Brandon carefully measures out 188 mL of the pearly green fluid from the flask to the graduated cylinder. He moves slowly and deliberately, holding the flask with both hands and watching for even the smallest errant drip.
On the other side of the lab, Dr. Mark Kimball sits on a stool and carefully sifts through papers and manila folders.
“I have to say, guys. These results are amazing. The original formulation was pretty potent, but this stuff is next level. We’re seeing increases in pheromone responses of nearly 150% and the gene targeting is hitting nearly three times the markers. How are we doing on final phase testing? That’s the last thing holding us up from getting ExXxtra to market.”
Melissa looks down at the clipboard in her hand. “Well, I think this is about it, right?” She glances towards Brandon.
Sitting the Erlenmeyer flask down carefully, he nods. “Should be. Then it’s on to human trials. Unless we just want to skip that step for tradition?” He waggles his eyebrows knowingly.
The ragtag crew of three were considered to be medical renegades by most everyone, but the Sex Panther formula had made them millionaires many times over. It was really Dr. Kimball’s brain child. But after a falling out with his University over the taboo of “sex research”, he’d tested the product on himself with incredible success.
He’d sought out help to get the formula to market but only found two people with big enough axes to grind with the world that they’d be willing to work outside the accepted medical establishment. Thankfully, two was all he needed.
Brandon was a wunderkind. At 22, he still looked 17. Beanpole thin with the last vestiges of teen acne still dotting his face, no one would have ever accused him of being popular in high school. Thankfully for him, he mostly skipped high school. An IQ test at 13 showed that he was off the charts, and suddenly, the description of quiet and awkward shifted to genius. He had a PhD less than 5 years later and was interviewing with some of the biggest biggest pharma companies in the world when Mark scooped him up. Mark suspected he stuck around as much for the unlimited supply of Sex Panther as he did for the fame and fortune.
Melissa was an entirely different story. If her name was in the dictionary, it would be the definition for “fuck you for doubting me”. She’d come up through some of the most secretive brokerages on Wall Street. Places where fortunes were won and lost everyday and the idea of regulation or ethical dealings were laughed out the room. She’d made her millions well before Mark’s formula came along, but Sex Panther offered her something else.
She’d fought and scraped to be taken seriously by asshole men her entire life. They’re always looked down on her or laughed in her face, even when she was making money hand over fist in one of the most cutthroat businesses around. When she finally cashed out, she’d tried her hand at angel investing, but time and again, Silicon Valley bros took one look at her breasts and blonde hair and turned her down. Even with her bigger offers, they seemed to feel more comfortable with a grey haired white guy as their principal investor.
So at 50, with more money than she knew what to do with and no plan, she’d ended up in a airport bar. That’s where Mark found her. He’d just talked Brandon in to joining but lacked the funds to set up a quality lab. He was simply sharing his woes with an attractive woman at the bar when the fates aligned.
Two near bourbons later, Melissa found her investment and Mark found his backer. In less than 6 months, Sex Panther was selling as fast as they could produce it. Scaling the business fell entirely on Melissa’s plate, while Mark and Brandon worked on Sex Panther ExXxtra. The second (stronger) formulation was scheduled to drop just before their IPO, so the time table was both tight and fixed.
Mark gathers the tests results back into the folder and stands. “Ok, I’m going to go file this stuff away in the back. Brandon, be careful with that last run. Don’t want to have any mishaps. Melissa, I’ll see you in New York next week for the lawyer thing.”
They say their goodbyes and Mark pushes open the heavy door to the hall. It shuts with a hiss as the room repressurizes. Given the volatility of their product, they have to work in a sealed environment at all times.
Melissa looks over to Brandon, carefully measuring out samples in a machine. She does a quick mental calculation and determines the rough dollar value of the graduated cylinder. The answer is in the tens of thousands.
“Alright, I guess I’ll head out to. Brandon, always a pleasure.”
Melissa looks at him and is suddenly confused. He clearly didn’t hear her. His eyes dart around the work bench frantically, searching for something.
“Shit…shit, shit, shit.”
“Brandon, what is it.”
“I’m missing one. I’m missing a slide. There should be six. I’m counting 5.” He looks to the floor and his breath suddenly stops. Laying on the tile floor is a single glass slide. Green ooze drips down onto the tile floor.
“Shit, hit the button.” He turns towards her, frantic.
“What?”
“”Hit it. The… the button over there.” He points at a large red button mounted on the wall.
She leans over and presses it. The heavy plastic yields until something clicks. The room goes suddenly quiet as the air circulation cuts out, and red lights start to flash overhead.
“What just happened?” Melissa looks around. “What is this?”
Mark’s voice comes over the intercom. “Report?
Brandon, clearly still panicking, pulls his gloves off and steps away from the table. ”Um…we have a sample breach. Not much, but I’d just added the reagent to it for testing. Exposed like this, it’s probably aerosolized. I don’t feel anything yet, but we haven’t done human trials. We could be dosed and not know it.”
“Dosed?” Melissa shouts. “What do you mean dosed? With ExXxtra?!”
“Melissa, I need you to relax. Brandon’s clearly freaking out. I think you’re both ok, but I need you to move to the containment shower in the back of the room. I’m instituting a flush protocol that’s going to cycle and purify the air. I can get in there with a suit in maybe 5 minutes, but I need you both get into the shower right now.”
Melissa grabs Brandon by the the shirt and pulls him to the back of the room. She turns the knob in the shower. The first water out is brown and murky from sitting in the pipes for so long, but in seconds, it runs clear. She’s about to step in when Mark’s voice comes overhead again. “Clothes, guys. I can’t risk you having any on you and tracking it out of the lab.”
Melissa wishes she had someone to glare out, but obligingly, starts to strip out of her pant suit. It’s amazing how fast you can get undressed when your life’s on the line. In moments, she’s bare to the world (well, or at least to Brandon). He can’t help but stare. He’d always thought of her as an older women, but seeing her like this, he suddenly realizes how little of her looks had faded with age.
Melissa has to help Brandon strip, but soon, they’re both huddled into the tiny shower stall. Warm water cascades over them, and they awkwardly turn to avoid one another’s nakedness.
“Look, I’ll just stand this way, and you stand behind me. We’ll get through this.”
Brandon almost says, “Yes, Ma’am”, but catches himself at the last minute. Instead giving a soft, “ok.”
But under the warm water, huddled with his declining flaccid penis pressing into his coworker’s buttocks, something is decidedly not ok. His heart is racing with more than panic, and he can feel a warmth spreading inside him.
“Do…do you feel that?” he asks.
Melissa nods with annoyance. “Yeah, I feel it alright.” Brandon’s dick presses insistently against her ass, rising more with each moment.
“No, not that. Like, something more.”
Suddenly, she does feel it. There’s a feeling in the pit of her stomach that shouldn’t be there. Her nipples are hard and swollen. And the feeling of Brandon’s rising cock is sending flashes of insane ideas through her brain.
“We’re dosed.” She groans.
“It’s…uh. It’s gonna be ok.” Brandon stammers, trying to be comforting. By now his cock is at full attention, pressed against Melissa’s bare, wet skin. But they both notice that it’s still growing somehow. Fuller and fuller with each passing second.
Melissa feels a groan pass her lips, unconsciously.
“Brandon, what happens here, stays here got it?” her voice is stern and serious.
“Yes, Ma’am.” Brandon answers, unable to stop himself this time.
Melissa reaches back and grips the growing monster. Her fingers already won’t close around it, and if she wasn’t in the shower, there’d be obvious moisture dripping down her thigh. The drug was busy in their bloodstreams, no denying that now.
She leans forward against the shower wall, bracing herself with an elbow.
Brandon takes the cue and squats a little, allowing Melissa to guide his swollen cock to her opening. He pushes and feels the head of his member push into her warm wet tunnel.
“Jesus Fucking H. Christ.” Melissa grunts. It feels like a coke can going into her. And with the exuberance of the young, Brandon is already eager to go deeper.
She has to brace with both arms against the wall as Brandon grabs her hips. She can’t tell if he’s still growing, but every inch that enters her is more than she expected. Under the warm spray, he feeds more of himself inside. Over and over, until they’re both breathless animals, panting away with passion and need.
Melissa feels teeth bite into her shoulder and something like a growl escapes her throat. She can feel his groin pressing into her ass now, all of him inside. She pushes back, throwing off the timing of his thrusts with animal hunger but making clear her intention.
Brandon answers in kind, burying himself to the hilt and grinding away at full force. Withdrawing only inches before pushing back into her quivering body. Without the wall, they’d both have collapsed into a humping heap on the floor, but they stand together, moving as one gyrating beast, grunting and grinding as they near the inevitable end.
With screams, they erupt together. Melissa, impaling herself back onto the younger man’s cum shooting cock. Brandon, releasing his pent up load into the inner depths of his mate.
They stay like that for a while. Water still splashing over them. Hips still grinding with ghosts of release. Creamy liquid drips from the point of their union.
Finally, they hear someone clear their throat.
Mark stands less than a foot away, clad in a bright yellow hazmat suit and holding a sealed biohazard bag that contains the errant sample.
He looks mildly sheepish at their state, but holds up his hands in mock triumph. “Human trials! Yay!”
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/b453js/exxxposed_in_the_lab_mfdrug_enhanced_libidoshower
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