Logically speaking, if I had somehow become "infected" by these hormones, then they would also exist in my blood. So I took a sample and examined it under the microscope. What I found was not very encouraging. Not only were the hormones present and in incredibly large amounts, but I could see that my white blood cell count was way too high. This told me that my body was fighting some sort of infection and was probably losing the battle from the number of white blood cells.

Somehow I had become infected with something very powerful. Now as I pointed out in the beginning of this little story I am a certified genius. I am fucking brilliant; that said I realized that my mind was working even faster and sharper than it had ever had in the past. Out of the blue, I came up with several more tests that I could run using what I had at hand. I cannibalized the centrifuge and one of our portable chemical analyzers and strung together a gadget that would have made any mad scientist proud. When I was done, I had my very own home made genetic analyzer. By wiring it into my laptop, I was able to make a detailed scan of my DNA and chemical make up.

I found that, somehow, I had acquired an additional sex chromosome. As even the most basic layman knows, there are two sexual chromosomes X and Y. The way they combine determines whether or not you are a little boy or little girl when you are born. XX and you become a little girl. XY and you become a little boy.

Sometimes you get doubling effects such as XXX, XXY, and XYY, but these are very rare and exceedingly not healthy for the lucky recipient. Besides my proper XY combination, I was suddenly the proud possessor of another one attached to the beginning. Call it an E chromosome with the E standing for Enigma. I had no idea what this chromosome did but I suspected that somehow, despite all of the impossibilities, I had acquired it when I had cut my hand on the contaminated glass. My body was obviously reacting to these changes as if I had some sort of illness, hence the elevated cell count.

Now I was faced with a dilemma of epic proportions. I was being affected by some unknown agents with no real way of determining exactly what was happening to me or what the final outcome would be. In an ordinary situation, my first action would have been to warn everyone and then contact the CDC in Atlanta. Unfortunately, these were not ordinary circumstances.

We were a very long way from the CDC or any sort of help. With the storm raging outside, we were effectively cut off from the outside world and I had been told by the base weather tech when the storm started that these storms could last for weeks or even months. So I was on my own. Of course, even if I had managed to contact the CDC, all they would have done would be to put the base under quarantine until they could figure out what had happened.

The base was already basically quarantined since we couldn't leave without serious risk to our lives and the world's greatest (see only) expert on these hormones and such was right here on the base. So I made the decision to keep quiet about the situation until I could learn more. If the storm cleared before I had discovered anything helpful then I would tell everyone what was going on. Until then, I decided it was better to keep quiet than to create a panic.

Now this may seem pretty darned irresponsible of me, but it made logical sense to keep this under wraps. If there was a danger, there was nothing we could do about it until the storm passed. I did decide to tell Langdon about what I had discovered so he could be prepared to move the moment that there was a chance. If he made the decision to tell everyone else, then I would go along with his decision. So I sealed up my lab and started looking for the man.

I found him locked up in a small room with one of the research station's team standing outside holding a very nasty looking revolver. "What's going on?" I remembered that the guy's name was Vargas; that he was an expert in climatology, 28 Hispanic. I had met him during the welcome party they had thrown us. What I didn't remember was just how sexy he was. He was about 5'11" and slender with dark brown eyes and thick curly black hair.

Almost against my will, I felt myself getting aroused again. I fought to resist the feelings and peered at Langdon through the door's tiny window. He was a mess with a nasty looking cut over one eye and a badly swollen face.

Vargas looked reluctant to talk about it and seemed about to tell me to mind my own business when I noticed his nostrils flaring. That made me notice that the musky smell I had noticed earlier was back. It wasn't nearly as strong, but it was definitely there. He blinked and then stared at me like he was noticing me for the first time. "Sorry, Doctor Silverstein but what did you say?"

I moved a little closer so that I was almost crowding him into a corner. I somehow sensed that he wouldn't make a move against me. The smell was getting stronger as I looked him right in the eye. "I just asked what happened. Why is Doctor Langdon locked up and look like he had the crap beat out of him?"

Vargas was breathing heavier as he spoke. "About two hours ago, Doctor Langdon tried to sexually assault Ms. Chen in the dining area. He was practically incoherent but tackled her and was attempting to rip her clothes off. Mr. Waters tackled him and managed to keep him on the floor until I got there. We had to get pretty rough because he was completely out of control."

For a second, I grinned imagining tiny Paul grappling with Langdon who was a very large and obviously strong man then I frowned because I realized that the assault had occurred at the exact same time I was fucking the crap out of Barry. I had noticed that the musky smell had been in the air outside of the shower room, but hadn't given it any thought at the time.

I realized that any scent that could inspire two normally heterosexual men into a rutting frenzy would have an affect on anyone else that inhaled it. The commissary was the closest room to the showers and thus the concentration of the musk would have been second greatest there. I counted myself lucky that it had been relatively empty and that somehow Paul had managed to keep his wits even though he had to have been affected by the musk too. I wasn't sure why he had been unaffected or why Angela had been unwilling to engage in intercourse with Langdon. There were mysteries here and I had no answers. I thanked Vargas and left him with a confused look on his face and an erection in his pants.

Chapter Four: Girls' Time -------------------------

Now since I wasn't there for the next part of this story, I am going to hand the story telling over to my primary mate and let her tell what happened between her and Angela Chen. I didn't find out about any of it until I came back to April's room to talk to her about what had happed with Langdon. I would later find out that she already knew, having found out about the event from a first hand source. So without further ado, here's April.

Girls' Time

Now I'm no genius like my lover and I am not the greatest public speaker or writer, but I like to think that I can toss bull with the best of them so here goes. As Aaron has already pointed out, my name is April and I am geologist working with the US Geological Institute studying how climatologically changes effect land formations. If it's of any real interest, I was born and raised in Brooklyn, New York and attended Eastern State University. I have served in a lot of different climates ranging from desert conditions to my current assignment. Put simply, I am one tough bitch. Of course, being tough didn't keep me from falling for and getting pregnant by a Jewish nerd.

When my story starts, I was blissfully unaware of what Aaron had discovered. I was still in my bunk, recovering from some very wonderful love making when someone pounded on my door. I quickly tossed on my robe and opened the door. I was shocked to see Paul standing outside looking like he had gone ten rounds with Mighty Joe Young with Angela leaning on his shoulder. She didn't look nearly as bad, but she did look terrified. When he told me what Langdon had tried to pull, I was shocked. I had served with Langdon for almost two years and had found him to be a logical and caring man. I couldn't imagine him ever trying to rape someone. Paul asked me to keep an eye on his colleague while they could figure out what to do with Langdon.

Of course I agreed to help in any way that I could. After Paul left, I led Angela over to my bed and went to get a cool washcloth. When I got back, she had stripped off her shirt and was sitting there in only her pants and sports bra. No as Aaron mentioned earlier, Angela is built like the proverbial shit house. I'm no slouch in the looks department, but Angela could have been a model. Despite the situation, I felt my pussy getting a little damp. Now this didn't surprise me since I have been happily bi-sexual since I was thirteen and Angela was a total hottie.

I put these feelings aside because the last thing I wanted to do was try to come onto a rape victim. I knelt on the floor in front of her and softly began washing the dirt off her face and arms. She quietly sat there and let me clean her like she was a child. She even raised her arms and let me wash her sides where she had rolled around in something during her struggles. I noticed that some of the grime and goop had managed to seep between her breasts and gently slid the rag in between them to clean it out. When I did this, Angela took a deep breath and shivered slightly. I also noticed that her nipples were become hard. She seemed to be relaxing and started talking.

"It was the damnedest thing. We were all sitting around in the dining area talking about the find, the storm and basically anything we could think of just to pass the time. Somehow the conversation got turned around to sex and I guess I can understand why because I was starting to get a little aroused. Paul asked me if I had a boyfriend back home. I told him that I didn't have anyone at all. That's when Langdon started coming on to me."

I nodded and kept passing the cloth over her flesh since she seemed to find it comforting. I also understood what she meant about feeling aroused. I was getting hornier and hornier the longer she talked. "What happened exactly?"

Angela shuddered again and seemed to unconsciously reach up and slip the straps of her bra off her shoulder. Her breasts were more than firm enough to keep the bra up even with the straps off. I took this a sign that she wanted me to go further. I wasn't exactly sure why this description of a rape scene was turning us both on, but I couldn't seem to resist pushing the envelope.

"Langdon grabbed hold of my shoulders and tried to pin me to the table all the time muttering about how all I needed was 'a good man to show me what I was missing.' I tried fighting him, but he seemed inhumanly strong. If it wasn't for Paul jumping him and pounding his head with a metal plate, he might have actually raped me." She paused and a far away look came to her eyes. "Hell, it wouldn't be the first time."

This made me slow down in my cleaning. "Someone raped you?" Angela nodded and tears welled up in her eyes. "My father raped me continuously from the time I was six until he was arrested when I was 14 for raping a nine year old boy in our neighborhood. I spent four years in therapy trying to get over what my father had done to me. I eventually learned to live with what had happened, but I never was able to feel any sort of sexual attraction."

I didn't know about before, but Angela was definitely feeling arousal now. She was breathing heavily and her nipples were practically ripping through her bra. She was crying freely now, but she was leaning forward as if she was begging me to touch her more. I decided to go with the signals and dropped the cloth. I kept a very close look on her face looking for any objections and slowly lowered her bra. My breath caught in my chest when her boobs were revealed. They were as magnificent as the rest of her with dark skin and areola the size of saucers with very large nipples. "Until now?"

She looked me in the eyes and nodded slowly. I reached up with both hands and cupped her breasts carefully placing her nipples in the center of my palms. She groaned loudly, startling both of us before leaning down to kiss me on the lips. I shuddered as she pressed her bee sting lips to mine and happily welcomed her tongue when she pressed it between my lips. I felt her sliding my robe off and I moaned into her lips. We spent several minutes kissing and fondling each other's breasts before she broke the kiss and leaned back. "I've never even imagined doing anything like this before," she said with a shy smile.

I began gently twisting her nipples making her shiver again and again. "We can stop if you want to. This could be some sort of weird reaction to the assault."

She reached down and covered my hands with her own. "April, I have dreamed of feeling like this for fifteen years. I don't care why I am feeling this way; I just want to keep feeling it."

I smiled and nodded. We both stood up and finished getting undressed. I was already soaked, but when I saw her ass uncovered, I almost wet the floor. She was literally perfect and I wanted her more than anything. Now you are probably wondering how I could be feeling this way after just figuring out that I was in love with Aaron. I should have at least been having some reservations about all of this, but all I was really feeling an intense need to fuck the shit out of this incredibly sexy woman. I pulled her into my arms and kissed her again. She kissed me back and wrapped her arms around my waist with her hands cupping my ass cheeks. I reached up and began fondling her breasts again.

When we broke the kiss again, she smiled then stopped. She sniffed the air with a puzzled look on her face. "There's that smell again. I smelled it all the time we were fighting with Langdon."

I stopped and smelled the air. There was a kind of smell in the air. It kind of reminded me of some of the scents that I used to smell when I went to the zoo with my parents. It was a strong, musky smell, but was actually kind of pleasant. "It is probably from the air circulation system. We are always having problems with that thing. It always needs servicing or repairing." She looked like she was about to say something, but I shushed her with my lips and duck walked us both back to the bunk.

She sensed that the time for talking was over with because she meekly allowed me to lie her down and climb on top of her. I licked her chin and then slid down so that those magnificent nipples were at eye level. Her areola had turned a deep, rich chocolate brown and was all crinkled and I swear that her nipples were at least a half an inch long. I eagerly took one into my mouth and started sucking it. Angela practically ripped my hair out when she wrapped her fingers in it and had her very first orgasm.

"Oh, oh, oh! Oh god!" were music to my ears as she thrashed about on the bed. I knew better than to let the momentum go, so I released her nipple and moved even further down her wonderful body. I spent several seconds licking her outie belly button making her giggle and squirm before sliding between her legs.

She had a wonderful little bush that was thicker near the top, but faded out the further down you went. You could tell that she never shaved, but that nature had given her a perfect bikini cut. I couldn't resist kissing her directly on her mound. "Ohh, April that feels so good!" She shoved her hips up to meet my lips and I happily licked her soaking wet slit.

I was shocked when her clit sprang up from between her lips. It was huge! As I licked it, it grew to nearly two inches long and was very thick. It was almost like licking a miniature cock. I even stopped licking it and took it between my lips and sucked on it while licking the tip. This set her off again and I practically drowned in her juices as she came hard. The juices were incredibly thick and very pungent.

I have never tasted or smelled anything like it before. It was also delicious. I lapped it up like it was sweet honey. She must have come at least a half dozen more times before I got enough and stopped. Even then, I kept licking her lips trying to clean them off. Of course, the more I licked, the more she produced. I finally gave up and rolled over onto my side to rest. Angela propped herself up on one arm and looked at me with a look of pure reverence. She leaned down and kissed me, oblivious to the fact that her juices were coating my face. "Thank you, April. I love you!"