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But it was too late.
You looked back into the mug but all the weird ghost formula was gone. Although, it was nice to know that he still uses the dumb mug you gave him.
All you wanted was to have a coffee In your favorite mug and get through the incoming week, but I guess fate just couldn't accept that for you.
“Guess this is the end of the line for me then. My days are numbered E.” you let out. Was this really how you were going down? You could see the New York Times headlines now: “ Ghostbuster dies by poisoning! Who will take their place!”
Still struck with a bit of panic on his face he looks over at you, the glasses tittering over the tip of his nose as he says: “Although disappointingly for me I'll have to make a new batch, but nothing is going to be fatal or really detrimental to you.”
A sigh escaped your mouth in relief, good to know you won't be replaced by next Monday.
“Although…” You paused mid breath “very possible symptoms could be: extremely heightened sexual urges that won't leave until… Handled.”
“What exactly do you mean by that? Are you saying if it doesn't become uh… handled I'm just going to feel like that forever.” you honestly don't want to hear his answer right now, I'd rather be thrown into a brick wall then hear what he has to say.
He shifted a bit and went on, “Well imagine your normal sexual urges. Now times that against at least 12.7. And it should kick in in about 2 two minutes which is why you're not feeling it now. You see this wasn't meant for humans, so I'm not completely sure how long this should last on you. but my guess is at least a week.”
Oh great, you thought now I'm going to be 12.7 times more horny constantly for “at least a week”.
“ I am wondering the effects it will have on you though,” He looked off for a minute almost as if he was thinking out the calculations and putting pieces together.
“but if your not comfortable with it then that's completely fine. but, if I were able to check your vitals and run a couple of tests on you while the formula is running its course then maybe I could combine both the tests from the normal ghosts and your results with this formula to see a more accurate results it would have on our ghoul before we use it.”
You sat in silence for a few moments, your eyes trained on the half-fixed proton pack on the desk in front of you, anywhere but his eyes. It's like talking about the birds and bees with your parents except it's not your parents it's a hot man that you're about to mentally rip off his clothes and pin down to the ta-
That's new.
I guess the formula kicked in.
You finally look at him, “you know what, why not. It's not like I'm going to leave the house like this anyway.”
Besides what's the worst that could happen it's just a few tests, like your having a physical at the doctor's office.
“I appreciate your consideration. Thank you.” Then he started walking over to a table filled with measuring tools and equipment that looked a little too pokey and proddy then you would have preferred. But what's science without a bit of sacrifice ? You thought.
But he just grabbed a non-threantening stethoscope and something that looked like a monitor as he walked back over looking very professional like.
“I'm just going to start with a normal check up on your basic vitals like breathing and your heart.”
He wrapped something around your wrist that gave little beeps with every heartbeat and put the stethoscope on.
On no.
Now he was close. Close enough to feel his breath on your face. Making your face way too obviously red. He put the end of the stethoscope on your chest and then asked you to turn on your back and lift the back of your shirt up to check your breathing.
Yet again this is it. this is where you die. right on the spot in the middle of this lab.
So of course you lift the back of your shirt up and feel a mix frombthe heat of his warm hands and the cool of the stethoscope on your back, making you shiver a bit. Now asking you to slowly breathe in and out as he moves the stethoscope across your back.
As you're breathing in, another feeling is also coming on, not something bad but a pooling of heat in your lower stomach.
Oh shit.
His warm hands are still trailing against your back and telling you to slowly breathe in and out.
He's doing this on purpose isn't he.
But now the steady beep of the monitor is growing a bit faster. And the red on your face is not going away any time soon. At least you're facing away from him where he couldn't see this time, but the monitor is still a very obvious give-away of what's going on inside you right now.
Breaking your train of inner horny panic you hear an “are you doing alright over there?”
“Hm?” You ask trying to play off the innocence
“Well you stopped breathing there for a second. I was just wondering if you were still conscious.”
“you know, I don't like that that should be a question in this situation but yeah all good over here.” a lie.
As if you didn't already have a head over heels “crush” on the scientist, and now it's amplified by about 12.7 and he's testing you on it.
“Well other than the minor scare your breathing seems to be fine but your heart rate has definitely gone up as the formula set in. I'll keep the monitor on in case of any fluctuations.”
Oh great now he’ll have a constant stream of knowing I want to pull him by the tie and fu-
“Now that the formula has definitely “set in” so to speak, could you define the physical effects you're experiencing at the moment?” While you were busy deep in thought he now had a clipboard in his right and a pencil in his left.
“Sure,” why did I agree to this?
The hot pool in your stomach grew bigger and had no sign of leaving quite yet. How was he able to handle this so seriously?!
“Well I definitely feel warm,” what does that even mean? And seriously was it always this hot in this room?
“And I can't seem to think clearly, or at least not any more than usual.” you chuckle, you try to joke but I guess he was just too focused on what your symptoms mean then to chuckle at your half-assed joke.
He gave a small nod in confirmation and wrote some things down on the paper. His hair fell a bit over his eyes as he wrote and the glasses were just about slipping off before he pushed them back up again. He seemed always so focused and enthralled by his work. It was interesting to watch the cogs turn in his head as he wrote.
But just as you were admiring him a flood of warmth filled your stomach, almost to a painful point not enough to really exert you but still enough to be a distant ache. You still winced a bit hoping he wouldn't notice. Although Knowing the whole point of this was to see the effects of the formula it was still something you'd rather him not see. But of course always the analytical one, he did.
He looked up at you a bit worriedly which was kind of a comfort to think he thought anything of his little science experiment over here.
“It's nothing, just a Growing ache.” You tried to assure him but your reasoning wasn't very reassuring.
You're Still feeling the ache, but it now had a beat against your insides. Starting to squirm a bit in your chair It was rough just sitting here. While Mr scientist over there is analyzing every move you make, you're trying not to lose it over here.
He saw your discomfort and added: “we don't have to continue the experiment if the effects become too much for you.”
“No don't worry, I'm fine, it's just an odd feeling to have constantly.” You confirm with a small smile that you had to pull from the depths of your soul to muster. It's not like you didn't want to continue it was just like Holy shit man why am I this horny right now.
He gave you a small smile back as he looked down at you and replied “I yet again have to thank you for your contribution. And you're being so good for me too. You're doing such a good job, thank you.”
Oh.
He's doing this on purpose now.
The beat against your insides grew ten times faster and you were about to loose it again
And then he just went back to his notes like it was nothing. like he didn't just drop a bomb and left you to pick up the pieces. The monitor is definitely going insane right now but do you care? No.
If this man doesn't (consensually) rail you into next week right now then there will be hell to pay.
So you decide you've had enough of this and want to give him the instant results of this experiment.
You get up from your chair and make your way over to him while he is still busy with the notes. Heart pounding in your ears he looks up at you and you grab him by the tie to pull him closer. Only a couple inches from your face he says “are you sure you know what you're doing?”
Is that even a question
You answer with a soft kiss instead and as you lean away he pulls you back with a hand slowly creeping into your hair and at your hips.
The kiss becomes more and more passionate as he pulls you closer pulling your hair to deepen the kiss.
You push him onto a couch laid out in the lab and pull him by the tie again to bring your lips back together. In which earned you a small moan from him. lighting an even warmer fire underneath you. You were practically throbbing now.
You broke the kiss again and went down latching onto his throat and now hearing small praises above you on how good you are.
He started to take off your shirt and you gladly let him as you took off his.
He was way too attractive of a man to be hidden in a lab you thought.
As you kissed lower you were starting to get more eager. You Started to feel something come up a bit at your hips. You gasped and became a little more ambitious as you went. You started to slowly grind on his hips and The noise that came out of this man's mouth was god given. As you continued you kissed a bit higher up his chest and back to his face. Looking down at him and seeing just how dischevaled you and only you made him was the best part of your day so far.
But it seemed he had enough of that and just as you were leaning back down he hooks his leg around yours and flips the two of you over on the couch. Now him on top and you on bottom.
He was looking down at you now,
“are you sure this alright? I don't want to take control of you?” he asked
You happily nodded in approval.
He leaned down closer now pinning your hands above your head
“Then please tell me what you want then dear”
“Please E i-” you moaned as he brought one hand down over your pants.
“use your words.”
“Egon please fuck me, please.”
“You're doing so good for me today thank you”
You quickly took off your pants as he took off his and waited impatiently for him to come back. He admired how you looked under him right now and slowly kissed down your stomach as he lightly rolled over your underwear with his hand not fully taking it off yet.
“E Please” everything was hot and the pool in your stomach was boiling by now and you couldn't possibly wait any longer. Every second he waited felt like an eternity as he finally fully undressed himself and you.
He waited at your entrance and slowly entered. You gasped at the slight pain as he slowly went in. And he held back a soft moan into your ear as he went all the way in. He waited for a second for you to confirm to continue moving and you gave him full support on that. He started to move a bit faster and gave a full moan in your ear as you tighten your walls around him. Whispering sweet nothings above you you fall apart under him now going at a constant pace. Maybe it's the formula but it has never felt this good before as he was hitting the right spot inside you everytime. Then he moves a hand back down over your sensitive spot and moves his fingers in just the right directions.
The boiling pool inside is starting to overflow and you can feel it tipping over soon.
“E im- “ then he hits just the right spot again and it all overflows into a high of ecstasy. Still getting fucked through the high Egon pulls out onto your stomach.
You're both exhausted, you especially, I guess being constantly horny really puts a toll on you.
He falls by your side on the already relatively small couch and you put your head on chest.
“Sorry about the mess, I'll get a towel soon.” he says
“Oh I don't mind the symptoms are already going away.”
“I'll make sure to write that in my notes later.” And he leans in and presses a small kiss to your forehead.
And All of this just because of the matching mugs.