Jackson was at something of a crossroads. His five years of work on immunology research to treat food intolerances had resulted in an absolutely fascinating discovery – but which was absolutely useless in treating existing intolerances. Even worse, that bitch Tawny, who had a stranglehold on the grants, refused to give him money to continue his work, preferring to divert the money to her own area of interest.
“Five years and you’ve got nothing,” she told him, sneering. “The money could be better spent in our women’s studies faculty. Get out of my office.”
He did. Then he went back to his office and got some supplies and some plumbing equipment. By the end of the day, he’d installed a canister of his new discovery on the water supplies leading to Tawny’s house and office. For good measure, he snuck into her office while she was out, and added a dispenser to the water cooler there as well. Tawny would soon be drinking his interesting mixture in every cup of water.
The next week was hell for Tawny, as she began to discover her body reacting strangely to almost everything she ate. Lactose was the first and strongest problem – it made her lose control of her bladder, as she discovered humiliatingly when she wet herself while lecturing an entire class of girls on the inherent dignity of women. When it happened again on the way home, shortly after eating a cheese sandwich, she immediately cut lactose out of her diet.
But that wasn’t the end of it. Gluten was a problem, too. It made her whole body tingly and sensitive. Cloth felt intolerably itchy against her skin, and she couldn’t bear to be clothed. This intolerance took longer to develop, and at first it took several slices of bread to reach the point where she had to strip, but by the end of the week the smallest amount of gluten would leave her frantically peeling off her clothes to expose herself. She missed several days of work simply because she couldn’t bear to put on clothes after her morning cereal.
Sugar was a problem, too. She began to find that sugar made her horny – at first only a mild tingle in her pussy, but eventually a raging need to masturbate. She was particularly reluctant to admit to this, as she loved her sugary treats, but on the fourth day she couldn’t deny it. She had binged on ice cream out of misery at her second day of nudity and skipped work, and afterwards she had been so wet and so horny that she had ended up lying on her lounge room floor, legs spread, fucking herself with the thickest rolling pin she could find in the kitchen, crying because she couldn’t stop, because the rolling pin *hurt* but she needed it to hurt, because the front door and front windows were open and *anyone* could see her but she couldn’t bear to stop masturbating long enough to close them. She cut out sugar after that, but frustratingly discovered that fructose caused the same reaction as well.
It seemed like there was nothing she could eat. Nuts affected her vocal cords, leaving her unable to speak. Tomatoes made her tits swell and begin to express milk. Meat made her stupid and forgetful.
She booked appointments with several immunologists for help but none of them knew what was happening. Finally, in desperation, she turned to the one immunologist she knew who was doing cutting-edge research.
Jackson looked at Tawny. She was naked, masturbating, sobbing with tears. Milk was leaking from her swollen nude tits and she couldn’t talk. She hadn’t arrived like that, of course, but he had immediately told her he knew exactly what was wrong with her, but would refuse to fix it until she first ate the cheese and tomato sandwich he had prepared and the small scoop of almond ice-cream.
“Oh, Tawny,” he said, “you should have come to me sooner. You’re like this because of what I put in your drinking water… but after a couple of weeks, the changes become permanent, and you’ll have these intolerances now even if you never drink another drop from your home tap.”
She moaned in horror, still masturbating. Unable to speak, she looked at him in pleading desperation.
He walked towards her, put his hand on her exposed tit, tilted it upwards, and squeezed. Milk squirted from her nipple onto her face. She flinched, but kept masturbating.
“There’s an enzyme that treats the intolerances,” Jackson said, “but it has to be synthesised in the human body, whereupon it’s expelled with the bodily fluids. Only people who’ve had a very special treatment will synthesise the enzyme.” He looked at her and smiled, and then unbuttoned his pants and took out his cock. “Would you like a taste of the enzyme, Tawny?”
She moaned again, and looked at his erect dick. Slowly, wrinkling her nose, she leaned forward and began to suck on him. Almost instantly, her body relaxed. Something inside of her was telling her that his pre-cum was what she needed, that her body demanded it, that it tasted divine. She suckled eagerly on his cock.
He laughed, and slapped her face as she sucked, knowing that she couldn’t bear to stop sucking, and shortly thereafter he ejaculated into her mouth.
She swallowed gratefully, and pulled her head away. Already her throat was beginning to work properly. “Thank… thank you,” she said, in a raspy voice. Her body shook, with a powerful orgasm, and then to her relief she found she was able to stop rubbing her pussy.
“Don’t thank me yet,” he told her. “The enzyme only lasts for about six hours or so, after which the intolerances will return. What’s worse, once you’ve had it, if you don’t have it again within a week you won’t just have nasty side-effects from food, you’ll literally be unable to metabolise nutrition.”
Tawny squeaked in horror.
“So I’m going to be in charge of your diet from now on, Tawny,” he told her. “You’re going to have tomatoes three times a day, to keep those tits big and milky. No expressing your own milk, mind you – you’re to find someone to milk you, and it will happen in your office, with the door open, with you completely nude and on all fours.”
“We’re going to keep a supply of lollipops in your office drawer, to keep you nice and horny around the clock. Core meals will be meat and vegetables, because you’re more pleasant when you’re stupid. And you’ll have a big bottle of water and a slice of cheese before any event where you want people to like and respect you, so that they can have the fun of watching you wet yourself.”
She was starting to beg him to show mercy now, so he stuffed his cock back into her mouth to shut her up.
“Weekends you’ll have toast in the morning, and then drive to my house nude. Actually, have some nuts as well, so I don’t have to listen to your stupid voice. And then I’ll decide which bits of you I want to hurt, and which bits I want to fuck, and if you’re very good I’ll finish by cumming in your mouth and letting you digest food for another week…”
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