Edible Essence - Part Ten

"So Sage, darling..." the redhead coos, the way she says darling sending my heart aflutter. "Why don't you take a seat and let those kick in, I'll work out dinner for the two of us" she urges, leaning down to plant a kiss on my lips as her tongue eagerly slips past the pillow cushions and into my mouth. I can't help but moan as she pulls me close, my breasts squishing against her chest as a dreadful heat builds inside my panties.

She soon breaks the kiss, leaving me panting desperately for more affection and attention. "It's the least I can do for my little breadwinner." she chuckles, stroking my cheek as I watch as a sliver of essence wriggles up her nose.

I let out a gasp, watching as the mauve and silvery strand worms up her nostril. Reaching up to my face I realize the lack of pressure inside my sinus, the sneaky little thing having snuck out mid-kiss. Michelle doesn't seem to notice though, merely flaring her nostril as though about to sniffle and sneeze as the tail end of the thing slithers up.

She reaches up, rubbing her nose a little before cocking an eyebrow.

"You okay babe?" she asks, taking my hand as her thumb traces little circles around it. "Come on, let's just sit for a second and..." she begins to coo softly, her eye twitching as she pauses.

Edible Essence - Part Nine

As I shift in my prone position I hear another creaking and plastic crackle beneath me, my eyes shooting wide as the fear grips me once again.

"Shit..." I wheeze under my breath, the thought of the Essence inside the jar and it's safety immediately waking me back up. I lurch up, my body on fire and painfully aroused from the teasing I had just undergone. Despite it all I fiddle with the cushion beside me, pulling it up as I spot the jar hiding inside the frame of the sofa.

Reaching down I pull the jar free, noticing the dented lid and cracked siding. With a hiss I screw of the cap, opening it only to find broken pills leaking at the top, the essence suddenly lunging at me. For a brief moment I spy the top two tablets resting atop of the pile in the jar ooze with a viscous mauve and silvery liquid, the two distinct colors pushing and pulling against each other but never blending together.

My heart freezes in my chest as the mauve goo lightly touches my hand, the memory of how I ended up as 'Ella' still fresh in my mind. Before I can react the moody purple goo launches up into my face, the silver shimmering ooze soon following along with the more eager essence.

Edible Essence - Part Eight

Reaching the elevator I hear a buzzing come from my bag. Reaching inside I pull out a phone, the old and slightly cracked screen flashing to full brightness as the message pops up in the dead center. I stare at the previous messages, numerous texts from Michelle and Kelly from the morning and the night before asking about whether I was coming in today.

Rubbing my eyes a little I swipe through the messages, eventually finding myself on the most recent one.

 

 Kelly: EMERGENCY! I left my Art History essay at home! Can you give me a ride back!?!?!??

 

My stomach sinks and a chills races through my body as I read the message, my body responding on instinct to the memory and idea of forgetting an assessment the day it was due. Before I can respond I suddenly get another message

Michelle: Yo are you skipping our next class or something? I'm down to hang out

Edible Essence - Part Seven

Barreling out into the frigid and hazy air outside I find it almost a relief, my burning hot body and strange sense of arousal dying down under the barrage of seemingly arctic gusts. Letting out a sigh I adjust my bag, quickly pacing down the small open air hallway that connects the lecture halls before spotting Fiona as she leaves the hall via the other exit.

She stumbles out in the blustering wind, struggling to hold a pile of papers to her side with one hand while the other cradles her work laptop. Both press in against the subtle and supple bulging around her hips, the added fat cushioning the items as she struggles to maintain her grip.

I can feel my heart race again, my attraction blending with newly acquired youthful form to set my whole body on a hair trigger. Biting at my lower lip I feel a slight blush spread across my cheeks, a warmth soon growing in my boy shorts as I race over.

"God damn it..." I huff in my husky feminine voice, quickly pacing over to the struggling woman now over a decade my senior. "I really am hot for teacher aren't I?" I grumble, finding Michelle's words to ring true.

Edible Essence - Part Six

As I hear the laptop finish booting up my gaze shifts between the bag and the screen, my attention focusing in on my little area around the desk as I try to work out how I can unlock this strangers computer.

Suddenly a noise rips me from my distracted state, my head whipping up as I hear a soft chuckling and the moving of a seat beside me.

"Didn't think you'd be up this early, not that I'm complaining" chuckles a cozily dressed redhead, her pierced lip curling into a smirk. My mouth hangs open as I watch her replace the chair and desk combination beside me with another, the tall and lanky redhead soon dragging over one with a mirrored desktop to my own.

Edible Essence - Part Five

"Huh?" Kelly shoots back, grabbing her own over stuffed bag from beside the parent's front door. "Say something?"

"Nope" I call back, stepping out and locking up as my my turns to the jug inside my couch. I couldn't risk anyone finding it, or even just losing it myself. With my own essence down the drain I'd need to replace it from somewhere if I wanted any chance of return to a semblance of my former self, and that container was my only hope.

"Well come on then" Kelly chimes, racing down the stairs. "If we're quick maybe we can still get a coffee before class."

Edible Essence - Part Four

I pause, my lips parting as my mind struggles to catch up while bogged down and struggling to shake the sleep off of it. Taking a deep breath, my exhalation tasting foul and state after my time in the bathroom I decide to accept Kelly's offer, driving her and heading to whatever 'classes' she's talking about.

"Sure..." I sigh in my mildly husky voice, my shoulders slumping in resignation. I was already exhausted from the insane morning, the thought of having a whole day head simply made me want to crawl into what I hoped was still my bed.

Kelly, to her credit, beams at me with a smile from ear to ear.

Edible Essence - Part Three

Lurching forward I grab the container, twisting it right side up as I try to keep the pills from spilling over the edge of the table with my knees and my remaining free hand. Once more I look over the labels, sighing to myself as I find near all of them written in the maker's shorthand.

I wasn't going to be able to do much with the majority of these things, at least not without working out what the hell they meant. However, as the frustration built inside me so did a sense of intrigue. Why shouldn't I try one?

"Might help get me out of this...funk" I chuckle nervously, trying to break the dire mood I had found myself in. Looking around I take in my cramped apartment, the cheap yet cozy home's cheap rent still being too much now that I was unemployed. "Wonder if any of these could get me my job back" I muse, laughing a little louder as I slowly sit back up.

With a deep breath I turn my attention to the contraband I had accumulated on the table. Slowly I reach out as before I can decide one breaks open and begins to leak.

Edible Essence - Part Two

"That's..." I muse, my footfalls growing faster as I approach the dumpster. As I get within reach I give it a little tap, the giant bin ringing like a hollow drum. Slowly my gaze turns to the chains, the thick metal bands that often kept these things closed, only to find them severed.

A grin spreads across my lips in a eureka moment. I drop my bag and reach up to the top of the dumpster with one hand and into my pocket to get my phone with another, eager to confirm my guess of the mysterious hiding place and to call in the tip in the hopes of some sort of reward.

However, as I look inside my grin falls away as my jaw goes slack and my eyes go wide. I slide my phone back into my pocket as I spy a full and unopened unmarked bottle of raw edible essence.

The clear plastic bottle looks more like a jar, the plump and rounded design looking more like a repurposed jar of bulk peanut butter or discount cheese puff. The white plastic lid does little to hide the terrible contents within, the clear walls emanating a bright colorful menagerie of light like a constantly shifting lantern of rainbow glows.

Edible Essence - Part One

Faint strands of moonlight slip through the clouded sky, illuminating the streets in a dim pale light. Pockets of mist filled air glow warmly around the street lamps, the soup-like haze blocking out the view of one street corner from the next.

I tug at my jacket as I shuffle down the street unsteadily, the thick fog making it hard to find my footing on the uneven footpath. The thin and cheap coat does little to keep out the cold, the empty street evidencing the effect of the sudden chill. Warm and comforting lights from within nearby buildings, the evening still young enough for those willing to brave the weather to get a drink or catch up with friends.

Pouting a little as I pass one of my favorite haunts I continue my dejected shuffling, the cheap two-minute cup noodles jostling in the flimsy bag in my hands as they bounce against my leg. Money had become tighter and tighter over the past few months, as it typically did over the holiday season, leading to a more quiet and dull life at home.

I'm snapped from my line of thought as I come face to face with a bus stop advertisement, a pained grimace spreading over my lips as I stumble before slamming into the plexiglass screen. The smiling face on the poster behind the graffitied pane does little to dull my frustration, my eyes darting over the advert I knew all too well at this point.

Two pictures rest side by side, both featuring the same young blonde woman. The left shows her with messy hair in her living room, her legs bent and apparently struggling to keep her chubby frame balanced as she stands on her tip toes. The right image shows the same woman, her build toned and slender, as she stands with perfect confidence in the center stage of a ballet recital. 

Based on her appearance it was doubtful even a year had passed between the two images, though the images could have merely be edited to appear closer together in time. Beneath there feet rests the company logo, accompanied by a website and phone number for inquiries.

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