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  Anna’s Formula

  An Erotic Transformation

  By

  Carlo Thicke

  Copyright © 2016

  Contention City Publishing

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  Introduction

  At Contention City, we are dedicated to stories that have erotica as their primary focus, but still treat the relationships and characters, however ridiculous they may be, as real characters with real (if simplified) psychologies. The plumber that comes to check the porn star’s pipes had some kind of day that would leave him open to a sexual encounter. That’s what you all thought when you watched porn, right?

  This novella was originally conceptualized on a message board. I was encouraged to publish it by those there, and provided with many resources. As awful as the Internet may seem on some days, there are also many who will help you for no benefit to themselves. When you’re on the internet and see something good, please take the time to support what you see. It can make a difference.

  Table of Contents

  Introduction

  Table of Contents

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3.

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  End Note

  About The Author

  About The Cover

  Prologue

  It's hard to believe now, looking at me and how I live, but it wasn't that long ago that I was just a regular college student. Yep, just a regular guy. A little quiet, a little boring, even.

  I came to State because I got a good scholarship - worked hard for it, too. I wasn't super-smart or anything, but my mom and dad kept to a pretty strict schedule to keep food on the table and I guess I picked up some good time management skills from them. How's that for a romantic lead - I've got time management skills, ladies!

  Romantically I was fine, but no great shakes. A little on the skinny side, tall. I had a steady girlfriend in high school who said I had amazing eyes, but she went to a college on the other side of the world and we couldn't make it work. I had sex a couple of times during high school but just in the normal teenaged way - fumbling, freaked out, not so great.

  Because of my scholarship and my family's help I was able to get a nice apartment off campus, but my roommate got put on academic probation and his parents told him to move into the dorms and stop partying. That made it hard keeping up with the payments and I was seriously considering moving into the dorm myself the next year. I didn't want to keep asking my parents for money - they were willing but they still had my brother and sister to support.

  Over the summer I got a part-time job at a bookstore and made friends with a graduate student named Mike Wong. Mike was really smart; he was working on his Ph.D. in mathematics. We hit it off because we both liked the same video games and kicked each other's ass online regularly. I appreciated that he was brilliant but not uptight about it. He never lorded it over me or made me feel stupid, though he definitely could have.

  One afternoon at the bookstore he came in and took me aside. "Hey man, I hear you're looking for a roommate."

  "Well, sort of." I said. "The apartment's not huge, but the money's tight and I'm not really looking forward to dorm life. I think we could make it work if you're interested."

  "No, not me." Mike said. "My cousin Anna just got accepted here and she needs a place."

  I didn't know what to say. I'd had some guy friends that had roomed with women and it had worked - other times someone had gotten drunk and made a pass and it blew up. I didn't even know this girl; she was a stranger. Mike could see my expression.

  "Look," Mike says. "She's young; she skipped grades and finished high school early. She won't even be 18 until winter break. If she rooms in a dorm some smooth talking asshole is going to be in her pants in an hour. She's kind of...sheltered. I know you're trustworthy."

  I was flattered that Mike trusted me like this. "I don't know, Mike, living with someone is hard even if they're cool."

  "Not for her. All she does is study. She's the smart one in the family." he said, grinning. It was clearly a Wong family joke.

  "Smarter than a math Ph.D. at age 22?" I laughed.

  He stopped laughing. "Dude...in all seriousness, no joke, real talk. She's way beyond me. Her classes just have to catch her up to her mind. We're talking serious supergenius level. But, you know, there are people who pick on people like that in high school. Even here in college, at least until people see how amazing she is, she's going to need a friend."

  I thought Mike was just exaggerating to build up his cousin, or was being modest. "Well, I'd like to meet her first. Maybe you and she can come over and check out the place, we can have dinner and play some Wii games or something."

  "That would be awesome." Mike said, but he said it like he was the one doing me a favor. "I appreciate it."

  So I met Anna that night. I know this is even harder to believe than the start of this story, but at age seventeen and 9 months, Anna Wong was pretty average. She looked – how should I put it without sounding racist – “more Chinese” than Mike (whose mother was "purebred white trash" he told me proudly one time.) Anna’s skin was darker, her hair very dark, pure black, and needed brushing. It was clear that her teenaged acne hadn't completely cleared up. She had thick glasses on and seemed very self-conscious to meet me.

  Nevertheless, she was slender, her voice was very clear and cool, collected. Her lips were full and teeth straight and white. She had a lot of good features. Though she wasn't my type, I had seen State pull a lot of people who were more shy than Anna out of their shells.

  When we started talking it was clear that Mike's estimation of her intelligence might not have been exaggerated much. I told her I was tentatively working on a sociology degree and almost immediately we were talking about some recently published findings a professor had talked to my 200-level class about. She seemed to instinctively hone in on what made the subject interesting and before long we were talking about different social pressures and theories of how scientists should model them.

  First, it was clear this high school grad had "casually" picked up far more than I had after I had a year of specialized college classes, and second, it was obvious that she really enjoyed exploring the knowledge she had with others.

  What's more, over dinner, she and Mike discussed his mathematics work at an even higher level! She was able to hold her own with a guy who was about to get a Ph.D. in...wait, hold on a sec. He sent her a copy of his bound dissertation, let me see if I can find it. "Dynamics of Central Limit Theorems in Littlewood-Paley Calculus." Hell, I couldn't understand a word of it, but she seemed to grasp it all, even maybe understand some of it better than him!

  When she went to the bathroom, I said, "Jesus, Mike, you weren't kidding. She really is a genius."

  "It's no joke, man." Mike said. "But...like I say, she's vulnerable. She's something special and someone is going to take advantage of her if there's not someone looking out for her. I've got a fellowship in Italy next year and I really need to take the opportunity. I want to know if I can count on you."

  "Absolutely, man." I said. "Absolutely."

  The fact was, I really liked her. Not in a sexual or romantic way - again, I know, that's hard to believe now - but she really wasn't my "type."

  I guess I'll have to get into it eventually, so I better get over being reticent about sex talk. As of right now I won't hold anything back. That's a promise. I love big boobs and big asses. I was even willing to pursue girls t
hat other guys considered "fat" if they were well-rounded in the places I liked, though the more hourglass shaped, the better. Probably due to all the comic books and video games I consumed growing up. Whatever, I know the studies don’t really bear that out but that's my theory.

  The point is that a slender Asian girl with no breasts to speak of was pretty much safe from me romantically and Mike knew it once he got a load of Jenny O'Keefe. Jenny was my summer hookup, and she had dropped by the bookstore one time. Uhh...yes, that Jennifer O'Keefe. We'll talk about that later.

  No, the reason I really wanted Anna as a roommate was that I knew that conversation with her would always be really interesting. I knew that college was going to be good to her. The new freedom to stretch her powerful intellectual muscles was going to change everything for her. I just didn't realize how much it would change for me - and the world - too.

  Chapter 1

  Jenny O'Keefe was a summer hookup. Actually, my first ever summer hookup. I was pretty sure I wasn't her first summer hookup. Maybe not even that summer's first summer hookup.

  There were guys at school who called her slutty. I always figured guys like that were morons. Nobody ever called a guy who had "too much" sex a slut. They just high-fived him. And it wasn't completely sexual, at least not on my side. I thought she was hilarious and fun to hang out with, you never knew what she was going to suggest next. She was a blonde, and her hair got lighter in the summer when she spent a lot of time at the pool. Nice big C-cup breasts and a full butt. She was strong but not super athletic, with a soft belly and thighs. She loved to fuck right after swimming in the apartment complex pool, I remember the smell of the chlorinated water in her damp hair falling all around her head onto my face as she rode astride me in my bed.

  It was a sexual awakening for me that summer. She showed me a lot of things I hadn't really known about before - oral sex, proper foreplay, taking my time, and how to do it in the front seat of a stick-shift car. (I hadn't actually thought it was possible.) She said I was good because I was patient.

  "But you have an aggressive side." she lazily said, cuddled up with me after one long session. "I love it when you get really close because it's like...you start feeling like oh maaaaan, I deserve to cum. You deserve to fuck me. And you're gonna do it. When I see those baby blues light up like an animal, I'm like...oooooh shiiiiit. Here we go. I start screaming for every inch of that beautiful dick and I just can't stop." I don't remember if I demurred. Maybe I didn't. She might have kissed me at the end of saying that to keep me from saying something dumb and modest to ruin it.

  When school started again, Jenny said she was going to see someone else. It hurt more than I thought it might. I saw her with the guy - a big-muscled football jock with a brand new car. Everyone said the guy had a 10-inch cock. How could I compete with that?

  I ended up moping around the apartment in a funk for several days, only leaving to go to class. I called in sick to work and just played video games and vegged out on the sofa. It probably seems stupid that I would react to ending a summer fling like that. All my friends tried to cheer me up, but they tried by tearing her down, texting me stuff like "she's just a dumb slut". That just made me feel worse - first, I didn't agree with that stuff, and second, even if I convinced myself they were right, then I was having feelings for 'a dumb slut'. Sometimes friends can be really cruel to each other without meaning to.

  For a while I was just as unsociable as Anna was.

  Mike was right about Anna - she didn't do anything but study. She went to her extremely advanced classes, ate in the apartment, normally microwaved food. It was fun to talk to her, but I couldn't comprehend most of what she was working on - biology and chemistry. She hadn't made many friends after a few weeks, except maybe me. Jenny had teased her a little when she was coming over, but I thought at the time that Anna must have seen it was good-natured.

  Now the conversation that changed everything...I'm not going to pretend I remember it clearly, because even now I don't. I thought it was just a regular conversation that took an odd turn. I was sitting on the couch working my way through a video game - single player, I definitely couldn't face the trash talk of an online game at that point. I became aware Anna was standing there near me.

  "Hey, Carl." she said.

  "Hey." I said sullenly.

  "You're...pretty broken up over Jenny." she said, awkwardly.

  I don't think I said anything, I think I just shrugged.

  The silence continued awkwardly until suddenly my video game paused. I looked down at my controller but I hadn't hit anything. I looked up and saw Anna aiming a weird-looking remote at the video game console.

  I guess I should mention that Anna had a lot of projects going on in her room. She said not to mess with them, which was fine, I didn't understand them anyway. Every so often she would bring one out to the kitchenette or the living room to work on and it was incomprehensible computer parts or weird electronics. She had some chemistry and biology stuff in there too, I could hear this little centrifuge whizzing away some nights at three or four in the morning, and sometimes she would dump some kind of nostril-scorching glop down the garbage disposal.

  So somehow she'd put together a remote that could send video game controller signals to the console. Kind of a cool little gizmo, I hadn't known she was even working on it. I think I said something like "Wow, that's neat."

  "That's the first thing you've taken an interest in for the last week." she said, tossing it onto the coffee table casually and flopping onto the couch next to me, gracelessly.

  "I don't really want to talk about it."

  "Carl...I...I don't want to see you sad like this. You've been really great to me." She awkwardly put her hand on my knee. Then...it slid higher. Oh shit, I thought. A pass.

  Now, believe it or not, I turned down Anna Wong that night. I know it seems insane to say that, but that night, I turned her down.

  I took her hand and moved it off my knee, but kept her hand in mine. "Anna, look. I don't see you that way. I appreciate that you're trying to help me feel better, I do. But I really need you as a friend right now, not...in that way."

  "If it's because of Mike..." she began.

  "No, Anna, really."

  "You like girls like Jenny." she said, half accusing and half joining me in my depression.

  "I really did." I said. See, I didn't quite catch that she was comparing herself to Jenny. I thought she was still trying to console me. "I liked...everything about her."

  "I could hear the two of you having sex." she said. "Even though my bedroom was on the other side of the apartment."

  I must have blushed. I stammered, "I'm, I'm sorry Anna, you should have said someth..."

  "No, it's fine." Anna said. "It's okay. I mean...it didn't bother me. I didn't see you like that until I heard....heard what she was experiencing..." Her dark eyes were turned on me with an expression I'd never seen but would later come to know as her most intense, fervent curiosity. Her insatiable mind was prying into the secrets of what Jenny and I did with our door closed, what Jenny's yelps and cried-out demands meant. "She was really...pretty." she finally concluded.

  "Yeah," I said, again lost in my own funk. "Well...she's with someone else now."

  "You'll find someone else. Someone better than Jenny." she said intently. "Better in every way. In every possible way that matters, better than Jenny O'Keefe ever could be."

  "...thanks, Anna, that's not really what I want to hear."

  She embraced me, wrapped her hands around my head, leaning me against her flat chest. It didn't feel sexual to me, just heartfelt. I appreciated the hug a great deal, held onto it a long time. "...thanks, Anna." I finally said. "I really needed that. I'm glad to be your friend. You'll find someone too."

  She smiled mysteriously. "Oh, yes." she said. "Definitely. Now...can we play some co-op? I'm so bored listening to you try to rack up an A+ on this level over and over."

  It was the first good time I had since Jenny and I
broke up, and it pulled me out of my nosedive. In a couple of weeks, I was back to normal. I even met up with Jenny on campus and we had a few chuckles. In the end, I've gotta say, I'm still grateful to Jenny. Any skill I have in the bedroom I probably started developing with her. And with what happened later, well...we both came out of that summer fling okay.

  But while I was getting back to normal, what I didn't quite notice was that Anna was bringing more and more lab equipment into the apartment. As I was getting back to normal, Anna was looking for a new normal.

  Chapter 2

  The first sign I got that something was up was that I started to see some weird achievements popping up on the video game console. We had different accounts, and she didn't actually play that much, but I saw a weird Platinum Award on her account login screen one morning, for Quantum Puzzler. Don't get me wrong, she was hell on wheels on puzzle games, but Quantum Puzzler used some kind of weird algorithm to generate its puzzles and it supposedly could make puzzles so bizarre that even a supercomputer couldn't crack them. NSA cryptography type puzzles. I asked her about it at breakfast.

  "Oh yeah, I killed it last night." she said somewhat absently, thinking of something else. "Did you see the percentage on it? Only 4 other people in the world got that achievement. I'm pretty sure all of them got it tool-assisted."

  I must have looked confused. She explained: "I mean they wrote a computer program to get that far. They cheated. I did it myself." She focused her dark eyes on me for the first time in the conversation.

  "I thought you were stuck on level 762."

  "I was." she said, then grinned almost aggressively. Her smile was still the best thing about her. "I got better."

  I laughed, thinking she was joking. "I wish I could get better. This statistics midterm that's coming up...it's really killing me." Statistics was the bane of every sociology student. Those that were good at math were attracted to engineering or physical science more than social science and so a lot of sociology majors bombed out at the statistics requirement. I was determined to not only pass but get a high grade and keep my academic scholarship. Not to mention if I wanted to make it in the field I really had to understand statistical methods! But the concepts were more advanced than anything I'd gotten in high school.