Dr. Grant wiped his brow as he began to put in more measurements and write logs about each subject. For about a week now, Dr. Grant worked through the night in an effort to subdue one of the anti-bimbo serum's most significant side effects: the huge spike in arousal and sexual sensitivity the injected had to deal with. Afterall, in an extreme situation with loads of movement, there could be enough arousal sparked to cause any injected person to fully bimbofy.
Grant tapped away at his computer keys, instructing the pump system to blend the ingredients according to the latest formula he devised. The ingredients mixed and bound together as they were pumped in, forming a thick pink sludge. If you put it your mouth, you'd swear it tasted exactly like bubblegum. Infact, it did taste like bubblegum. It was the flavor the Bimbo test subjects always consumed reguardless of what the mixture looked like.
"Alright, testing anti-arousal solution A24... A24 will be deposited into the sample trays."
The pink slime esque goo poured out into several metal pans, each pan set near the mouth of a strapped down, eagerly awaiting bimbos. The nude, curvaceous women sucked up the pink goo and began to nosh on it. The compound oozed out their thick, plump lips and dribbled down their DD breasts.
Once they consumed the pink sludge, there a two minute wait. When it was up, Dr. Grant flipped a switch.
"I am beginning the arousal threshold test now." he said as he watched with baited breath.
Each chair split apart in a mechanism designed to spread the bimbo's legs apart, their clits exposed. Then, a mechanical arm tipped with a vibrator emerged from the chair and jammed itself in deep as a whir filled the air.
"So far so good, nothing from them." Grant said before he slowly raised the intensity of the vibration.
Then, the bimbos moaned and drooled, twitching erraticly in their seats.
"Hold it, there is a large spike in hormones, a sign that they are going to...."
The bimbobs cry out with an: "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" *SPLOOOK, SLOOOOOP, SLOOOSH*
"... ejaculate." the scientist groaned.
Grant sighed at the red faced moaning bimbos in whistful stress; every failure made his efforts feel increasingly futile.
"I don't understand, what will make this damned concoction do its job?! WHAT? WHAT?!" Grant yelled as he banged on his desk in frustration.
In his fit, he accidentally hits commands on his keyboard that triggers the serum sequence.
"Oh no..." Dr. Grant said as the mixture began to form again, only this time with an extra ingredient inputed in from his files on accident....