Bad Scientists- Part 3 (Patreon)

The newest installment is here, and there's nothing flashy about the lab today. It should just be endless trials and lots of data collection, but one spill changes everything... Read on to hear all about the most cutting edge experimentation on pheromones that this scientist is working on.

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It had been about a week since Rhonda’s team had their demonstration, and as much as I wished that their work was ready for a second go, they were still troubleshooting down the hall. Work was as normal as it got around here, and I was in my lab almost all day, every day. We were in the slog stage of our project which meant running trials over and over again where we barely changed a variable just to get sizable amounts of data built up.

We’d been at it for weeks now, but I think we’re close to a breakthrough. I’d been wanting to work on this project for years, and finally, I felt I had enough experience to really do it right. I was working on pheromones, but specifically, I wanted to see how they differed between test subjects. I could be turned on by the same scent as someone else even if we were attracted to different people, and different scents could work on people who were interested in the same person. It was a maddening issue, but we’d done good work so far.

Today should have been normal, and even after I spilled one of my samples, my brain didn’t even realize what was about to happen. I spilled stuff all the time (I still had the nickname Butterfingers to some of my classmates from undergrad), and I never was far from cleaning solutions and a stack of paper towels. Sliding my pipet tray out of the way, I just began cleaning up, but it was too late.

Charlie, one of my technicians who usually sat across from me, was staring my way. I looked down to see if some of my sample had spilled onto anything of his, but that wasn’t it. There wasn’t anger in his eyes- in fact, there really wasn’t any discernible emotion yet. It wasn’t until I saw that his eyes were dilated that I realized what was happening. Whatever scent I’d just spilled was a pheromone that worked for him. I didn’t really smell anything, but as he turned around, pulling at his lab coat, I could only imagine what his nose had just inhaled.

His face was no longer blank anymore- there was ecstasy clearly pulsating beneath his skin, and his mouth hung open a bit as he whipped his t-shirt over his head. Looking around, I tried to explain what was happening to my coworkers, but when I saw the clock on the wall, I realized that everyone was at lunch except for us. No one, and possibly not even Charlie himself, realized what was happening.

Leaning back in my chair, I watched. I should have leapt into action to help him, but I pretended that this could be a valuable test point to observe. The fact that I was getting off on seeing my straight coworker strip for me was irrelevant…

His hands reached for his track pants now, and I was so glad that we didn’t have a dress code here. As long as we were following all safety precautions, we could wear whatever. In his case, as I quickly found out, his preferred outfit was a t-shirt, a pair of sweatpants, and nothing else. As he pushed his last remaining clothing down past his knees, he stood up and began stroking his chest with one hand while reaching for his cock with the other one.

Charlie was a special hire- he’d played football back in college, and while his teammates all majored in sports management and general studies, he was majoring in chemistry. Now, we had a brilliant hire for our team who was also capable of effortlessly lifting all of the equipment around our lab for us. Another benefit was that I now got to see his rippling muscles in action in front of me as he started humping his chair until drops of precum began to stain the fabric.

His face still showed no signs of realizing the taboo show that he was putting on for me, and I couldn’t stop him, even if I wanted to. No, I just sat there and watched as he began to stroke even harder, moaning into the empty, thankfully soundproofed lab. He was getting into it now, and just to make sure that the show didn’t end too early, I opened the lid on whatever scent was doing this to him as I made a note on my computer.

Looking back up, I saw him clenching his glutes, and every muscle was tensed in his tree trunk thighs as he tried to hold out on his orgasm as long as he could. Finally, he couldn’t resist any longer, and he sprayed his seed on the floor in front of him, thankfully missing any of work on his lab bench.

Staring at me without any recognition, he eased himself onto his chair and was able to put his head on the counter right before he fell asleep. Spent, he just laid there as I cleaned up around him. Grabbing my phone, the one that I’d just used to record all of this, I sent him a text:

Hey Charlie, thanks for cleaning up that pheromone spill for me. It was messing with my allergies, so I really appreciate it. Once you’re done, come meet us for lunch at Juniper’s- everyone else is already there.

Then, I left the lab, locking the door behind me and hoping that no one else with a key walked in before he woke up.