"So as you can see from these results, we're extremely close to perfecting Cupid's Arrow."
Harry's hand shook slightly as it pointed out a few graphs. Chemical ratios, hormone levels, yields, all of the information seeming to blur into a haze of indecipherability. He was hopeful, if sweating under his collar, as he seemed to have gotten through the pitch. Then one of the men at the meeting table leaned forward with steepled fingers and uttered those dreaded words.
"That's not what we heard."
Harry sighed inwardly. Here it came.
"We heard something about an intern?"
With a practiced motion Harry clicked to the desktop on his laptop and opened up one of the folders. After being caught having to drag through some fairly personal stuff for these pictures he made sure at every other pitch he had them ready.
"Minor matter really just a, y'know, lab mix up, these things happen right?"
The things that happened loaded up on the projector, causing a gasp to rise up from the men at the table.
"She was, erm, a new intern at the lab... Didn't follow proper procedure and accidents happen right?"
On screen were two pictures. On the left a slim, tanned, smiling young woman with small square glasses and lab coat with her brown hair in a loose ponytail. On the right was a picture of a girl just recognisable as the pleasant girl on the left. She appeared to be sitting against the back of a hospital bed. Most of her body was obscured by a gargantuan pair of breasts, easily the size of beach balls, resting on top of her soft thighs. A thick curtain of hair cascading from her head obscured everything else.
Harry sighed and clicked ahead. A video started on this slide. He watched the men on the table shift uncomfortably as an orgasmic squeal echoed through the small meeting room.
The giant-breasted woman from the previous slide was spreadeagled on the bed, her colossal boobs sliding off either side of her chest and stomach and jiggling as she pushed a large dildo hard into her pussy. It was more obvious now it was not only her breasts that had grown - her plush buttocks shook slightly and her hips appeared to be twice as wide as they were before.
She drove the dildo into herself to the hilt and screamed as her back arched, her breasts shaking violently as she came and came. When she finally stopped, panting, pushing a lock of sweat-sodden hair from her face, she fell silent for a few heavily laboured seconds before giving a tired moan and starting to move the dildo again. Her hand came up and pushed up against her breast, clearly showing the heavy resistance of its weight, and guiding her nipple into her mouth.
Her wobbling tit-flesh muffled her screams as the hand moved down her body and started to push her clit hard against the dildo as it thrust which, the board members could see as they leaned in even close, appeared to be heavily swollen.
The next slide was just some information documenting the rapid growth of her breasts, hips, buttocks and the heightening of her libido over the course of a few minutes.
"I must remind you gentlemen that this was an unintended test! The aphrodisiac was not ready for human testing at this point, but with just a little more money and some time we could have it ready, we're almost there..."
"What happened to that poor girl?"
"Cupid's Arrow is currently a fairly concentrated mixture of powerful hormones intended to heighten libido and sensitivity, like I explained. She was exposed to an undiluted dose not intended for even animal testing, let alone human. It was an accident, an isolated incident..."
"Where is she now?"
Harry sighed again. Try as he might to redirect the flow of the meeting he could tell by the uncomfortable shifting in the room that all thoughts were currently on the huge-titted slutty intern.
"Mental hospital."
The man who originally asked the question answered the question for Harry, pulling out some paper. Oh God, they've got the information already...
"According to this, the hormone flood irreparably damaged her mind and sexual control. She's basically brainless at this point, and her doctors say it's unlikely she'll ever recover. She essentially spends her entire day either masturbating or sleeping. More than a few of her workers have been charged with assault, given what they're always working around and that she, well, literally cannot say no to sex."
"Well, I-"
"The doctors also say that the hormones were so concentrated that they've kickstarted her own production of them. The effect is never going to wear off or go away."
He folded the paper again.
"Mr. Rosenberg, you honestly expect us to invest in this freakshow? You've destroyed a young woman's life with an "accident" and you think you deserve more funding for your "ultimate aphrodisiac"?"
"Yes sir, but we..."
"No buts, Rosenberg. We're not paying you a cent. Find someone else to finance your sick fantasies."
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A very dejected Harold Rosenberg slumped out of the office lobby. That fucking intern bitch had ruined another pitch! From the moment that story went public his patrons had cut off his research grant for the project.
Cupid's Arrow, he called it, a mixture of certain compounds and hormones designed to trigger instant arousal in almost anyone, along with increased sexual sensitivity. It was his project, the ultimate aphrodisiac, one which would replace every other drug on the market. And, once people found that having regular sex was incomparable with having sex on Cupid, well, they'd just keep buying.
He sighed. That was the idea, anyway. Harry had taken liberties with his story about the girl's transformation, but clearly not enough.
