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The Experiment (Maiesiobreed & Adam)

Adam Edwardson

Adam Edwardson

Super-Earth
Joined
Sep 22, 2011
Location
Sweden
The man on the other side of the desk was wearing a white doctors coat, and the name tag on it said "Dr Edwardson". He was in his mid 40's, strays of grey in his otherwise black hair betraying his age, but his clear and alert dark brown eyes still gave him a viable impression. The neat impersonal office with hospital white walls, the only furniture a desk and two chairs, radiated professionalism and distance, and so did the calm look on his face.

"I am glad that you are willing to participate in this study, miss." he said with a polite but somewhat bored voice. The slightly sleepy tone made it obvious that he had had this exact conversation a thousand times before with other subjects. "As I am sure you know from reading the information we sent you, we will be studying the psychology of gender roles. For the duration of the study, two weeks, you will stay at this facility at all times, and perform various tasks together with the other participants." It sounded like he was reading from a script, and maybe he was. "I also need to remind you, that it is important that you act as natural as possible at all times." he continued.

For a second he snatched out of his almost robot like mode. A peculiar smile spread over his face, and for the first time he really looked at her. If she didn't knew better, she would say he actually stared at her breasts. "I am sure we both will find it quite an experience." he said with a amused voice, before he continued in his normal tone. "Do you have any questions so far?"
 
"Ummm well thanks, I guess. I do need this final lab to at least bump my psychology grade up to a B" Christy said to the strange Dr. Edwardson, who she now noticed was staring directly at her breasts. She blushed furiously and turned away, the 21 year old red head was in her fourth year at the university and she needed this grade to graduate with honors. She reminded herself of this as she turned back to him and smiled.

"Thank you doctor. What exactly is it that I'm going to be doing with you today?" She said, letting him soak in her body. If he wanted to look, so what? She was young, her firey red hair splayed out down to her shoulders, her tight, athletic body honed from years of playing sports and eating right. She was proud of her body, not a single ounce of fat out of place.

"So how shall we begin?"
 
"Well," he said, still not giving her the courtesy of looking into her eyes, "It is more a question about what I will be doing with you then what you will be doing with me." There was something strange in the way he looked at her - his judging eyes looked like those of a surgeon studying his patient before the first cut. "In this study, your role will be more the one of the test subject than the one of the the researcher. But don't worry, you will get your beloved grade."

"The first step is for you to complete this questionnaire." he continued, and handed her a piece of paper. Her name was already filled in, and under it were a couple of statements that should be graded on a scale to from 1 (do not agree at all) to 5 (agree completely). I looked like a typical survey, until she actually started to read the statements.

  • I am a good chef.
  • I am good at taking care of children.
  • I am good at pleasing men sexually.
  • I am a slut.
  • A slutty girl is a good girl.
  • I have sex often.
  • I perform oral sex often.
  • I have anal sex often.

Apart from that, she was also supposed to write down the age at which she lost her virginity, the total number of sexual partners she had had, and when she last had sex. The doctors bored faced showed no sign of understanding the private nature of the questions - he just looked at her like if he had only asked her what she had for lunch. "Here's a pen. You can start right away."
 
"Ummm wow, these are some odd questions. What is this for again?" Christy said, as she looked over the questionnaire. Well, she was a good chef, so she gave herself a 4 for that. She was good with taking care of children, she had baby sat all of her life so she put a 5 there.

But what about these? Good at pleasing men sexually? She figured that was a 3. She definitely wasn't a slut, so that was a 1, and a slutty girl was definitely not a good girl, so that was a 1 as well. She had sex about as much as the average girl, so she gave herself a 3 there, and she hardly ever gave oral sex (it was icky) so she gave it a 1. She NEVER had anal sex before so if she could have given it a zero she would have, but she had to settle on a 1.

She needed this grade though, so she decided to answer the rest. She lost her virginity at the age of 15 and since then had about 4 sex partners. She had sex about a month ago at a party.

"Ummm I'm finished, is that it?" She said, a bit taken aback by the nature of the questions.
 
"Don't worry about it. It is just for your personality profile, it will be used later in the evaluation." he said, trying to sound calming, even though his answer didn't make much sense. When she was done with the questionnaire, he picked up the paper and studied it carefully, raising an eyebrow while he read, mumbling something inaudible to himself. The strange doctor did not seem to care that it was rather personal information he handled - instead of trying to be discreet he seemed to enjoy peeking into the most private parts of her life. "Thank god you are good at cooking." he concluded when he was done reading. "I am sure the rest will sort itself out." He got up from his chair. "Please follow me. The next step is your physical examination."

He led her out of the office to the corridor, guiding her through the research facilities labyrinth of almost exactly similar halls. They met some people, all of them older men wearing white lab coats, all nodding and offering dr. Edwardson a polite greeting as they passed. All except one. Christy almost bumped into her as she rounded a corner. This young girl with her blonde hair in two childish looking pony tails looked like no doctor - instead of a lab coat she wore a short black skirt, accompanied by a ridiculously tight red tank top. The snug cloth showed the shape of her far to big to be natural tits, down to the erect nipples, and it was stained with some kind of white sticky fluid. When she saw the doctor, her face brightened up. Her lips, that had the same fluid smeared around them, turned into a huge smile, and she just couldn't hide her excitement. "Oh! Doctor Edwardson! Please, don't you have time for a quick…" she started begging, but she was interrupted by the nervous looking doctor. "No, not now. Who let you out?" he said with an annoyed voice. "Can I play with her then?" the bimbo asked, turning to Christy now. "Please? I need someone to play with!" Her hands were folded and she looked up at him like a child begging for candy.
 
"Personality profile...I'm a bit confused, I have to at least mention that," Christy said, as she followed the doctor through what seemed like miles of a labyrinthian facility. She quickly lost what little sense of direction she had down here, there was no way she would be able to find her way back in the case of an emergency. Luckily, though, she could just follow the doctor out and into safety. "And why would my being good at cooking affect this case?"

Before the doctor could answer Christy gasped as a rather well endowed woman covered in some type of strange (but oddly familiar) fluid almost crashed right into her. Christy looked in amazement as the woman begged to play with her. Play, play how? Christy tried to work it out in her head but she was too distracted by the woman's garb. She was dressed awfully bimboey for such an esteemed place of science. Plus, what kind of a laboratory assistant or lab employee had such huge, ridiculously fake tits?! She didn't answer the girl as an unknown employee quickly escorted her away from the duo. Christy made a mental note to herself as she cupped her own breasts....she was happy that she was a natural 34B. They weren't gigantic, but they were firm and not as ridiculously humiliating as those knockers she had.

"What was that all about? Why did she keep saying she wanted to 'play' with me?" She asked Dr. Edwardson.
 
He looked relieved when the odd girl was escorted away from them - they could hear her sulk, and the male nurse that lead her away tried to calm her by ensuring they could play instead. "Uhm, that was Brenda, she's a patient here. It's a sad story, really, she has an sexual obsessive compulsive disorder that we have tried to cure, but unfortunately we have not been able to make any progress. In her mind, there exists nothing but sexual desires. Imagine yourself in her position - how dreary wouldn't your life be." He sounded compassionate as he described the confused girls situation, but beneath that warm tone there was something else, an insidious playfulness that shone through his calm facade.

They arrived at a door with the text "Transformation Clinic" written on it. He opened it and led her inside, to a small room over filled with all kinds of medical equipment - computer screens with cryptic diagrams on them, stashes of syringes, a pile of books on obscure topics, with a forgotten pair of used plastic gloves on top of them. The center piece of the room was a hospital bed on wheels, the cheats neatly made, with a big bright lamp hanging from the ceiling above it. A man with straggling dark brown hair was sitting at a desk, intensely looking into a microscope, and when the couple entered the room he looked up with a surprised but cheerful face. He seemed to be in his late 20's, and the combination of a lean, freckled face and a pair of thick glasses gave him a rather nerdy look.

"Christy, this is Dave, our intern. You will be his first subject." dr Edwardson explained. "Dave, this is Christy." Dave was studying her body with ardent eyes, his gaze never really rising above her neck. "What an excellent material to work on." he said with an shrill, eager voice.
 
"Oh my god, that's horrible. I never even knew there was such a disease or a syndrome like that. That would be a lonely life to lead, just looking for your next orgasm or sexual partner. Sexual obsessive compulsive disorder? That's odd, I've never heard of that in any of my coursework," she said, scratching her head as the girl was basically dragged away. When the door was closed she could have sworn she heard the male nurse saying something to the effect of, "Ok start sucking slut" but that couldn't have been what she had heard, right?

Transformation clinic? Odd...that surely must mean something other than what I'm thinking, she thought to herself as they walked in. Her eyes set on what she thought was a doctor, and she crossed her arms over her chest when she noticed him blatantly staring at her body. What was with the men in this place, had they never seen a woman's chest before?

"Ummm hi Dave, mind looking up here?" She said to the nerdy looking intern. He would have been cute, she thought to herself, if he took a little care of himself. "Excellent...material? I'm sorry for all the questions, but I still don't understand. What you've told me is still rather vague and I'm not quite sure what I'll be doing yet."

She took a seat in the middle of the room, the doctor and internist still hovering above her.
 
Dave didn't seem to care about Christys irritable comment - he obviously did not have the manners to apologies, or even the shame to at least blush. Instead he just kept studying her like she was some kind of exotic specimen. And maybe that was exactly what she was?

"I will give you a reading list as soon as we are done, and then you will have more information than you ever wanted, I promise." dr Edwardson reassured her. "But right now we need to get on with this, you can do your reading later when you're not wasting mine and Daves time." he said, not caring to hide his irritation. "We are required by law to give an extensive vaccination program to everyone who works at a medical research facility like this. I know that you won't be working with anything contagious, but the law is the law. It is just a simple formality." the doctor explained in a slightly impatient voice. "So could you please lie down on the bed, the first shot might make you feel a little bit dizzy." He emphasized the word please, but did not really manage to sound very friendly anyway.

Dave, who finally had gotten his eyes of her body, was already preparing a syringe. He was holding it up to the light, tapping on it with his finger tips to make sure that any bubbles in the clear solution disappeared. The smile on his face was just a bit to overwrought to look decent, and his eyes blazed with excitement.
 
Christy seemed rather offput by the intern in the room. He seemed a bit out of it, just focusing on her body as she felt him drinking her in with his eyes. It was rather....weird, and she was getting a bit nervous.

"A shot? Well ok, I don't want to get anything from this lab" Christy said as she sat down on the table and lay down. It was weird that she had to get a vaccination, but there was something about this lab where she just wanted to go along with what they said and not stir the pot.

She poked her arm out and the intern swabbed her with alcohol. She didn't like needles and she looked away when she saw him take out a large one. She let out a loud EEP as she felt the sharp stinging sensation of the needle enter her vein. She groaned a bit, damnit it hurt! As the chemical started to flow through her body she felt weird....the world was getting a bit dizzy and fuzzy, and she saw the internist smiling heavily.

"What...what did you do to me?"
 
The intern and the doctor looked down on her, closely studying her reaction. The bright light from the lamp above her suddenly felt so intense, it almost hurt to look up at it. Everything was starting to blur together, she could hardly tell who was who anymore, all there was were two big, smug smiles and the bright, bright light, and it felt like the world was spinning, like if she was on a small boat in the middle of a stormy ocean. All contours became less and less sharp, the world around her was collapsing into a white void.

Just as she was about to fall into unconsciousness, everything suddenly snapped back to normal. She could see clearly again, and at least most of the headache was gone. The only thing that had changed was that she was strapped to the bed - he wrists and ankles tied down by thick leather bands, her legs spread as wide apart as the bed allowed. Dr. Edwardson was bending down over her, and judging from the stinging pain in her neck, he was pushing a needle directly into her carotid artery.

"Shouldn't we sedate her during the transformation? Protocol says subjects should be..." Dave, who was mixing some kind of solution in an conical flask, asked. The doctor sputtered at his objection. "How fun would that be? This shot will be just as effective in disarming any resistance." he explained as he pressed the content of the syringe into her blood stream. "Any muscle tension in her body will cause an equal neural response in her genital nerve ends. Struggling, screaming or even just experiencing sharp pain will make her more and more aroused until the point when the bitch won't be able to think clear because she cums so hard." He laughed at his own words, clearly pleased with himself, and Dave joined in with a effervescent laugh.

When they saw that her eyes were open again, they both went silent and looked down at her with eyes filled with expectation. "Good morning, princess!" the doctor greeted her.
 
She must have been under for a while...the last thing Christy remembered was the world suddenly starting to spin, a wave of nausea running over her body, and then everything went back. It was like slipping into a deep, dark sleep...but the wakeup was brutal. Rays of light peeked through her eyelids as she cringed, everything flooding back to her. She became aware of a horrible stinging sensation in her neck and her eyes popped open all the way, her head pounding, as she saw the internist and the horrible doctor standing above her. She tried to move but she was tied down by heavy thick leather bands....her legs were spread eagle and her wrists were above her head.

"What....what are you two doing to me! Let me go right now!" She cried out, looking around the room wildly as she tried to get away. She was barely processing thing....transformation? Were they talking about her cumming? It made absolutely no sense. As she struggled she realized her body was starting to feel rather hot...her nipples were almost pulsating with her heartbeat.

"And don't you dare call me a princess again, I'm not some five year old tart" She said, spitting the words out at the doctor and his internist buddy. "When people find out about this you'll be in so much trouble!"
 
adam.edwardson
The doctor rolled his eyes at the tied up girls demands. She was just a body on his table, and he intended to make the most of this marvelous opportunity. "All people will find out is that you suddenly changed your looks and personality a little. Most of your real friend won't be able to stand the new you, and the boys that hang out with you just for your looks will just be happy to finally get to do what they always wanted with you." While he spoke, he grabbed her shirt with both hands, and ripped the thin cloth off her body. Her skirt received the same treatment.

maiesiobreed
"Wait...why wouldn't my friends want to hang out with me? What are you planning on doing to me?" She cried out, EEPING loudly as her shirt was wripped off of her body, same with her skirt. She was practically naked on the table, just her matching pink bra and pink boy shorts saving her from full nudity. She felt so weird, her nipples were practically cutting tyhrough her bra, why where they so fucking hard at a time like this?!

adam.edwardson
The Doctor ignored her questions. "Are you sure 10 mg of cytasporidium is safe?" Dave asked the doctor, as he handed over the flask he had been mixing. "I read in the journal that you gave Brenda 6 ml, and her need for male cum have been… well… kind of problematic." Dr. Edwardson just shrugged his shoulders. "We have to push the limits, thats what science is for. My estimate is that she will need to drink cum every six hours or something like that, or she will suffer the same syndrome as when being without water for extended periods."

maiesiobreed
"I'm not going to be drinking anyone's cum! You can't do this to me....hmmphhhhhh jesus christ, what is going on," She said, more and more flushed. Everytime she wriggled her hips to try and slip out of her bonds....something happened. It felt as if her pussy and nipples were on fire, but in a lovely way. A moan escaped her lips as she wriggle dher hips again...she was sopping wet! Why was she suddenly so horny, what had they done to her?

adam.edwardson
"If it makes you any more happy, darling, you will learn to love it. In fact, I am pretty sure you will be begging for it, sooner or later." dr. Edwardson said, amused by her resistance. "Video documentation was a great idea." he said turning to Dave, and pointed at a survailence camera in the ceiling. "I hope the wet spot between her legs will be visible on the film." They both laughed.

Dave were holding some kind of long plastic tube, with a funnel at one end. He put a pair of latex gloves on, and in the middle of Christys sentence he pushed the other end of the tube into her open mouth, pressing it deep down her throat, activating her gag reflex, making her muscles spasm, resulting in a tingling feeling between her legs. Dr. Edwardson poured the content of the flask down the funnel, and a burning feeling worse then the strongest alcohol she had ever tasted filled her throat.

maiesiobreed
christy blushed furiously as she realized this was all being taped. What in gods name had she signed herself up for here! She was nervous, scared, and overwhelmingly horny, it was the strangest mix of feelings she had ever experienced in her entire life. She looked fearfully at the tube and the funnel, looking both to the doctor and the internist.... "I really hope that's not going where I think it ghanhhghhhhhhh" She cried out, gagging as the tube was forced down her throat. The horrible sensation of drowning washed over her, but as the tube was extended more and more it began to go away...her gag reflex was getting used to something being pushed down her gullet. She wanted to puke as she was forcefed some of the grossest liquid she had ever tasted in her life, but there was absolutely she could do about what was happening to her right now. She could only ride out the wave.

adam.edwardson
After what felt like forever, the tube was pulled out of her throat, finally giving her the possibility to actually get some air. "Time to work on her pussy." the doctor said, cutting her shorts off with a scissor. He lifted them to his nose and smelled the scent of her juices. "Last time you wear ugly underwear like these. A slut like you should wear something sexy to please your superior." he said as he threw them at her. They landed right on her face, and the smell really was overwhelming.

After taking a long, fascinated look at her pussy - his eyes were big like those of a teenage boy watching his first porno - Dave managed to gather the focus he needed to prepare a syringe with some kind of pink liquid, and hand it over to the doctor.

maiesiobreed
"those aren't ugly....they're sexy" She said, trying to maintain some amount of dignity, as hard as it was with her own underwear strewn across her face. She was trying everything she could to not moan out loud....but the sensations were just swirling around her body. "I'm....I'm not a slut" She moaned again, this time out loud and blushed furiousy. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do that out loud" She said. She didn't know if she was saying it for their benefit or for hers. What in gods name was going on....!

adam.edwardson
The doctor put a pair of latex gloves on, and a second later she felt the cold touch of his fingers on her pussy, "We will se about that, darling. After all, right now you're having a stranger play with your pussy, and judging from how wet you are you just love it." He was pressing her pussylips apart, revealing her clit, and then she felt two thick fingers slowly sinking into her body. It was easy for him to push into her wet hole - he could press them all the way in in a single push. With his other hand, he gave her clit a playfull pinch, twisting it between his fingers.

maiesiobreed
"Unnnghhhhh oh fuckkkk kme fuckkkkkkk meeee that' feels so good" She heard herself saying, almost like in a dream. Seh couldn't believe she was egging this horrible man on, but she was so horny she just couldn't help it. She found herself bucking her hips up and down, almost begging for more, and the movements in turn set her clit absolutely on fire. She opened her mouth, but no noise came up as she silently screamed in pleasure, her back arching violently, as a truly magnificent orgasm exploded out of her body, buried deep, deep down within her. "What....oh god....what...." She said, stammering again. Her body still felt flushed though.

adam.edwardson
"Lie still, you horny bitch. You will get fucked later, but now we got work to do." the doctor snapped. He took the syringe from Dave, and positioned the sharp, cold tip of the needle right at her clit. A wave of stinging pain mixed with sensation flowed throw her body as he pressed the needle into her most sensitive part. Through the fabric of her own wet panties, Christy could see him empty the pink content into her. "This will increase the bloodflow to her clitoris, making it expand by over a hundred percent." he explained to Dave. "It will also increase the neural activity, making it more sensitive to pleasure, as well as pain." She needed no reminder on the latter part - even after he pulled the needle out she could feel a burning feeling where the needle had once penetrated her.

maiesiobreed
"UNNGHHhhhhhhh oh goddddd that hurts!" She cried out, the needle removing itself from her clit. She hardly heard what he was saying as her body started to burn, her hips wriggling. What she didn't see, what she coudln't see since she was strapped down, was her lovely pink clit slowly expanding and getting bigger, rising up from its once small pea size to almost that of a huge marble. She could feel it though, within her folds, rubbing and scraping against her, as she let out another thunderous moan....good lord she was gong to have to get used to this if she was going to function at all in society. "No...no more....you made my clit huge, that's it right, that was your experiment!"

adam.edwardson
She could feel blood being drained from her head, making her dizzy, and she felt strangely warm between her wide open legs. The doctor pulled his fingers out of her pussy, leaving what felt like a cold void behind. "I want you to be able to see this." he said as he picked the wet short from her face, pressing them in between her lips instead, heavy handedly pressing the damp cloth into her mouth. The salty taste of her own pussy filled her sour throat. With her sight clear she could se what the doctor was holding in his other hand - a scalpel. "Don't be afraid, my little toy, this will only hurt a little." he said.
 
She could feel blood being drained from her head, making her dizzy, and she felt strangely warm between her wide open legs. The doctor pulled his fingers out of her pussy, leaving what felt like a cold void behind. "I want you to be able to see this." he said as he picked the wet short from her face, pressing them in between her lips instead, heavy handedly pressing the damp cloth into her mouth. The salty taste of her own pussy filled her sour throat. With her sight clear she could see what the doctor was holding in his other hand - a scalpel. "Don't be afraid, my little toy, this will only hurt a little." he said.

He lowered the scalpel, and she could feel the cold metal rest on her swollen clitoris. The light touch sent a spasm through her body, almost like a bolt of electricity, causing her legs to shake and her chest to arch, giving Dave who were studying the subject on the table with lustfilled eyes an even better view of her breasts, covered only by her pink bra. The doctor pressed the edge of the scalpel against the hood around her clitoris, the sharp blade easily sinking in a millimeter into it even without any pressure applied. "You see, darling, without the protection the preputium clitoridis provides taking a walk will be so much more fun... You practically wont be able to wear panties without coming just from the stimulation of the cloth against your clit." he explained, sounding somewhat like a teacher instructing his class.

While he talked, he started to cut through the skin of her hood with the scalpel, his dexterous hands working steadily. Her body tensed up, like a string winded up to far, as the pain overwhelmed her senses. For a short second all that pain was everything that existed, but her body seemed to have some strange counter reaction - a sensation started to build up in her pussy, spreading all through her body. She was painfully aware of every square inch of her skin, it seemed to crave human touch, the feeling of her hard nipples pressed against the inside of her bra was disturbingly hard to ignore, and her pussy felt so empty, so cold... Then, with a supple twist of his hand, the doctor was done, and she was left with the itching burning pain around her clit.
 
"Hmmmphhhhh HMMPHHHHHHHH!" She cried out, the wet panties stuffed up in her mouth. The glint of the metal scalpel caught the light in the hospital room and she cried out in pain as she felt it cutting through her hood....she writhed on the bed, twisting and turning her best to try and get away, but it was impossible. She was in more pain than she had ever been in her entire life, but her body was also hot, goose pimples raising up on her skin. Her nipples were like rocks, pointing obscenely out of her bra like two little missiles just dying to be set free. She moaned to herself, not in pain, but to her utter disgust, pleasure.

What had been done to her! Her body was craving tough, craving to be fucked, her clit was almost on fire, just pulsating and begging to be flicked....she felt like she was dying! She needed an orgasm and she needed one badly, it was so embarrassing to be doing this in front of the doctor and his intern, but she coudln't help but thrash around and buck her hips like a painful little slut.
 
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