Training with Jemma

Leaving Ultragirl to finish her meal, with rather mixed feelings towards her, you meet up with Jemma. Though you're keen to stretch your pheromones to the limit of their abilities, you feel somewhat guilty that you might be putting poor Jemma in the firing line.

Those guilts are washed away when your training starts with physical assessments. She holds nothing back, sand starts you off with a bleep test. Then she puts you in what looks like a giant hydraulic press, and mounts weight on you until you reach your limit. Finally, she puts you on a crossfit machine and tests your cardio endurance, with slowly building resistance. The exercise is brutal, but you distract yourself from the pain by thinking over an ethical problem that's come up. If you really want to be a hero, is it really okay for you to let the women around you be unwillingly and unknowingly exposed to your pheromones?

Well, yes, you decide. It's a part of me, that I didn't choose. From a purely theoretical perspective, surely this isn't that much different from people who are born with a propensity to build muscle quickly, or have great skin. Besides, they certainly seem to enjoy it... Your mind lingers on that conversation you had with Rachel. Fuck it. I enjoy what my pheromones do, and they do too. I'll be heroic with my powers, but I'm going to enjoy them as much as Rachel enjoys flying. Who's gonna stop me, anyway?

You start to begin to hear your own heart pounding in your ears, and search for another distraction. Of course - Jemma, her form-fitting gymwear nicely hugging her round but and perky breasts. The blonde seems to be looking progressively less at her computer, displaying your stats, and more at you, more specifically, your {if Futa==true}boobs, bouncing slightly with every step you take.{else}muscled chest, which you've naturally bared, sweating profusely.{endif} You know you're going to have her, of course; but you allow yourself to drift into fantasies of just what kind of lover she'll be...
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All too soon, your thoughts become clouded with pain as you begin to reach your limit. After a few more minutes, you collapse off the machine, blinking back tears.

"Here, drink some water." Jemma presses a bottle to your lips, and you greedily glug it down. You soon manage to sit up, and Jemma beams at you. You can feel just how fast your body is recovering; another couple of minutes and you'll be ready to go again.

"These are some pretty impressive statistics, {if Futa==true}Mikaela{else}Michael{endif}," announces Jemma excitedly. "Obviously nowhere near Ultragirl, but you're faster than Foxgloves, and as strong as Woodpecker. Not bad for secondary bonuses." Not bad for a little self-hypnosis, you add silently. "So, once you've caught your breath, the only thing left for us to test will be your primary ability. Your..." she checks her pad. "Emitted chemicals?"

"That's the one. Sorry, I thought Dr Kim would have a good name for them."

"Well, I think we'll need a third party test subject, which we don't have at the moment," Jemma frowns. "I'll organise one for tomorrow."

You're a little disappointed, but not much. Plenty of other fish, and this one is practically in the net. "I guess I'll see you then?"

You turn to leave, but she stops you with a hand on your shoulder. "{if Futa==true}Mikaela{else}Michael{endif}, wait." You turn around, and Jemma {if@ Futa==false}unexpectedly {endif}gives you a peck on the cheek. She pulls back, each of you searching the other's eyes. After a beat, she reaches up again, and kisses you right on the lips, moving her lips slowly, passionately over yours. For a mere second, her hands caress your upper body, your erection presses against her abs, her hands tangle in your hair. In the final moment, she slips her tongue between your lips - then withdraws, covering her mouth, as if shocked at herself.

"I - I'm sorry, Alpha {if Futa==true}Woman{else}Man{endif}, that was... that was very unprofessional of me."

"I don't know. Felt pretty professional from my end," you grin.

A smile rises to Jemma's lips of it's own accord, and she turns away, embarrassed. "I'll... I'll see you tomorrow, {if Futa==true}Mikaela{else}Michael{endif}. If I don't see you before then."

"We can only hope."