A commission from one of my awesome Patrons. Standard disclaimer applies: this story contains graphic depictions of erotic scenarios, so act accordingly! All characters are over eighteen, all situations are entirely fictional, and any resemblance to any real-life individuals or situations is entirely coincidental. Copyright Fidget, 2025. All rights reserved. Enjoy!
Gympregnation
by Fidget
Chapter 2, Part 2
I was so engrossed in my detached, objective scientific observation of the video feed that I jumped in surprise at the sudden sound of pounding on my car window.
I looked up to see a cute redhead about my age in a tight workout outfit. I assumed she wanted to ask why the gym was locked, so I opened my window a few inches to respond.
"Hi, can I sit in there with you for a minute? I don't have my keys." From her voice and the way she kept looking over her shoulder, it seemed like she was afraid of something.
I gave her a brief once over, thinking that it was too bad that she hadn’t made it into the gym before my experiment began, since her nice, thick thighs and tight torso would have made for an especially satisfying breeding experience for one of the many potent, cum-spewing meatheads inside.
In the meantime, however, the girl took my silence for agreement, ran around the car, and started pulling at the door handle.
I unlocked it temporarily, intending to tell her that the gym was closed and that I was quite busy at the moment, but before I had a chance to speak, she quickly opened the door and slipped inside.
"Thanks so much! I forgot to bring my keys with me when I escaped!"
I soon noticed the strong smell of the girl's sweat filling the car, almost as though she'd just come from a workout. Her scent was unexpectedly pungent, and oddly familiar.
Wait, what had she just said? "What do you mean, escaped?"
"Well, I had just finished on the elliptical, so I went to the bathroom for a few minutes, but when I came out, everyone had gone crazy! People were making out and taking their clothes off and one couple was even" -- she leaned in, her green eyes wide as she whispered conspiratorially -- "having sex! Right there on the front counter!
“I knew that whatever was happening I needed to get out of there, so I slipped out the window in the women's locker room as soon as I got the chance.”
I scolded myself mentally for not anticipating other escape routes and planning countermeasures. "Did anyone see you leave?"
"I don't think so. They seemed too, um, distracted to notice me." Good If she was the only subject with the wherewithal to escape, it was unlikely that anyone else would inadvertently spread my formula to the rest of the town.
I noticed that the redhead's nipples had stiffened and were now visibly erect through her workout bra. I could guess why, thinking wistfully back to a time when my own nipples had had that same dangerous reaction to my formula. It had felt so nice at the time, my feminine body getting all horny and submissive so that I'd let DT breed me. But now my anonymous stud was gone, and I couldn’t find him.
Anyway, this girl had clearly marinated in the cocktail of pheromones filling the gym for long enough that she had been affected in spite of her efforts to escape, which meant that even here in the safety of my car my formula was still exerting its insidious influence. She wouldn't be able to stop herself from growing slightly more aroused, slightly more submissive, slightly more fertile.
Luckily for her, now that she was outside the gym the effects should plateau as soon as her body finished processing the pheromones she'd already been exposed to. She'd be pleasantly mellow and horny for a few hours, but she'd be no worse off for the experience.
I should note that I wasn't at all worried about my own safety. Even if the strong scent filling the car was my impromptu guest producing her own pheromones -- which I doubted, given how briefly she'd been inside -- there was no way they'd become strong enough to significantly affect me by the time my formula's effect on her body petered out.
Either way though, I knew that I needed to get rid of her; if not for my own sake, then for the sake of my experiment. I couldn't have her snooping around my car, asking why I happened to have a live video feed of the orgy she'd just escaped from.
"Well, I'm glad you were able to get out of there safely, but I'm a bit busy at the moment so I'm going to have to ask you to leave-"
"What?! I can't go back out there! You don't know what it was like!"
What was it with people interrupting me when I was right in the middle of an experiment?! "I'm actually right in the..." I began again, but fell silent when it occurred to me that this was a good chance to gather some data on the female version of the formula. Maybe I could let her stay for another minute or two.
I observed that my new companion's respiration was starting to deepen, causing her plump breasts to rise and fall noticeably with each breath. Somehow her arousal was continuing to grow: the cloud of pheromones inside the gym must have been even thicker than I'd anticipated. At least my formula's effects appeared to be working as intended, making the cute girl's body and mind increasingly receptive to the idea of mating. By this point she was probably wondering why she was so turned on, and she might even be dealing with some intrusive thoughts featuring nice, thick cocks.
For most people it would be awkward sitting this close to a woman whose body was so obviously preparing itself for sexual intercourse, but I was a scientist, and therefore above such silliness. Also, her sweat didn't smell as bad as I'd initially thought. It was actually kinda nice -- sweet and fruity and feminine.
"What's your name?" I asked in a sudden, uncharacteristic burst of camaraderie. I still planned to kick her out of the car in a minute or so, of course, but that was no reason to be rude in the interim.
"Oh, uh, Cherry."
An appropriate name, I reflected, given how delightful she smelled.
Cherry's nipples were still fully erect and clearly visible through her tight, stretchy top, and she was beginning to squirm, squeezing her thighs together and sliding her toned legs against each other as her body continued to succumb to the pheromones she'd been exposed to. I made a mental note to recheck my formula and potentially dial the potency back a bit -- with the limited amount of time she'd been in the gym, there was no way that she should be having this strong of a reaction from just breathing it in for a few minutes.
Still, that was a problem for another day; right now I was enjoying chilling with my new girlfriend. It struck me how lonely my life as a scientist had been, but that was the path I'd chosen for myself. And in any case it was only the weakness of the female body my brilliant mind was trapped in, with its haphazard collection of evolutionary instincts and impulses, that made me desire all of this unnecessary contact with other people in the first place. It was the same weakness that had gotten me held down and bred a year before. Still, regardless of how irrational it was, the social animal part of my monkey brain seemed to be on overdrive right now.
Given the nice, calming effect that Cherry's presence was having on me, I was surprised when my own nipples suddenly perked up as well, growing stiff and sensitive completely without warning. My breasts were significantly larger than they'd been the previous year, swollen and full of milk thanks to the pregnancy hormones having their way with my body, which meant that, now that they were erect, my large, distended nipples were easily visible through the stretchy fabric of my own sports bra. Still, with the pleasure spreading through my chest, radiating outward from the uncomfortable tightness at the tips of my tender mounds, it was clear that I had begun showing signs of sexual arousal as well.
So much for Cherry's pheromones not being potent enough to affect me. Escaped subject seems to have somehow received a strong enough dose of formula to trigger her own pheromone production. I wasn't quite sure how it had happened, but in any case cute little Cherry here had succumbed to the point where she had begun unintentionally spreading her condition to the women around her, and, unfortunately, the only woman currently around her was me.
Still, I knew that human noses could be surprisingly sensitive when it came to certain chemical signals, so even though Cherry's pheromone production should be extremely low given the amount of formula that she'd been exposed to, it was certainly possible that my own nose was sensitive enough to detect what little she had begun producing, especially in the confines of my car.
This also explained the unexpectedly strong attachment to Cherry that I'd developed. I had designed my current formula to encourage women to group themselves together so that the effects could spread more easily between them, but that meant that I too was now finding it increasingly difficult to separate myself from my new female friend. And, now that my body was adding pleasant arousal to the mellow comfort I was already experiencing in Cherry's presence, it would probably only get more difficult to get rid of her the longer I was exposed to her delightful scent.
Obviously, I knew I needed to get her out of my car as soon as possible before I was exposed any further, but this sudden tightness in my nipples was pleasant and exciting. I had learned the previous year just how much my weak, instinct-driven female body enjoyed becoming sexually aroused, and even now I could feel the tingle that had tightened my swollen nipples spreading through my body in a wave of pleasant warmth, threatening to work its way down to the much more persuasive - and impregnable - pleasure center between my legs.
Meanwhile, my own breathing was deepening to match Cherry's beside me; clearly my body was looking forward to the slick, satisfying waves of desire that came with having an aroused vagina, and I knew that soon, whether I wanted to or not, Cherry's pheromones would force my labia to swell and my pussy to lubricate so that I would be ready to mate. Submissive, horny, and fertile -- that was the effect I'd programmed the women affected by my formula to have on each other. I needed to act now.
Still, I didn't really feel like exerting the effort of kicking Cherry out right this instant for some reason. It was much more fun to just sit here and talk to my cute new friend as our bodies tingled with pleasant physical arousal. It all just seemed so harmless; it wasn't like she was a man who could enslave and breed me like DT had. Cherry and I could enjoy getting horny together like this practically risk-free.
I didn’t notice that I had started leaning over toward her, unconsciously trying to get more of her strong scent into my nose so that it could make my tingly body feel even better.
“What are you doing??” Cherry asked when she noticed how close I had gotten, her beautiful green eyes wide with surprise and confusion. The visible flush of arousal in her cheeks and lips, so close to my face, along with the rhythmic heaving of her breasts, made her look absolutely stunning in that moment. Really, the guys inside didn't know what they were missing.
Still, she was right, of course. This was pretty odd behavior on my part. What was I doing?
“You, uh, you smell really good," I responded dumbly. It was the truth, after all, and I wanted to tell my new friend the truth.
"Oh," she said simply, as though that were a sufficient explanation. I didn't pull back though, and for some reason Cherry was content to just sit there calmly and let me inhale her fruity aroma. I noticed that there was a faint note of spice in her scent, one that I couldn't quite identify, but one that my body seemed to like a lot I leaned over even further, trying to get a bit more of that exciting note into my nostrils, where it could be analyzed and translated into a chemical compulsion for my body to obey.
My nose brushed lightly against her cheek, and Cherry suddenly turned and kissed me full on the lips. Rather than pulling back, however, I just sank into the kiss, and our bodies tingled together with the excitement of that first touch. Cherry's lips were full and luscious, and from what I could tell she liked mine as well -- just a couple of girlfriends enjoying some light, innocent fun with each other, searching for an outlet for the sexual desire burning hotter with every passing second in both of our bodies.
Finally, Cherry broke contact and pulled away. “I'm sorry, I don’t know what came over me. I’m not, um, you know.” By this point the cute redhead was so turned on that she was audibly panting, and I couldn't tell whether her cheeks were bright pink with embarrassment or arousal. I could feel the heat in my own face as well, but I knew that mine wasn't from embarrassment.
"It's ok," I said. "I enjoyed it." I wanted her to do it again.
“You know, you’re kinda starting to smell really good too…” She smiled shyly as she leaned back in for another kiss.
I happily prepared to meet her lips with mine, but alarm bells were going off in the back of my head at what she'd just said. If I was starting to smell good, that could only mean that I had somehow begun giving off enhanced pheromones of my own, which shouldn't be possible. Clearly whether it was possible no longer mattered at this point, however; the simple fact of the matter was that I'd somehow absorbed enough of my formula from Cherry's fruity scent to not only grow horny and submissive myself, but to begin producing my own compelling chemical instructions in return. The cloud of pheromone funk in the gym must have thickened at a rate that dangerously exceeded my predictions for Cherry to have had such a strong effect on me.
And, now that Cherry could smell me, my presence in the car would soon start making her even hornier, more submissive, and more fertile as well, whether I meant to or not. As I had learned all too well last year, I was just as susceptible to my formula's effects as any other woman, and, just as they had been with Cherry, all of the chemical processes now taking place within my body were completely involuntary.
Even worse, all of this also meant that my own response must be significantly further along than I'd thought. I really needed to be careful: the changes to my body chemistry could trigger ovulation any minute now, which would leave me vulnerable to impregnation by any man I was unlucky enough to run across in my current state.
I leaned back in to meet Cherry's lips anyway. She just smelled so good, and I needed an outlet for all of the sexual arousal flooding through me all of a sudden. My entire body quivered with excitement when we made contact the second time, and I felt my pussy come alive with the first of its insistent demands for some deep, intimate stimulation. I still knew that I should kick Cherry out of the car, of course, but I also knew that if I waited a few minutes so that I could enjoy the warm, addictive arousal that came from being this close to Cherry’s body and its factory of pleasant chemical compulsion, I’d probably be fine.
A few minutes of delightful making out later, my nipples were throbbing almost painfully against my stretchy top, and my vagina's tingling had grown steadily stronger. I was feeling delightfully warm, swollen, and moist, and from Cherry's enthusiasm I could tell that she must be feeling much the same, if not moreso.
Maybe this is what I've been missing, I thought dreamily to myself as our tongues danced. Instead of risking pregnancy and all of the other potential negative consequences that came with fucking men (other than DT, of course), I could just do things with women to relieve all of my sexual tension! It didn't occur to me that I usually had little to no sexual tension to relieve in the first place, and that I normally wasn't interested in men or women.
As we slowly explored more of each other's soft, curvy bodies in between kisses, I found myself especially drawn to Cherry's armpits, which, my objective, data-oriented mind concluded even as I continued to inhale her fascinating scent, made perfect sense. My sensitive nose was unconsciously drawn to the place where her pheromones would be thickest, so that they could make my body as tingly and aroused as possible.
Oddly, however, I also found myself drawn to Cherry's left arm and cheek. My nose kept making its way back there, and each time it did I was rewarded with a concentrated dose of the spicy note I'd detected earlier, a musk that filled my mind with flashes of powerful muscles and disembodied phalluses, all tinged with an aura of unrestrained sexual aggression that was becoming more appealing by the second. Every hit of this spicy perfume triggered an exciting additional burst of submissive femininity that my body just couldn't seem to get enough of for some reason, and it soon became clear that the effects were cumulative.
By this point I had fully relaxed into Cherry's arms, forgetting my earlier worries, but I was rudely and unwillingly shocked back into full awareness once again when all of the scattered information my powerful brain had been unconsciously sorting finally clicked into place. There was only one reasonable scenario that could account not only for my odd attraction to random parts of Cherry's body, but for her unexpectedly high levels of arousal and the extent to which I was succumbing to her pheromones as well.
“Cherry, did a man happen to grab you before you escaped?”
“Oh! Um, yes, actually," she responded, and I felt my heart sink. "On my way out my good friend Chuck -- or, at least I thought he was my friend -- grabbed me and pulled me against him, saying that he needed me. I remember that he smelled really funky too, like he hadn't showered in a few days, but somehow even worse than that. Anyway, I pushed him off and ran into the locker room, and that's when I found the window I escaped from."
She cocked her head to the side, and she looked so cute in that moment that I had to resist my urge to dive back in for another kiss. "In hindsight, though, I kinda wish that I’d stayed a bit longer. I, uh," -- she blushed at this intimate confession to her close girlfriend -- "I think I'm kinda developing a crush on him.
"Oh, is that bad?" She asked after seeing the look of horror on my face, but I wasn't listening anymore.
This was so much worse than I'd thought. Cherry hadn't just breathed in a few isolated pheromones floating around the gym in the early stages of my formula's spread; she'd been directly exposed to the skin of a male who had already fully succumbed, and had been coated with a dangerous amount of his pheromone-saturated sweat in the process -- sweat that would continue to evaporate into the air and make her into more of a submissive, horny broodmare with each inhalation, increasingly fixated on letting herself be impregnated by the very man she'd tried so hard to escape from. Cherry was already lost; she just didn't know it yet.
Even worse, I'd been sitting here like an idiot breathing in Chuck's disgusting meathead pheromones this entire time, all while knowingly making myself more receptive to being impregnated with each potent inhalation of Cherry's fruity essence. By this point my traitorous body was feeling predictably excited by this horrible news, all warm and tingly and receptive, and while that could just be a combination of the stuffiness of the car and my arousal from Cherry's scent, it could also be the spicy, insidious influence of "Chuck". Even now my own body could be well into the process of not only betraying me, but my beloved DT as well. I wasn't even on birth control this time -- the thought of not being ready to be impregnated when I saw him again was inconceivable.
At the moment, however, the possibility that I might allow someone other than my darling DT to fuck another baby into my soft, breedable mommy body was becoming more likely by the second, and that horrified me.
More than ever I needed to get Cherry out of my car as soon as possible, before the secondhand male pheromones on her body had a chance to really start affecting my judgment. They were clearly already affecting my body, and the last thing I needed now was to let myself become infatuated with a aggressive male in the throes of an artificial mating rut, with balls uncomfortably full of hyper-mobile sperm.
Still, Cherry's soft breasts and hips and lips against my sensitive skin felt so... nice It was so tempting to just continue necking with my sexy redheaded minx and ignore the risks; even after what had happened last year I was still supremely self-confident in my will power and objectivity, and it would be a serious hit to my pride to admit that the situation was actually starting to become dangerous for me.
My weak, odious female body, however, was loving every second of what was happening to it, as it grew softer, meeker, and more feminine by the second. This was what it was designed to do, after all, and the combination of neurotransmitters, endorphins, and other chemical enticements I had carefully designed to trigger specific, involuntary evolutionary behaviors had left my breedable little pussy on fire with lust and craving intercourse.
There was no time left - I had to do something.
Just as I was steeling myself to act, however, the situation was unexpectedly exacerbated when Cherry’s arousal got the better of her and she abruptly pulled up my stretchy athletic top, allowing my large, naked breasts to flop out right there in the middle of the car. Apparently she'd become increasingly fixated on my big mommy milkers over the past few minutes, telling me later that they'd started giving off a delicious scent of their own, all sweet and creamy and irresistible, and so as soon as they were exposed she bent over to take one of my stiff, swollen nipples into her mouth, and began to suck.
Her eyes widened in surprise when my painfully full breasts gave way to the pressure and squirted a burst of my sweet milk into her mouth, but she soon calmed down and settled down to suckle. I just sat there and let her do it, overwhelmed with sensation, no longer able to move or resist as the surprisingly erotic sensation of Cherry draining my full, swollen teats flooded my pussy with arousal even as I flooded her body with my milk.
Once I’d become accustomed enough to the wonderful sensation of her sucking on my tits to put two thoughts together -- and not noticing that I'd begun squeezing my thighs around my increasingly needy pussy in response to this newest stimulation in the meantime -- I suddenly realized why Cherry was so fixated on my breasts. By this point the potent combination of Cherry’s and Chuck’s pheromones would have fully worked their way through my postpartum body chemistry, and the fact that I was lactating would mean that not just my sweat, but also every mouthful of my sweet breastmilk, would be full of my own body’s own unique spin on my formula.
And not only that, I realized as my brilliant mind breezed through the relevant organic compound combinations -- it seemed likely that my breastmilk would concentrate the formula, meaning that Cherry was now receiving a much higher dose than she normally would through the pheromones released into the air from my sweat alone. In hindsight I should have anticipated this reaction, but at the moment all that mattered was the fact that every mouthful of my dosed milk was making Cherry’s craving for sexual domination at Chuck’s hands many times stronger, and that by this point her curvy body must be crying out to be bred.
And yet she continued to suckle, and I continued to let her.
The air of the car grew almost cloyingly sweet and fruity as Cherry's feminine musk strengthened in response to the concentrated dose of formula she was imbibing, and as I felt my own body beginning to react more strongly to her increasingly potent scent as well, it occurred to me that, in effect, my own breastmilk was indirectly programming me to become even more submissive and breedable myself.
At that thought I felt a worryingly familiar wave of exciting femininity course through my body. It wanted to get fucked, and if it got me bred in the process, well, so much the better. I was running out of time.
And all the while the spicy scent of that virile male continued to fill the car. I couldn’t avoid it. I knew I needed to, but I was so turned on by Cherry's lips locked around my erect nipple, and that extra note of musky spiciness from Chuck’s addictive scent only added to the intense excitement of our nursing session.
Eventually, however, I began to notice that I was feeling oddly... incomplete... while Cherry continued to suckle, as though something important were missing. I found myself wishing that Cherry weren’t quite so soft and feminine, and instead had some hard, powerful muscles that she could use to hold me down and have her way with me.
I was aware enough to recognize that I was becoming dangerously fixated on Chuck, but rather than use that realization as a catalyst for getting myself out of this situation, I instead found myself thinking about how sexy he must be, about how we would be perfect together and that he’d take good care of me, if only I would submit and give his body the pleasure we both craved.
I knew that Cherry must be feeling the same way I did, especially since she was further along in her response to the formula than I was. I felt a sudden swell of sympathy for my cute, curvy girlfriend. She hadn't asked for any of this, but at this rate it was becoming effectively inevitable that she'd let herself be held down and impregnated before too long.
Almost prophetically, she pulled away at just that moment, and I could tell that her meek, lovestruck bedroom eyes were no longer for me.
“This is really nice and all, uh, whatever your name is, but I really need to go find Chuck. I know now that he’s my soulmate, and that once I'm with him everything will be ok. I should have realized it while I was inside, but for some reason I didn’t, and so now I need to go be with him. I need him to… take charge. He’ll know what to do with me.”
I knew exactly what the fertile hottie wanted Chuck to do with her, of course, even if she didn’t yet realize it herself. Her mind was telling her how romantic it would be to rush in and have him sweep her off her feet, but her body was preparing to coax Chuck into inseminating her vulnerable womb.
I knew because I was beginning to feel the exact same way; my knees quivered a bit as I thought about how powerful Chuck’s arms would be, how easily he’d be able to hold me down and make me submit to his masculine virility. But I also knew that I couldn't under any circumstances let myself go into that gym. I told myself that the formula would wear off inside in just a few hours, and then I could let my wonderful Chuck out and be with him forever. In the back of my mind, of course, I knew that that by then my own desire for Chuck would have worn off as well, leaving me safe and sound. It was a flawless plan.
I redirected my attention to my cute little redheaded friend, wanting to do what I could to save her from herself.
“Cherry, you can see what’s happening in there,” I said, pointing to the incredibly pornographic scene on my laptop. “If you go in, whatever's affecting them might affect you too!” That is, she’d immediately succumb to the scents of all of the other men as well, and within minutes they'd fill her with sperm and turn her into just another brainwashed, impregnated gym bunny. Just like DT did to me, I remembered dreamily, trying not to think about how tempting it was becoming to let Chuck do the same thing.
“Oh, I’m not worried about that. I only want Chuck, and I just know that we’re destined to be together.” Wow, the combination of my breastmilk and Chuck’s residual pheromones was really doing a number on Cherry. I was feeling the same way, of course, but I was at least aware that it was a lie. That my aroused, increasingly fertile body was telling me anything it could to convince me to let myself be held down and inseminated. Again.
Anyway, Cherry had made up her mind, and it quickly became clear that nothing I could say was going to dissuade her. Unexpectedly, however, that actually made it easier for me to do what I knew had to come next.
I had to send Cherry back inside the gym, for my own sake.
I knew that in all of our heavy skin-to-skin contact some of Chuck's pheromones must have rubbed off on me as well, but hopefully the effect would be weak enough that I'd be able to continue resisting. Cherry could go rejoin the orgy and become the submissive, impregnated datapoint my formula had destined her to become, and I could stay safely in my car, jilling my insatiable female body into oblivion as I imagined Chuck's massive arms holding me down and pounding his enhanced masculinity deep into my receptive, breedable pussy.
It was a perfect plan, and now I was sure that I'd get out of this mess with my body and mind intact.
“Cherry, can you fit back through the window you came out of?”
“No," she said sadly. "It’s too high.”
Ok, so she couldn't get herself back into the gym by herself. I'd have to unchain the entrance. Still, that was only a small complication, so I opened the car door with renewed confidence, and, with Cherry following meekly yet resolutely at my heels, I walked up to the front door of the impromptu baby factory.
I calmly unlocked the padlock that I'd sworn to myself that I wouldn't touch for the next four hours, unwound the thick chain that separated my vulnerable female body from the dangerously seductive orgy taking place inside, and pulled the door of the gym open.
A thick, nearly visible cloud of coital stink billowed out, engulfing the two susceptible women where we stood at the door, and suddenly two pussies that had been merely dripping with arousal were gushing with an intense, overwhelming need to breed.
Still, I steeled myself to do what must be done, and put my hand on Cherry's muscular bubble butt, preparing to push her inside, rechain the door, and retreat to my car to masturbate myself into merciful oblivion.
Everything would have been fine, if not for my sweet, stupid Cherry.
“Look, there’s CHUCK!”
Oh no My knees immediately went wobbly, and my vagina somehow gushed even more lubrication at the mere mention of his name. My physical arousal would now be clearly visible in the crotch of my gray workout pants. I found myself hoping that Chuck would notice. I swayed on my feet - everything that had been so clear a second before was now covered in a haze of murky, horny confusion. Cherry, what have you done?
LEAVE! I screamed silently at myself, but the promise of Chuck was too strong for my submissive, horny female body to resist any longer, and so instead I found my hand tightening on the squeezable softness of my new friend's bubbly backside as I meekly followed her into that miasma of mating musk, that seductive, horrible, irresistible hell of my own devising.
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