World's Best Party Drug 3: Shania

By Janus Rain

Philip has made Trish into the ultimate girlfriend bimbo, sexually insatiable and with a body built for bedrooms. But it turns out her friend Shania has been getting alarming texts, and she came to investigate if Trish was alright. Philip needs to neutralize her, and he's only got one way to do it -- make her into a stoned bimbo too!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Janus Rain
• Release date: May 25, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005094966

Janus Rain

One day in a dark corner of California, a young man touched a magazine all about big tits, but what he didn't know was that it was radioactive! He was bestowed with the powers of writing smut, and now fights crime in the suburbs of Pornhub. Occasionally he takes commission work and publishes free stuff to his deivantart at crashoverrid.deviantart.com. Feel free to email me or tweet at me!

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World's Best Party Drug 3: Shania

by Janus Rain

Copyright 2022 Janus Rain

Philip thought that he had a drained dick, but he didn’t know anything before Trish 2.0. She was sexually insatiable, masturbating constantly and when not she would be playing with her body and talking about sex positions and things to roleplay, like a barbarian capturing the fairest maiden in the land. He managed to distract her by suggesting she look up more, and Trish then spent the next few hours looking up sex manuals and reading trashy erotica on her phone.

Philip rush-ordered a collection of sex toys and vibrators for her to play with. They arrived two days later and Trish instantly snatched the box up and walked into their room, free hand tugging at the plastic lining the cardboard seal.

He let out an exhale of relief, though his eyes traced her beautifully round and bouncy rump as it wiggled away. As much as he loved having a living blow up doll as a girlfriend, and how he couldn’t get over how perfect her tits and belly and face were, absence made the heart grow fonder. She was high energy and constantly chattering and bouncing and squealing about something, and Philip needed time away.

He started with a shower. No shower sex, no tit job, no anal, just getting clean and allowing his brain to process what was going on. Whatever his drug was, it was not some kind of medical or environmental miracle. It was clearly focused in its use; for women, and for fun times.

Philip did feel a little bad about the dubious consent under which he dosed Trish – the first time, I didn’t mean to the second time, that was an accident – but she seemed not to mind, judging by the constant buzzing and moaning coming through the