Whoa! Did That Actually Happen? I by Lucky Mann
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A lab accident leads to a young man having the abaility to control others. , Due to the abuse of the comment section by spammers and other idiots, I have restricted the comment section. Please feel free to PM me with your comments. Lucky Mann
Whoa! Did That Actually Happen?
Jason was an extremely bright young man. At the age of twenty-four he was a second year graduate student at a major engineering university on the east coast. He had impressed his professors so much that he had been hired as a teaching assistant. He had been given the responsibilities of over seeing the undergrads as they worked in one of the chem. labs. The safety of the lab students was of particular importance. Part of his job was to inspect and open the lab before the undergrads arrived for class and be certain they carefully followed all safety procedures.
Undergrads frequently make mistakes. It’s part of the learning process. Most of their mistakes are minor in nature and simply require a little clean up and a written report. Once in a while a student will really screw up and make a serious error. Mistakes that could lead to serious mishaps are usually averted. However, every now and then, a mistake that could lead to catastrophic results occurs. Not only would the student making the mistake put themselves in danger, but many of his surrounding classmates as well. If the mistake is serious enough the entire lab could be put at risk.
One such serious incident occurred shortly after classes had begun in the fall. A very bright first year student had been performing an experiment using some volatile chemicals. His experiment had been stable until he made a final addition to his heated beaker. When he added a few grams of highly radioactive material to his mixture, smoke began to boil out of his beaker.
Jason shouted orders to the entire class. “EVERYONE CLEAR THE LAB!”
All the other students immediately began running out of the two lab doors. All, except the student that had been doing the experiment and Jason, had left the lab within seconds. The practice drills had worked except for the experimenter. He seemed frozen in place as he stared at his smoking beaker.
Jason ran to the student’s lab table and shoved him as hard as he could. The student stumbled backward and fell to the floor.
Jason turned his attention toward the beaker and reached out to remove it from the burner. He had planned on dumping it into the adjacent sink. Before he could reach the beaker, there was a bright flash and a small explosion. The beaker shattered. Shards of glass were scattered over an area about six feet in diameter. The contents of the beaker were spewed over a similar area. Luckily, Jason had his safety goggles on. His eyes and surrounding facial area were thus protected from the glass and scattered experimental material. Unfortunately, the rest of his upper torso was heavily coated with a fine powder that had apparently come from the exploding beaker.
“Get up and get out. Call the Fire Dept.” Jason ordered.
The student, who was still on the floor, quickly scramble to his feet and ran out the door.
Jason was feeling a little dizzy as he swept a great deal of the broken bits of beaker and other debris into the sink. It was then that he noticed a slight warming sensation spreading over his upper body. As he had been trained to do, he hurriedly went to the emergency shower located in the corner of the lab. He doused himself with a flood of water from the overhead fixture.
About then the Fire Dept. arrived along with their Hazmat team. While the Fire/Rescue team checked on Jason’s condition, the Hazmat team cleaned the radioactive chemical spill. At the insistence of the Fire/Rescue guys, Jason removed his clothing and deposited them in a HAZMAT bag. He was then given a gown and transported to the local hospital where he was to be decontaminated.
He was released to go home later that evening. Except for an occasional headache, all seemed well for the next several days. Then even the headaches went away. Except for a few small cuts from the beaker shards, Jason seemed to have suffered few ill effects from the lab incident.
About two weeks later, Jason was walking to class when he passed a group of Freshmen cheerleader hopefuls. Tryouts for the cheer squad were only a week away. These girls were practicing in a grassy area and were working hard in hopes of making the team.
Since he appreciated the cheerleaders for their taught bodies and flexibility, Jason paused a few minutes to watch them work out. A particularly cute young girl caught his attention. She stood about 5’ 5” tall and had her long dark hair pulled back into a ponytail. She was wearing a cut-off t-shirt over a sports bra. The combination exposed her firm flat belly. Her legs were nicely shaped from her years of cheering in high school. Most impressive to Jason though were her breasts. This pretty thing had a set of knockers worthy of admiration. They must have been at least C-cups that stood firm under her tight T-shirt and sports bra.
Jason couldn’t help but stare at the girl’s tits. He thought to himself. ‘I would sure like to see those puppies bounding free.’
A short time later, the girls finished their practice. As they packed their things to go to their dorms, the one that had caught Jason’s eye came over to him. Without saying a word, she smiled at him, grabbed the bottom of her T-shirt and bra, and raised them to her shoulders. She gave Jason a prolonged look at her nearly perfect tits. The creamy mounds were topped by puffy dark pink areolas. He noticed her nipples were hard and stood out nearly half an inch from her tits. She then giggled, pulled her bra and shirt down, and ran back to the rest of the girls.
“Whoa! I can’t believe she actually did that? How could she have known I wanted to see her tits?” Jason quietly said to himself. As he continued on his way to class, he thought about the teen and her tits. ‘Why would a stranger show her tits like that? Sure I thought I’d like to see them, but I didn’t say anything to encourage her.’ Then his analytical mind kicked in. ‘This will need further investigation.’ He thought to himself.
Later that evening, Jason was sitting in his favorite diner after having ordered a burger and fries. As his waitress was bringing his soda, Jason thought to himself. ‘It would be interesting if she spilled that drink all over this table.’
The waitress approached Jason with a smile. Just as she setting his drink on his table she seemed to stumble. His drink fell and splashed down on his table. The poor girl couldn’t apologize enough to Jason. He smiled and said to her. “It’s alright. No real harm done. Just please bring me another drink?”
“Of course, sir. Right away.” She then hurried off to get Jason another drink.
He read her nametag and said with a smile. “Thank you, Jenny.”
As she turned to go back to the counter, Jason had another idea for Jenny. He wanted to push his luck and experiment a little further. Silently he thought to himself. ‘Jenny, you would look so good without your bra and panties. When you bring my drink back show me you bare tits and pussy.’