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Love Potion Number Unknown
Part One.


There's this girl at my school that I like a lot. It's her sweet smile that gets me every time. Her hair is blond and her eyes are blue as a cloudless
day. When Wanda walks into the room all the boys turn their heads, girls too. Wanda drives the boys wild. It must be the way her tight fitting sweater swells up top like a pair of traffic cones are somehow tucked in there. Wanda would be a cheerleader if she wanted to.

Amazingly, Wanda wasn't shacked up with one of the varsity football players. Neither was she going for joy rides in the cars of the richest
boys at the High School. The gorgeous fifteen year old sophomore could have a lineup of guys fawning over her, but she remained strangely aloof.
Lots of guys tried to be her boyfriend and she spurned all their advances. So I have a chance with her, right?

Yeah, right...I wasn't' that delusional. I knew Wanda wouldn't notice me, not in the way I'd like her to. My name is anonymous when it comes to
girls. I'm the invisible man. Actually, my name is Manster, Manster Bates. When the jocks or some other form of higher lifeform at the High School
makes fun of me, they often call me Master Bates. My father must have known what would happen, thinking that surviving being picked on will make his boy tougher and more resilient in the face of adversity. At least that is what I tell myself. However, being called Master Bates is somewhat fitting, as I do that a lot. Doesn't every sex deprived sixteen year old?

My fortunes changed when I noticed an old looking storefront on one of the few remaining wooden buildings in the downtown area. On a sign out
front is the word APOTHECARY. I logged into the internet on my phone to look up the word. It's a fancy phrased way of announcing the business is
a pharmacy, a drug store. I remembered my mom told me to pick up a bottle of Tylenol when I had the chance. Not having anything else to do at
the moment, I went inside the apothecary.

It wasn't like any drugstore I'd been in before. It wasn't brightly lit. It didn't have row after row of things locked up behind plastic barriers
to prevent shoplifting. Behind a large counter sat a large number of glass containers filled with powders of different shades of gray or brown,
even some yellowish powders. I looked around further and didn't see anyone else in the store. There was a quaint little silver Ding Ding bell
on the main counter which I pushed half a dozen times. Finally, a young woman appears from a back room. She was so hot in a cool way, with clothes that look like they came out of a movie about the hippie generation. That would make sense if the shop were run by an aging hippie who
is barely hanging onto their cool vibes due to being seventy-five years old. The employee who approached me couldn't have been older than me.

"How can I help you?" she asked.

The girl wore vintage style hippie clothes, but her makeup appeared to be Gothic influenced, with heavy black eyeliner and black lipstick.
The hair is long and straight and very black. Her name tag shows the name Miranda, and if she went to my school she must go there looking
like a completely different person. The mystery of her was alluring.

"Ah, I need something like Tylenol," I said. "My mom gets migraines sometimes."

"I do have regular Tylenol of course, but I suggest supplementing that with a natural pain remedy. We make a formula of Willow Bark and other herbs. It works better than just using Tylenol by itself. It's non habit forming."

What she said made a lot of sense, so I requested some capsules, twenty-five I think it was, of the pain remedy to take back home with me.
Miranda takes the top off of the glass container, and she digs out a scoop of the light brown powder. As the headache stuff is put into capsules
I browsed the shelves in the old fashioned drug store. The jars and glass cases contained an amazing array of formulas to help people with their ailments and other issues. Rheumatism Remover is written on one container. Gout Be Gone says another. I laughed out loud when I saw the jar labeled Male Enhancement. I was tempted to ask what was in the Enhancement formula. What made me freeze in my tracks was the next glass
container. Love Potion - Extra Strength.

"What the hell, a love potion? Holy batshit, that's amazing," I couldn't contain my surprise. My curiosity piqued; I turn toward the counter.
"How does this Love Potion work?"

Miranda takes the time to close up all the capsules she is making, places them into a regular pharmacy style orange prescription bottle, then
she looks up at me.

"It's very simple. All you do is get somebody to take it. Slip it into their drink. After a while you won't be able to keep her hands off of you,
or his hands if that turns your crankshaft. That stuff works equally well on both, or maybe I should say all sexes. Are you in the need for some
lovin...more than a spoonful? I've tried it myself. It most definitely is more powerful than Love Potion Number Nine."

[Jeepman89]

Great start. This looks quite intriguing.

[TeenFan]

Love Potion
Part Two.


The possibilities made my head spin. This small, hole in the wall, old fashioned drug store carries a Love Potion in a powder. All I had to
do was get somebody I was interested in to ingest some of it. I was tempted to buy some right away, but I stopped to think "How am I going
to get somebody to swallow a capsule of this stuff? I've never asked somebody to take drugs with me because I've never done any drugs...
believe it or not. Despite not having an answer to that perplexing problem, I asked for some capsules of Love Potion to be made, five capsules
in all at the steep price of five dollars per capsule, a lot of money for a guy who has a small allowance and earns a few buck mowing lawns.

"What kind of bottle do these things come in?" I asked Miranda as she prepared the powder and capsules.

"It won't say Love Potion on the bottle, if that is what you are afraid of. I know our customers want to be discreet. It will say PEP-X in large
letters, with the word BOOSTER in the small print. Make up your own story what it is if anyone asks. This really works best if you take
a pill at the same time the other person does. Then it's like fireworks."

I figured Miranda knows what she is doing. Guys must by this stuff all the time.

"How long will this Potion last?"

"It varies. Could be a couple hours. Maybe half a day. I've heard that some of our customers are very drowsy after this wears off. Like with
many pharmaceuticals, don't drive a car or handle machinery while you are on this. Okay, don't want you to end up in jail or the hospital."

I paid Miranda Thirty Dollars plus tax, thanked her kindly and left the apothecary.

As I walked home I thought about all the girls at school I might try the Love Potion on. There was a cute girl in my PE class. She didn't run
very fast or pass a basketball with any accuracy, but with how much her t-shirt jiggled I didn't care if my team won or not. Watching her was
better than winning some stupid game. I put Luanne on my list. It had to be a short list. I only had five pills to work with and I had to consider
I might be taking one myself.

Of course Wanda was at the top of my list. Numero Uno. Prime Number. I must devise a plan to get Wanda to take one of these capsules.
I thought of all sorts of plans, mostly dismissing each one shortly after coming up with it. They all seemed dumb and likely to fail.

I imagined going up to Wanda right after school. "You look tired, Wanda. Here, try one of these PEP-X pills. It will give you a Boost."
I could easily imagine getting her to take a Love Potion pill, but then how do I get her to go to where we can be at a good spot when the
sex drive kicks in? How do I convince her to walk into the woods with me? How do I get her into a motel room? I was completely stumped.

I get home and I'm still working on the problem. Going into the kitchen I plunk my backpack on the kitchen table. Taking out my books
I set them in front of the chair I usually use. I pull out of my pocket the paper bag containing the two small bottles I got from the drug store,
place the bag next to the books.

Suddenly my phone rings. I answer it and it's Bobby Brown, one of the guys down the street who sometimes asks me over for a game of basketball or sometimes video games. I know I have homework that needs doing, but my mom won't be home for a couple hours or so. I told Bobby
I'd be over soon and just as I was hanging up loud knocks sounded on the front door.

I rushed over to the door, and upon opening it I see Randall Star, a kid who lives a few houses down the street the other direction from Bobby's
house.

"Hey, what are you up to?" Randall asked me.

"I just got a call from Bobby. I was headed over to his house. Wanna join me?"

Randall said he'd accompany me over to Bobby's house. Now I was excited about this. Normally nobody shows up at my door, or calls me. It's
not like these guys are great friends. They're probably so bored that they needed to hang out with somebody, anybody, and my name came to
their minds. I didn't mind that at all. Jumping at the chance to improve relations with some of the other guys who live in my neighborhood I
locked the door and headed over to Bobby's house with Randall.

* * * * *

I was at Bobby's house a little longer than I planed. It was two and a half hours later when I got back home, the sun was starting to go down.
I hadn't done any of my homework or made any progress toward helping get dinner ready. Sometimes I make the easy stuff like macaroni and
cheese, or the tuna casserole mix out of a box with cans of tuna. You know, simple stuff.

I knew I was possibly in trouble when I saw mom's car in the driveway. "Dang it...why did I play that extra game of HORSE with those guys" I
muttered to myself.

Going into the house something was different. The stereo was on in the living room, playing some Caribbean salsa music. Going into the
kitchen I don't see my books on the table. Looking around the room I spot them, lying on a shelf next to the fancy looking but cheap nicknacks
on a display case. I picked up my books. Then I realized nothing I left on the table is there, and I sort of slammed the books down on the
kitchen table.

"Is there somebody there? Come this way. I'm in the bedroom."

It was my mom's voice. Going down the hall and stepping over to the bedroom doorway I see a sight I didn't expect. My mom is dressed in
some kind of slinky outfit. She must have dug something out at the back end of the closet. It hardly fit her now, but must have looked great
on her when she was fifteen years younger and forty pounds lighter. When I looked at her face I saw an abundance of makeup, something
I'd never seen before. Blue eyeshadow and bright red lipstick to match the rosy patches she painted on her cheeks, it almost made her look
like a clown.

My mom spins and twirls like a top when I step into the room. She rushes over to me, grabs me by my shoulders.

"Oh darling. I love it when I'm surprised in the middle of the night." She rubs my arms and I can smell perfume. I'm still confused, thinking
mom has a date and she's going out tonight, when suddenly she leans in and plants a sloppy kiss on my lips.

"Whoah, whoah...Hey what are - -"

My mom twists her body around, taking me along for the spin. She backs me up and when the back of my legs touch the bed my mom gives
me a little shove. I fall backward like a felled tree. My mind is still a land of confusion.

"What are you up to?"

I got no verbal answer. My mom unbuttons the front of her blouse, and she whips it off. Underneath she has on a bright red lace bra that is also
a size or two too small now for her current body configuration, and it's at that moment I had figured it all out.

My mom had taken a Love Potion pill.

[Jeepman89]

Yikes.....

[TeenFan]

Love Potion
Part Three.


I lay there on the bed in shock, in horror as I watched my mom shimmy out of her skirt like she's a stripper at a nightclub, showing she had
matching red lace panties to match her bra. I had never seen my mom wearing such undergarments before. Admittedly I had rarely seen my
mom even partially undressed. I might have been thrilled to witness such a performance if it was somebody other than my dear ol' momma.

"Mom. Stop. You don't know what you are doing!"

It's as if she didn't hear what I was saying, or maybe the words had no meaning to her. She looked at me, but my mom didn't seem to recognize
me. What she did see turned her on immensely.

I tried scooting up and off the bed. Get some distance between me and her, that was the only move I could come up with. Try to get up and
out of this bedroom. But just as I began to wiggle and scoot backwards, my mom pounces on me like a hungry cougar.
Rip, snap, snap, rip, go the buttons of my shirt. Hands are upon me, not just holding me down, but rubbing up and down my chest. I get an
even stronger whiff of perfume as my mom buries her head onto my stomach. She doused herself in her favorite scent, Miss Dior, but she used
way more than was needed. The aroma was cloyingly sweet, and not at all sensual.

I try to push her off, but she's heavier than I am. I'm sixteen and not a little wimp like I was a couple years ago, but I also don't want to strike
out and hurt her. I'm resisting, but not actually fighting back. I had to consider using all options when my mom slides her tongue across my ribs
and then bites the nipple on the right side of my chest.

"Ouch. Stop that. You took something that's making you go crazy. It's me, Manster."

My mom lifts her head, and she proves she can hear, but maybe not understand every word I'm saying.

"You're the sexiest thing I ever laid my tongue on, Mr. Manster. What a coincidence...I have a son named Manster. He's not a studmuffin like
you are. Now let's get these pants off."

I feel my mom's hand on the buckle of my belt. I grab her hands with mine but she slaps them away. In seconds my khaki pants are unbuckled
and unzipped. My mom rises up, her strong hands gripping my slacks around the knees and she yanks them down. If I had no shoes on my
khakis would be on the floor, but they end up bunched up around my ankles.

I roll over on the bed. Maybe I can roll over, or scoot my way to the other side of the Queen size bed. I get close to the other side and that is
as close as I get to breaking away when I feel fingers slip into the backside of my boxers.

"OH SHIT" I scream out as my underwear slides down my legs. I yelped when I felt lips pressing hard placed kisses on my bare ass. In a
desperation move, I grab one of the thick pillows at the head of the bed. Twisiting my body around, I whallop my mom across the head. She staggers back, looking shocked and angry. I hoped the smack to the face broke the spell, but my mom growled like a wounded animal. Her anger didn't last long. In a matter of seconds her demeanor changed back to a woman in the throes of passion.

"My dear sexy man. You sure like to play rough. Well, I can play rough too." With a shriek like a banshee my mom rushes forth, like she's
possessed of a demon. "I want your cock!" she screams.

I had been given enough time to re-cock my arm, and when my mom came at me again, I hit her a second time. This one stopped her aggressive
actions. My mom looked confused and bewildered. She put a hand up to her head.

"I got one of those migraine's again...oooh, my head hurts. I need to sit down."

I can see the spell is broken, at least for the moment. I hop off the bed, yanking up my boxers. As I pull my khaki's back up I tell mom I'm
going to get her a Tylenol. Rushing out of the room, I find the bottle of Tylenol next to the bottle of PEP-X capsules in the bathroom medicine
cabinet. My mom must have taken one of each when she came home. Finding a second pill bottle next to her usual headache medication, she
must have figured they were both for her.

What a FUCK-UP moment. I could have taken the time to hide the bottle in my room. I got so distracted when some friends asked me to play
basketball I completely forgot what needed to be done. I never claimed to be an Einstein and that proved it.

* * * * *

The next day my mom seemed a little groggy. After I gave her the Tylenol she appeared to be very drowsy and she went to sleep. My mom
must have been confused when she woke up the next morning wearing red laced underwear. She said she had a strange night. Complained of
having a weird...a super weird dream, but she didn't go into any details of what she remembered. I was glad of that, that she didn't mention
any specifics. I hoped she thought it was all a crazy dream, thinking she must have somehow gotten up in the night to dress herself in
sexy underwear she hadn't put on in years.

The side of her face was a little puffy. Damn...I had smacked her hard. But what choice did I have?

Back in my bedroom I take out the Love Potion bottle from its hiding place, tucked behind my games consol. I put the bottle in my school
backpack. Have to refocus my mind on my number one task, getting a girl at school to take one of these remaining capsules. I had to be
very careful. I'd seen how powerfully they effected the human mind. Whoever takes it can't help themselves, they go after the first person
they see when the LOVE takes control.

[tim409]

I am glad Manster stopped him mom from getting naked since sons should not see their mom, sisters or aunts nude. (I have no problem with girls seeing their dads, brothers, or uncles nude however as long as the girls stay dressed.)

Good job on the stories.

[TeenFan]

Love Potion Number Unknown

Are you in the need for some lovin...more than a spoonful? I've tried it myself. It most definitely is more powerful than Love Potion
Number Nine."

Those are the last sentences of Chapter 1. I was hoping one of the old timers in the reading audience would recognize the two old
music references. The Lovin Spoonful was a music band. "Love Potion Number 9" was a hit song by a different band.

The title of my story is influenced by the song.
The clerk in the drug store didn't give the Love formula a number, therefore it is number unknown.
Here is the song.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WAdX0iXyJOM

The basic story comes from a joke I heard many years ago, expanded with added characters.

[tim409]

I remember both those songs. I did think of Love Potion Number 9.

[TeenFan]

Love Potion
Part Four.


All throughout the school day I had a hard time focusing on listening to the teachers. The only thing I was truly interested in was in how to get one
of my targeted girls to take one of the Love capsules. What my main approach will be I was still having difficulty with. Making an approach, that
was my main hangup. I don't know how to approach girls. I get tongue tied when I try to say something to a pretty girl. I get awkward and shy. Someday, somewhere, an opportunity will arise. That is what kept my hopes alive.

The bell rang, ending fourth period, sending the students into the hallway to head to the cafeteria for lunch. At my locker, as I put my books
inside, fumbling around for my brown bag lunch, I grab the PEP-X bottle and I place it in my pants pocket. Brown paper lunch bag in hand, I walk
to the cafeteria. I sit down at a table, and as I unfold the top of the brown paper sack, two chairs are pulled out directly in front of me.
Carlos Correa and Bruce Flagg, two guys with such a reputation they were called the Gruesome Twosome, sit down and scoot themselves up to
the table.

"What do you have for lunch today?" Carlos asks me, as he opens up his pint sized container of chocolate milk. Both he and Bruce had a carton
of chocolate milk, probably purchased with money taken from a helpless freshman.

Carlos and Bruce are in their own version of the "Free Lunch" program. They've been taking my lunch from me for a couple years. Not everyday,
mind you, they had a group of kids they picked on. Maybe one day a week I got my sandwich swiped. My mom makes nice sandwiches.
Sometimes it's a ham n cheese sandwich, sometimes a pastrami with pickle and spicy mayonnaise. They seemed to instinctively know when I
had a quality sandwich they could split, forcing me to sit there and watch them eat it. Today's option is a chicken salad sandwich.

I'm all steamed up, watching the Gruesome Twosome each my lunch. I do have some money in my pocket. I can rush over to the vending
machine and get a pack of chips or something. As I stand up Bruce points to my slacks.

"What is that in your pocket?"

I look down, and I suck in my breath. Damn...Bruce is pointing to the pill bottle in my pocket. The bottle is big enough that it bulges out
and anybody up close can see it.

"No, not that. You can't have any of that. You won't like it. It's a supplement."

"Give me that bottle you punk," Carlos growls at me.

Reluctantly I take out the orange color prescription type bottle. Bruce snatches it out of my hand.

"What kind of supplement is this PEP-X?" Bruce demands to know.

At first I didn't want to say anything. Just keep my mouth shut and maybe Carlos and Bruce will hand the bottle back to me. I then think they
are more likely to open the bottle up and toss the capsules out on the floor. I could lose my whole investment, twenty five dollars down the
drain. I get a brilliant idea, an idea that could save some of my Love Potion and get some revenge at the same time.

"It's a male enhancement supplement," I tell them.

Both Bruce and Carlos laugh. Bruce pops the cap off, turns the bottle over and gets two capsules out. He hands the bottle back to
me. Bruce keeps one capsule, hands the other to his buddy.

"Male enhancement supplement? You mean this stuff makes your dick bigger?" Carlos says, looking closely at the capsule.

Bruce is not convinced, "I've seen you in the shower, Manster. You don't have a little dick. You really need this stuff?"

"You see...the stuff works. You said it yourself. I have a big one." It was a rare success, having Bruce admit to me I have a decently
endowed dick and didn't have a need for male enhancement.

I had seen Bruce in the shower as well. And while his ego and bullying skills are of significant size, his penis isn't. I had no real expectation
as to what would happen next, I hated to see my Love Potion capsule disappear, but I also had a hard time not laughing when Bruce popped
the capsule in his mouth.

Downing the Love Potion with a swallow of his chocolate milk, Bruce asks me "How long does it take for enhancement to happen?".

"I don't know for sure. The Drug Store clerk said it varies from person to person."

I smiled when Carlos takes the other capsule. Now it's true I don't know how long it takes for the effects of the Potion to kick in. I don't know
exactly when my mom got home from work yesterday, how much time elapsed between my mom taking the Potion and me walking into the
house. The only thing I do know is my mom was fully under the influence when I came home.

"See ya sucker," Bruce says as he stands up.

I can't help it; I'm grinning from ear to ear as I watch Carlos and Bruce walk out of the cafeteria. Sometime soon, definitely before the end
of the school day, the LOVE monster is going to take control of both members of the Gruesome Twosome. Hopefully Carlos and Bruce will
be looking at each other when the lustful compulsion takes over their minds.

[TeenFan]

Love Potion
Part Five


After lunch I went to my next class, which was PE. It just happens that Bruce, one of the guys who pestered me during the lunch break and ate
my sandwich also did his PE during 5th period. Bruce and his buddy in crime, Carlos, both unknowingly took a Love Potion capsule. As the
class divided up to play dodge ball, I keep a close eye on him. We are on opposite teams, and keeping an eye on Bruce I got hit by a ball early
in the game.

I didn't mind sitting out on the sidelines. I actually didn't want to be on the floor close to Bruce. Bruce Flagg is a ticking timebomb. At some
unknown moment the Potion will begin to have its effect. Bruce is a fairly good athlete, and he is quick as a cat, good at dodging the ball.
Bruce is one of the last guys standing on his team.

Bruce has the ball. He's getting ready to toss it at one of the guys on the opposing side. Suddenly he stops moving. The ball falls from his
hands to go rolling away from him. Sitting on the bleachers I sit up straighter. I look at my watch. It appears that thirty-five minutes has gone
by since Bruce swallowed the Love Potion capsule. Bruce slumps down to his knees, hands on head. He seems to be in pain. He's definitely
not acting normal, and the assistant coach runs over toward him. Checking up on Bruce is Agatha, a senior girl who has the official position of
Coach's assistant. Agatha is a tall girl, just not good enough to make the roster of the girls' basketball team.

Agatha kneels down in front of Bruce. I can barely hear what she is saying. She's asking if Bruce is okay.

Bruce looks up at Agatha. He has this look on his face like I've never seen on a guy before. Bruce has wild eyes. He looks like an uncaged
animal. Bruce reaches out and grabs Agatha. The senior girl tries to push him away. "Get off of me" I can hear Agatha shout. Other kids in
the class gather round. "Stop touching me" I hear next as I see Bruce clutching her t-shirt, pawing at her tits.

"I love you, Agatha," Bruce shouts as he tries to cover Agatha with his body.

Other guys figure out something is wrong, two of them grab Bruce to pull him off of Agatha. The girl squirms out from under him. She looks
a little shaken, a little shocked.

What happens next is even more shocking. Bruce pulls out of the grasp he is in. He shows an amazing amount of strength. Ripping his shirt
off, Bruce howls like a wolf. Right after that the shorts and underwear come sliding down the legs. He has to bend down to get them off
over his gym shoes. Bruce swings his boxers around his head like a helicopter blade, growling like a madman. The other kids back away from
Bruce and I can see he has gotten an erection.

Bruce's dick is probably only five inches long with a thick tuft of hair, making him look sort of small from a distance. Despite its less than
monstrous size, it must have been a scary sight to those up close. Agatha, sitting on the wooden floor, stares at Bruce. She is unable to move,
transfixed at the sight of a raving lunatic with a hardon.

"Agatha...I loooove you," Bruce says, then he gets down on all fours. Slowly, like a wolf on the prowl, he creeps closer.
"You're gonna be my bitch baaaaby."

Agatha screams. Finally she realizes she must get up and run. Running for the exit Bruce gives chase. He chases her out the door and into
the sunlight outside the gym. I join my classmates in following.

Agatha runs directly toward the designated outdoor smoking section set aside for the few teachers who smoke cigarrettes. Two teachers, one
male and one female, are in the designated zone when Agatha runs up to them seeking protection. Bruce runs up shortly after. The two teachers have their hands full as they are forced to restrain Bruce. The crowd laughs, me along with them, as Bruce is dragged off to the principal's office, squirming and fighting every step of the way. A disheveled and trembling Agatha follows behind the teachers.

As the crowd disperses to go back to the gym, I stand there triumphantly. Bruce is going to get some major form of punishment for his
outrageous acts in the gym. As I walk back toward the gym, I wonder what might be happening with Carlos.