Chapter 12: Lab Rats

Diane entered the procedure room alone. She was a few minutes ahead of Dr. Curtis and Jessie. Basically her job was to make sure everything was in order for the procedure to remove the implant from beneath Rick's penis. They had studied the X-ray and CAT scan of the implant and weren't any farther ahead than when they started. The implant looked like a virtually hollow vessel with a hollow ring attached. They could make out some kind of liquid within it. They could also see what appeared to be some sort of microscopic mechanisms, too small for the exposures to make out. The only way to determine what was really inside the device was to remove it from the patient.

The room looked in order. Rick lay on an examination table bolted to the floor. Surrounding the table were floor and ceiling air vents. These vents would isolate Rick's pheromones and allow the staff to work around him. Attached to Rick were electrodes to monitor his heart rate, brain activity, and body functions. Two electrodes attached to the back of his neck acted like an anesthetic. It prevented Rick from becoming conscious, and from becoming aroused as a result.

Diane walked over to the prone body. Rick lay naked with the exception of a towel draped from his waist to his knees. Underneath the material Diane could see the bulge of his flaccid penis. She had never seen a real live Breeder before. She'd seen illustrations, a few photos and the X-rays, but she felt a nervous shiver run down her spine at the thought of such a large member.

Shaking the feeling off Diane got down to work. Reaching down Diane pulled the towel off Rick's body and started to fold it over her arm before she stopped and stared. Rick's penis was huge, like nothing she had ever seen or imagined. Unable to look away, she stared at it and wondered what it would look like erect, what it would feel like inside her. Slowly she took the fat organ in her gloved hand. It was huge, larger than any cock she had ever seen. Gingerly she gave it a squeeze. It was warm and yielding. It felt really good as it filled her hand. Gently she stroked it, tensing at the thought that the anesthetic would fail and the Breeder would become aroused.

Suddenly Diane took a step back, letting the flaccid cock fall. What was she thinking? She knew the dangers of being around Breeders, she understood what could happen to her should she ever mate with one. After all, there was no casual sex with a Breeder, once you experienced one, you would become addicted. Closing her eyes to compose herself, Diane grabbed a long piece of surgical tape, took the warm flesh in her hand, and taped the cock up against Rick's body to allow easy access to the implant. Gingerly she started to look at the piercing but decided that remaining too close to the impressive organ might not be the best idea.

Dr. Curtis arrived in the room just as Diane returned to her monitoring station. Diane hoped her boss hadn't seen her unprofessional interest in their patient.

"I see he's all set to go." Curtis said stopping to regard the figure. "No matter how often I see one of them, they still amaze me."

"Have you ever..." Diane caught herself, what a terribly improper question for her to ask. "I mean..."

"Slept with a Breeder?" Curtis finished the question for her young assistant. "No. It's too much of a risk. I've thought about it a few times, but I've seen too many women changed by it." She answered thoughtfully. "I like my life, and I'm not sure I would be happy that way."

"Does it really change you that much?" Diane asked.

"Very few women have been able to copulate with a Breeder and not be totally affected." Curtis continued. "And if you ask the ones that have changed? They'll tell you that they wouldn't change a thing." Elizabeth paused, looking at Rick's physique. "I'm just not willing to take the risk." She concluded finally. "That's why the dangers and precautions are drilled into you all through training."

"I'll remember that Ma'am" Diane answered respectfully. She could see how easily a Breeder could seduce someone, and this one was unconscious. Diane could only imagine what it was like if one was awake and hitting on you. "All his vital signs are normal and he is fully sedated."

"Good, don't take your eyes of those vital signs for a moment." Curtis instructed just as Jesse appeared at the door.

Jesse Thomas entered the examination room, sealing the bio doors behind her. She was dressed head to toe in a disposable bio-suit. She wasn't breathing through an air supply, but no skin was exposed and her face was covered with a transparent surgical mask. "I guess I'm as ready as I'll ever be..." She said with a nervous giggle. Both the lab and her protective clothing were unfamiliar to her. She took 15 minutes to get changed into the surgical garb, 10 minutes of that to decide what clothes to keep on under it.

"OK ladies..." Dr. Curtis announced. "Let's get this show on the road to we can get out of here and enjoy a cold adult beverage."

"I'm buying." Said Colonel Brewer, surprising the ladies. He'd quietly walked in the rear entrance to the room and had quietly taken a seat in the back.

Diane checked her readouts one last time and nodded to Jesse who stood over Rick. Everything looked OK for the procedure, but the still hadn't figured out how to remove the implant. Gently, Jesse started to probe the device with her finger.

"Whoa..." Diane exclaimed. "It's doing something, his heart rate shot up, pineal gland just jumped... hold on a sec..."

Jesse pulled her hands back as if she'd been shocked and turned to Diane.

Carefully, Diane made some adjustments to the anesthetic nerve blocker. After what seemed like minutes she looked up from her screen. "OK, he's well under. Whatever you did, that implant started juicing his system like crazy. If I turn his neural communication down any more, his heart will stop beating."

Gingerly Jesse touched the implant again. "How about now?" She asked nervously.

"Every time you touch it, his readings jump a little, but not like before." Diane said, her eyes never leaving the readouts. "Just be careful, I can't crank him down any lower without seriously risking permanent damage."

Returning to her work Jesse examined the implant area looking for a way to remove it. She found it a little difficult to concentrate, her eyes drawn up to the flaccid, but still massive, organ. After a thorough exam she rolled her stool back a little and turned around.

"I don't see how we can get it out without removing the tissue around it." She said as she wiped her brow. "It's either that or we just cut it in two and remove it." She added, half joking.

"I agree." Said Dr. Curtis. "Let's just cut it and remove it."

"But Dr. Curtis... The effects..." Diane protested weakly, she didn't want to contradict her boss, but she was concerned that the anesthetic device may not be able to compensate.

"The effects will be controlled." Curtis cut off the young woman decisively. She had spent all day between the Breeder and the agent. She was tired, hungry, and horny as hell. Her husband would be a happy man tonight. "He's so far under that a nuclear explosion wouldn't disturb him."

Curtis turned to Jesse. "Cut it quickly, slide it out, nice and simple. He can sleep off any ill effects before we bring him around tomorrow."

Jesse turned slowly back to her patient. "Yes Ma'am." She answered tentatively as she reached for the cutter. Really, it looked more like a pair of needle nose pliers.

Diane watched Jesse, looking nervously at her readings. As Jesse positioned the tool Rick's levels jumped all over the scale. She noticed the emergency air supply hanging next to her, and the bio security lock. Looking at Dr. Curtis she began to feel silly. If this woman with so much experience in the program wasn't worried, why should she be? Somehow her eyes kept finding the mask.

"OK, here goes..." Jesse said, tension filling her voice. Firmly she placed the thin nose of the tool through the small loop of the implant until it rested against the cutting blade. Apprehensively, Jesse glanced up at the large flaccid penis, then back to her work. Gently she applied pressure to the handles of the tool until she felt the ring give way with a sharp click.

The sudden sharp click in the virtually silent room startled Diane. Without thinking, she grabbed for the emergency air mask and held it to her nose and mouth. She could feel the cool dry air supply begin to flow as soon as the plastic touched her face.

Jesse felt a wave of nausea pass over her. Her heart beat hard against her chest. She felt the temperature level in the room suddenly increase. What a time for an air conditioning failure she thought in passing. It must be the tension she thought as she gently slid the implant from Rick's skin. She noticed tiny drops of liquid coming from the cut metal spike as she put the item into a waiting specimen bowl. Looking up at a strange sound Jesse calmly watched as the medical tape came lose and Rick's cock moved from its position on his leg.

Dr. Curtis felt a warm humid wave wash across her. She felt the familiar feelings of arousal from between her legs. She should have spent a few minutes in the ladies room to relieve her tension. She found herself distracted by her nipples hardening against the material of her knit top. "Shit..." was all she was able to get out of her mouth as the reality hit her. She'd miscalculated. Despite the heavy level of anesthetic applied to the subject, the implant had activated the Breeder. She felt her mind tilt as the wave of pheromones entered her nervous system. She looked over at Diane, who stared back from behind an air mask. Her body started to react forcing her to lean back against the workbench to steady herself.

Diane heard Curtis swear and looked over. The doctor was leaning back against the workbench. Her eyes were half closed and her mouth open in a strangely surprised expression. She watched her supervisor's buxom chest rise and fall, lightly tanned flesh against black material, as she inhaled deeply. She was afraid to move. Shaking, she turned to look at Colonel Brewer for direction.

Brewer sat stiffly in the chair. His face was a mask of shock, pain, and fear. He looked down between his splayed legs. Diane watched in shock. She could see Brewer's cock becoming rock hard, pressing against his pants. Brewer let out a plaintive moan as a dark spot spread across his pants from the tip of his cock. Diane recognized it as a textbook submissive response in animals, but it was not normally seen in humans. She turned to look back to Jesse as Brewer started to claw at his hard cock through his pants.

Jesse watched the organ as it moved and changed, it took a few moments for her over stimulated brain to realize that the penis was getting bigger. Somewhere at the back of her mind parts of her training cried out for her to run while at the same time telling her that it was already too late. She was vaguely aware of the sound of the specimen bowl clattering to the floor. Suddenly she was overwhelmed with the desperate need to remove her facemask.

Elizabeth Curtis felt her whole body respond to the pheromones in the air. Her skin felt warm and alive, her pussy ached, becoming hot and wet, her breasts tingled with pleasure as her nipples pushed against her clothes. Some small, detached part of her mind was interested that her body was responding exactly as expected. The ache got stronger and stronger but not in a painful way, it felt wonderful. Elizabeth moaned.

Diane reached for the emergency key. Unlike in the movies, no klaxons sounded, the lights didn't start to flash red. In reality the pressure in the room changed slightly as it was sealed off from the rest of the building and a little red light came on over the door as it locked. In other rooms in the building alarms went off and the entire facility started into their well-rehearsed emergency plan. Diane tried to make herself as small as she could between two worktables as she watched her co-workers change. Her head began to throb.

Jesse finally pulled her mask from her face and inhaled deeply. She felt a rush of intense arousal course through her body as she reached for the thick organ. She felt the hot flesh through her gloved hand as she watched it slowly continue to expand. From the end of Rick's fat cockhead a small stream of cum started to flow. Jesse watched in fascinations as the white fluid started to run over her gloved hand. Leaning forward Jesse touched the end of her tongue to the stream like she was licking an ice cream cone. Delicately she pulled the white tipped tip of her tongue into her mouth and groaned with pleasure. She realized that she needed to get out of the bio-suit she was wearing, that she needed to feel his flesh, and cum, against her skin.

Elizabeth still leaned against the table, her body overriding her mind. She couldn't hold her self back from touching her pussy any longer. She reached under her knit dress, pushed aside her g-string and touched her throbbing clit with her fingers. As always her clit sent jolts of ecstasy through her body. With her other hand she opened her medical coat, unbuttoned the V-neck of her dress as far as it would go to allow access to her full breasts. Years in the Breeder program had given her a beautiful body, one that she accentuated by an almost fanatical use of a Stairmaster that lived in her bedroom. Her husband, despite being 67 years old, never failed to get aroused watching his wife exercise in the nude, and her workouts usually ended with a hard fuck.

Distantly Curtis felt a pang of sadness as she thought about her husband. She knew that she wouldn't be able to resist bringing the Breeder virus home. First she'd fuck her husband, who would begin to lose most of his sex drive in the weeks afterwards. Quickly she would begin to seek other sexual partners to fulfill her increasingly strong urges. She also knew that she wouldn't be able to resist infecting her two sons. She'd seduce them, fuck them, and pass on the virus to them and their partners. Despite her vague melancholy over the thought of destroying her sons, she also couldn't help thinking about their muscular bodies, and their hard cocks straining for her wet pussy. And lastly she thought about her baby, her 15-year-old daughter Kylie. She knew that she'd be compelled to bring her to the Breeder until she carried a Breeder baby. Elizabeth wondered if, even with her unnatural youthfulness, she'd be given a baby too.

Slowly Elizabeth Curtis slid down the edge of the worktable until she sat on the floor, her knees bent, her pelvis rocking, and her legs spread wide. Her fingers blurred as they moved over her hard clit while her fingers pinched her stiff nipples. God she wanted a hard cock, she'd do anything to be bred, all she could think about was a hard cock shooting its life changing cum deep inside her. She felt on the verge of a massive orgasm.

Jesse whined as she tried to suck on Rick's fat cock while tearing off the bio suit. She was becoming increasingly horny, and frustrated, as his cock would slip out of her mouth as she twisted out of the suit. Her mouth tingled as she swallowed the creamy liquid. She could feel it as it entered her stomach, warmth spreading out like a fine whiskey, making her whole body feel wonderful. She knew she'd been warned about sexual contact with a Breeder, but she had no idea it would be so easy to give herself up to one. And, she had no idea it would feel so wonderful.

Finally out of her protective clothing she tore her white cotton panties off. The word Tuesday was printed across the ass. Funny, she thought in passing, it's Thursday. Jesse had a trim body, small breasts, slim hips, and long legs. Her skin was normally pale and smooth but as a result of her pheromone induced arousal, was flush and covered in goose bumps. Her breath came in long deep inhalations as her body subconsciously tried to intake more of the Breeder pheromones. The pheromones went right to Jesse's brain, triggering sexual, breeding and pleasure centers.

Jesse alternated between sucking on the soft organ, swallowing the small but constant stream of cum, and spreading the slippery liquid onto her skin. Her eyes were glazed with pleasure with saliva and cum dripping from her chin. Her slim body glowed wetly in the medical spotlights as she spread his stream of cum over her skin. She whimpered in frustration that his cock wouldn't get hard. It was thick and engorged, but not hard. She needed to mount him, to fuck him, make him cum in her pussy, but she couldn't unless his member was hard. Despite the aching in her jaw, Jesse redoubled her efforts to make the beautiful organ grow to its full power.

Diane watched in fascination at her co-workers. Despite the situation she began to feel aroused. Concerned, she made sure the mask was well attached and that she was getting airflow. It felt like she was getting an allergy attack, her head felt stuffed up and she had a little trouble concentrating. Hopefully the cool dry air supply would help. Apparently her arousal was just a side effect of watching the other three in Breeder induced sexual excess. Still, it did worry her. Was she going to end up like her boss? Writhing on the floor, sweat dripping off her as she masturbated like a slut, unable to control herself? How about Jesse? Slavering over the Breeder's fat cock, unable to realize what she was doing, becoming an addict to his cum, an addiction that will continue for the rest of her life. Still, she had to admire the size of the massive organ. It must be truly spellbinding at its full size.

Diane noticed that a guard had positioned themselves at the door closest to the table. Checking, she saw another one at the other entrance. Over her shoulder she saw a man and a woman in lab coats watching through the window behind her.

"Are you OK?" One asked through the intercom.

"So far, just kind of scared." Diane replied, relieved that help had arrived. "When can I get out?"

"Soon..." One answered apprehensively. "Soon, hang tight. We're working on it."

"OK" Diane turned away from the window. Not as reassuring as she'd hoped. "I'll just stay here then..." She muttered quietly folding her arms in front of her. She looked across the room as Jesse screamed, a cross between a sexual cry and one of frustration.

"OH GOD PLEASE!" Jesse cried in aggravation. She was franticly pulling and sucking on Rick's soft cock. She desperately needed it to get hard. Shaking, she climbed onto the examination table, squatted over Rick, and started to shove his cock into her dripping pussy. One hand spread her labia while the other one tried to force the soft organ in. Her body quaked in effort and need. Diane couldn't help but admire the woman's sleek figure; every subtle muscle highlighted as the light bounced off her shiny skin, the way her small breasts jiggled topped dark tight nipples.

"Something's wrong..." Curtis slurred breathlessly.

Diane turned to face her. "What?"

Curtis was panting, covered in sweat as she sat on the floor with her knees bent and her legs spread wide. Her hands rubbed her dripping pussy while she played furiously with her erect clit. The V-neck of her dress was pulled open and her cleavage displayed, nipples hard against the knit material, heaving as she breathed.

"I can't cum..." she sobbed. "I'm so fucking horny, so fucking hot, I'm right on the edge, but I can't cum!"

Diane didn't know what to say. She started to answer several times.

"There's something wrong..." Curtis said emphatically as she groaned in frustration. "He's not getting hard... I can feel him in my mind..." Curtis stopped to pant, massaging her breasts before returning her hands to her pussy. She slid her fingers as deep as she could, almost swallowing her slim hand. "Something is holding him back... and that holds us back... don't stop soon we'll kill ourselves..."

Diane looked into Dr. Curtis' pleading eyes and tried to put it together. She looked over at Jesse who was still frantically trying to get Rick's soft cock into her dripping wet pussy. Dr. Curtis was on the floor frantically masturbating, unable to orgasm. Col. Brewer stayed where he was, his cock still hard, but he had obviously cum numerous times.

"Synaptic loop..." Curtis moaned. "Check the scope..."

Of course! Diane checked her instruments; she had stopped monitoring when the implant was cut. Right away she saw a problem with Rick's brainwave pattern. She could see pattern rising, hitting a plateau and receding slightly only to repeat the pattern again. She could also see the temperature in his cerebral cortex increasing along with his pulse rate and blood pressure.

"The synaptic sedation is blocking his arousal!" Diane shouted excitedly through her mask. "But I can't sedate him any heavier, if I do his heart will stop!"

"No!" Curtis sobbed. "Bring him around!"

"I can't!" Diane answered in a panic. In his state, if he should get loose, who knew what would happen. Surely Jesse and Dr. Curtis would become some sort of Breeder controlled sluts. "I can't risk you and Jesse!"

"If you don't..." Curtis gasped, her chest heaving, "It'll kill us all..." Elizabeth leaned her head back and cried out as she continued to frantically masturbate.

Diane thought for a moment. It made sense didn't it? The Breeder's brain was stuck in sort of a feedback loop. The implant forcing a sexual reaction in his body, the sedation capping it and so on. If the women were connecting with him on a psychic level, they too would be in a similar loop. After one last look at her readings, and at her distressed co-workers, the young brunette made her decision.

Diane entered the keystrokes into her laptop and watched as the anesthetic signal started to decrease. On the brain activity monitor she watched as the brainwaves hit the plateau, receded, hit it again, receded, then exceeded slightly.

She heard Curtis let out a long moan of relief, and of pleasure. Her face wore a blissful look of arousal, and satisfaction. "It's better than I even imagined." Curtis glowed, enraptured by the physical and psychological effects of the Breeder. "It's better than the best orgasm I've ever felt. My body came, but I can feel myself going even higher..."