Gympregnation, Ch. 2, Pt. 2

Gympregnation

by Fidget

Chapter 2, Part 2

I was so engrossed in my detached, objective scientific observation of the video feed that I jumped in surprise at the sudden sound of pounding on my car window.

I looked up to see a cute redhead about my age in a tight workout outfit. I assumed she wanted to ask why the gym was locked, so I opened my window a few inches to respond.

“Hi, can I sit in there with you for a minute? I don’t have my keys.” From her voice and the way she kept looking over her shoulder, it seemed like she was afraid of something.

I gave her a brief once over, thinking that it was too bad that she hadn’t made it into the gym before my experiment began, since her nice, thick thighs and tight torso would have made for an especially satisfying breeding experience for one of the many potent, cum-spewing meatheads inside. 

In the meantime, however, the girl took my silence for agreement, ran around the car, and started pulling at the door handle.

I unlocked it temporarily, intending to tell her that the gym was closed and that I was quite busy at the moment, but before I had a chance to speak, she quickly opened the door and slipped inside.

“Thanks so much! I forgot to bring my keys with me when I escaped!”

I soon noticed the strong smell of the girl’s sweat filling the car, almost as though she’d just come from a workout. Her scent was unexpectedly pungent, and oddly familiar. 

Wait, what had she just said? “What do you mean, escaped?”

“Well, I had just finished on the elliptical, so I went to the bathroom for a few minutes, but when I came out, everyone had gone crazy! People were making out and taking their clothes off and one couple was even” — she leaned in, her green eyes wide as she whispered conspiratorially — “having sex! Right there on the front counter!

“I knew that whatever was happening I needed to get out of there, so I slipped out the window in the women’s locker room as soon as I got the chance.”

I scolded myself mentally for not anticipating other escape routes and planning countermeasures. “Did anyone see you leave?”

“I don’t think so. They seemed too, um, distracted to notice me.” Good If she was the only subject with the wherewithal to escape, it was unlikely that anyone else would inadvertently spread my formula to the rest of the town.

I noticed that the redhead’s nipples had stiffened and were now visibly erect through her workout bra. I could guess why, thinking wistfully back to a time when my own nipples had had that same dangerous reaction to my formula. It had felt so nice at the time, my feminine body getting all horny and submissive so that I’d let DT breed me. But now my anonymous stud was gone, and I couldn’t find him.

Anyway, this girl had clearly marinated in the cocktail of pheromones filling the gym for long enough that she had been affected in spite of her efforts to escape, which meant that even here in the safety of my car my formula was still exerting its insidious influence. She wouldn’t be able to stop herself from growing slightly more aroused, slightly more submissive, slightly more fertile.

Luckily for her, now that she was outside the gym the effects should plateau as soon as her body finished processing the pheromones she’d already been exposed to. She’d be pleasantly mellow and horny for a few hours, but she’d be no worse off for the experience.

I should note that I wasn’t at all worried about my own safety. Even if the strong scent filling the car was my impromptu guest producing her own pheromones — which I doubted, given how briefly she’d been inside — there was no way they’d become strong enough to significantly affect me by the time my formula’s effect on her body petered out.

Either way though, I knew that I needed to get rid of her; if not for my own sake, then for the sake of my experiment. I couldn’t have her snooping around my car, asking why I happened to have a live video feed of the orgy she’d just escaped from.

“Well, I’m glad you were able to get out of there safely, but I’m a bit busy at the moment so I’m going to have to ask you to leave-“

“What?! I can’t go back out there! You don’t know what it was like!”

What was it with people interrupting me when I was right in the middle of an experiment?! “I’m actually right in the…” I began again, but fell silent when it occurred to me that this was a good chance to gather some data on the female version of the formula. Maybe I could let her stay for another minute or two.

I observed that my new companion’s respiration was starting to deepen, causing her plump breasts to rise and fall noticeably with each breath. Somehow her arousal was continuing to grow: the cloud of pheromones inside the gym must have been even thicker than I’d anticipated. At least my formula’s effects appeared to be working as intended, making the cute girl’s body and mind increasingly receptive to the idea of mating. By this point she was probably wondering why she was so turned on, and she might even be dealing with some intrusive thoughts featuring nice, thick cocks.

For most people it would be awkward sitting this close to a woman whose body was so obviously preparing itself for sexual intercourse, but I was a scientist, and therefore above such silliness. Also, her sweat didn’t smell as bad as I’d initially thought. It was actually kinda nice — sweet and fruity and feminine.

“What’s your name?” I asked in a sudden, uncharacteristic burst of camaraderie. I still planned to kick her out of the car in a minute or so, of course, but that was no reason to be rude in the interim.

“Oh, uh, Cherry.”

An appropriate name, I reflected, given how delightful she smelled.

Cherry’s nipples were still fully erect and clearly visible through her tight, stretchy top, and she was beginning to squirm, squeezing her thighs together and sliding her toned legs against each other as her body continued to succumb to the pheromones she’d been exposed to. I made a mental note to recheck my formula and potentially dial the potency back a bit — with the limited amount of time she’d been in the gym, there was no way that she should be having this strong of a reaction from just breathing it in for a few minutes.

Still, that was a problem for another day; right now I was enjoying chilling with my new girlfriend. It struck me how lonely my life as a scientist had been, but that was the path I’d chosen for myself. And in any case it was only the weakness of the female body my brilliant mind was trapped in, with its haphazard collection of evolutionary instincts and impulses, that made me desire all of this unnecessary contact with other people in the first place. It was the same weakness that had gotten me held down and bred a year before. Still, regardless of how irrational it was, the social animal part of my monkey brain seemed to be on overdrive right now.

Given the nice, calming effect that Cherry’s presence was having on me, I was surprised when my own nipples suddenly perked up as well, growing stiff and sensitive completely without warning. My breasts were significantly larger than they’d been the previous year, swollen and full of milk thanks to the pregnancy hormones having their way with my body, which meant that, now that they were erect, my large, distended nipples were easily visible through the stretchy fabric of my own sports bra. Still, with the pleasure spreading through my chest, radiating outward from the uncomfortable tightness at the tips of my tender mounds, it was clear that I had begun showing signs of sexual arousal as well.

So much for Cherry’s pheromones not being potent enough to affect me. Escaped subject seems to have somehow received a strong enough dose of formula to trigger her own pheromone production. I wasn’t quite sure how it had happened, but in any case cute little Cherry here had succumbed to the point where she had begun unintentionally spreading her condition to the women around her, and, unfortunately, the only woman currently around her was me.

Still, I knew that human noses could be surprisingly sensitive when it came to certain chemical signals, so even though Cherry’s pheromone production should be extremely low given the amount of formula that she’d been exposed to, it was certainly possible that my own nose was sensitive enough to detect what little she had begun producing, especially in the confines of my car.