I just don’t have the time to properly relax.”“Well, when’s the last time you got laid?”“Ha. God knows. Without a girlfriend you don't get...a lot of action thanks to leaving places pretty much as soon as you get there.”“Dude, you haven’t been laid since you got here?” He asked shocked.“No. I’ve not had the chance.”“How? Hasn’t anyone told you?”“Told me what?”“Dude. Everyone here pretty much just fucks each other.”“What?”“We all just have sex with each other. Well, most of us anyway. I haven’t. "Jill nodded. "You're right about people needing to be pointed in the right direction. There's so many pages I'm expected to write and so much stuff to cover. It's extremely daunting to be honest." What are you writing about anyway?" the professor inquired. "Have you started doing research?" "It's kind of hard to explain because I haven't narrowed down a specific topic, but I'm writing about the female body and its role in society. You know, the sexual objectification of women, and how modern. This had required Ted to be at church since 8 AM that morning, as he was the only person there with keys and the alarm code. Emily had accompanied him and stayed all day as well, doing odd jobs in Ted’s office as well as going into the fellowship hall to help out. The last people left around 4 that afternoon. Ted went into his office, where Emily was happily re-organizing his filing system. She had deemed it ‘atrocious’ and had been working on it for a few days now. Ted was perfectly happy with. They were unaware that some of their heightened senses were chemically induced and that it was altering their bodies at the same time. A little cocaine, some animal hormones, and some pharmaceuticals yet to be declared safe for human use (except in drug trials) were working wonders inside their bodies. Soon their breasts would be producing milk and the aroused and hard nipples would be mostly permanent. That dripping wet cunt would be normal. And their need to be fucked, to suck, and to perform.