The Polycule Molecule

Foreword: This is not a serious tale, although not everyone will find it funny. My apologies to actual biochemists, epidemiologists, etc. And, as the tags indicate, there are FF and MM activities occurring in this story, mostly in the context of threesomes and foursomes.

Chapter 1

Lab Brats

My name is Berenice, because I think my parents are the kind of people who enjoy the idea of children being bullied. When I was young, most people nicknamed me 'Berry,' which was frustrating because it sounded more like a boy's name. But, it was still better than the alternative, so I leaned into it, decorating everything I owned with strawberries. When I got older, and turned out to be plentifully endowed, my nicknamed changed to 'Very Nice,' although no one could say it to my face, for various reasons. I even started coloring my hair to a strawberry blonde around that time, trying to hold on to being Berry, but it didn't help.

Unwilling to confront a future where I'd be expected to be on display for people's lust or jealousy, I studied science, imagining being able to hide myself under a lab coat. It didn't quite work out that way, but I discovered an aptitude for biochemistry, so I slid right into an internship at a pharmaceutical company after college. That's where I accidentally caused the end of civilization as we know it, but I'm getting ahead of myself.

We were working on anti-anxiety medication at the time, and we were years from human trials. We were testing on rodents, and the compound we'd developed was never supposed to be transmissible; Hell, what kind of imitation neurotransmitter is? No one knew it at the time, but our population of lab rats had become carriers of the latest pandemic bug circulating around. None of them showed any symptoms, they were just hosts, which I hope makes our oversight understandable. I still don't understand how the virus came to incorporate it, but in the mutated variant the rats spread back to us, an infection resulted in the creation of vast numbers of molecules based on the compound I'd developed. By the time your fever ended, your brain chemistry had been rearranged in a way that wasn't always immediately obvious.

"Ugh, I still feel like crap," I told my boyfriend as I stared at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. I looked pale and puffy, I thought, and my roots were starting to show again, since I hadn't felt up to doing my hair while we were sick.

"Well, call in again," suggested Byron, who had gotten infected a couple of days after I did, presumably catching it from me, but had recovered much more quickly. He was sweet enough when healthy, but not a very good nurse, and we had been arguing a lot more than normal the last couple of weeks. Or not exactly arguing, I guess, so much as being petty and rude to each other.

"I kinda want to, but I've missed so much time already," I whined, trying to make myself look less like a zombie with some concealer.

Coming into the bathroom to briefly check his own reflection, Byron kissed the top of my head and gave me a brief hug. "Well, do whatever you gotta do, babe. I'm runnin' late; gotta run. Hope you feel better!" I pouted in the mirror, watching as he left as quickly as he'd arrived, thinking I deserved at least a little more pampering than that, considering I was still feeling under the weather.

Sighing, I did the best I could to freshen up and drove off to the corporate campus that housed the lab I worked at, plus all the accountants and lawyers and whatever else they needed, although they were all in a different building, across a small park from where I was. Looking back, I maybe should have realized that people on the streets seemed a lot more affectionate and provocatively dressed than normal, but at the time it was easy enough to pass off as a combination of warm, pleasant weather and a rebound from pandemic restrictions on being out in public.

The pair of other people in my lab greeted me enthusiastically when I walked in the door. Most of us didn't really spend time together socially, aside from corporate events, where we tended to form a small flock for self-defense against interaction with the non-science types. All that aside, we were pretty friendly with one another, and we'd all gotten sick at more or less the same time, although I was the longest in recovering.

The company didn't require any particular dress code from us, other than wearing proper PPE when handling chemicals or animals or whatnot. For the most part, we were all pretty casual dressers outside of the actual laboratory side of the lab, where white coats were de rigueur. That being said, I was surprised at just how relaxed Mitch and Gloria seemed to be about their ensembles.

Neither of my coworkers had ever struck me as particularly loose nor prudish, but I was starting to lean toward the former as I reassessed them based on what they were wearing. Gloria had on a thin dress and no bra, judging by her prominent pokies, which seemed very inadequate in the climate-controlled office (by which I mean, always too fucking cold). Mitchell was even more absurdly attired, wearing a tank-top and board shorts, which did not conceal the fact that he was erect.

I blushed as I returned their greetings, feeling unusually warm considering that the thermostat was as Arctic as ever. Call me shallow, but I was mostly attracted to men much taller than my own slightly-less-than-average height, and preferred them with a certain level of athletic fitness, despite my own physique being pretty soft (especially after my convalescence). But for some reason, Mitchell's exceptionally average body was doing it for me all of a sudden.

Gloria, on the other hand, was exactly the kind of girl I sometimes fantasized about. I'd never done more than a little bit of making out with other women, mostly to attract male attention, but I knew I had a type, and she was it. Tall and thin with a graceful neck, Gloria always made me think of ballerinas, although she wasn't anywhere near as skinny as real ones were. She was actually pretty close to average build, too, if I'm being honest, but it worked for me. Of course, we'd never even flirted, and it's not like I spent any serious amount of time thinking about her in that light. It's just, if I was to get drunk and fool around with any woman I knew, she'd be at the top of the list. And at that particular moment, I was strongly considering taking up drinking.

"I'm so glad to see you're feeling better!" Gloria said, standing up and giving me a hug. I was suddenly intensely aware of the feeling of her hard nipples, probably because they were jabbing me in the face. I sputtered unintelligibly for a moment or two, until she released me and stepped back, smiling coquettishly. Just as I was managing to croak out some actual words, Mitch loomed in to give me a hug as well. His boner poked me in the belly, and it seemed to startle a flock of butterflies I hadn't realized were living in there.

"Good to have you back, Bee!" said Mitch, casually running his hand down my back and giving my ass a pinch, which left me flustered and unaccountably aroused. I couldn't bring myself to reprimand him, or even call attention to his inappropriate caress, so I decided to ignore it for the time being.

We exchanged a little more small talk and news, and I scrupulously avoided inquiring about their choice of clothes, or lack thereof. We settled into getting some work done, though, and my mind gradually stopped lingering on the peeks I was getting of their turgid bits, or the memory of them pressing into me. I even joined in with the dressing down a bit, since I was feeling almost feverish again with my embarrassment and arousal, and took off the heavy sweater that did what it could to conceal my endowments.

"So, what are you guys doing for lunch?" I asked several hours later. We'd share a meal together maybe once a week, often with some of the people in the other biolabs attached to our department. I was kind of looking forward to going out to a restaurant somewhere, having grown sick of the soup and crackers I'd been subsisting on while recovering. I was therefore a little disappointed at Gloria's reply.

"Oh, we were just planning to make out with what we have here," she said, giving me an inexplicable grin. I gave her a confused look in return, I'm sure, but shrugged and reached for my purse and sweater, intending to head out in search of a decent sandwich. Then she grabbed my tits and kissed me, making my head spin, possibly literally.

I didn't know then why I let it happen. Or more precisely, I suppose, I didn't know why I let it persist. But for some reason, the various ideas I came up with that told me it was inappropriate didn't gain any traction.

We're not lesbians, I thought. Eh, you might be, my brain replied.

We're coworkers, I reminded my head. Sounds convenient, it shrugged.

We're both dating someone else, I told my gray matter sternly. The sound of a raspberry echoed in my cranium.

While I was having a futile argument with my own imagination, Gloria had worked her hands under my shirt and bra and was groping my breasts quite aggressively. After a moment, I realized she wasn't the only one. Mitchell was standing behind me and cupping my boobs while he ground his erection against my ass. My own hands had taken it upon themselves to return the favor, squeezing Gloria's rather glorious globes, which one of us had apparently exposed to the open air.

Mitchell was trying to get my pants and panties down, and to my surprise, I willingly helped him do so. Gloria sat down in her chair again and hiked up the lower part of her dress, making it more of a belt than a garment, and exposed her sex to us. None of my idle fantasies of her had ever progressed to such a point, and I was mesmerized by the sight of her privates.

From the looks of things, she probably shaved most of the time, but her hair had grown back somewhat since her last landscaping, possibly thanks to her own bout with the virus. I found it very cute and appealing, especially when I reached out and rubbed my fingers against the stubble, giggling at the bristly, ticklish feeling. Gloria smiled and tittered, too.

Without bothering to ask permission or even announce our intentions, Mitchell started fucking me from behind while I bent down and tasted pussy for the first time. Well, I suppose technically it was the second pussy, since I'd tasted myself a few times, usually on my boyfriend's lips when we were being kinky, or on his dick when we were being really kinky. Or what I used to think of as being really kinky, back in the old days.

I think I did a pretty good job for a novice, at least judging by Gloria's actions. She was moaning and squirming, occasionally thrashing, and leaking copious lubrication in response to my efforts. I know now that the aftermath of the infection was partly responsible; among other inhibitions, it suppresses the need some people feel to deny their pleasure, leading to very unrestrained expressions of passion. Caveats aside, I made her cum hard and felt pretty damn accomplished. Mitch pumped a load into my twat while I was licking Gloria clean, and I damn near squirted it right back out when I finally rubbed my clitty hard enough to push me over. It still seemed kind of weird and inappropriate, but it was damn enjoyable.

"Have a seat and let me return the favor!" Gloria suggested a few minutes later, after we'd caught our breath. I'd been leaning back against Mitchell, allowing him to fondle my tits some more, and kind of daydreaming while I felt his cum dribble out of me. In for a penny, in for a pounding, I thought to myself, shrugging and tossing my ass down in my chair, splaying my legs in a way that would have seemed very lewd that morning.

I suppose I shouldn't have been surprised, but Gloria was a significantly better rug muncher than Byron, or any guy I'd been with. It made me wonder if she actually was a lesbian, but then I got kind of distracted sucking Mitchell's dick for a while. I was approaching the point of sensory overload, so it was kind of a relief when he took his erection and stuffed it inside the other girl's pussy, making me reevaluate Gloria's orientation yet again. I didn't squirt again, at least not forcefully, but I definitely gave her something to swallow when she got me off.

It seemed a little surreal to get back to business after lunch, but aside from the lingering smell of our sex, the rest of the work day was pretty normal. Gloria and Mitch got dressed, to the extent that they had been. I tried to tell myself I'd regret it later, but the idea of putting my bra back on was just unappealing, and my brain was quite unimpressed by warnings of back pain and sore, bouncing boobies. I did put my panties back on, but by my afternoon break they were soaked through from my leaking, so I tossed them in the trash with a shrug and went the rest of my shift commando.

While we were closing out our work for the day, the three of us discussed our evening plans. Mitchell said that he and his roommate had arranged to fuck each other's asses, but that 'Kev' had a rather above average penis and he needed to pick up lube on the way home. He showed us a dick pic of his roommate, who did appear to have a pretty generous package, one that intimidated me and made me glad I wasn't invited. Gloria was planning to go bar crawling and fuck whoever she found that seemed cool. She invited me to join her, and I was tempted, but I didn't want to overdo it so soon after fighting off my infection.

On the drive home, I did start noticing how the people on the street were acting differently, but it was mostly in the context of admiring the ones I found attractive, or the pairs or groups, and contemplating the logistics of pulling over and inviting some or all of them to get off with me. I was kind of tired and freshly fucked, though, so I demurred. I did stop at a drive-thru on the way home to pick up dinner, and when the cashier giggled and flashed her tits at me, I couldn't help but return the gesture, giving mine a good wiggle and bounce so she'd properly appreciate their size and natural wobbliness.

I was looking forward to getting home, having dinner and a bath, and giving Byron a good fuck. I was still trying to decide on the best sequencing of my evening plans when I opened the door to our apartment and got yet another shock.

Chapter 2

Couch Fellaters

It was not unusual for Byron to invite his best friend Hank over to watch TV or play video games. So the fact that the two of them were on the couch was a surprise only because I knew Hank had been sick recently, and like a lot of guys, he basically refused to seek a prescription or any kind of medical help, contenting himself with OTC drugs barely better than placebos and a lot of loud whining about how much worse his infection was than most people got. I expected him to take longer to recover, thanks to his usual strategy, yet there he was, sitting in my favorite spot, apparently healthy, and with his pants around his ankles while he and my boyfriend jerked each other off.

"Hey, babe!" called Byron, giving me a wave with his free hand and a perfectly placid smile. "We've got pizza on the way. I even ordered a Hawaiian one for you." The thoughtfulness of that gesture, quite frankly, shocked me a lot more than the gay handjobs my heretofore entirely hetero boyfriend and his bestie were engaged in. Something about that seemed backwards, but the precise issue escaped me, like a song lyric I couldn't quite remember.

"Hey! Very nice!" said Hank, waggling his eyebrows as he stared at my braless breasts. Him using that stupid nickname for me ordinarily made me see red, which I'm sure is why he did it, but he was otherwise pretty okay in my book, and had never been abnormally lecherous around me until just then. It seemed flattering and arousing, though, so I tossed the bag of my intended dinner on the kitchen counter and lifted my shirt to flash both guys, twisting my torso to make 'the girls' shimmy and shake for their viewing pleasure. There was a noticeable increase in precum from both their rods following my little display.

"Thank you so much for remembering my favorite!" I said, genuinely pleased, and figured I'd just save the burgers I'd bought for tomorrow's lunch. I decided to leave my shirt the way it was and flounced over to the couch, squeezing myself between the two men and reaching for their cocks. "So how long have you two been penis buddies?" I asked, stroking them a little awkwardly; I'd never wanked two at once before, and was finding it difficult to get in a rhythm.

"Oh, a couple of days now," Byron said casually as he turned his attention to playing with the titty closest to him. "I've been meaning to mention it to you, but kept forgetting, and you were still feeling sick until this morning. You look pretty peppy now, though. Feeling all better?" He looked up at me with my tit in his mouth, smiling with his eyes, and I had the impression he was really paying attention to me, awaiting my answer with actual curiosity for a change.

I cooed as the guys nibbled on my nipples. They were pretty sensitive normally, but it felt extra good just then, and having both suckled at the same time was a special treat. It probably didn't help my performance with jacking them, but neither complained. I decided to talk about my experience at the lab and see how he reacted.

"This is my second three-way of the day, actually," I confessed. I don't think you ever met Mitch and Gloria, but I've talked about them enough. Well, we all had sex with each other during lunch hour. I've still got a bit of Mitchell's cum in my pussy, maybe, if either of you want some." They both mumbled excited sounds without spitting out their mouthfuls of boob, but seemed eager. Their hands both went for my crotch, and though it took a little non-verbal communication to coordinate things, they soon had my pants around my ankles as well.

In their rush to lick me clean, my two guys bonked their heads together pretty hard, which made me laugh. They were both holding a hand to the sore spots and glaring at each other.

"She's my girlfriend, I get to go first!" said Byron.

"I'm a guest, you should let me have the first taste!" retorted Hank.

They argued for a minute or so, and were about to agree on a contest using some fighting game they liked to decide who went first. That sounded very boring to me, so I kicked my pants the rest of the way off and said, "Just toss a fucking coin, jeez! Whoever wins the toss get to choose my pussy or my mouth."

One flipped quarter later and Hank was delving into my dripping box while Byron was kneeling over my chest, letting me lick and suck his erection and looking very pleased with himself. I was pretty happy with the way things had turned out, too, although for me it didn't matter as much who got head and who got... well, some tail, as Hank eventually satisfied himself that I was clean and began stuffing his cock in me.

Byron started to object, saying that fucking me wasn't part of the coin toss, so I jammed my thumb up his butt to distract him. He groaned, and I swear his cock swelled in my mouth, especially when I started acting like a desperate hitchhiker. A couple of minutes later and he was spraying my throat, and then my face, with what might have been his biggest load of cum ever. Or if not ever, then at least the biggest he'd ever unloaded around me.

Byron staggered away from my head, laying himself down on the floor and trying to catch his breath. I smacked my lips and started wiping my face with my fingers and licking them clean; the sight apparently pushed Hank over the edge, and I got a second creampie of the day as a consequence. "Once you boys recover, you may as well trade positions!" I sang out.