Laboratory Love

by Chrystal Wynd

  "Good evening," I said, trying to sound as professional and distant as possible, and not at all like my mouth and sex were lubricating uncontrollably.

  He moved closer, his scent flowing over me, filling my lungs. My knees weakened. Damn that man. He was unbearably sexy under the best of times and now my out-of-control hormones were making him nearly irresistible.

  He peered at me. At my lips.

  "How are you feeling?" he said. It sounded neutral. i couldn't tell if it was true concern or not.

  “Better,” I said. “Mostly. My, um, lips are a bit swollen from the bug…”

  “A little?!”

  “…but I’m definitely feeling better,” I said, ignoring his interruption. “In fact, I felt so bad about leaving early, I came in to make up for the lost time.”

  “And to get that color reproduced, right?” he said. “Which I notice you’re still wearing. Or did you re-apply it?”

  I sighed and shook my head. “No, I didn’t re-apply it. I’m testing it for longevity, okay?”

  Simon rolled his eyes. “Fine, Corine. Whatever you say. So how about we get started?”

  “Fine,” I said. I didn't like his tone, so I snatched his mug, took a deep swallow of the coffee and handed it back to him. That would show him. “Here’s your coffee back.”

  He looked at me with upraised eyebrows. Then he handed me back the mug.

  “No, thank you,” he said. “If you’re sick, it’s probably not a good idea for me to drink from a cup you just drank from.”

  Oops. What the hell had I just been thinking?!

  “Umm…good point. I do feel better now, though…”

  He turned and walked away from me.

  I sighed and barely resisted the temptation to slap myself. What the hell was wrong with me? I was going to have to be less abrasive with Simon. He was trying to help.

  I finished the coffee and tossed the empty mug in the trash. Then I walked over to Simon.

  “Sorry about that,” I said, blushing. “Again.”

  “It’s fine,” he said. “Just try to relax, okay?”

  I nodded, trying not to press against him. I was glad he had decided to help me reproduce this color. Not that I was sure we could do it without using chrystalmic, of course, but my chances were better with Simon there. He was a brilliant chemist. His presence, though, was going to interfere with my research into getting this lipstick off.

  “And I'll leave your coffee alone from now on,” I said. "I promise."

  Simon laughed, thank goodness.

  “Not a big deal,” he said. Then he went back to his workstation. And it took everything I had not to follow him, because his masculine scent was absolutely overwhelming me.

  I closed my eyes and forced my feet to move. I didn’t know what to do. I was so aroused. I knew…I just knew…that Simon somehow was the answer. Or at least a bridge. I don’t know how I knew. I just knew.

  I could tell by his scent. Oh, goodness, that scent. My belly muscles twitched just thinking about it. Thinking about what I had to do.

  I tried throwing myself into my work, but I was far too distracted. Simon's scent lingered everywhere. The lightest pressure on my lips made me shudder in heat and need. Pressing my knees together didn't help.

  I knew what I had to do, what I was going to do. I just couldn't admit to myself.

  Finally he walked too close to me once too many times. His scent flowed over me and my mouth watered. I closed my eyes and resisted.

  I lasted three seconds. Then I gave up and walked in Simon’s direction. I had to do it. I couldn’t think about anything else. I was just going to have to do it and deal with the repercussions later.

  He was pouring chemicals from one beaker to another when I got to his workstation.

  “Simon?” I said, looking up into his face. I so wanted to brush those shaggy locks away from his eyes.

  “Yes, Corine?” he said, his attention still on the beakers.

  His scent. Masculine. Heady. My knees weakened. I pressed my thighs together.

  “Could I show you something in the break room?”

  ToC

  Chapter 4

  Simon looked at me oddly. “You can't show me here? Why the break room?”

  Because the break room doesn’t have video cameras stationed in every corner like the lab does. “I’ll explain it when we get there,” I said, turning toward the little room we used for coffee and breaks.

  Please please please let him follow me.

  I made my way to the break room, heart pounding in tune with my steps. This had to work. This had to.

  I stepped into the room. It was small, but large enough to hold a table in the center of the room. The counter along the back wall held a coffee pot and a microwave.

  Simon entered behind me. Even without hearing him, without seeing him, I knew he was behind me. I could smell him.

  “Okay,” said Simon, “I’m here. What’s up?”

  My heart was racing. I was no good at this kind of stuff. But I needed it so bad.

  I took him by the lapels of his lab coat and pulled him to one of the chairs. Then I pushed him down into the seat, still holding his lapels, my face inches from his.

  Simon…smart, confident, almost but not quite arrogant…actually looked flummoxed.

  “Corine…” he started, but I stopped him with a kiss. Brief, but I nearly came. Then I dropped to my knees and pushed his legs apart.

  My hands looked foreign to me as my fingers undid his belt and drew down his zipper. They still looked strange to me as they pulled his pants and underwear down to his ankles.

  His scent rolled over me, filled my lungs, filled me. I closed my eyes and inhaled. My lips throbbed. I slid the tip of my tongue across my upper lip and moaned.

  “Corine, we can’t…” said Simon, but I ignored him. I concentrated instead on his cock.

  The state I was in, it wouldn’t have mattered what kind of dick he had, but Simon was packing some serious meat for a chemist. For any profession, for that matter. It was a spectacular cock.

  I reached forward and wrapped my fingers around it. It had heft. Serious heft. Then I lifted it and ran my tongue along the underside from base to tip.

  He shuddered. I moaned. I did it again. His cock grew into a rigid bar of steel in moments.

  I felt his hands on my shoulder, applying pressure, trying to push me away. “Corine…we can’t…we work together…”

  I reached up and grabbed his wrists, pulled his hands to my tits. “I know,” I said, looking up at him, my eyes round and begging. “I’m not asking you to marry me. Just let me have this one thing. This one time.”

  I could see he was still agonizing over it and I couldn’t afford to have him say no, so I solved his dilemma for him. I shifted slightly, leaned down and slid my warm, wet mouth over his dick.

  My hips rolled as my whole body responded to that cock…Simon’s cock…in my mouth. My nipples were rigid inside my bra. I had the fingers of one of my hands wrapped around the base of his dick, my other hand on his thigh. My knees were uncomfortably pressed against the hard floor, but the discomfort wasn’t really registering. My whole being focused on the cock in my mouth.

  Simon probably didn’t know anything beyond the fact that his dick was in a girl’s mouth. But that dick in my mouth was the most incredible sensation of my life.

  I didn’t just taste his cock. I inhaled his cock, its life-giving essence, its power. My head was swimming from the heady sensations. And then I wrapped my lips even tighter around that shaft and slowly took that rod into my mouth.

  My vision blurred from the overwhelming sensations, the rush of heat and need. My belly muscles jumped like crazy. I couldn’t put it off any more. With a bob of my head and then another bob, I began blowing Simon in the break room.

  With my swollen bright-red lips sliding over his cock, I could already taste his pre-cum. And the taste of that pre-cum was enough to make me moan again. I stroked the base of his dick
with my hand as my mouth worked his thick shaft. My other hand cupped his heavy balls.

  His hands were in my hair and I knew he was only seconds from coming. My warm, wet mouth stroked over his thickness, instinctively working his meat. The sensations from my lips sliding over his rigid shaft had already wiped out any conscious thought on my part and I was simply a helplessly needy slut sucking a dick like my life depended on it.

  Simon was groaning, his fingers clenching my hair. His balls, so heavy and full, shifted in my hand. His cock hardened even more, now a bar of steel in my mouth. And then my eyes widened as that heavy, rock-hard cock exploded in my mouth.

  Thick, heated torrents of cum filled my mouth. I swallowed the semen as fast as I could, desperately trying to keep up with the flood. I was vaguely aware of Simon’s groans, his fingers clutching my hair, keeping his cock jammed in my mouth.

  He just kept coming. His semen pulsed into my mouth again and then again as I swallowed almost every drop, with only a little dribbling between my lips and down over my chin.

  And finally the sensation of my swollen lips stroking his cock, my belly filling with his cum, his explosion into my mouth triggered my release. My most incredible release ever.

  Wave after wave of paralytic pleasure swept over me. I moaned around Simon’s cock, unable to stop the storm, helplessly exploding with a dick in my mouth. I rode the explosion of heat and sensation for what felt like hours, muscles locked, helpless. There was a pause and then another stunning wave of release washed over me, then another and yet another. The onslaught of heat and overstimulation numbed my conscious thought until at last, the final vestiges of my overbearing arousal finally draining away, I dropped down, too exhausted to even take my mouth off Simon’s softening cock.

  We stayed like that for several minutes, not speaking, just rebuilding our strength. Finally he shifted slightly and I sat up.

  And for the first time since I had put on the lipstick, I could think straight. I had no idea how long it would last, but the overwhelming arousal was muted enough for me to concentrate.

  “I was right,” I muttered, slowly getting to my feet. My cheeks burned with embarrassment. My knees were sore.

  Simon leaned over and pulled up his pants. “You were?”

  “Yes,” I said. “I told you I needed it. I was right. Now I can work.”

  “I’m glad it helped,” he said, “but you do understand that we can’t…we can’t do this again, right? I mean, we work together.”

  I held up a hand to stop him. “Yes, I get it. Trust me, I get it. One-time deal. I got it.”

  Then I blinked and leaned on a chair, suddenly slightly woozy. Simon put out a hand to steady me.

  “I’m all right!” I said. “I’m fine. Just suddenly really tired. Let me put my head down for a few minutes and I’ll be good to go.”

  Simon looked concerned- and I admit it was nice having him fuss over me- but I pointed out I had good reason to be tired and I just needed to be left alone for a few minutes to rest.

  He didn’t look happy, but he agreed to wake me up in thirty minutes. He went back into the lab.

  I sat down and put my head on the table. I was asleep in moments.

  *****

  My eyes popped open and I immediately knew I had slept longer than thirty minutes. In fact, glancing at the clock on the wall told me I slept for over three hours. And I was tired enough to sleep another ten hours. Of course, considering it was nearly four in the morning, that was to be expected.

  My lips were tingling again. I had been awake for barely a few seconds and already my arousal was building. It wasn’t just my lips, though. It was feeling a bit more generalized.

  I was too tired to work it out right now. I got to my feet and stretched. That’s when I realized Simon’s jacket was draped over my shoulders. It smelled like him. I wrapped it a little tighter around my shoulders.

  That is, I tried to wrap it around my shoulders a little tighter. It was then I realized what had changed while I was sleeping.

  Heart pounding again, I walked back out to the lab.

  Simon was working at his station. Three beakers containing various shades of red liquid were aligned in front of him. He was writing notes in his spiral notebook, but he looked up as I arrived.

  “Hello,” he said. “Have a nice nap?”

  “Yeah,” I muttered, remembering that just a short time ago, I'd had this man’s cock in my mouth. Blowing him like a slut. My cheeks reddened.

  “You looked like you needed the rest, so I left you alone,” he said. “In fact, you really should get home and get some sleep.”

  I nodded. “I’m going now,” I said. “Thanks for…for helping me, um, earlier. And for working on recreating the color.”

  “No problem,” he said. “I think I’m moving in on the hue. I still have to narrow down the polymer-pigment bonding field, though…”

  He droned on, but fortunately he realized he was losing me.

  “Sorry,” he said. “Go home. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

  I nodded. “Yes,” I said. “I’ll be here. Trust me.”

  I turned and left abruptly then. Not because I was embarrassed, although I was. Not because I was tempted to kiss Simon, although I was.

  I left because I was afraid Simon might ask for his jacket back. And if I had given him his jacket back, he would have realized that my breasts had swelled while I was sleeping.

  ToC

  Chapter 5

  I barely saw the road as I drove home. My tits were growing!

  This was getting out of control. I was getting out of control. I had to breathe through it, pull myself together. I was a scientist. I could handle this.

  I was better by the time I got to my apartment, although not much. My heart was racing. How could lipstick cause this kind of reaction?!

  I entered my apartment and walked straight to the bathroom. I unbuttoned my blouse and unhooked my bra, letting my breasts pop free.

  I felt a little calmer as I looked at my reflection. The swelling didn’t appear to be as prominent as I thought- they had felt gigantic at the time- but I was still at least a cup size bigger than the b-cup boobs I had started the evening with. A little fuller, heavier, more substantial.

  What the hell?

  I shook my head. I was run down and needed some rest. I was going to sleep for a few hours, then get back to the lab and get this fixed.

  I finished undressing, put on a long t-shirt and slid under the covers. As I drifted off to sleep, I had the comforting thought that at least things really couldn’t get much worse.

  *****

  When I woke up, I knew things had gotten worse.

  I sat up and nearly fell as an unfamiliar weight shifted me forward. There was a momentary weightlessness and then the impossibly sensuous feel of two huge globes dropping back into place, jiggling softly as they settled.

  I gasped at the sudden sensations coursing from my nipples. Eyes wide, my hands flew to my impossibly rounded boobs, hefting them. My breasts had grown another three sizes while I was sleeping.

  My heart pounded. Anxiety raced through me. I forced myself to calm down. I instantly regretted that, however, as that gave me the clarity of mind to realize that far more than my breasts had changed.

  The hair on my hair had grown during my sleep. Really grown. Not to “need a trim” standards…to “have lived in a jungle for five years” standards. My black locks had transformed into a raven waterfall cascading down my back to my hips. My body hair was strangely unaffected, but my wild jungle hair more than made up for it.

  I swung my legs over and put my bare feet to the area rug next to my bed, willing myself to a calmer state. It wasn’t easy. My center of gravity felt shifted. I was tingly all over. Aroused. Hot. Really hot. Even just sitting here, my hips were wriggling. My arousal was so intense, I could smell my sex. I pressed my thighs together and took a deep breath.

  Back in control of myself, I stood and walked to my bathroom. I closed
the door and removed my t-shirt. Then I looked at myself in the full-length mirror.

  I was in trouble.

  My hair was every bit as big and wild as I had feared and my breasts were every bit as lush and heavy as I thought. No cap was going to contain all that hair and there was no chance at all that Simon’s jacket- or any jacket- could cover up my ridiculously swelled rack.

  There were other changes too, changes that hadn’t been obvious when I awoke but could be seen now plain as day. Specifically, my waist had cinched in slightly, my hips had widened and my backside had plumped out.

  My lips were still fat pillows, soft and red. They were so plump now that I knew I’d have trouble speaking clearly. And my eyelashes appeared to be slightly longer.

  Except for my breasts and hair, each change was subtle, almost unnoticeable by itself. But taken together, along with my red lips, overgrown bust and model hair, I no longer looked like a serious-minded chemist. I looked like…

  …a bimbo. A vapid, sex-obsessed bimbo. And judging by the growing heat in my belly, my looks weren’t just skin-deep.

  How the hell was I going to stop my slow transformation? And worse, what was Simon going to think of me now?

  *****

  I took a shower. The warm water over my nipples and skin gave me a sensuous rush. My twitching belly muscles let me know that the earlier muteness between my legs had passed. I was so distracted from arousal that I didn’t even realize I had used half a bottle of shampoo on my jungle-girl hair until the bottle was empty. My body was a walking hormone, but despite my increased and intensified arousal, I couldn’t climax. I was a wet mess.

  Frustrated, I finally turned off the water and yanked open the shower curtain. I tried to towel-dry my hair, but that was like trying to towel-dry a carpet. I wrapped my hair in towels then, but the weight of the wet towels and my wet hair nearly sprained my neck.