Secret Pheromone Experiment: Testing Human Cognition

Finding the fine line that separates us from animals…

Day fifteen of the secret pheromone experiment. Thankfully, the subjects still believe that they are participating in an elaborate escape room. By clouding the test subjects’ cognition, we controlled the subjects’ notion of time. Setting the stage for controlled and intense sensory deprivation. Time has had little to no effect on the subjects. Successfully, they believe only a few hours have transpired. Little did they know that they were the first group in an underground experiment.

We have been microdosing a potent new substance known as Nuke, which amplifies the inherent sexual dynamics among the subjects. It has been a fascinating process to monitor and document the submissive subjects as they gradually settle into their roles under this sexual enhancement. To further examine the varied effects of ingestion. Each unlocked room provides the subjects with food and water that has also been infused with the drug.

Day thirty-six of the secret pheromone experiment.  The test subjects are now in active sexual behaviour with the alpha male controlling the females, and the lower-ranking male can only sit and observe. Everything seemed under control, or so I thought, until the night of my single shift, when I noticed that the Alpha male was missing from the laboratory.

A bold and foolish decision…

By day thirty-six, the subjects have transitioned into active sexual conduct; the alpha male now asserts control over the females while the lower-ranking male is relegated to a mere observer. Everything appeared to be proceeding according to plan until my solo shift, when I discovered with alarm that the alpha male was no longer in the laboratory.

Discreetly, I wove through the ranks of fellow scientists, while focused on maintaining my composure to avoid alerting the other researchers. Proving my competence in managing a crisis without assistance is essential if I am to secure the senior lab technician role. Especially in this secret pheromone experiment. After securing myself in my office, I scanned the monitors, but the Nuke-enhanced alpha male was nowhere to be found. Deciding to take this matter into my own hands, I made my way to the laboratory door while the other test subjects remained asleep.

Before entering the laboratory, I made sure to wear a protective mask. Uncertain how the Nuke-infused environment might affect my senses, I entered the room. Before making it far, a set of strong hands lifted me from my waist and flung me over a broad shoulder. Immediately, I knew that the subject carrying me into a dark room was the alpha male I was searching for.

Discovering a secondary effect from the secret pheromone experiment

A few minutes later, he drops me on the ground. Placing his body over mine, he began to smell between my legs. Immediately, I tried to reason with him and explain that he was a part of a secret pheromone experiment and that I was a lab tech and not his fellow test subjects. He looked into my eyes and ripped the protective mask from my face. Attempting not to breathe the air, I lay on the floor with eyes widened. When all of a sudden, the alpha male’s member was placed between my legs. His erect penis reached from my vagina up to between my breasts. It seems that the nuke-infused air had an enlargement side effect on the more dominant males.

Intrigued by the secondary effects of the secret pheromone experiment. I spread my legs open to demonstrate submissiveness to the subject. Or so I thought. But in reality, I was succumbing to the drug-infused oxygen, becoming a part of the experiment. How the tables have turned, and now I was the one under the influence of Nuke and submitting to his sexual enhancements…

What will happen next in this secret pheromone experiment story?

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