..~” Arona moaned, biting her lip from the slightly tickling sensations of her vagina being born and thousands of nerves getting connected to it at once. “F-Finally! Now he will..ah..~..want me..~”

Despite her body going through these extremely shocking and heavy changes, she still could only think about Nate reacting to her in this vulnerable, almost helpless state. But it was still far from over. The obsessed woman grabbed her two medium breasts, squeezing them as they were expanding right in her hands, now being barely able to fit into them without their nipples and areolae peeking out. Her sharp fingernails were pressing against the growing sensitivity of her widened buttons, causing Arona to moan from her own gestures.

“Ughhaaa~..Mhhh~..”

Yet her boobs kept on expanding with their flesh disobediently growing harder and harder, becoming so impressively large that now she could barely see anything past two hanging balloons on her torso. But even with her view naughtily blocked by her new girly assets, she could still clearly feel her thighs growing with hot softness as her fingernails dug into them, squeezing their watermelon-crushing curvature. Giggles started riding in her throat as Arona pushed her breasts together, deforming them in a somewhat funny, at least to her, way. They were hard, squishy, and meaty at the same time - a perfect recipe of satisfaction for the lucky person who will get to push their cock between them. 

“A-Auuughhhhh, so good~..” Arona rolled her eyes, dreamy smile never disappearing from her wide, almost unnatural smirk. 

Her fresh body felt too good, it’s as if she could easily crush someone under the weight of her new curves that any woman would get jealous of. Her fingers rushed to explore the new folds between her bottom lips - countless amounts of thin flesh that trembled and sent shockwaves to her body from even the smallest touches of her fingernails. She rubbed her inner walls so hard that she could feel her knees threatening to crumble and meet the floor at any given moment. Though she just took a shower, Arona could already feel how dirty she was from the mix of sweat, building-up cum, and girly juices inside her new reproductive organs. 

Arona wanted to taste it all, just to make sure to tickle her small berry hard enough to make her vocal chords clench and turn their volume to hundred.

“Oh! Ahhh!~” 

Wet fingers gently played with the everlasting wetness of her pussy, her desperately wet clit that she was pushing up and down and then circling her fingers around it, thoroughly getting hold of her most sensitive body part. And all that while one of her breasts firmly rested in her hand, being squeezed so passionately that it could easily sprout a tiny droplet of milk if pushed just a bit harder. She quickened the pace, turning her playful hand into a hardworking machine that mercilessly assaulted the newly-born pussy until it was screaming with its juices, making them fly everywhere. But she was not full, she could never be full with a single hand in her crotch. Even when her hips suddenly started shaking and erupting with smooth, thick cum that made a mess of milky puddles on the bathroom floor, she was still not done.

No matter how good this new body felt, she still had her mission clear and she aimed to finish it no matter what. She needed to make Nate hers. She needed him. She had to be close to him, for him to touch and explore her in the ways she never imagined. To feel his breath over her ears, to have his hands wander over the curves that she obtained just for him, to make sure that no one gets him before she does, to get thousands of hungry kisses in all intimate areas of her body that craved and begged for attention. 

It was finally her turn to make a move, to approach what she was wasting for what seemed an eternity. 

And now, standing by his door with only a few straps on her body and slingshot bikini, Arona was knocking at the door with her hand in bridal gloves as the creepy sly smile on her pink lips already anticipated how their night with Nate would turn out. The wide areolae of her hard nipples could be easily seen through the flexible fabric of her bikini, as if they themselves couldn’t wait to get their deserved attention. She could hear the steps approaching the door from inside as her other hand started gripping the whip and the rope behind her back tighter, not even noticing how her anxiety quickly shifted to an arousal.

The nurse did not trick her by transforming her from an obsessed man to an obsessed woman - at the end of the day, she never asked to make her attraction disappear. Now she could finally be with the one she desired for so long.