Phonication III: A lab Accident

Several months before the start of the fall semester...

Peter was tired. He had been working in the chemistry lab all summer. Having just graduated with a chemical engineering degree from Hyde University. Unable to find a job, he went back to grad school. So here he was, in a chemistry lab at the tail end of another wasted summer. Helping further someone else's research. Peter's participation would, of course, look good on future resumes. but it didn't lessen the sting much knowing that his name wouldn't really be featured prominently in the final report.

The graduate chemical engineer was despondently looking at his iPhone. It was brand new. The latest model. A present from his parents for graduating with honors. He had always been smart, but no amount of intelligence could help a rookie in the private sector. Several of the apps on his phone showed notifications vying for his attention. No one, especially not a person as young as Peter, could escape the allure of social media. It was like a drug that everyone knew was bad, but no one seemed to care. Everyone willing to put up with anything for that next dopamine hit.

Tapping and viewing a few of them. Peter didn't really find anything of note. Well nothing of note unless you count the hot Insta-babes who seemed to enjoy showing themselves off like porn stars. All for money and attention. He sometimes wondered where the world was heading with such teases so publicly available. Though, he had to admit he'd grown a little obsessed with a few of them. Jessica Weaver, Amanda Elise Lee, Courtney Tailor, and Savanah Rehm were just a few from his list of favorites. They all seemed so kind, perfect, and – most importantly – hot! What reason was there to try looking for a girlfriend or pay attention to his current one when these girls seemed desperate for his attention? They were hot! Was there any other reason needed to want to give yourself over to them?

Just as Peter felt himself starting to need to go to the bathroom for some private time with his Instagram feed, a timer went off. Peter jolted back to full awareness as he sat up from the fetal like position he was in to look at his phone. Looking around he quickly realized that the last batch of the chemical had finally finished. He walked over to the large vat of chemicals he was working with and stopped the alarm and called out, “Hey Chris, it's time!” to his lab partner. Thank goodness he wasn't doing this by himself. If he had been doing this by himself, he wasn't sure he would have been able to control himself with all the notifications he got from his Instagram feed.

While still looking down at his phone and playing a game, Chris stood up and took a few slow steps towards the container. He grimaced, shook the phone in frustration, then tossed it onto the counter. Chris' phone hit Peter's stack of school supplies which included notebooks, textbooks, and his phone. The pile of supplies were nudged so that they were just barely over the edge of the counter. It had been a long day followed by a long night. Both of them wanted this to be the last time they had to do this.

The two chemical engineers bent at their knees like they were doing a squat. Each wrapping their arms around the large old vat so that their hands could lock together around the two large metal handles located on either side of the decaying cylindrical container. Both Peter and Chris were too tired and bored with the whole process to pay much attention to lab safety protocol. They just wanted this to be over with. If that meant cutting more than a few corners, who would care? Certainly not Dr Calum. The man wanted things done. He didn't seem to very much care how they were done or what it took to do them. So long as he couldn't get in trouble for anything bad that happened while he was looking the other way.

The two didn't bother with any spot checks or inspections before starting to lift the container of experimental substance. The stuff was supposed to help with birth control or something. Peter didn't really care at this point. He just knew the stuff was packed full with female hormones. Some mix that was supposed to stop a woman from getting pregnant but without all of the terrible side effects. Carrying the vat was something the two of them had gotten used to over the past few weeks of constant experimentation. Being the only two in the lab most of the time meant they were free to do as they will. They had grown complacent. No events had led them to believe they needed to be concerned about how they handled things in the lab.

As they moved the vat the two of them could feel the liquid inside shloshing around. They slowly started to move the vat across the lab to the testing area. They followed the same path they always had. This path forced them to carefully navigate between two immovable lab countertops. Peter was always the one to go backwards through the tight gap. The chemical container was too wide to fit and required the two to lift the container above the countertops. As they slowly shimmied the vat through the gap they didn't account for Peter's pile of notebooks and supplies and knocked them off the counter. The pile of academic supplies – including his phone – scattered everywhere around Peter's feet. Upon hearing the crash of pens, pencils, and papers hitting the floor the two stopped. Delicately balancing the vat - standing straight up - on the two countertop edges the vat couldn't fit between, the two took their hands off to start trying to clean up the mess.

However, just as they were doing so, Peter managed to step on a pencil causing him to trip and fall backwards. As he started to fall, Peter reflexively reached out an arm to the container. Trying to grab hold. He succeeded, but his legs were already out from underneath him. As he fell, he brought the container tipping over with him. He was lucky enough that the container didn't fit between the two countertops, so it only landed on its side balanced balanced between the two lab surfaces. However, the old piece of equipment had seen better days. It quickly cracked open on the side now facing Peter on the ground. The substance inside the container immediately burst out and covered Peter and all of his academic supplies and phone. Chris did nothing but step back in shock and watch in morbid curiosity at what was happening to his lab-mate.

Peter writhed on the ground being completely covered in the thick oily blackness that had escaped the confines of the chemical vat. The substance bubbled with heat; however, it didn't seem to be burning Peter. To Peter it felt warm and pleasant, like a warm blanket had been draped over him. The mass of experimental chemical had a thick mud-like consistency. Even so Peter futilely tried to breath; but all he breathed in was the chemical that now covered him. The substance moved; collecting itself on and around Peter's body. As it did so Peter's movements slowed and soon stopped as if he had collapsed. It was then that the mass of experimental black substance started to shrink.

Peter's body tried to keep the liquid out, but it was a futile effort as the liquid seemingly forced its way in through his mouth and nose. The liquid ran down his esophagus and airways; finding its way into every part of his body. The pain was intense, though only for a moment. Soon the pain stopped and was replaced with a warm contented feeling. This feeling was quickly followed by intense pleasure. Something was happening! Something awful! Something Amazing!

Peter could feel it. His bones shifting; unguided by his muscles. His muscled convulsing; unguided by his nerves. His nerves lit up with an electric thrill of pleasure as the substance oozed further and further into his body; quickly being absorbed by his skin. As his body consumed more and more of the chemical, more than just his body shifted. His consciousness seemed to be pushed to the fringes to make room for something new. It felt like his mind was making room for some new entity he was now pregnant with. Peter was still 'there', but not in control. Something, no, someone else was growing inside of him. With an explosion of pleasure that felt like nothing else, Peter's consciousness gave birth to something new, something terrifying. Peter felt minuscule in comparison to this new consciousness that now shared his mind.

'Mmmmmmmmph' was the pleasure filled moan Peter heard in his head. Peter's mind couldn't help but shudder in ecstasy at the sound; as if the sound was pleasure itself. The feeling terrified Peter. He was no longer in control of his body or even his mind. Was he going insane? 'Yessssss!' came another moan of pleasure from the new entity now residing in Peter's head.

'Wha... Wha... What... a-are' Peter stammered in reply. He felt trapped in a space that was growing smaller and smaller with each passing moment. 'Wh.. Who.. are you?' Peter finally managed to get out through the terror and pleasure that gripped his shrinking thoughts.

A sultry slutty twang replied 'I am you, Peter.' He could hear the smirk even though he couldn't see it. 'And I'm better than you, don't you think?'

'Wha... What? Better... I... I don't know...' Peter stammered yet again with uncertainty. It was as if his confidence was shrinking with his mind.

'Ha! You know nothing, Peter! You're small and weak. You couldn't stop being obsessed with those Instagram models even if you tried! You were so obsessed that you couldn't even find a job so you had to come crawling back to school! Though I should thank you for that, because this place is going to be mine very soon!' The new persona cackled, 'Everyone will forget about you, I'll make sure of it. Now give me my body.' Peter could only whimper as he felt himself starting to disappear.

Chris couldn't believe what he was seeing. This... This shouldn't be possible. And experimental chemical didn't just... just... just transform someone. Chris stood by as the last of the black substance finally started to disappear; being absorbed into Peter's seemingly lifeless form. He was even more transfixed as an intoxicating scent started to fill the lab. It smelled like... like... strawberries.

As the substance disappeared it revealed a form that was entirely different than what Peter's had been. Instead of the male form of Peter, what remained was that of a woman, and a hot one at that. One of the hottest girls Chris had ever seen. The female body that used to look like Peter moved slowly, startling Chris; causing him to take a few half steps back. A slutty pleasure filled moan escaped the girls mouth. It was like she was waking up from a long night filled with luxury, fun, and self-indulgence.

Her body was entirely naked. It was slim yet still rounded just enough to make her soft and supple. Her face was framed by seemingly perfect golden blonde ringlets that went down to the middle of her back. She slowly brought up her knees followed by sitting up, revealing her perky round breasts and beautiful face. Her lips were puffy and pink while her eyes were a bright sky blue. As she sat up she looked around like a lost puppy. When she spotted Chris she gave a disarmingly suggestive smile that hinted at entirely too many things. Things that she wanted to do for him. Things he would have to repay. Chris shook his head, trying to snap out of his trance. Then he heard her.

“Hey there, won't you help me?” The sound of her voice sent tingles down his spine, “Chris come on. Help me up!” She said with a pout. Chris acted without thinking; walking over to the nude girl on the ground and offered his hand. She smiled in response; Chris could feel his erection harden instantly. Was there anything that he wouldn't do for this girl? Her smile quickly turned into a wry smirk as she took the proffered hand, thanking him.

“We'll need to... Uhm... Find you something to wear Peter.” Chris said, “So that we can, uhh, get you to the hospital.” His voice was filled with uncertainty. Mainly because he was standing in front of a woman who could easily be an Instagram model.

“Ugh, don't call me that! That name is disgusting!” the girl said with a look of disdain on her face. It soon changed to a neutral face as if she was staring at something behind Chris. A wicked grin appeared on her face as she said “Call me... Priscilla.” At her words Chris felt as if he was about to faint from how hard his erection had gotten.

Chris stammered and strained to get out his next words. “ugh... uhm... right, Priscilla.” Why couldn't he... why couldn't....

“And I don't need to go to the hospital. If you're eyes can't see that I'm perfect then you must be either worthless or blind, probably both.” Priscilla said, her words filled with venom. Chris managed to look more dumbfounded then he already was. Why was his cock so. Fucking. Hard. “Oh wipe that dumb look off your face!” She said and landed a hard slap across his face that him backwards.

“Ugh, you're so pitiful.” Chris couldn't seem to react, he just looked at her with lust in his eyes. His erection more than obvious in his pants.

Seeing his erection, Priscilla was disgusted at first. But as she looked at it, she realized how horny she was. Ordering him around and taking over Peter's body had left her soaking wet. She gave a wicked smile. 'Might as well see what I can do' She thought to herself. Kneeling down in front of him, she easily undid Chris' pants and pulled down his underwear to reveal an average sized cock that was red and straining harder more than anything. She gave it quick couple of licks, and as she was doing so the rigid pole throbbed, like it was about to cum. Chris had a pained look on his face like his cock was being held right at the edge of orgasm. This just made Priscilla smirk, sending another series of painful throbs through Chris' cock. She gave his cock's head one last long lick and then proceeded to take the entire thing all the way to its base.

“Oh... Oh my... god! What are you doing?!” Chris moaned out as he just leaned back and let it happen. He didn't completely understand why it was happening but there wasn't a whole lot he could do. The blowjob she gave him was long and pleasureful, yet he still couldn't cum. The way Priscilla used her tongue... And her lips! And just the way she looked into his eyes... like she was... was... controlling him! She just kept going. Like she was slowly sucking his soul of him. By the time she was done with her blowjob Chris looked like he was about to pass out. That was when she stood up, pushed him to the ground, and pushed herself down on his cock.

Priscilla started her fuck with slow strokes up and down. Lifting her soaked pussy up and down Chris' cock. It now just throbbed consistently as he moaned lowly needing release. She soon sped up, a look of pure twisted bliss on her face. One hand reached down and rubbed her clit while she bounced up and down the first cock she had ever fucked. Her hand rubbed furiously at her clit until she hit the point of no return.

Her orgasm was intense. Or rather her orgasms each had an ever increasing intensity. Each one bringing more pleasure than anything Peter had ever felt when he still had control. Chris on the other hand groaned loudly as he was finally able to cum. His cock twitched and throbbed as his balls emptied inside of her until he then passed out on the floor.

“Hmmph, well you're not completely worthless.” Priscilla muttered to herself as she stood up off of his cock. His semen slowly working its way out of her pussy. She quickly stripped him of his clothes, made due with what she could and put his clothes on. Before she left the lab she found Peter's phone on the ground. The screen flickered oddly. Its screen had cracked from its fall earlier and it looked like it had been doused with the experimental chemical. She opened Snapchat and took a selfie.