Laboratory Love

by Chrystal Wynd

  I then tried to blow-dry my hair, but I had no previous experience with a mass of hair anywhere close to the tangled mess on my head right now and after nearly setting fire to my scalp, I gave that up. In despair, I finally just tried to brush out my hair and realized I had no clue what I was doing. I tried pulling the brush through my damp locks and it caught in the tangles, yanking my scalp painfully.

  I was horny, frustrated and overwhelmed, and that was the last straw. I stamped my bare foot, inadvertently causing my overdeveloped tits to jiggle, creating another wave of heat from my nipples. I yanked my hairbrush out of my tangled hair and launched the brush across my bathroom into the shower.

  I bit my lower lip as my eyes watered. I was a scientist, dammit. I wouldn’t cry. I wouldn’t!

  But I could sniffle a little.

  So I did. But after a few seconds, I finally realized someone was knocking on my door.

  Who the hell could that be? I grabbed a towel and did my best to wrap up my crazy mass of hair. Then I slipped into my bathrobe. My just getting out of the shower was enough to justify my not asking the visitor in, regardless of who it was.

  I padded across my apartment on bare feet. I got to my front door and then looked through the peephole.

  It was Simon.

  Frickin’ great. The one person I didn’t want to see right now. This body was embarrassing enough, but now I had to face the guy I had attacked and blown like a slut just hours ago.

  I knew I was better off just ignoring his knocking. I had suffered enough humiliation for one day and I should just eat ice cream and watch television for the rest of the day as I slowly turned into a helpless, horny bimbo. But for some reason, my body wasn’t listening to me. My hand reached out and turned the doorknob.

  Dammit. Stupid traitorous body.

  “Yes?”

  Simon peered through the crack in the door. “Hello, Corine,” he said. “I was working at the lab and didn’t see you there, so I decided to take a break and check on you.”

  Oh, geez. His scent. I can smell him. I’m wet. I’m getting crazy wet. Slut wet.

  “I’m fine,” I said, “but I’m feeling a wittle under the weather. Maybe I’ll go in tomorrow. Thanks for checking.”

  Oh, no. My lips were so swollen that I was lisping. His smell was making me lose control of my facilities. Anxiety raced through me. I started closing the door, but he put up his hand.

  “Hang on,” he said. “I’m sorry you’re not feeling well. Can I get you anything?”

  “No,” I said, on the verge of panic. “I just need to west for a wittle while.”

  “I understand,” he said. “I just need one thing from you, if you don’t mind.”

  That scent. His scent.

  “What is it?” I said, trying to keep the desperation from my voice.

  “I’m getting closer to reproducing the shade,” he said, “but without you there, I have no basis for comparison. Can I please see your lips?”

  Oh, gawd. An eternity passed, but I didn’t have a good reason for not showing him. There was no getting around it.

  Just a brief flash, then. I’d let him take a look, then plead weakness and close the door.

  I took a breath and opened the door just wide enough to let the sunlight shine on my face.

  Simon stepped a little closer and peered at me. “Yes,” he said, “that’s about what I thought. Give me a second to take a picture and-“

  That’s when my towel dropped and my huge mass of hair collapsed over my face and shoulders, all the way past my waist.

  Simon stared, apparently too stunned to speak. I looked up him, eyes wide, and said, “Dammit! You bwoke my hair!”

  ToC

  Chapter 6

  Simon pushed his way in then and I didn’t try to stop him. The damage was already done and I was too busy getting myself under control anyway.

  “All right, Corine,” he said, “what’s going on? You didn’t leave the lab last night with that hair. Or with those…umm…”

  “Tits?” I said. That scent. His scent.

  A smile played on the corners of his mouth. “I was going to say lips,” he said, “but yeah, you didn’t have those breasts either.”

  My nipples were so hard, they ached. My belly muscles were jumping. I was so wet, my inner thighs were slick.

  “Well, quit staring at my rack, you perv.”

  Simon chuckled. “All right,” he said, “time to tell me what’s going on.”

  I pushed up against him before I even realized I had taken a step in his direction. My breasts pressed against his chest. My lush cleavage swelled against the opening of my bathrobe.

  “I will,” I said, filling my lungs with his scent. Powerful. Brilliant. Masculine. I licked his neck.

  “Corine?” said Simon, stepping back.

  “I’ll tell you,” I said. “Eventually.” So fucking hot. Wet. Empty.

  I must have looked slightly crazed. Simon took me by the hand and walked me to my couch. He sat me down. Incredibly, the touch of his hand on mine made my clit twitch.

  “I’m listening.”

  I heard Simon talking, but my concentration was focused directly on the package between his legs, which was right in front of me.

  “Corine?”

  My chin was wet. Was I drooling? “Yes?” His cock was right in front of me. I could reach out and touch it.

  He was talking again, but it wasn’t important. That package was. That cock. I was so empty.

  Suddenly a strong hand cupped my chin and lifted my head up. Simon’s eyes stared into mine.

  “Corine!” he said.

  I blinked, then gasped. I closed my eyes as I felt my cheeks burn with embarrassment. I wished fervently for a very deep hole to hide in.

  “Corine,” said Simon, “please tell me what’s going on.”

  I sighed. “You smell too fucking good,” I said.

  “I beg your pardon?”

  I took a deep breath and every hormone inside me came to life. I stared at Simon. Then I got to my feet.

  “C’mon,” I said. “I’ll explain everything in a minute. First I have to show you something.”

  Simon looked wary, but followed me.

  To my bedroom.

  “Well?” he said. “What am I looking at?”

  The hell with it. “This,” I said, opening my robe and letting it drop.

  Simon paused, taking in my exaggerated curves.

  “Wow,” he said. “I…wow…”

  I stepped up to him, picked up his hands and pressed them against my bare breasts. “I’m not going to have these much longer,” I said, “so take advantage of them now.”

  Simon sighed. “I’m going to hate myself later,” he said, “but I know you’re not yourself right now. I can’t do this.”

  I grabbed him by his shirt and spun, throwing him onto the bed. I climbed onto the bed just as he rolled over onto his back. I straddled his waist.

  “Simon,” I said, pulling his shirt apart so the buttons popped off. I leaned forward then, pressing my bare boobs against the firmness of his chest, and spoke directly to him, my lips inches away from his. “Listen. I promised I would tell you what’s going on and I will. But I need you to understand that you need to fuck me right now.”

  He blinked, the bluntness of my statement likely catching him off-guard, and I used the momentary lull to lean forward and press my swollen lips against his in a heated kiss.

  Simon could resist my lush boobs, resist my sensuous body, resist my heated curves, but he couldn’t resist my kisses. After a moment’s hesitation, he was suddenly responding and I melted under his firm kisses.

  He rolled me onto my back and then suddenly he was gone. I was ready to scream like a banshee, but he was suddenly back…and this time without clothing.

  His unclothed body was everything I pictured. He was brilliance and heat in one package. He could have just lay there and he would have been enough to drive me out of my mind. But then he began using h
is hands and lips in ways I wasn’t familiar with and suddenly my hot, writhing body was alive with sensation.

  My lush curves melted under his ministrations. My nipples, my lips, my overheated clit, my ankles…he missed nothing. I shuddered as waves of heat rippled through me.

  Then he got to his feet, standing against the end of my bed. He reached forward and grabbed my rounded hips with both hands. Then he pulled me toward him until my ass was pressed against his thighs, my legs upraised and parted. He pressed the fat head of his cock against the folds of my overheated pussy.

  “You ready for this?” he said, almost conversationally.

  “Omigodyespleasepleasepleasedoitdoitdoit,” I said.

  Still holding my hips for purchase, Simon pulled me onto his thick cock.

  I gasped as lights detonated behind my eyelids. I had never been in a state of arousal this intense before, and certainly not with a cock inside me. I lost control of my actions as my body responded to Simon’s strokes into my hot, wet pussy. I shuddered, moaned, shuddered again, then grabbed my hair as my back arched.

  I was close, so close, so incredibly close, WHY COULDN’T I COME?

  Simon drove into me again and again and I knew I was getting it in a way I had never gotten it before. Simon’s lab demeanor hid a fucking animal. He yanked his meat out of my pussy, rolled me onto my hands and knees and promptly rammed his dick back inside me.

  I shuddered, moaned and squealed like a slut. My body responded helplessly to his every thrust. Conscious thought had long since fled and I was simply heat and sensation now.

  He was pounding me fucking silly. I’d end up in a wheelchair if he didn’t stop soon, but I was held fast by paralytic heat. Then I suddenly intuited what was happening.

  “S-Simon,” I moaned, trying desperately to form words, “you have to…to come…”

  “Not until you do,” he said, thrusting into me again, practically jolting my cervix out of me.

  Not until I do. He was trying to be fucking noble.

  “Simon!” I said, my swollen lips making my words come out in a lisp. “You have to come! I CAN’T COME UNTIL YOU DO! Stop trying to be a hero!"

  He held my glance, likely trying to sure I wasn’t handing him a line. The desperation in my eyes must have been enough to convince him, though, because he suddenly lifted me in the air by my hips, shifted me forward and dropped me down onto his cock.

  And then he exploded inside me.

  The force of his cum blasting into my hot, wet pussy hit every hot spot inside me. And it was enough to trigger my release.

  My eyes widened as a wave of pure combustion suddenly swept over me. I gasped, then squealed, then screamed and threw my arms around Simon’s neck as my legs wrapped around his waist. Simon continued pumping his cock into me as he filled me with a torrent of hot, thick sperm. I shuddered and came on his dick, then came again, and then one long orgasm that left me gasping for air.

  I remained tied to Simon. I couldn’t talk. I could barely breathe. I had never experienced anything like this before.

  We remained like that for a while, thankfully not talking. Finally Simon set me down gently on the bed.

  “Well, that was intense,” he said, his voice sounding slightly course.

  “Yeah” I said, feeling a wave of exhaustion sweeping over me.

  “And at the risk of ruining the moment, Corine,” he said, “you promised you would tell me what’s going on.”

  Dammit.

  “Your body is changing,” he said, his finger tracing the curve of my hip, “and your sex drive appears to be…increased. I think it’s safe to assume these aren’t natural occurrences.”

  I sighed. There was no way around it. I had to tell him what an idiot I was.

  So I did.

  ToC

  Chapter 7

  “Wait a minute,” said Simon. “You’re saying your lips are an erogenous zone now?”

  I nodded.

  “You’re sure the sensations are intense enough to qualify the area as an erogenous zone? Not just tingly or sensitive?’

  “I’m sure,” I said, remembering how wet I got just from licking my lips.

  “And the sensations from your clitoris are muted?”

  “Were muted,” I said, blushing.

  “I’m sorry?”

  “Were muted,” I said, trying not to mumble. “Not so much now. Well, muted now, but that’s because we just...you know...“

  “But you can’t climax from personal manual stimulation?”

  I clenched my teeth. “Correct. Now can we please stop discussing me like I’m a robot we’re trying to build?”

  Simon actually chuckled. “Sorry. I guess it did sound a bit impersonal. But I want to help and I need to know details. I have some theories.”

  “You do?”

  “Yes,” he said. “Obviously the chrystalmic is the key ingredient we need to focus on. But I think there may be other factors in play. I’m not sure. We’re going need to research it.”

  I rolled my eyes. “I don’t have a lot of time.”

  Simon sighed. “Corine,” he said, “I understand your frustration, but these things take time.”

  I sighed. He was right, of course. But dammit.

  “Fine,” I said. “I’ll be patient. I’ll be good.”

  “You’ll be busy, too,” said Simon. “We still need to reproduce that color, remember?”

  “Yes, I remember,” I said. “Trust me, I remember.”

  He glanced at his watch. “All right, it’s late afternoon. I’m going back to the lab,” he said. “Get some sleep, then meet me there later tonight.”

  I nodded, feeling incredibly relaxed and satisfied despite my display of surliness. My body felt warm and full.

  “All right,” I said, already feeling sleep overtake me as I sunk down onto my pillow. “All right. I’ll see you later tonight.”

  *****

  I woke up horny again.

  Not as bad as earlier, but I could tell I was already ramping toward it. My entire body was an erogenous zone now, it seemed. My lips. My nipples. My clit. Even my tight rear entrance. Awake for sixty seconds and I was a wet mess already.

  And I felt empty inside. Like I was missing something. Or someone.

  I sighed and got out of bed. I was surprised to see it was after eight at night. I had really slept deep.

  And then I began realizing just how sore I was.

  I hurt from head to toe- likely because of my body-wracking, explosive orgasm- but my pussy had never been this sore in my entire life. I was omigod sore down there.

  Walking carefully, I made my way to the bathroom. I spent a half-hour easing my sore muscles under a hot shower without getting my jungle-girl hair wet- I wasn't spending an hour drying my hair again- before walking back inside my bedroom to get dressed. This was usually an easy task for me- labs traditionally aren’t a hotbed of fashion activity- but I found myself hesitating. I sighed again, knowing what I had to do.

  I searched my closet until I found the shortest skirt I owned. It certainly didn’t qualify as a mini-skirt- it reached my knees- but it was soft and flexible. If I became too overheated to think straight…well, a soft, short skirt could be worked around far easier than slacks or an ankle-length straight skirt. I didn’t have much by way of dignity left, but I had no intentions of running around the lab naked.

  *****

  A short time later, I arrived at Blonde Concepts and parked. I felt every sore muscle as I got out of my vehicle. My vagina was so sore, I wanted to cry.

  I felt like a silly sorority girl dressing cute to impress my chemistry professor as I made my way toward Research and Development. Despite my aches and pains, my rounded hips rolled naturally, making my derriere sway enticingly under the skirt. Even though nobody was around beside the security guards, I felt like I was on display. My cheeks were burning by the time I made it inside the lab.

  Simon was there, of course. He was mixing some chemicals.

  I
walked over to him. “Hello there,” I said. I closed my eyes and breathed in his scent. Oh, goodness. That scent again. Powerful. Brilliant. Masculine.

  “Good evening,” he said, barely noticing me. He was staring at his chemicals.

  I nodded, then walked away. I couldn’t concentrate standing that close to him. I decided to go through my notes, see if I could find anything significant.

  I perused my notes, but focusing was difficult. My belly muscles kept twitching. My hands kept sliding down my belly, toward my needy sex.

  Dammit! This was impossible!

  “Corine?”

  I jumped.

  “Dammit, Simon,” I said. “Don’t sneak up on me like that!”

  “Sorry,” he said, grinning. “I’ll blow a trumpet next time.”

  “Good. What do you want?”

  “Your blood.”

  “Excuse me?”

  “Your blood. We’re trying to fix you, remember? I need your blood for a whole range of tests.”

  “You’re a chemist, not a biologist.”

  “I majored in both.”

  “Whatever.”

  “Cranky, aren’t you?”

  “Yes!”

  Yes, I was cranky. My swollen lips were making me lisp embarrassingly. I felt horribly empty. His proximity, his scent, my arousal…I was a walking hormone by this point. Again.

  Simon sighed. “Corine…”

  Dammit. He had that pensive lost-in-thought look that drove me crazy. He was scruffy after two straight days in the lab with little sleep, but it gave him an unexpected edge. I was ready to jump him right there in the lab, cameras and all.

  “Fine,” I said. “Fine! I’ll give you my blood.”

  “Let’s go to the break room,” he said. “I’d rather not be on camera sticking a needle into you.”

  “Good point.”

  We made our way to the break room, closing the door behind us. I sat on a chair. He sat next to me and took out two syringes.

  “This should be plenty,” he said. I nodded.