Johnny Test Porn Story: Johnny Testosterone – Chapter 2,

Interlude 1: Double Team

“Ah, that was good,” Johhny sighed, as he pulled out of his thoroughly violated sister and carefully zipped his pants over his slightly softened member. Mary groaned in protest as she felt the emptiness.

“Sorry Sis but I gotta go. By the way, you got anymore of that hormone junk? I’ll need a little help if I’m going to get through all the women of Porkbelly and track down Susan.” Johnny said.

“I think there’s another bottle on top of the workbench,” Mary said dreamily, her mind still fogged over from the several hours of intense sex. “Hmm, promise you’ll come back when the feeling returns to my lower body OK Johnny?” She added, as Johnny located the glowing beaker.

“Oh you can count on it sis,” Johnny said on his way out.

Meanwhile outside the lab…

“You know he’s been gone a long time and the fact that no atomic monsters or explosions have come out of the lab is odd” Dukey said to himself as he knocked lightly on the steel door of Susan and Mary’s lab. “Hey is everybody still alive in there?”

Slowly the steel door slid open to reveal… Johnny, just plain old Johnny, his hands clasped behind his back.

“Hey Dukey I was just about to go look for you,” He said before pulling the object he’d had hidden behing his back out. “Here drink this,” He said offering Dukey the mysterious vial.

“You disappear into Susan and Mary’s lab for six hours and you expect me to drink from a strange glowing beaker?” Dukey said, eyeing the bubbling brew suspiciously.

“It’s steaK flavored,” Johnny said shaking the open container under Dukey’s nose, causing the contents to slosh inside. Dukey was positive that it was some kind of trick, but he reasoned, he kind of deserved it for bailing on Johnny, so he sniffed at the vial and had to admit that he could smell the meaty aroma of T-Bone steak.

“Yeah OK Johnny, but if you spit in this I’m gonna eat four super bean burritos before bed,” Dukey replied. Grinning he grabbed the vial and poured the contents into his mouth. Johnny chuckled evily as Dukey polished off the bottle. Rubbing a steak on the beaker had worked like a charm and now he had a partner in crime.

“Ugh! Gross! Did I say four burritos ’cause I meant twelve and…” he trailed off as the concoction’s effects kicked in, rapidly his member grew out of it’s sheath to jutt proudly from his legs, slightly longer and thicker than Johnny’s. Drool began to slide from his mouth, as his senses opened up, giving him an unerring sense of every female within three miles.

“You know your mom’s downstairs working,” Dukey said his voice husky with barely controlled lust.

“Race ya!” Johnny said, bounding down the stairs, with Dukey hot on his heels.