Had it really only been five weeks? To Erica Rivers, it felt as if it had been over a year since she'd first entered the Bullpen. Thirty-four days earlier, she'd stepped into the Observation Room a ball of a nerves, a button-down, sexually conservative introvert. Her breasts had gone from a B-cup to a double D, her voice had dropped a quarter octave, and she had actually grown three inches in height in just the past month, but the biggest changes had happened not physically, but emotionally and psychologically.
Erica lay stretched out on the clinically-white floor of the Bullpen. She was stark naked, her hair mussed and her body coated in a glistening sheen of perspiration. Though the lights in the room were dimmed, Erica's bewitching green eyes were still wide open, the girl lying on her back and staring up into the empty space overhead. It was her own form of twilight, the moments between orgasm and slumber, and her fingers were still contentedly running across the smooth skin of her stomach. She was more than slender, her narrow waist providing a stark contrast to her ample bosom, the former a product of a controlled diet and mandatory exercise, the latter a product of biochemical enhancements.
Erica's breasts were, in a word, perfect. They were immense, round, and entirely symmetrical. Her nipples, still excited from her recent sexual activity with herself, stood straight out and up into the air. Of course, Erica and those who had watched the past few weeks would have been hard pressed to remember a moment when the girl's nipples hadn't been rock hard. The nipples themselves sat at the center of a pair of luscious, brown areolas, each of which sat higher on Erica's breasts than perhaps normal – their positioning, even before the deuterotone-induced breast augmentation, giving a bit more visual heft to the underside of each tit.
The girl's pussy was bare, completely devoid of pubic hair, allowing the juices upon her still-engorged labia to glimmer all the better in the weak lighting. Since first masturbating beneath the Bullpen's shower on the thirteenth day of the deuterotone experiment, Erica's vagina had been the near-constant center of attention, her pastime inside the small room and out. One could argue that it had held her rapt even before that late-night self-pleasure session, as Erica had been unable to concentrate on anything other than her own carnal need a week before succumbing to her animal desires. From that point forward, however, the dark-haired girl guessed that she had gotten herself off, on average, about nine or ten times per day. The video footage would provide a more concrete number, but Erica estimated that she'd made herself cum a total of over two hundred times, either with her fingers or with the toys that had been left as gifts for her, and her twat. The number seemed unfathomable, but given twenty-two days since that first instance, and little else to keep her busy, Erica knew the sum to be fairly accurate – even if didn't include the three times Wendy Milne had eaten her out (at two hundred bucks a pop, no less), the night she'd spent with Colin and Jamie Eggert, and the day with Hannah Cho just three days earlier.
She had stripped for her science, bared her body to save her company time and money, shed her clothes in order to establish her own reputation as a biochemist. Though Erica had been a last minute stand-in for the twenty-one-year-old girl originally slated to undergo the experimental deuterotone treatment, she couldn't imagine not being her own guinea pig at this point. She couldn't imagine still living in the same rigid manner in which she had conducted herself for twenty-nine years. She couldn't imagine still timidly retreating into herself in the presence of another person. She couldn't imagine how she'd have been able to carry on without discovering herself, discovering her body, and discovering the joy of true sexual release.
Erica fantasized again about being on the end of Colin's cock, sliding up and down upon it, both their bodies wet with Erica's fluids. She remembered the sweet taste of Hannah's pussy, her tongue delving deep inside her friend as Hannah's explored the inner folds of Erica's own, the two girls locked in sixty-nine. And she nearly came again, recalling when she'd leaned back on the ops desk, her ass mashing the keyboard beneath her, and for the first time let another woman – Wendy – lick her to orgasm.
But Colin was married. Hannah was engaged. And Wendy, well, Erica doubted she'd be paying the peroxide blonde's service fee once she had access to the unsuspecting population of Avon, outside the ConnPharm walls. She'd be released by four or five o'clock tomorrow afternoon, and even though the dark-haired girl was dreading the thought of resuming her daily life, she was salivating over the thought of retiring to bed the following evening with an unknown gentleman. Perhaps two. Three?
It made Erica sad, honestly, to think that this Sunday evening would be her last in the Bullpen. She had brainstormed for reasons to remain in the room – a few last tests, a few extra readings. She had wondered what experiment she could run in the next few weeks or months that would require her to return to her current confines for even a few hours. Both scenarios were unlikely, however, as she and her partner, Noah Forsythe, would be finished with early analysis, and be moving quickly forward on Phase One trials. Even if she were able to convince Bill Forrester and Natalie Hart that she required the company's expensive scanners in order to sequester a female test subject inside, it wouldn't be her. Her Category F eligibility expired the moment Hannah had first injected her with deuterotone, and it would be a full twelve months before Erica would be allowed to apply for reinstatement. And, truth be told, with DD-cup breasts, it was unlikely that Erica would be granted any more breast enhancements.
She had, however, planned on getting a breast reduction – at least until about two weeks earlier, when things had fallen apart with Tom. Sure, she'd contemplated keeping her enlarged chest before then, but never seriously. In the initial aftermath of agreeing to be her own test subject, Erica had planned on having the reduction the day after being released from the Bullpen, ensuring that Tom wouldn't see what she had done to herself. As her tits grew, and her bodily desires grew along with them, she thought about letting him see them once or twice before having them reduced. But now, Erica was firmly in favor of keeping them. They were, after all, a testament to her scientific success, the fruit of her labor over the past few years. And, more than that, the thought of eyes upon them - upon her body, as she walked through the mall, or down the street, or down the very halls of ConnPharm – only served to lubricate her twat that much more than usual.
She craved sex now more than she ever had, her whole life through. Not fingering herself. Not toys. Not cunnilingus. Erica needed flesh-and-blood penetration in a way she needed air to breathe. Her night with Colin only served to remind her what she'd been missing in the weeks she'd been inside the Bullpen, and away from her boyfriend. The prospect of being released, as the hours dwindled inside the walls of ConnPharm, further stimulated the girl, as she knew exactly how she planned to spend her first night free – even if she didn't know with whom. Each second ticked by slowly, as the girl pictured her imaginary lover deep-dicking her from behind, from the missionary position, from beneath, and from a few other positions Erica wondered were anatomically possible.
It was a double-edged sword, of course. The girl longed for a man to be inside her, but she remained anxious about leaving her current environment behind. If there were another subject, an Adam to her Eve, she was sure she could remain blissfully in captivity for the foreseeable future. The Bullpen had been her prison, but it had also been her cocoon. It had changed her physically, emotionally, and psychologically, leaving her more aware of herself, more aware of her desires, and more aware of her own personal, sexual fetishes. Erica Rivers had grown in more ways than she had first intended.
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The door to the Bullpen slowly rumbled open as the steady, gentle hum of the TW emitters powered down. The recording device had been up and running for thirty-five days straight, but the deuterotone experiment had drawn to a close, successfully. The five figures waiting in the Observation Room were exposed to the outcome of all their hard work over the previous five weeks, as Erica Rivers stepped naked from the darkening room, her enormous breasts on display for all.
The deuterotone that had been injected into Erica had elicited a second puberty, of sorts. Her breasts had grown, most noticeably, but her chest wasn't all that had been chemically enhanced in her physique. Standing 5'7" when she first entered the Bullpen, Erica left now at 5'11". And her voice was deeper, huskier – a product of expanded vocal chords. She had been attractive before the experiment, if conservative in dress and demeanor, but in the weeks between first day and the last, she had become every inch the embodiment of male fantasy – long legs, huge tits, narrow waist, and an unquenchable sex drive.
It was a few minutes before five when the experiment officially drew to a close, and a small get-together had been convened to celebrate the team's accomplishment. A larger event was being planned for the following night in the ConnPharm function hall upstairs, where company directors, executive management, significant stockholders, and fellow ConnPharm employees would gather to applaud Erica, her partner Noah Forsythe, their lab assistants, and the technical staff of the Bullpen who made the whole experiment possible. But tonight, only Colin Eggert, Noah Forsythe, Jake Rinaldi, Natalie Hart, and Hannah Cho waited for the naked girl to step from her prison. Two bottles of champagne, and a collection of wine glasses sat on the lunch table to one side of the Observation Room.
Some measure of privacy had been awarded to Erica at the start of the experiment, Noah and Colin waiting patiently for the girl to strip while averting their eyes at the ops desk. No longer; both men were as comfortable around the naked girl as she now was with them, both men smiling at the sight of their bare-skinned friend. Hannah Cho and Jake Rinaldi were both new additions, and the latter leered a bit more than anyone else in the room but the staring didn't unnerve Erica. In fact, it only served to feed her lust.
