My formula was designed to make me submissive, infatuated, and fertile, after all, and I knew that I would be ovulating any minute now, putting me at severe risk of impregnation if the hunky trainer were to release his sperm into my vagina somehow. I could feel an ample supply oozing out of me and onto the massage table as well, and felt a warm glow of satisfaction as I made a mental note that semen production increase had been a resounding success. I now recognized that my body was already responding to the cocktail of pheromones he was giving off. I noted, rubbing my trim belly expectantly. I shifted my stare to his glistening physique once again, all the while continuing to take deep breaths of his pungent, hypnotic scent. As a scientist, I was still fully aware that my current condition had been chemically induced, of course, but as a fertile young female I was unable to resist my body’s need to procreate with this powerful male who stank of pure sex. I walked in and took stock of the room while I was issued a one-day trial pass, just as any other potential member would. I didn’t expected it to work so quickly, or so powerfully, I thought as the temptation to stay here and continue to sniff this
