Brooke Ch 01 3

Everyone in this story is over the age of 18.

Brooke could not get out of bed before cumming at least five times. Five times was her limit before she got overstimulated. She sighed in frustration as her fingers circled her clit but all she got was a tingling from her pussy.

"Damn it." She pulled her hand away and licked her wet fingers. She sighed again. Twenty-two years old. She was supposed to be at her physical peak with all the energy in the world. Instead, she was exhausted and jacking off in bed.

She got out of bed pulled up her panties and put on a clean enough sports bra. She squeezed her small breasts. A 32A on a good day. She pushed them to the center of her chest. She let them go, put on a t-shirt and pulled on a pair of jeans. Classes started today and she didn't want to be late.

Clearwater Private College was a mix between its brutalist architecture that went up when the university was built in 1968 and the gigantic plastic tarps covering the in-progress additions to the buildings. Brooke kept looking at the map on her phone. She kept zooming me in on the out of date photos to try and find her bearings.

"So Voss Hall should be here..." Brooke pointed at one of the plastic tarps. Brooke looked down at her phone as she started walking. A gust of wind blew and threw Brooke off balance. She landed on her right knee, dropping her phone and book bag.

"Ouch!" she yelled. Brooke quickly scrambled to sit up and gather her things. Her phone screen was hopelessly scratched up. She checked on her knee. She had a skinned knee and she had torn up her favorite jeans. Brooke stuffed her phone in her pocket and gritted her teeth.

"Goddamnit." Brooke looked around to make sure no one had witnessed the fall. Everyone was consumed by their phones or talking to their friends. No one paid her any attention. Brooke gingerly got to her feet and hobbled away.

Brooke entered room 422 for her first class in Voss hall. There were only five students there who did not look at her as she came into the room. She found a seat at the back of the room and searched through her bag to try and find a band-aid. Students slowly filtered in and the room was soon filled with conversation. Brooke got out her notebook and her pencil case. Suddenly there was a loud slamming noise. Brooke looked to the front of the class. It was professer Ann Tidings. She was beautiful. She had long light brown hair in a bun. She wore a skirt suit that fit her shapely body. She was one of those women who seemed like she had the perfect hourglass shape naturally. She had green eyes with golden flecks. A plush, pouty, glossy red mouth was being tapped by perfect red manicured nails that matched her lips.

"I'm so sorry for the loud noise. I just want to get your attention quickly." Professor Tidings picked up the heavy book she had dropped onto the table. Brooke's eyes fell on her breasts. She guessed she was a large c cup. They stood up high on her chest and looked perfectly round. Brooke's knee pain was long forgotten. She would have been salivating if she was in the privacy of her own home. She knows that now was not the time to be horny around women in authority.

"Today, we will be going over the syllabus and your first assignment which will be completed in class." There was a collective groan from the class. Brooke crossed her legs and squeezed trying to suppress the wetness that was starting to pool between her legs. Professor Tidings began to pass out the syllabus. Her breasts bounced just slightly as she walked down the aisle. Brooke kept her head down looking at her notebook but watching professor Tidings out of the corner of her eye. A drop of sweat dripped down Brooke's forehead as professor Tidings moved closer and closer. When she was finally next to her desk Brooke got a full look at her breasts. Professor Tidings nipples were hard and big. The top under her jacket was low-cut and Brooke could see the curve of Tidings breasts'. She had to be wearing a bra. Brooke reasoned that maybe Tidings was cold or the bra was ill fitting. It could not have been more than 20 seconds but it felt like that Tidings had lingered by her desk for more than a minute.

Tidings finished passing out the syllabus and went back to the front of the room. She began to go through the syllabus and Brooke intently focused on her breasts. Suddey she was poked in the back. Brooke turned around. She came face to face with a girl with short black hair and brown skin.

"Can I borrow a pencil?", said the girl.

"What?", said Brooke.

"Do you have a pencil I can borrow?"

"S-sure.", Brooke handed the girl her a pencil.

"I'm Siri."

"I'm Brooke."

"What're you doing after class?"

"Probably trying to find my next class and then lunch."

"Excuse me ladies!"

Siri and Brooke snapped to attention.

"There will be times to make friends after class is done.", said professor Tidings. "For now, please pay attention. This is for your benefit as well." Tidings made eye contact with Brooke. Brooke tore her eyes away and stared at the syllabus. Brooke felt another poke at her back. She turned around again. Siri was offering her a band aid. Brooke took it and quickly put it on her knee.

Siri followed Brooke out to the hallway once class finished.

"Listen, I appreciate the band-aid but I just want to find my next class. I'm not having a great day."

"We don't have to get lunch or forma stufy group right now. Just give me your phone."

Brooke handed over her phone. Siri turned it over in her hand.

"You're really hard on this thing, huh?"

"I dropped it once!"

"Hey, hey don't worry." Siri tapped on the phone and handed it back to Brooke. Brooke stuffed the phone into her pocket. Then Siri leaned in and gave her a bear hug.

"I'm sorry you're having a bad first day. It'll get better. Call me when you're feeling up to doing something." Brooke tried to return the hug by awkwardly patting Siri's arm. Siri finally pulled away and ran down the hall. Brooke could feel herself blushing.

At the end of the day Brooke made her way to the college's library. The library was her favorite place to relax at the end of the day. It was warm in the winter, cool in the summer and she could work late into the night. As she made her way over to the cushiest seats in the library a flyer caught her eye. She walked over to get a better look. It was on the student opportunities board.

'Do you want a paid opportunity that will work with a busy student's schedule? Are you willing to stay overnight at our college's sleep labs? This is an experimental study to test the effectiveness of a new sleep medication. Eligible students will be paid $80 a night.'

The flyer had several tabs with an email on it. Brooke ripped off one of the tabs, sat down in a cushy chair, and sent off a quick email from her phone. Within five minutes she got a response.

'Dear Ms. Smith,

We would be very pleased to have you join our study. We will begin tonight. Please bring your pajamas and a change of clothes. We look forward to meeting you.

Sincerely,

Dr. Diana Young'

Brooke stared at her phone in wonder. She thought they were desperate for participants. She rubbed her skinned knee and contemplated her good luck.

At 7:30 PM Brooke stood in front of the experimental sleep lab attached to the science building. It was probably the largest and newest building on campus. It was all glass and shiny metal. It was a contrast to the rest of Clearwater which looked medieval by comparison. Brooke had done some research Diana Young PhD. She had fundamentally transformed the experimental programs at the college. Suddenly, the lab was churning out studies and drugs that had provided relief for various medical conditions. The upshot of this was the new grants and private contracts had increased the budget of the lab. They were now bringing in more money than the entire football program. And now Brooke would be a part of it if she was chosen. She pulled her duffel bag close to her body and entered the building.

The first thing she noticed was the various college students sitting in the lobby. Brooke found it strange that there were only college girls in the lobby. They were all different shapes, sizes, and races. Brooke counted sixteen in total. She noted that none of the girls were looking at phones or any laptops. She looked around.

"Excuse me, may I help you?" Brooke made eye contact with a woman sitting behind a glass desk. Brooke quickly walked over.

"I'm here for the study." The woman smiled at Brooke who took in the woman's appearance. She had blonde hair that she wore in a high ponytail. She had on large, gold hoop earrings. Brooke was immediately drawn to her breasts. The woman wore a tight powder blue top that showed off impressive DDDs.

"Name please." Brooke snapped out of it and looked at the still smiling woman.

"Brooke Smith."

"Nice to meet you Ms. Smith. I have some paperwork for you to fill out, which you can give to the nurse and I will need all electronics."

"Why?"

"We want to ensure everyone's privacy and the technology we use is very sensitive. We to have the cleanest results possible."

"Oh ok." Brooke took out and place her phone and laptop on the desk.

"Thank you." The woman placed the electronics into a file cabinet behind her. To try and avoid looking at the woman's breasts again Brooke looked at the glass desk.

"This is a beautiful desk. It's so shiny."

The woman placed a clipboard on the desk.

"I'm glad you like it. It was one of the things we bought when we expanded the building." She leaned forward so her breasts laid fully on the desk. She reached out and brushed Brooke's arm. Brooke could feel goosebumps forming all over her body.

"My name's Gigi, I'm sure we'll be getting to know each other better." Gigi pulled her arm away from Brooke. "Now, go finish the paperwork" Brooke walked away and found a chair away from the other college girls in the room. She studied the paper intently. The first page was normal, asking for family medical history and if the potential test subject was taking any medication. The next couple pages were much stranger. They asked about personal sexual history, fetishes, previous relationships. Brooke was completely tripped up by the last two questions.

'How often do you masturbate?'

'Would you like to experience stronger, longer orgasms?'

Brooke was close to putting nothing down but instead put down her daily masturbation schedule and put down yes to the last question. Brooke set down the clipboard on the seat next to her and stared straight ahead. She felt like she was there forever before she heard:

"Ms. Smith." Brooke looked up and saw a nurse wearing green scrubs. She grabbed the clipboard and rushed over to the woman. "Nice to meet you Ms. Smith." The nurse looked through the paperwork. "I'll show you to your room for the night and we'll take some vitals." Brooke followed closely in the footsteps of the nurse as they walked through the sleep labs. Brooke looked left and right. She saw various college girls in the rooms getting ready for bed, having their vitals taken by a nurse, or already sleeping. One of the nurses caught her looking and pulled the blinds.

"We're here Ms. Smith." The nurse opened the door to a sleep lab at the end of the hall. Inside, the room had two large square mirrors that hung opposite the bed. The bed itself did not look much like a hospital bed. It looked nicer. The bed was queen sized with several large goose down pillows with blue and white bedding. "I'll let you get changed and then I'll come back to take your blood pressure." The nurse exited the room. Brooke looked around for a moment and then jumped into the bed. It was comfortable but firm. She could feel it conforming to the shape of her body. She rest her head against the pilllows and closed her eyes for a moment. She breathed in the smell. The pillows did not have an antiseptic hospital smell. They smelled liked the freshest lavender. She knew the nurse would be back soon so she sat back on her knees and took off her bra and shirt all at once. She shook out her brown hair and wiggle her breasts.

Unbeknownst to Brooke she was being watched from the one way mirrors and the hidden health monitors that were taking information about her heartbeat, her lungs, and her level of arousal. Two figures intently watched as Brooke pull off her pants and revealed that she went commando.

"Interesting nurse. I would not expect that from someone so meek." said Dr. Diana Young.

"She also had an unusual reaction to Gigi."

"Oh?"

"There was a strong spike in arousal. She began to produce the mix of musk and testosterone that you have theorized about."

"Interesting. Any thoughts as to her rather small stature and the lack of any cross sex abnormalities?"

"If she is the one then maybe she just has room to grow."

"Alright, give her the normal dose tonight. A double dose before she wakes up in the morning. If there is good progress tonight then a triple dose."

The nurse walked over to Diana Young who was sitting and watching Brooke. Her eyes had never moved away from Brooke since she had stepped into the laboratory. She had watched Brooke's journey from the lobby to the sleep lab. She was squeezing her right breast while working her clit with a vibrator. The nurse leaned over to nip her neck and to further unbutton Diana's shirt. She moved from Diana's neck, kissing her way down and sucking the swollen nipple into her mouth. The nurse pulled away, making sure a string of saliva connected Diana's nipple to her mouth. Diana had a squirting orgasm. She did not blink and her steady, even breathing did not change.

"May I join you after giving Ms. Smith her injection madame?" Diana looked at the nurse who was licking her lips. She then looked back at Brooke as she pulled her top over her pink nipples.

"No, I want to enjoy myself alone tonight. You can have Gigi or one of the other girls." The nurse kissed Diana deeply and then left the room. Diana unbuttoned her shirt and pulled out her other breast. She contemplated ripping off her bra entirely but thought better of it. That would be a privilege she would bestow on patient zero. The air had changed once Brooke had entered the building. All the relevant people had noticed the musk that Brooke did not yet know she produced. The women who had been taking the fertility drugs and the modified female ejaculate were acting as predicted. In the first week they fucked their husbands, boyfriends, and even girlfriends nonstop. Their libidos had increased exponentially. But gradually they lost interest in their significant others. The weak cum of the male homo sapien could not give the children or the breeding they desired. They were waiting for their bull.

Their bull would give them the huge broods the women hungred for but the bull could also bestow the gift of the cock onto whoever they wished. Brooke was either patient zero or they could exploit the musk she produced to stimulate the real patient zero. Diana took down her hair and laughed. Money and ethics were no longer of any concern to her. She could get whatever she wanted out of the college's president once she hooked up to a cock milking machine 24/7. She started up her vibrator as the nurse entered Brooke's room.

"Good evening Ms. Smith. Do you want anything before you go to bed? The nurse placed a tray with a syringe full of a sparkling crimson liquid, some gauze, and a blood pressure monitor.

"I don't know if I want anything. I'm honestly just kinda nervous."

"That's perfectly normal. Please lie back on the bed."

The nurse took out the blood pressure monitor which was actually a maching to detect Brooke's musk. There was a slight increase after she had been in the room for a half hour. The musk had now exclusively concentrated in this room. It was good that they had kept Brooke separated from the others or they would have tried to mount her. The nurse placed the monitor back on the tray and took the syringe.

"This will numb your arm as it goes in. You are going to feel sleepy. Don't worry too much, we will be monitoring you throughout the night."

"It's such a beautiful color."

The nurse took ahold of Brooke's arm and injected the normal dose of the enhanced testosterone. Even before the bottom of the tube was reached Brooke's eyes were fluttering. The nurse smelled Brooke's wetness. It filled the air and mixed with the musk. She was filled with visions of a huge men with a four foot long cock taking a woman at a breeding pace. As the man slammed into the woman her oversized breasts and hips wiggled. She was like a fertility totem come to life. She could see the cock moving in and out of the woman's stomach. Yet, the man was not in control. The woman was milking him for what she needed. She pulled the needle out of Brooke's arm. The last thing Brooke said before she fell into a deep sleep was "Touch me." The nurse stumbled out of the room with her tray. She had to find Gigi so she could drink from her enhanced pussy.