The Incredible Adventures of Estro-Jen and Testoste-Ron

[thunderwing]

First time posting in this forum, but I figure this is where it goes:

Jen and Ron are the only two volunteers for Human Sexuality professor Melina Daskalakis's latest sex-periment. In a few hours, they'll be having the best sex of their lives - and destroying half the campus in the process...

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Professor Melina Daskalakis arrived at her Monument University lab, fashionably late. She ran her hands through her thick mane of dark curls, making it look just the slightest bit unkempt, and unbuttoned the top button of her tight blouse. Perhaps her charges would imagine that she was fresh from a tryst with one of her many lovers, instead of eating a turkey sandwich in her car.

Yesterday, she’d given notice to the class, letting them know they’d receive a generous bonus on their next exam if they participated in her latest experiment. Of course, the bonus was a mere formality – if her past experience was any guide, she could charge admission and still get a bumper crop of volunteers.

She did teach a course on human sexuality, after all. Test subjects were rarely hard to come by – man or woman, everyone wanted Melina Daskalakis to conduct some sex-periments on them. Once she had a student in her lab, they were hers to command, even if it meant donating fluids, hooking up electrodes to sensitive body parts, or watching the strangest pornography known to man. She was a pioneer in cutting-edge sexual research, and she owed it all to her deep pool of sexy lab rats.

Preparing herself to select only the finest specimens, she opened the door…and saw two people.

They did look vaguely familiar, but she didn’t remember them. She usually zeroed in on the more sexually-charged students as potential test subjects, and these two were decidedly not them. There was a nervous-looking short white guy, and a gawky Asian girl who looked either vaguely bored or vaguely stoned.

She craned her neck, making sure that nobody was hiding behind the lab equipment.

The boy spoke up. “Yeah, we’re it. Sorry, Professor.”

The professor sighed. “I have to admit, I was hoping for a bigger turnout…or at least a sexier one. No offense.”

“It is Friday night, Professor. All the sexier students are probably busy,” suggested the girl.

“…isn’t today Thursday?”

The guy piped up, helpfully. “Remember, Monday was a holiday.”

“Damn it. Well, you two just earned yourselves an extra three points on your final grade, and if you hand me in an adequate journal in two weeks, I’ll make it five.” She pulled out her clipboard. “So you two are…?”

“Ron. Ron Jorgenson.”

“Jennifer Park. So, uh, we’re just filling out a journal?”

“Yes! Plus one other very little thing.” She opened up the lab fridge and extracted two vials full of clear liquid. “These are samples of very, very mildly irradiated sex hormones – testosterone for Ron, estrogen for Jennifer. I am going to inject them into you, and you are going to record the next two weeks of sexual experiences – sexual thoughts, sexual dreams, masturbation sessions, and any actual sexual encounters – in these journals.”

Ron arched an eyebrow. “What is this going to do to us?”

“They’re going to very, very mildly stimulate your erogenous zones. I anticipate no more than a 10% increase in baseline sexual desire. Now, please roll up your sleeves.”

…

Jen and Ron walked out of the lab building, rubbing their sore arms. As they strolled back to the student centre, Ron tried to make small talk. He didn’t know many people on campus, and Jen seemed nice.

“So, uh, why’d you volunteer for this?”

Jen shrugged. “I guess I thought it might be fun. My roommate was in her class last year, and she had to watch bondage porn with electrodes hooked up to her nipples. And that’s not something I’m really into, but it’s college, right? Plus I didn’t really have any other plans apart from getting high and watching Spongebob. This kinda sucks, though. Not looking forward to telling the professor I had another sex dream about Michael Shannon.”

“The mean army guy from Shape of Water? With the bug eyes?”

“Yeah, I dunno. I kinda just want him to yell at me.” She tried to change the subject. “So how about you? I get ‘secret science kink’ vibes off you. You probably wanted the professor to put on the rubber gloves and palpate something.”

“No, not really. I just…I volunteer for basically anything that might boost my grades, because I have to get the best grades possible. If I flunk out, I have to go back to Cedar Rapids to work at the family business.”

“Is that so bad?”

“Five Seasons Carpeting. Do you like carpeting?”

“Not really. Does anyone?”

“No. Nobody does. This is my only chance to not spend the next fifty years upselling people on the double-shag.”

She patted him comfortingly on the shoulder. “I was like you, once. Was.”

“What’s your secret?”

“Video games and weed. I haven’t worried about anything in like two years.”

He cast his eyes downward. “I don’t really play video games. And I’ve never taken, uh, drugs, and I definitely wouldn’t know who to even ask.”

“Well, you know, you come back to my place, we could hook up…uh, I mean, I could hook you up. With video games and/or weed.”

They both chuckled, nervously – and neither would admit that they had definitely been thinking about it. Without even noticing it, they had started holding hands.

Ron stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, and grabbed Jen around the midsection, holding her close to him. She could feel he was hard. “I’m glad we did this…I mean, I got to meet you, and you’re really pretty.”

She was glad he couldn’t feel how wet she was.

She swallowed hard. “This is gonna sound weird, but I really want you to kiss me. Like, as hard as you can.”

He did, and she grinded her body into his, bracing herself against a light pole to get better leverage.

She didn’t notice that her fingers were digging into the metal.

After what seemed like an hour, they separated. Jen’s heart was fluttering. Ron had somehow become the sexiest man she’d ever laid her eyes on, and judging by his dilated pupils, he was thinking the same of her.

She was almost embarrassed to be this aroused in public, but Ron just felt like…everything she needed right now. “So I was thinking. We need something to write in the journal, and we would both have something to write in our journals…if we just…tore off all our clothes and fucked for the next six hours.”

He seemed relieved, but still nervous. “That’s a really good idea. That’s such a good idea. You’re so smart. Do you, uh, wanna go to your place or mine? Oh fuck, I should have vacuumed…”

“I don’t think I’ll make it to either place – I don’t know what was in that shot, but it feels like my fucking ovaries are on fire, and if I don’t come soon, I think they’re just gonna…pop out of me.” She pointed at the nearest car parked on the street. “Maybe if we just make out on that car…for now.”

She sat down on the hood, able to feel every detail on it through her leggings. Ron crawled on top of her. They mauled each other’s mouths as their hands wandered all over each other. Ron’s hands wandered up her shirt and grabbed a handful of boob, eliciting a moan from her, as well as some curiosity about how he had more than a handful to grab.

She tried to take his shirt off, but found it ripping on its own, as Ron’s muscles tore it to shreds. She ran her hands and tongue over his muscular chest, only faintly noticing that his skin had started to take a blue tinge. She tried to pull off her own, but flexed right out of it, leaving her in her woefully-inadequate bra. Before her very eyes, her burgeoning tits, now an unnatural shade of orange, overflowed its minuscule cups before it finally, mercifully, snapped off.

“More,” she whispered, reaching down to his fly.

She was foiled, however. Her hands felt thick and clumsy now, and Ron’s jeans were not cooperating. They were too tight for her to even slip her hand in!

“Stupid pants.”

She grabbed a fistful of denim and pulled, shredding the entirety of the garment and leaving Ron in his badly-strained boxers. Seconds later, his burgeoning thighs, ass, and, most excitingly, cock snapped them off, leaving him fully nude. Her leggings and panties followed shortly afterwards, finally strained to their limit.

She nodded in approval, as her hands encircled the monstrous organ. “Good cock.”

Ron was confused. “No…no, this is wrong…my dick shouldn’t be this big, or blue...”

“Looks good with orange. I took color theory”

“…why are you orange?”

Oh god. She was orange. Not orange in the bad-tan sense, but orange in the “new flavor of Mountain Dew” sense. Screaming radioactive tangerine orange. In addition, her hair was lengthening and gaining in volume until it rivaled even the professor’s leonine mane; unlike the professor’s, however, hers was turning an alarming shade of neon green.

Jen had long ago made peace with her body. She was a little on the skinny side, and not particularly blessed with any sort of curves, but it was hers.

What she had now…well, it was apparently her body, too, but there was just so much of it! Her hands were giant mitts, her feet were so huge they’d blown open her shoes without her even noticing, and her neck was so thick it had turned her loose necklace into a choker. They were on top of a big car, but it had already started to creak and buckle under their new mass. This body had all the curves she’d ever wanted and then some; huge tits, flaring hips, a mighty ass…and furthermore, under those curves were hard, powerful muscles. She had biceps, triceps, quadriceps…lats? Delts? Glutes? Those were definitely the names of muscles, and she was pretty sure she had them somewhere, but it was getting hard to think.

Hard. Hard like a cock. Like Ron’s cock.

Okay, it was getting harder to think about anything that wasn’t sex. Her clothes were gone, her body had undergone a startlingly inhuman transformation, and all she could bring herself to care about was getting this total stranger’s monster dick inside her. Jen enjoyed a good bone session every now and then, especially when she was baked, but this was very…un-Jen.

In fact, she’d just slipped Ron’s cock inside of her and was writhing in ecstasy as he thrust into her.

Was she even Jen any more? Jen was no prude, but she wasn’t the type to have public sex with a dude she’d met fifteen minutes ago, either. Of course, she also wasn’t eight feet tall and orange. Maybe she wasn’t Jen any more because she wasn’t human any more.

She was someone different now – someone who started out as Jen, but had been refined into a creature capable only of seeking out and giving pleasure, and strong enough to withstand and enjoy the seismic fucking she was –

She cried out, her train of thought derailed, as a jolt of pleasure raced through her body. At least Ron was still smart enough to find the clitoris.

Where was she? God, it was hard to concentrate. Every thrust was like two continents colliding. It felt like her blood had been replaced with radioactive estrogen. And Ron’s big hands on her swollen clit felt – felt – fffffff –

She threw her head back as she screamed out, shattering the windshield. She didn’t notice.

“Uhnn…Ron…”

“Jennnn…”

“Ron!”

“Jen!”

“No!”

“No?” He stopped.

“No, keep going, but not Jen. Jen short. Weak. Small tits. Different now. Big. Strong. Full of ess-tro-jennn.” Her thick tongue had trouble with that last word, but she powered through it.

“Estro-Jen?”

She proudly pointed at herself. “Estro-Jen! Yes! Good name.”

He smiled. “Heh heh. Estro-Jen…Testoste-Ron.”

A shaky voice called out from behind them. “Please cease all…uh, coital activities and put your hands in the air!”

They suddenly realized that the entire campus police force – all ten of them – had them surrounded with guns drawn.

The lead cop’s eyes were like saucers, but he was trying very hard to maintain his composure. “You are under arrest for public indecency, destruction of property, and, uh, being a monster!”

Estro-Jen roared. “Busy! Come back later!”

“Put your hands up or we will open fire!”

Estro-Jen gritted her teeth. Dumb human. He was jealous because he was not having sex.

“Go away!” She reached back, grabbed the car’s left rearview mirror, pulled it off (taking a not-insubstantial chunk of car with it), and hucked it at the lead officer. Startled, he fired his gun, hitting Testoste-Ron in the ass.

The bullet harmlessly bounced off.

The other officers opened fire. Unbothered by the gunfire, Estro-Jen and Testoste-Ron went right back at it, as he slammed her deeper into the car with every thrust.

His eyes started to roll back in his head, as his shaggy purple mane dripped with sweat. “Uhn…uhn…gonna come soon!”

A bullet plinked off her temple. “Gonna come soon too!”

Testoste-Ron came, as promised, like a tsunami. Estro-Jen slammed her fists down as she roared in ecstasy, her own orgasm exploding through her huge body like a nuclear blast. The car’s frame finally collapsed as radioactive bodily fluids gushed out of its tormentors.

They gazed at each other in post-coital bliss, caressing their impossible bodies as they laid atop the car’s wreckage. The cops had fled.

Estro-Jen shifted, jagged car parts jabbing at her still-engorged genitals. “Car wrecked. Too pointy now.”

“Still horny, though.”

“Mm-hm.” She pointed over at the school’s football stadium. “Wanna do it in there?”

He grinned, and nodded.

Hand in hand, they leaped away.

…

Jen rubbed her head as she woke up.

What did she do last night? Who did she do last night?

She was at the bottom of a small, freshly-blasted crater, apparently in the middle of the desert, if the red mesa looming over them was any indication.

It all came rushing back to her. The public nudity. The public sex. The destruction of public property.

Estro-Jen. That had sounded much smarter when her brain was boiling in hormones.

But she wasn’t Estro-Jen any more – or at least not at the moment. Her body had returned to normal, albeit with a generous splattering of purple goo. There was a particularly large collection of it between her legs, where it had been forced out of her shrinking body. Somehow, her necklace had survived, hanging in her now-back-to-normal cleavage. The rest of her clothes, however, were long gone.

She groaned, and rolled over – right on to Ron, who moaned quietly. He was slightly-less spattered with goo, and most of it was green, which Jen pretty quickly figured out had come out of her. Estro-Jen was a squirter.

“Hey. Ron. You good?”

“Not really. I mean, I guess I get to avoid Five Seasons Carpets now, because I’m going to spend the rest of my life being vivisected at Area 51. So I’ve got that going for me.”

She smiled, still a little dazed. “Yeah, but…don’t care. Still had sex. Fucking…crazy awesome monster sex. I came so fucking hard, Ron. This must be what Gwyneth Paltrow feels like all the time.”

“Good morning!”

Someone was yelling at them from the lip of the crater. Jen shielded her eyes from the sun as she peered up; it was a woman with long, curly hair.

“Professor?”

“Yes! But right now, I’m your ride.”

Ron jabbed an accusing finger in the professor’s direction. “Wait…wait, you did this to us! With your injection!”

“Entirely by accident! Somebody in the radiobiology department clearly has a different definition of ‘very, very mildly irradiated’ than I do.”

Ron was still mad. “Why should we believe you?”

“Whether you believe me or not, I’m here to give you a ride back to campus. Plus I have clean clothes, and electrolyte drinks, and a dozen ham sandwiches!”

Jen’s stomach rumbled. She wasn’t looking forward to walking back to civilization fully nude and on an empty stomach.

“We accept!” she yelled.

“What? Jen, she – “

“Don’t listen to Ron, he’s just dehydrated! Clothes first, then food.”

“Use these first!” The professor tossed a shopping bag into the crater; it landed with a thump.

“What’s in the bag?”

“As many baby wipes as I could buy! I figured you two might be…goopy.”

As the two started to clean themselves off, the professor slid into the crater.

Ron tried to hide his shame as he frantically wiped himself down. “Could you not look?”

“I’m a scientist, Ronald. A sex scientist. If there’s anything I didn’t see yesterday when you were turning the dean’s car into the world’s most expensive sex couch, I’m going to see it once I run some tests – “

“Tests? You didn’t say anything about tests.”

“How could I not run tests? You two are the biggest thing in the study of human sexuality since the discovery of the clitoris! You’re the Adam and Eve of a new hypersexual race!”

“Is this going to happen again?”

“I can’t say for sure, but I’d put money on it.” She showed them her Geiger counter, which beeped furiously when she pointed it at them.

Jen tried to give the professor her most serious glare – which was difficult, because she was still very naked, and had streaks of purple jizz in her hair. “Listen, Professor. I’m not going to lie to you and tell you we didn’t have fun last night, but you did turn us into radioactive sex mutants, and we’re probably going to spend the rest of our lives running from the police, the military, and the pornography industry. You’ll forgive us if we don’t feel like helping you out.”

The professor smiled, smugly. “Well, how’s this: I will keep your secret, and I’ll give you access to a secure and very sturdy facility where you can bone to your heart’s content without jizzing on half the campus. All I ask is for…some fluids every now and then, and maybe you can do it wearing electrodes once in a while.”

“And?”

“And you’ll obviously get class credits.”

Ron joined in. “And?”

“And? And…I guess I’ll make you costumes? Stretchy ones.”

“What do we need costumes for?”

“I mean, you just got strange abilities in a lab accident. I guess I just assumed you’d use them to fight crime.”

Ron looked dubious. “Yeah, I don’t know how you think that’s going to work, but the last thing on my mind was truth, justice, and/or the American way.”

“Fine, fine. We can discuss this on the ride back, but we really should leave soon. I figured out what was going on pretty quickly, so I got here first, but we probably don’t have long before other people get here and start asking some very difficult questions.” She tossed them another shopping bag.

They both rooted around in the bag, quickly donned a pair of sweatpants and a Monument University hoodie each, and slipped into the cramped backseat of the professor’s compact car. With two steady hands on the wheel and the dulcet tones of NPR coming from the radio, she wordlessly drove off.

Jen shotgunned an energy drink, then turned to Ron, who was swimming in his sweatshirt. She took his hand in hers. “So…you did have fun, didn’t you. Despite yourself.”

He allowed himself a smile. “Yyyyyyeah. This might just be the radioactive hormones talking, but you are really good at sex, and maybe I’m not too bad, either. And you’re really pretty, even when you don’t look like the world’s sexiest carrot.” He paused. “Oh Christ, I have an agricultural history paper due Monday.”

Jen tapped the seat in front of her. “Professor, are you ridin’ dirty? We have GOT to get this boy stoned.”