Simple Chemistry

"YES!"

The chemistry student pumped her fist, a blue concoction bubbling in a suspended beaker on the lab table below her. She smiled, her red, curly hair matted against her face, and set down her clipboard with a relaxed sigh.

"Finally, I got it," she muttered in disbelief. "Everything else was easy, why did this one have to be so hard."

She sighed again, then filled a vial with her creation and walked it to a locked cabinet nearby. Despite the fact that she wore a mask and goggles, as she put the vial next to some others of different colors she caught a whiff of... something. For a moment her head fogged up and she fumbled with the padlock, leaving it slightly unlocked.

Shaking her head, the researcher went and grabbed the mouse she had been just scanned and then autopsied. After a brief once over, she figured she had checked it enough and hucked it into a trash can. Who needs procedure anyway.

The beaker still bubbled, uncleaned, but she was tired after her twenty hour foray into madness. With a sigh, the chemist decided no one would notice if she just stored the rest for the evening as well, so she took the beaker, bottled it up, and placed it in her personal desk in the lab. At the very least, she figured one benefit of squandering her life at this dump of a "school" was that she could be lazy without anyone caring.

Finally, she moved to the edge of the room and tossed her dirty lab coat on a rack, revealing her own startling large rack compressed into a black T-Shirt and sports bra. Her bountiful ass likewise came into view, barely contained by the tight jeans she chose to wear.

This project was her ticket to a better school and a better life. She was sure of it. She might even get a position at Bimtech, or something even better! And beyond that, she was certain that it would help people, as long as she could get it to market.

Her advisors didn't know the full extent of her experiments on the body and mind, which were one and the same, really. It's all just the same sort of chemicals. They knew, of course, that she was doing experiments on those subjects, but she knew they were too arrogant to think she was more than an air-headed bimbo with a pipe dream.

Harvard had almost let her in to study with her personal hero, and had even let her do a high school internship. After that, she was told she was too stupid to be a chemist, someone who just wasn't cut out for the job. Okay, maybe she had accidentally infected her labmates with her fledgling arousal . And maybe what they actually said was that she was an unorganized and dangerous loon. But it wasn't like many of them had to get stitches or anything!

She knew what they really meant. They thought she wasn't cut out for this! She'd show them!

She huffed and rolled her eyes just thinking about it and stormed off, tits bouncing wildly. Idly, she wondered if she could get someone to confirm her ideas about the human applications on the down-low...