Okay, I admit this series is becoming a guilty pleasure of mine. It's ridiculous and yes, I messed up in Part 2, naming the main character 'Brad' instead of 'Brian' - I'll fix it later. Apologies for the shoddy editing. I almost considered changing his name again, just to prove the point it matters not in this utterly silly fantasy... but I settled back on 'Brian.'
I'm still hoping this is a fun story for those into over-the-top, never gonna happen and never should happen, fantasy... but I am spitting them out faster than I probably should. Forgive any errors. Cheers, and thanks for all the support lately. It means a lot.
Please go back and start at the beginning of the series if you haven't read it already. It'll serve as a barometer to if you want to read this one.
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"Brian, I think we're going to have to go at this a different way," said Heath. "We've been hacking at this for months going nowhere."
"And I could really use a break," I said.
It was true. For four months now, I had been subjected to daily blowjobs from Laura. Not to mention the occasional ones I got from the other girls. This, coupled with having to jerk off in a cup almost every day, sometimes multiple times a day... well, I just needed to give my penis a rest.
"Why don't you take a week off," said Phil. "All of us. We'll come back refreshed and have the whole team sit around the conference table. We'll discuss our findings, or lack thereof, and possible future approaches, before continuing on. Sound good?"
Laura overheard and seemed displeased she would go a week without the benefits of sucking me off, but Janice seemed empathetic. She'd been listening in on the whole conversation, too. The one time she sucked me off, that poor girl had to be taken home in a U-Haul. Her poor tits were so heavy she could barely stand. Thankfully, the effects always wear off within 24 hours or so.
"You deserve a break," said Janice to me, before turning to the others. "I'll send out an email to everyone that we're taking next week off, and we met back in the conference room at 8 a.m. the following Monday.
Staying home, away from the chaos and stress of work, and secluding myself from the world was the best vacation I could ask for. Being the center of attention all the time is wearing. By the time Sunday rolled around, I must have watched three dozen movies, cooked every day for myself, and even finished a couple books. I realized I hadn't spent one second beating off or getting serviced by some woman. I really hoped that when we re-examined how we could further test and monetize by mutant sperm, it would involve me beating off a lot less.
Usually, when I walk in at 8, I head straight to my office where Laura is waiting to suck me off. I didn't even bother heading there now. Hopefully, today would mark a real change.
"Oh, hi Brian," said Janice, when I pushed through the conference room doors. Phil and Heath were already there, and just as I found a seat to the left of Janice, Laura, Jennifer and one of my other bosses, Karen, strolled in.
Janice coughed and tugged at the top of her blouse. "Well, okay then. Everyone is here. Shall we get started?"
Jennifer sat to my left and Laura and Karen now sat across with the two men in the room.
Phil raised his hand. "Let's address the obvious. Our goal is to discover a way to synthesize Brian's sperm to put it into a pill form - or any form, for that matter - that would allow women to receive the same benefits as if they sucked him off. That is, they get a temporary breast enhancement."
Heath was kind of rolling his hands, indicating every one in the room knew this, so to get on with it, but Phil liked to be thorough.
"Is it hot in here?" asked Janice, interrupting, while unbuttoning a couple of buttons. With her huge tits, she already exposed a decent amount of cleavage. Now the top third of her breasts were practically spilling out.
"Yeah, it is a bit, I think," said Jennifer. "But you don't have to strip," she laughed.
Phil shook his head and continued, "Under the microscope, we've discovered not one thing different between Brian's sperm, and the sperm of any other healthy adult male."
I noticed Jennifer reached up and gave her left breast a light squeeze. "Healthy adult male..." she mumbled. I turned to Phil and Heath to see if they saw what I just saw, but by then Jennifer had put her hand away.
"However, when ingested in its natural state, Brian's sperm is... well, according to Laura and the other girls now... delicious. Yet the two men we hired to come taste test it did not find it appealing at all."
That was true, we had done all kinds of taste tests these past months.
"Um, guys?" interrupted Janice. "Do you mind? This... uh... "
"Yes, what is it?" asked Phil.
"I'm uh... just feeling a little strange... hot. I need to cool down or I am going to pass out."
"Do you need to lay down?" I asked, leaning in closer to Janice. As her chair was next to mine, I was able to touch her on the shoulder. "Are you feeling sick?" I asked.
She looked at me. "No, not sick. Just, um... guys, I need a minute."
Janice abruptly hopped up and ran out of the conference room. The rest of us were stunned by the sudden departure.
"She is right, you know," said Karen. "This room... or something... it's making me kind of hot."
"Me too," said Jennifer. "but not like hot hot. You know..."
"Thank God I'm not the only one," said Laura. "Jesus Christ!" Then Laura quickly pulled her purse off the floor and began digging through it. "I sometimes use this when I get too horny, but it has never been needed more."
All the men in the room jaws dropped as Laura procured an eight inch vibrator, with clitoral stimulator and all. Within seconds, she had stripped herself of her skirt and panties and was leaning back in her chair.
"Oh my god, I really need to fuck someone right now. I don't know if this is going to do it!" Laura then rammed that vibrator, and not before turning it on maximum, right into her open pussy, to the disbelief of everyone in the room. Well, the men, anyway. The other two women seemed to be getting as turned on as Laura, and they both began undressing.
"Damn it!" screamed Heath. "Brian, did you do anything different?"
"No! I swear!" I was being completely honest.
"Come on, you had to have done something! How else to explain this phenomena?"
"I swear, Heath. I haven't even beaten off in a week. I came straight here. I didn't fuck anyone or show anyone my dick all week!"
While I protested, Laura rammed herself with the vibrator, while the other two girls finger-banged themselves. I tried not to let it distract me from the conversation. I didn't want to get in trouble again.
"Wait a minute," said Phil. "So you're saying you haven't had any sexual release in a week?"
"Yes!" I yelled.
Heath and Phil looked at other and paused. Then, Phil said, "Pheromones."
Of course, it hit me and I stated as much, "You think my pent up sperm is somehow affecting these women? They all seem to be craving the need for intercourse."
