Test subject

Igor had always been very gifted. He learned to read early. His first book, which he read cover to cover by the age of three, was the textbook "Young Chemist." No one really remembered how that book had come to him, but once he read it, his fate was sealed. He became literally obsessed with chemistry. He read everything he could persuade his parents to buy, and when he grew up and went to school, he read from cover to cover every chemistry book available in the city libraries. He read incredibly fast and possessed an astonishing memory. If he encountered something he didn't understand, he wouldn't rest until he found an explanation for it. Already in high school

he knew more about chemistry than any teacher. Naturally, he got into university's chemistry department without any problems and excelled there. However, he viewed university studies as a necessary evil. A diploma and other academic accolades were of no interest to him. All that interested him were the laboratories, to which, thanks to his abilities, he gained full access.

His project, which he had been working on since his enrollment, was a gas. Invisible, practically odorless. All it took was one breath, and a person would be seized by uncontrollable, frenzied excitement. It took Igor three years of work to prepare a test sample. And now, in the first semester of his fourth year, he was ready for trials. All that remained was a small matter: to find test subjects.

And that's when he found me. My name is Katya, I'm a short, thin brunette with long hair. That year, I had enrolled as a freshman at the same university as Igor. I wasn't from Moscow, so I had to settle in a dormitory. I was having a very hard time with it. I had to share a tiny room with two roommates. Our beds barely fit, leaving space only for one desk, which held the main cause of all our arguments—a brand-new computer. Despite being new, the computer constantly broke down, and we were always looking for someone who could fix it.

And then one day, Igor volunteered to help. I asked him myself, and he agreed, on the condition that we wouldn't hover over him. In the end, he spent two hours tinkering with the computer in proud solitude. What he was really doing, I only found out much later. He fixed the computer, and in the process, he slightly modified the room. Two hidden cameras and three gas canisters were more than enough for the tiny cubicle. And two hours were more than enough for installation and concealment. Now Igor only had to wait for the right moment.

The next day, I returned from classes first; the room was completely empty. With immense relief, I changed into my home clothes. The pants were replaced by white athletic shorts, and the blouse was swapped for a white tank top, from under whose straps the straps of my white lace bra were visible. Following the clothes, the contact lenses came out. In their place, I put on glasses with thick black frames. Finally, pulling my hair into a tight ponytail, I happily plopped down in the chair and turned on the computer, anticipating a well-deserved couple of hours of solitude.

Igor was already fully armed. He watched with bated breath as I changed, though my modest figure interested him the least. He was anticipating the experiment, the moment he had prepared for so long had finally arrived. He entered a couple of lines of code on the computer, and the process began. A small valve on one of the hidden canisters opened, the room filled with gas almost instantly, though at first glance nothing seemed to have changed.

I was still sitting there, making notes for an upcoming colloquium. All I felt was a gust of refreshing cold air in the stuffy room. As if against my will, I took a deep breath. The icy air slightly burned my nostrils, and I felt a pleasant coolness slowly spreading throughout my body, bringing a pleasant relaxation and an unfamiliar heat in my lower abdomen. Just a moment ago, I hadn't been thinking about sex at all, but now my panties were already soaked through.

— Oh... Looks like I've overstudied...

I can hear my heart beating, I can feel my own pulse.

— Okay, need to calm down...

I take a deep breath. The coolness burns my nostrils again, but the heat in my lower abdomen only grows stronger. I feel goosebumps running down my spine, how every cell in my body tenses up. My nipples harden, it hurts, and it feels like they might literally cut through my bra right now. I pull up my tank top and undo my bra. I try to touch my chest, but as soon as my palm barely grazes the dark point, an involuntary moan escapes my lips.

— This has never... happened before...

I can barely think. My teeth are literally clenching from excitement. I start kneading my breast.

— I need to relieve the tension a little. — to avoid moaning, I bite my lower lip — Damn... I just hope no one comes in...

The fire in my lower abdomen becomes simply unbearable. My hand, against my will, drops lower. I run my fingers over my shorts. A jolt runs through my body; just from that touch, I shudder, and my vision darkens for a second. I feel that the thin fabric of the shorts is already soaked through, as are the tips of my fingers.

— God... no...

The next second, my hand slips under the tight athletic waistband. The very first touch causes another spasm. It's so strong that I literally fall off the chair, but that doesn't stop me now. I land on my roommate's bed.

I run a finger from the base of my pussy all the way to the very top. My vision darkens. A languid moan escapes my lips. The next moment, I'm already caressing my pussy like a madwoman. My fingers run up and down, and I try hard not to moan. There's a distinct taste of blood in my mouth.

— I... bit through... my lip...

I'm lying on the bed on my back, my shorts have slid down to my knees along with my soaked-through panties, and I can't even think about stopping. I continue to caress myself. There isn't a single thought in my head; my whole world has shrunk to one tiny spot between my legs.

At this moment, I'm ready for anything, just to feel a little relief, just for the fire in my lower abdomen to subside a bit, just to be freed from this sweet torture. I caress myself frantically. The taste of blood in my mouth doesn't bother me in the slightest; I feel incredibly good, but the tension is unbearable. I'm almost crying from desire. And then, broken by heavy sighs, escapes from my lips:

— Please... I... want... to come... — at that moment, it seemed to me that I was literally screaming in supplication, but the powerful microphones of the cameras recorded only a weak, almost childlike voice full of tears.

I had never masturbated like this before. I pinched myself, tried to caress my butt, but nothing helped. But as soon as I uttered the coveted phrase, in that same instant, an orgasm washed over me. For a second, I seemed to black out. My vision darkened again, it felt like every muscle in my body was paralyzed by the sudden pleasure. I no longer controlled my body. I was thrown in different directions. I thrashed in the agony of otherworldly pleasure, literally screaming with pleasure without stopping.

The most shocking blessings and curses escaped my lips, but I was no longer concerned. It was as if I was floating nearby in a cloud of indescribable bliss. This lasted for several minutes. Then I fell silent. I just lay on my roommate's bed amidst the tangle of torn bedding. My shorts with panties were pulled down to my ankles; my tank top and bra were pulled up. Glasses were lying somewhere on the floor. I just lay there and didn't move. Neighbors were banging on the floor and walls. Somewhere in the back of my consciousness, I heard

— Quiet down there!

— Get the room number!

— Stop fucking!

But I wasn't bothered. I just lay there and mentally watched a tear rolling down my cheek. I felt incredibly good...