Author: The Great One
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Summary: After popping an experimental pill, Jenny gets doused in a dangerous chemical and has to be stripped and showered off.
Jenny was enjoying her job with the pharmaceutical company. She was working as a laboratory assistant for a major manufacturer, in their corporate headquarters in the midwest
.Jenny spent most of her day running errands for the doctors and technicians who worked in the research wing of the company. She helped maintain their computer records in the office, made copies for them, and shuttled samples and paperwork between the labs and the administrative offices.
One day, Jenny was walking down the corridor in the research wing when she heard a familiar voice call out to her from one of the lab rooms. She poked her head timidly into the lab.
"Yes, Dr. Edwards?" she said.
Dr. Edwards was a senior researcher with the company. He was in his mid-fifties. He had silver hair and wore thick glasses with square frames. He was constantly squinting through the glasses.
He looked up at Jenny. "Come over here a moment, dear girl," he said. "I want to show you something."
Jenny walked over to Dr. Edwards. He was sitting in front of a microscope at one of the long research tables that lined two sides of the room. Across the room, a junior researcher was busy tabulating the results of some arcane experiment.
"Look here, and tell me what you see," Dr. Edwards said, indicating his microscope. Jenny looked at him a moment, bit her lower lip, and then bent her face toward the microscope.
She peered into the eyepieces. All she saw was a watery blur.
"I can't see anything," she said.
"Here, let me try to adjust the focus," Dr. Edwards said. "That better?" he asked.
"No," Jenny said. "It got worse." She could feel him fiddling with the knobs some more. She felt a sneeze coming on. Abruptly, she stood up straight, backing away from the microscope.
Before she got her "hachoo!" off, she noticed Dr. Edwards squinting intently at her chest through his thick lenses. Jenny had worn a sheer white blouse beneath her lab coat. The temperature in the building was very warm. She kept the top two buttons of her blouse undone, confident that the coat would cover her up. She at least felt that her skin could breathe a little that way.
Dr. Edwards, she realized, had been staring down her blouse at her pale and ample cleavage, while pretending to adjust the eyepiece for her. She noticed that he had one hand on the knob and the other on his crotch.
She sneezed right into his microscope.
"Now you've done it," Edwards said, disgusted. "You've killed my specimen with your germs. Here, take this down to the administration wing!"
He handed her a sealed sample vial and some paperwork. She turned quickly to leave, blushing in spite of herself. She was furious at him for sneaking a peek at her breasts, but ashamed at herself at the same time for ruining his experiment. She was flush with anger and embarassement.
She left and made her way to admin. There were three small, pink pills in the sample vial. Jenny knew that these were part of some top-secret research project aimed at inventing a pill that would make millions for the company. What those pills would do was anyone's guess; Jenny certainly didn't know.
Everyone referred to them as the magic beans.
On her way to admin, she ran into Ronnie, another lab assistant."Ahh, the secret beans," Ronnie said to her. "You better hope they get rid of rashes, 'cause you got yourself a wicked one." Jenny's blush deepened. She looked over at her co-worker. Ronnie was short, with long black hair that she wore up in a pony tail. She had a small, thin body with perky little breasts that were well-hidden beneath her lab coat. No lab coat could ever hide the swell of Jenny's chest.
"Whyn't you try one," Ronnie said. "C'mon, I dare you."Jenny grinned at Ronnie.
"Geez Ronnie, that's playing with fire. Who knows what the beans really do?"
"Shit," Ronnie said, "those you're carrying don't do nothing. Ten-to-one says they're placebos is all. Go ahead Jen, try one. Old Edwards doesn't realize he's only supposed to send two to admin anyway."
"The vial is sealed."
"Unseal it. Nobody checks that anyway. Here, give it to me."Ronnie grabbed the vial. Jenny tried to hold on to it but couldn't. Ronnie was breaking the seal and unscrewing the cap.
"Ronnie don't!" Jenny said, in her harshest whisper. She looked around to see if anyone had seen. The corridor was empty
"Trust me, they're harmless." Ronnie took one pill out. She replaced the seal on the container and handed it back to Jenny.
The two women had reached a water cooler. Ronnie stopped and poured herself a cup. "Gotta wash this down with something. You want a cup?" Jenny nodded.
She was sure she would get fired because of Ronnie. Ronnie poured two cups of water. She slapped her mouth with her cupped hand and tossed back half the water. She handed the other cup to Jenny.
"Thanks," Jenny said. She stared at Ronnie, certain that her friend would drop dead from the pill. Jenny took a large sip of the water.
She felt something hard go down her throat.
She stared at Ronnie in horror.
"Ronnie...the pill...did I just.....?"
"It's just a placebo sweetheart, like I said."
Ronnie was grinning from ear to ear.
Jenny was horrified. She felt like she had just been poisoned.
"Ronnieeee! I can't believe you did that. Do you know what these pills do? You could kill me!"
"Give me a break, girl. What do you think this frigging company makes anyway, cyanide? They make aspirin, birth control products, nothing lethal. You'll be fine. Besides, there ain't no way they'd let dumb old Edwards play with the real stuff. I just wanted to scare you is all."
Jenny leaned against the wall. She put a hand to her chest and sighed heavily.
"Take me to the infirmary, Ronnie."
"Better deliver those pills first," Ronnie said, smiling. She looked at Jenny. "C'mon Jen, it's all in your head, you feel fine, I know you do. I'll walk you over to admin. If you feel weird then, tell someone and they'll know what to do."
So Jenny and Ronnie walked together to the administrative wing. Jenny began to feel a little bit lightheaded. But she couldn't tell if it was from the pill, or from a combination of the heat, her fear, her anger at Ronnie, and her residual fury at Dr. Edwards.
When they got to admin, Jenny handed the samples and paperwork over to Gretchen, an executive secretary. Jenny and Gretchen got along well.
"Gretch," Jenny said, "do you know what those pills do?"
"Be real," Gretchen said. "No one but the techies and top brass know what these babies do. But I do know this," Grechen leaned closer to Jenny and Ronnie for dramatic effect. "Whatever they do, it's highly controversial. I've heard rumors that the PR Department is working overtime to figure out how they're gonna announce these to the press. And FDA approval? May not ever happen. The top dogs are betting that once the public gets wind of what these suckers do, demand will be so great that the FDA will HAVE to approve them. Otherwise there'll be riots."
Ronnie was smiling lasciviously. "Wow, what could it be?"
Jenny felt her knees go weak. "Can you tell if those pills were placebos or not?"
Gretchen glanced at Jenny. "Definitely not. Not if they came from Edwards, he's the resident genius. Fools everyone with that dirty old man routine."
Jenny turned as white as the ice on a hockey rink.
"Why," Gretchen asked slowly. "Did you happen to take one?"
"I need to go to the infirmary," Jenny said.
Ronnie started to laugh.
Gretchen directed Ronnie and Jenny to the infirmary, which was on the other side of the research wing, back the way they had come. Gretchen coaxed the truth out of Jenny. She wrote the poor girl a referral slip and told Ronnie to take her to the infirmary right away.
"But don't get too worked up about it," Gretchen said. "The dosage in these sample pills is supposed to be very weak. You'll be fine, I'm sure." Gretchen smiled weakly at Jenny.
On their way to the infirmary, Jenny and Ronnie saw a very strange thing. Three male researchers were standing in the corridor. They were staring at a small, round metal container on the floor across from them. The container was about the size of a small bucket. It was sealed on top and had a biohazard sticker on its side.
Ronnie stopped as soon as she saw the container. Jenny, in her frightened daze, continued to walk forward.
There was a group of people coming down the hall from the opposite side, about six of them. They too stopped in the hallway, well away from the container.
Jenny had almost reached the container. She heard a strange rattling noise. She looked down and saw the container bouncing around on the floor, by itself.
"It's done it again," one of the researchers said.
"Call security," the second man said.
"Must've had some residue in the container when we put the fluid in," the third man said, "the combination is volatile, causing a reaction."
The container came to a rest. Jenny stared at it, mesmerized.
"Miss," the first man said. "Miss, get away from that thing!"
Suddenly, the container rattled again. The rattle quickly built in intensity and the container began to dance.
Jenny was tickled by this. She laughed incongruosly. "It's so cute!" she squealed.
And in that instant, the container erupted. It's top rocketed straight up into the air, bouncing off the ceiling. A hot, clear fluid burst out from the open container. It drenched Jenny's lab coat.
Jenny frowned. She smelled something burning but could see no fire, no smoke.
"Oh my God," someone shouted, "that girl got doused."
The crowd, which had instinctively drawn back when the container exploded, moved forward a little. Four of the men rushed out and seized Jenny. She felt rough hands grab her lab coat.
They ripped her lab coat off. All she could think of was that now they could see her lacy bra through the cream-colored blouse she had worn.
She felt hands all over her. A sound like pipes squeaking, then the rush of high-pressure water.
Her blouse blew open, buttons flying everywhere, bouncing of the walls. The wall in front of Jenny was made of glass. On the other side of it she could see that it was raining. But the glass did not face outside.
My God, Jenny thought, they're stripping me!
There were voices shouting everywhere. The emergency alarm was going off. "Dousing in Research West. Repeat, dousing in Research West. Med team to Research West. Immediate wet-down. Immediate wet-down requires. All associates in area assist victim. Repeat, all associates in area assist victim."
Rough hands ripped Jenny's blouse from her back. She was wearing a tan-colored skirt and sheer nylon stockings underneath. She had no underwear on beneath her panty hose.
"Christ, she's stacked!" she heard someone shout from the crowd.
It was all happening so fast. Jenny had no idea what was going on. She felt her skirt pulled violently down. It took her pantyhose with it. Someone yanked on the front of her bra and she was pulled forward into the chest of a young researcher. From behind, several people had gotten her skirt and pantyhose bunched up down around her ankles. She tripped, bounced off the researcher, and fell on the floor. Looking up, she saw that all the people who were stripping her were wearing rubber gloves.
The researcher had a look of grave concern on his face. He also had a growing hard-on in his pants.
He reached down to her. He seized a cup in each hand and violently tore her bra in two. Her huge, pale tits bounced out wildly. She hastily covered them with her arms and screamed.
She heard a sound like garden shears. Someone was between her thighs, cutting her skirt and panty hose off.
She was lifted up. Stark naked, screaming in horror, confusion and embarassement. The pill she'd taken had long been forgotten. Who were these strange men in white coats who were carrying her naked through the corridor? Where were they taking her?
A door opened in the glass wall. The sound of rushing water was cacaphonous in her ears. Suddenly, Jenny was airborne, her long, thin blonde hair flying out behind her. She landed on a rough, slick tile floor and skidded into a jetstream of hot water. Her legs spalyed wide open as she fell. She could feel her tits bouncing all over the place. God, they were so huge when set free! So impossible to control!
She looked out between her legs. Hot water was scalding her. She saw four men shutting a glass door in front of her. Behind them, a crowd of people had gathered.
Jenny slowly stood up and realized: I'm stark naked in a shower in a hallway filled with my coworkers.
My God! She started to scream wildly and covered her breasts with one arm. She clamped her other hand over her soaked blonde bush. There was water everywhere. She stepped to her right and felt the outside of her naked tit slapped by the rushing water. Like a protester blasted by a firehose, she was forced to the floor again by the water pressure. Naked, spread-eagle, on display.
And her ordeal was only just beginning.
Jenny finally gained control of her footing in the hot shower. She stood there, assaulted by torrents of water, and covered herself up. She stared out through the glass with frightened eyes.
"Turn around," a tinny voice commanded from some unseen loudspeaker. "We don't know how much of the chemical soaked through to your skin, or where. You better make sure you rinse every inch of yourself."
Jenny turned around slowly in a semi-circle. She stood facing a tiled wall. She could feel dozens of eyes staring at her wet, naked ass. She'd meant to start working out a few weeks ago, but hadn't gotten around to it. As if it weren't bad enough that they could see her bare ass, she felt that it was getting a bit on the flabby side.
"Miss, I know you're scared, but try to listen to me. You need to rinse yourself all over. Please, uncover yourself. Follow my directions. There is a corporate med team on the way, but it's critical that you rinse thoroughly right away. That's a highly volatile, corrosive substance that came out of that container. It could burn through your skin."
Jenny turned her head around and shouted through the water and glass: "YOU COULD GET RID OF SOME OF THOSE PEOPLE. THEY'RE ALL STARING AT ME!!!!"
She heard some murmuring in the background. She turned around and faced the wall again. She squeezed her eyes shut tightly. Was that the hot water burning the inside of her thigh, or had the chemical splashed her there?
"Miss, security has arrived and they are moving people away. Now please, do yourself a favor and uncover yourself."
Jenny did, very slowly and very reluctantly. She dropped her arms to her sides.
"Good," the man said gently. "Now, lift your left arm up and slide under the water. Make sure the water gets your whole left side."
Jenny lifted her arm up. A soft, pale crescent of breast was visible in profile. The muscles in her back flexed as she lifted her arm up. She sidestepped into the shower.
After a few moments the voice said, "Now the other side, dear."
Jenny was mortified. To do the other side, she had to turn around and face the glass.
She slowly turned, raising her right arm as she did so. The man speaking to her had been true to his word. He was alone on the other side of the glass, holding a black plastic telephone. The others had moved away and could no longer see her.
Jenny felt him looking at her. Her right breast was stretched taut by her arm. Her left tit hung naturally, even sagged a little, under its own enormous weight. She could feel droplets of hot water dripping off of her nipples. In another moment of precise self-consciousness, she found herself worrying that the kind man on the other side of the glass could see the marks left on her body by the bra she had been wearing just moments before.
She stepped into the water again. The spray pounded her shoulder and breast. Rivulets of water rushed down her torso, over the slight swell of her belly and into her downy muff. She felt a light rain between her legs.
She stared the man straight in the eye. He held her gaze, but she could tell he was taking in more with his peripheral vision. Still, she loved him for maintaining that eye contact.
"Very good," he said. "Now honey, I have to ask you to do something you're not going to want to do."
Jenny continued to stare at him.
"You have to sit on the floor and face the shower head on. Open your legs and let the water rinse you out. The chemical may have splashed up your skirt."
Jenny felt a slight shiver start to go through her, but she held it. She trusted and liked this man. Humiliated as she was, she knew he was trying to help her.
She slowly turned to face the shower head. She sank down to the floor with her back to the wall. She looked up at the torrential downpour blasting into her face. She closed her eyes tightly and slowly spread her legs open as wide as they could go.
Her blonde muff was soaked. She felt her labia lips spread open to meet the water. She thought of lips stuck together after a kiss. The man on the other side of the glass could see the wet pink inside her cunt. The water licked her spreading lips. She raised her ass up off the floor and moved forward a little. Torrents of water entered her vagina. She was being reamed, cleaned, cleansed. She turned and looked over toward the man. He was clearly staring at her parting gates. She blushed, from the hot water, the embarassement and -- yes, she could admit it -- from the excitement.
And then, much to her surprise, Jenny felt a heavy rain begin deep inside her. Her belly quivered, she let out a soft groan. Her eyes rolled up in their sockets. She thought of the water fucking her, of the kind young man staring her. She began to come, right there, in the shower.
And it was not a gentle come. Not at all...