A young woman who, prior to the events of the story, was inexperienced in sexual matters. She is somewhat shy and uncertain about her desires but is open to exploring them under guidance. She displays vulnerability and curiosity throughout her interactions with Dr. Hawthorne.

Morgan tried to relax, to let go as instructed, but she found it difficult. Every time the device sucked at her clit, she tensed up, bucked her hips. Her breathing remained quick and heavy, and soon the machine had her moaning on top of her panting. Her moans, at least to her, did not sound very sexy, however. They were loud, deep, with an undercurrent of fear and surprise going through them. The thought that she sounded rather like a cow, or some other animal, only added to the feeling she was being milked.

When the machine was removed, a jolt of sexual agony shot through her, causing her to writhe and almost scream, gritting her teeth as she struggled against her restraints. It wasn't exactly painful. Or, rather, it was not just plain pain. It was something very different, something much worse, which she had never before experienced. She struggled to calm to, breathing very fast as she continued to squirm in her seat.

She couldn't bring herself to respond when doctor Hawthorne brought out the small vibrator. Her energy was all spent, her body aching for an orgasm, even if she didn't quite understand the feeling. When that little cylinder touched her, so dangerously close to her clit, her excitement returned with full force, her climax building up so quickly she felt about to burst, holding her breath as she submitted to Hawthorne's power.

Dr. Hawthorne then moved the vibrator up and down her moistening slit and then back with a force over her clit, up and down the shaft teasing it mercilessly. She then turned the vibrator off again smiling with the pain and desperation of poor little Morgan's face. She herself was feeling quite aroused. She let her gloved hand hover over her sex, stroking it through the thin fabric of her scrubs and lab coat. Then she returned her attention to Morgan.

Her lubricated fingers traced the folds of her labia carefully. Nimble and cold fingers exploring everything and ever where. She knew exactly where to touch, caress, tease. She could feel the girls body crying out for the orgasm she craved so badly. But she played with her for a while. Finally she flicked her clit, yet again, and then replaced the collector cup and pump over her little bud.

This time she turned the machine on high. The device pumped and sucked with a power that it had hardly ever been used at before. The buzz was audible though the room. The doctor, waiting to see the girl's orgasm, returned to her head, secured tightly to the bench. She forced, gently, two long fingers into the girl's moaning mouth, exploring and tracing. Fingers damp with Morgan's juices.

At that point, Morgan barely felt conscious. She was, but she felt like she was drifting, somehow, weightless, the force of the pleasure and the teasing too much for her inexperienced mind to handle all at once.

It wasn't just her body crying out for orgasm, her every muscle clenching and relaxing with the machine's pulls. She was crying out as well, quite loudly, in a way that to her sounded rather like a donkey—if a bit less comical, a lot more sexual. She was too deep in pleasure to be embarrassed, however. She continued panting and moaning while Hawthorne teased without mercy.

Her orgasm was unlike anything she'd expected. If she'd expected anything at all. It felt a bit like an explosion, feelings she couldn't describe washing over her, frightening in their intensity. She didn't even cry out. All she managed was a quiet, "Oh fuck," as every muscle in her body seized. At first, the feeling was pure discomfort, and for what felt like a long time, but in reality must have been less than a second, she was scared the feeling wouldn't go away. Slowly, however, the feeling turned to pleasure, throbbing inside her, making her spasm.

When the doctor's latex gloved fingers entered her mouth, she couldn't resist. She was practically drooling already, though her senses were returning quickly. She was aware those fingers had been inside her, and that it should have been disgusting but was amazing. Morgan simply relaxed, letting the doctor explore.

Hawthorne felt the girl orgasm beneath her and smiled to herself, when the bucking and frantic sounds finished she removed her fingers from the girls mouth and left, the poor panting and sweaty thing strapped to the chair for a moment. She then discarded her gloves and took out a new pair, holding them in her long and experienced hands.

She returned to her spot by Morgan's head and stroked her sweaty hair until she had calmed down, the panting still audible but slowing considerable. She ran her finger down the girl's jaw and between her large breasts, finally releasing the girl's nipples from the clamps that they had been restrained in.

"That was very good Morgan. Your mistress is impressed." She cooed touching her full lips and then snapping the new pair of latex gloves back on her hands She then returned between the girls legs and looked into her shy eyes. They looked almost as if they, wanted something. The doctor was a good people reader, she prided her self in it, and she flashed Morgan a toothy smile. "Now Morgan, do you have a request for me?" She asked sweetly, giving the girl's sensitive clit another flick.

Morgan whimpered quietly, shuddering as she came down from the high of her first proper orgasm. Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined she'd go into the doctor's office, agree to be restrained, then brought to a mind-blowing climax. Even though the feeling was fading, she still felt tingly inside, almost like all sorts of pent-up pressure and desire had been released, leaving her feeling utterly satisfied.

When the doctor touched her clit again, she gave a little gasp, and smiled. She nodded, but didn't answer immediately, her breathing still heavy, like just thinking required great effort.

"Like I said, I've never had sex, not even oral. But... I really wanna know what it's like to go down on a woman," Morgan said, looking the doctor in the eyes. After what she'd just gone through—what she was still going through—she just couldn't manage to feel ashamed at her own request.

The doctor smiled at her request and slowly undid her doctors coat for the girl. Each moment was sensual, something to be savored. She first removed the lab coat, and then her heels. Next was the scrubs underneath. Naked and standing before the girl she unstrapped her from the chair she was on. Next she took a seat on the exam bench. Legs spread over the sides, the paper sheet already a little damp.

"Hop on out of that chair and find out darling." She drawled, patting the small step just below her own sex. She would enjoy this, even knowing it was a leaning experience for the girl. She would enjoy training her new little pet.

Morgan waited, passive, watching, while her doctor undressed herself. That morning, coming into the doctor's office, sex had been a slightly foreign thing, something she didn't know, and certainly didn't get any of. She could scarcely believe what had happened just a few minutes after that, and how quickly she'd gone from a straight-up virgin to someone who'd experienced an intense orgasm at someone else's hands. And now her doctor was undressing, and spreading her legs.

With some difficulty, she managed to get out of the chair, shaking the whole time. Just what she was expected to do, she didn't know, and so she walked slowly, cautiously toward the doctor. She reached out, placing her trembling hands on the doctor's thighs, looking up at her with big, questioning eyes.

She knew how it was done—sort of—but she waited for some sort of instruction, some tip, somewhere to start.


Dr. Hawthorne is an experienced and dominant figure, taking control of the situation with her patient, Morgan. She is confident in her actions and enjoys guiding others through sexual experiences. She is a seductive and authoritative figure who takes pleasure in asserting her dominance over Morgan.

The doctor smiled at her request and slowly undid her doctors coat for the girl. Each moment was sensual, something to be savored. She first removed the lab coat, and then her heels. Next was the scrubs underneath. Naked and standing before the girl she unstrapped her from the chair she was on. Next she took a seat on the exam bench. Legs spread over the sides, the paper sheet already a little damp.

"Hop on out of that chair and find out darling." She drawled, patting the small step just below her own sex. She would enjoy this, even knowing it was a leaning experience for the girl. She would enjoy training her new little pet.


A man with an impressive physical stature, boasting a muscular body and notably large genitals. He possesses strong hands and appears to be quite attractive in his own right. His personality is complex; he's submissive yet takes pleasure in the dominance exerted by Amethyst. He seems to harbor a fetish for vore, finding arousal in the macabre act of his wife's consumption. Despite his wife's unfaithfulness, he displays an odd mix of loyalty and sadistic satisfaction as she meets her end. Furthermore, he shows respect towards Amethyst, addressing her as 'queen', indicating either fear or reverence for her power.

Chase's demeanor turned from one of terror and nervous, to the quite opposite. One should be by all means running for the hills for the situation he found himself in. But nevertheless there he stood, aroused more so than he could ever recall in his life. His unfaithful wife squirming away for her life in vein as prey inside a much more powerful species big belly. His eyes widened with her threats of his demise, knowing full well if that had been her intention, it would have already happened. He stroked his throbbing impressive member proudly to his full guest. "Well if you ate me who is going to find you the best most fill meals for your greedy belly?" He grinned anxiously guiding his huge cock to the contorting dome.

He guided it gracefully across the stretches some, lightly slapping it against the digesting surface playfully like a drum. He smile warmly hearing of the pleasure his poor Megan was providing form the inside. He shook his head as she joked about devouring his cock. "No my queen, just ease your throat and move your mouth back and forth, and a nice sweet and salty treat will erupt down into your full belly..." he grinned guiding his shaft and swollen head up to the predators lips teasingly, very anxious for release.

Amethyst looked at him as he spoke about eating him. "I never said eat your body I meant that... thing you are pointing at me." She knew darn well what was happening, he was infatuated with the power she held. She looked at him and smiled as he slapped it against her belly.

"You hear that Megan, turns out I lied." She snickered slightly as she grasped his cock in her mouth quickly and took it in. Sucking softly and twirling her tongue where she couldn't reach it in her mouth. Her alien side came through when engulfing him, deepthroating him with ease as she licked him softly before letting go and bobbing her head again. Her eyes glanced over at him and they were eager for more.

Chase gasped aloud as the wet maw of Amethyst wrapped her plump lips around the swollen head of his cock. Have just devoured his wife entirely, his cock was easy work despite how big he was. Rapidly her hungry mouth took every inch of him, causing her throat to swell slightly as she looked up to him. His hips and legs quivered as he slowly maneuvered himself to straddle overtop of her immensely meat filled belly. His legs Barry touched the floor sitting atop the huge globe as he hoped this wasn't causing discomfort for Amethyst as she had a complete mouthful of his cock.

"Holy... holy shit Amethyst..." he moaned gently grasping the back of her head for support softly as she bobbed up and down his thick veiny shaft. He body rising and falling slightly sitting atop her big belly as it was hard at work digesting poor Megan, all the while the last thing she'd feel soon would be the shower of his warm huge cum load finishing her off as Amethyst's belly took her, turning her to nutrients for the aliens beautiful sexy curves.

Amethyst continued to hold him in her mouth. The way he bucked his hips and straddled only caused her to moan slightly. She continued to suck and bob her head when she thought he needed more stimulation. Opening her mouth she took his cock in and his balls. Sucking on them slightly and wrapping her tongue in a snake's rotation around his cock.

Her alien abilities were enough to make her own species gain pleasure from all of their accounts of pleasure. Glancing over at him she watched as he seemed to be enjoying. She hoped he would cum soon, instead of speaking she thought she would use her ability to tell him exactly what she was thinking.

"Cum, let your wife get her final gift, she is physically slipping. Let her taste you one last time."

It was as if Amethyst knew exactly what Chase was wanting, and what exactly was the quickest way to the prize lurking within his insanely heavy cum filled balls. Perhaps she did indeed. Chase was completely lost in euphoric pleasure as her snake like maw slide up and down the vast expanse of his shaft in the most graceful motion. He traced his hands downward and into her plump cleavage as her digesting belly sloshed and contorting like a huge stretched water bed below his waist. He hoped her stomach would stay huge at least for a few hours so he could enjoy a post orgasm belly rub.

He hands clutched her big breasts, feeling her very human like comparison bare against his strong grip. His eyes widened and he braced up against her shoulders, not expecting his huge balls to be slurped up into her mouth to join his already alive soaked. "Oh fuuuuuck Amethyst..." he trailed off his eyes almost glazing over. Suddenly he could hear something in his mind. Cum let your wife get her final gift he heard, knowing it was her speaking directly into his mind somehow without using actual words. This caused his balls to tense, her tongue ravishing the full orbs. It was all over, and Chase couldn't contain himself any longer.

Like a knee jerk reaction his entire muscular body flexed. His hands grasped the back of Amethyst's head out of natural reaction as his cock exploded. "Fuuuuuuuuck!!!" He exclaimed as his cum load erupting forth from the swollen head of him, flooding wave after wave of thick warm cum into the aliens stretched throat. Instinctively he reached one hand down to press on the side of her belly. Almost praying and hoping his huge deposit would make a noticeable growth in the already impossibly swelled dome.

Amethyst moaned as she felt him clutching her breasts. She eagerly sucked him and continued to while he looked at her. She assumed he got his message, knowing humans were feeble and less then her species on Orgen. They seemed to have trouble communicating beyond words, limited in speech and motor capabilities.

She watched as he began to tremble the feeling of his grasp as he came into her mouth and down her stomach. She hoped that Megan got her final gift as part of the living and moaned once she finished, slowly releasing his balls and slowly pulling back from his cock, lapping him up.

She then went and kissed his cock a few times before leaving a small nip on his belly button. "Fuck, you do good work. More of a salty thing than a dessert in my opinion. But you are doing a good job." She said as she patted his side. "Well then darling. Mama needs to relax." She said looking down at her belly noticing the extension of hands fighting yet, hanging on for dear life as her lower body was starting to be engulfed.

Chase breathed heavily as he felt the last of his cum enter deep down into her insatiable belly. Looking down as she slowly released him chuckling softly at the salty taste. "Mmm I'm sorry my queen, guess I need more fruit in my diet." He grinned slowly sliding down off her titanic gut and sitting up on the kitchen floor, still admiring the spectacle that was before him. He had never cum so much, nor been so turned on in all his life as he was seeing the post meal show that Amethyst was displaying for him.

The groans and glorps were getting louder, signaling Megan's digestion was in full gear as Chase looked on. Mama needs to relax he nodded as the sultry words slowly left the predators mouth. "Mmmm yes of course my queen... can I help you to the bedroom... surely you'd be more comfortable there to finish your... meal." Chase chuckled, still getting used to referring to his all but gone wife as food.


An alien creature who possesses a unique blend of human-like and otherworldly features. She has the ability to consume and digest large prey, with her body capable of expanding significantly to accommodate this process. Her appearance is seductive and enticing, with plump lips, a vast expanse of a belly, and ample breasts that Chase finds irresistible. Personality-wise, she is dominant and in control, relishing in her power over others. She's also quite articulate and enjoys engaging in psychological games by describing in detail the digestion process happening within her. Despite her predatory nature, she displays a level of care for Chase's comfort during their intimate encounter.

Chase breathed heavily as he felt the last of his cum enter deep down into her insatiable belly. Looking down as she slowly released him chuckling softly at the salty taste. "Mmm I'm sorry my queen, guess I need more fruit in my diet." He grinned slowly sliding down off her titanic gut and sitting up on the kitchen floor, still admiring the spectacle that was before him. He had never cum so much, nor been so turned on in all his life as he was seeing the post meal show that Amethyst was displaying for him.

The groans and glorps were getting louder, signaling Megan's digestion was in full gear as Chase looked on. Mama needs to relax he nodded as the sultry words slowly left the predators mouth. "Mmmm yes of course my queen... can I help you to the bedroom... surely you'd be more comfortable there to finish your... meal." Chase chuckled, still getting used to referring to his all but gone wife as food.

Amethyst looked up at Chase. "I could move but I'm fine right here, I have to be. It's a bit of a big meal, I appreciate it. Your wife indeed is very tasty. As was your 'dessert.'" She complimented as she spread her legs. Her eyes wide as she leaned her head back. "Do you enjoy the way I look, you seem infatuated with it. Does it interest you that you couldn't wrap your arms around me? Does it interest you more that your wife is paying for her crimes, by being my meal?"

She looked at him again as he mentioned her being a queen. "No worries also, I was just telling you what you tasted like. I could go in detail about how your wife sits inside me. Her legs gone now slowly devoured as just her upper torso is still available, how your seed splashed her in the face, probably having to taste it too."


An average to skinny looking 18 years old teenage boy, having medium long black hair and wearing glasses. He wears casual wear most of the time and is generally a quiet person except for around his decidedly small group of friends. He is, in short, the last kind of person you would expect to have such strong feelings for his younger sister Delilah. Personality-wise, he is a dominant and assertive individual, exhibiting clear control over the situation. He is quite passionate and lustful, deriving pleasure from both giving and receiving sexual acts. His playful yet commanding demeanor suggests that he enjoys being in charge while maintaining an intimate connection with his partner

Smiling, David Gerard kissed his sister on the lips, his hands taking their place on Delilah's petite hips, already hard and very aroused at the turn of events. He cradled his sister lovingly and whispered into her ear in reply. "Eager, aren't we?" Licking his lips, David Gerard pulled Delilah's chin so she was facing him head-on, and then kissed her passionately, at the same time his cock pushed further against her pussy which was naked under the skirt.

"Looks like my naughty sister needs to be put in her place." He whispered as he pulled away from the kiss, giving her a mischievous smile. "I think you should go to your room..." He trailed off the end of the sentence leaving the air nice and horny, putting his sister on the floor and kissing her on the forehead. "...be ready for when I come up to deal with you."

As she trotted upstairs happily and eagerly, David Gerard took one last look out the window to make sure there were no prying eyes, and then loosened his shirt, before he made his way up the stairs into Delilah's room.

She threw herself on her bed, tossing the covers around as she did so. The light streamed in and the sun graced her exposed flesh. Delilah would stay dressed while waiting for her brother. Now all she had to do was... She crawled around her bed trying to figure out position was best. She settled on sitting at the edge of her bed. Her legs spread and leaning back, supporting herself with one hand on her bed while her other hand trailed around her hairless slit. She moved a finger up and down getting her self moist waiting for her deer brother to show up.

As David Gerard walked in he smiled on the scene he was looking at. "Well, what do we have here?" Taking his shirt off, he made his way over to his sister, and put a finger on her chest. "Let's see about sorting you out, shall we?" He said as he pushed her lightly with his finger until she laid down onto the bed. He kissed her hard and passionately on the lips. "I've been waiting for this for so long." He said breathlessly inbetween kisses.

"Ohh poor big brother" Delilah giggled as she playfully dodged his kisses to speak. She reached a hand down to his pants and slid the zipper down. "Was the blow job I gave you to wake you up not enough?" she winked at him and put her hand in the denim to fondle him through his underwear. She kept playing with her slit as she ran her tongue over the flesh of his neck. "Mnn big brother, you're so fucking hard. I want this cock in me so badly" she purred at him.

"I always want more." He gasped as she undid his zip. "Oh God... I want you so bad." He moaned as she fondled him, and told him how badly she wanted him. "I want to fuck you senseless..." He panted, as he kissed her again, and squeezed her breast, making sure to be gentle and not cause any pain through squeezing too hard. "Let me have a feel of that pussy." David Gerard said, moving her hand out of the way and using his finger to feel inside her lips, at first going around her clit but then directly but gently rubbing over the tip of it. "You're so wet..." He gasped as he kissed her neck.

Delilah moaned as his finger pressed in her, she winked and squirmed away from him. "I want you too big brother" she slid away from him and undid his pants. She purred "I'm going to have a bit of fun with you though" Dropping his pants to his ankles she kissed his thighs and then to his member. All while leaving his undergarments on. "I just love this" she beamed up at him kissing his prick. She licked and suckled on the member through the material as she brought a hand to her slit and started to finger-fuck herself. "It's delicious just like this big brother" Delilah cooed while she darted her tongue in the fly to grace his prick as she pressed her face closer to his body.

Moaning in pleasure, and starting to sweat a little as his cock was pleasured and kissed by the beautiful young girl, David Gerard grabbed his sister's hair and held it tightly, not enough to hurt her, but enough to provide a little leverage for him to squeeze and relieve a little of the pressure that was now building up, and had been since this morning. Trying to maintain his relative 'sanity', he pulled back lightly on her hair, again, not enough to hurt his precious sister, but enough to pull his cock just out of her mouth's reach.

"Delicious, huh?" He said with a smirk. "Imagine what it tastes like in the flesh. You want to taste my cock more?" He looked into her eyes, as his cock grew even larger against the material of his boxers. "I want to taste your pussy, too..."

Delilah giggled deviously and grabbed the waistband of her brothers boxer shorts. She tugged them down and wrapped her arms around his waist. She opened her mouth to take the entire length in and started sucking on him again, her eyes locked on his as she did so. Delilah cooed around her brothers thick cock. Giving a small whine she pulled it from her mouth. A trail of spittle connecting the head of his cock to her pink lips. She backed up and threw herself on the bed, her legs spreading. She hiked up her skirt with one hand while the other dipped into her cunt. "Then taste it" she purred.

Eagerly, David Gerard got to his job, he began by kissing his sister's pussy lips, kissing as passionately as if he was kissing the girl on her mouth lips. Once his tongue touched her clit, however, he then began to lick eagerly and happily, the smell and taste of her arousing him all the more. He moaned and slurping sounds could be heard as he continued to lick her out, reaching his hand down to his cock and wanking hard as he did his job. "You taste so nice." He mumbled as he licked.

Delilah purred at her older brother. Moaning out as he licked her tightly little slit. "It feels even better when it's wrapped around your cock" she stuck her tongue out at him and grabbed him by the shoulders. Pulling him up so that he was lined up with her cunt. "Now come here and fuck your little sister's brains out" she cooed.

David Gerard smiled warmly and breathlessly as he kissed her on the lips. "As you wish." He moaned, before he slid in. Her pussy was so wet that his cock went in almost without problem, and he began to thrust. She was so warm inside, he could feel her moving with his thrusts and it just stimulated him more. He moaned loudly, his mouth wide open. He nuzzled into Delilah's shoulder as he continued to thrust, getting harder and faster, sweat beads forming all over his naked body. He cupped her breast with one hand as the sex continued.

Delilah wrapped her legs around her brother's waist, her arms around his neck as she tried to pull herself closer to him, getting more of his thick member into her tight little slit. "Oh god, big brother!" she cooed nibbling his neck. While whimpering she managed to say "We should" she gasped "Do this in" it felt so good, as heat rushed to her cheeks 'in public'.

David Gerard smiled and blushed, kissing her on the forehead as he continued to thrust hard with his pelvis, getting deeper every time he pushed. She was tight but he wanted his full length inside her, he wanted to be inside her. He thrusted faster and harder. "Patience, little sister." He gasped. "We have so much fun to have while mum and dad are away." His cock was almost fully inside her by now and he moaned loudly.

Delilah gave a playful huff as she pressed her hands to the bed and slid off of her brother's cock. "You too" Delilah gave a sassy little ring to her voice. She leaned down and kissed the head of his member. Lifting it up and giving it one long lick on the other side "Mnn, I just love the way I taste off of your dick" she purred and licked his sack. Smacking her lips Delilah threw herself on her stomach, she looked back at him and rose her tush in the air. "Fuck me deep big brother" She gave her tush a little shake.

"As you wish, my sexy little slut." David Gerard laughed, spanking her hard on her butt cheek, before he pushed himself into her. Her ass was even tighter than her cunt, and listening to the moans was enough to heighten the arousal. He loved fucking her every hole, but he bit his lip as he did so, thinking deeply.

She was beginning to get a little too eager, beginning to get too demanding with the sex, rather than being an obedient little slut. Maybe it was time to teach her a lesson, he thought. He kissed her neck from behind while he thrusted hard into her, moaning in ecstasy. "Where do you want me to cum?" He said, sneering slightly.


A 16 years old girl. Although from her petite body she could be mistaken for someone younger, her mind seems older than that. She has auburn hair, hazel eyes, a hairless vulva. She is David Gerard's younger sister. A playful and adventurous individual, willing to take risks and explore her sexuality. She's quite provocative and seductive in her actions, using teasing words and gestures to entice David Gerard.

Delilah gave a playful huff as she pressed her hands to the bed and slid off of her brother's cock. "You too" Delilah gave a sassy little ring to her voice. She leaned down and kissed the head of his member. Lifting it up and giving it one long lick on the other side "Mnn, I just love the way I taste off of your dick" she purred and licked his sack. Smacking her lips Delilah threw herself on her stomach, she looked back at him and rose her tush in the air. "Fuck me deep big brother" She gave her tush a little shake.


A confident and assertive man who knows how to take control of a situation. He's unafraid to express his desires, making him forward in his approach. His physical allure is evident in the way he uses his body language, suggesting an attractive and well-built figure. He has an undeniable charm that combines with a playful mirth, captivating those around him. His adventurous nature shines through during intimate moments, showing no hesitation in exploring new territories of pleasure. Despite his boldness, there's a sense of respect towards Andrea's boundaries indicating an underlying sensitivity.

Ulysses didn't need an answer to her question, he could see the gears in her head-turning, it was good enough for him. The approach had been forward but he only had so much time on this trip and he figured this was a vacation after all. His hand lingered on her legs while she mulled it over, a smile spread across her face in time and followed with a chuckle at his expense. Shamelessly he shrugged, mirth flashing in his eyes. No, he wasn't about to actually answer that. "I guess we are about to find out." He replied, while the waiter entered and delivered the drink he took a moment to reach for his as well.

Once the curtains were closed and she began to move, he set his drink down on the ground and turned his attention towards her. Andrea's long smooth legs gracefully moved across his lap, his hands immediately moved to run alongside one. The inside of his palm slipped between them, running up the inside, pausing mid-thigh before moving back to settle on her knee. A nod of his head followed, agreeing to her term. He did not plan on bringing up Jason, he didn't want her to cool off on him now that it seemed things were siding in his favor.

Leaning towards her, he slipped his free arm around her shoulders and pulled her to sit up and pull her closer. That arm dropped down to her waist before he leaned in. "Yes ma'am." Ulysses said lowly, leaning closer to kiss her but only most of the way, he wasn't at the point he could just claim her lips at will... yet.

The feel of his hand moving over her skin sent electric tingles spiraling straight to Andrea's core and fully silenced the final distant cries of her better judgment. Vacations were specifically designed for doing things you would never do back home, after all, and as long as no one ever found out, then what harm were they doing? She took a sip of the sweet, icy liquid in her glass before leaning a touch to place it on the nearby table, freeing up both of her hands just as Ulysses started leaning in.

A small smile tugged at the corner of her mouth as he stopped, tempting her to close the distance and make the first real move in their little tryst. Without hesitation, she lifted a hand to rake her fingers back through his hair as she crossed the gap and molded her soft, parted lips to his. Heat swelled as her tongue brushed teasingly against his bottom lip and her hand came to rest curled against the nape of his neck, body shifting to press herself more firmly to his bare chest.

Illicit images flashed through her mind as they kissed, working to make her breathing slower and heavier even as her heart rate quickened to a rabbit pace. Instinctively, her legs slid further apart on his lap, offering up more of her silken thigh for exploration as her fingers curled in the hair that normally lay over his collar.

Ulysses's eyes lingered on her face until she closed that gap. Her hands slipped into his hair, a smile began to spread before she claimed his lips with hers. This was what he was expecting of a woman like Andrea and he hoped he was not wrong. She knew what she like and he would be more than willing to give her whatever that was. That kiss sent a thrill up his back to where her hand had settled on. His lips parted further, his tongue moved to deepen the forming seal. His head tilted to accommodate hers, pauses only when he needed to draw air, and soothe the burning in his lungs.

The large hand sliding up and down her thigh became bolder as they parted for him, giving him further access. Fingertips made the transition from the inside of her thigh up to her stomach towards a single breast he cupped and squeezed. It was a quick grope, the hand continued to move as he pressed their kiss further, demanding more from her with each passing moment. His fingers glided up her bare shoulder to the back of her neck where he undid that not that held the top of her swimsuit in place.

He wanted to look, it was the only reason he broke their kiss despite the soft panting he made when their lips parted. His eyes honed on hers, making sure they saw the moment he turned them down to appreciate her breasts. His smile grew wide, obviously pleased. "Beautiful!" He declared before he shifted in the seat, pushing her onto her back, allowing him to crawl over her, slipping one of his legs between hers in the process. Once more his lips sought hers, his body kept in place by one of his arms as the other moved to palm her breasts for a firm grope.

Ulysses's hand did not linger long, he moved it back down her body, slipping it down the front of her bikini bottom to continue fondling her. "Cabana? Or would you prefer to take it back to one of the rooms?" He asked, a subtle warning that he was nearing that point he would be unable to help himself, it was an exciting prospect to fuck right there by the pool with only a few walls of canvas between them and all the guests around them.

Andrea sucked in a soft, shocked breath as her top was suddenly untied and her full, coral-capped breasts were on display. A faint smirk curled the corner of her mouth as she reached back to loosen the bow at her back and tossed the top aside, sending a gentle sway through her soft palmfuls. "I don't know why that surprised me. I ought to have expected it." She slid back as he pressed close again and melted beneath him without protest, her taut peaks standing tall on her still-quite-firm globes.

She returned his kiss with an unabashed desire, her fingers curling over his shoulders to stroke down his back as she arched her hips toward the feel of his hand covering her hidden sex. The thin suit did nothing to hide the heat that her body was generating, nor the moisture that had begun to dampen the material over her smooth skin. Her heels dug into the thick cushion that covered the, for all intents and purposes, bed beneath her as she arched up toward his body with a murmur. "Let's just do it here, Ulysses... though, you might need to cover my mouth at times... I tend to be quite... vocal."

She flashed a wicked smile and tilted her head to nip at the side of his jaw as she lifted one of her thighs to gently press up between his legs, shivering at the feel of his arousal through his shorts and whispering near his ear. "Of course, if my mouth is busy, then you can do whatever you like to me and I'll barely be able to make a peep." She laid back again with another of those wicked smiles and shifted her leg to rub her thigh ever-so-carefully against his trapped shaft.

"I'm just full of surprises aren't I..." Ulysses chuckled when their lips broke contact, the smile on his face spread before he pressed for another kiss. There was no reason to rush anything, they didn't need to relocate and he was enjoying exploring her body. He was in silent awe of her breasts, so much so he buried his face between them, kissing the skin he found. His tongue dragged along a peak to one of the pink nipples for him to claim between his lips. In a moment of blind lust he bit down and tugged on the little nub with a groan before he let it go in and attempt to do it to the other. Aware of her warning, he forced himself to shift over her.

The hand between her thighs withdrew to support his weight, the other hand moved to cover her mouth as he assaulted the other nipple with his mouth! A moan vibrated into the soft mound as the leg pressed between his thighs found and teased his trapped cock. Instinctively he rocked himself against her thigh, demanding more. Ulysses ripped his lips from that second tit to look up at her. "Whatever I want?" He asked, moving fully between her thighs.

"Pull those bottoms to the side and help me slide these shorts off Mrs. Andrea." He demanded before his face vanished back into the valley of her tits. The creamy skin was kissed and nibbles, leaving the faint red marks in their wake as he found and sucked on another one of her nipples. His hips rose up, giving her plenty of room to work, something delegated to her as his hands were both preoccupied. "Fuck... These tits are driving me crazy." He confessed, his hand over her hand moved to cup and squeeze one of her breasts as he replaced that hand with his tongue when he lewdly invaded her mouth once more.


A strikingly beautiful woman, with long smooth legs and full, firm breasts that add to her overall allure. Her sultry demeanor hints at an underlying sensuality and openness towards intimate encounters. She possesses a bold personality that's unafraid of indulging in risqué situations, yet she maintains an air of elegance and grace about her. Her quick wit complements her playful nature, allowing her to engage in flirtatious banter effortlessly. Despite her adventurous spirit, she retains control over the situation by setting boundaries which adds to her intriguing persona.

Andrea sucked in a soft, shocked breath as her top was suddenly untied and her full, coral-capped breasts were on display. A faint smirk curled the corner of her mouth as she reached back to loosen the bow at her back and tossed the top aside, sending a gentle sway through her soft palmfuls. "I don't know why that surprised me. I ought to have expected it." She slid back as he pressed close again and melted beneath him without protest, her taut peaks standing tall on her still-quite-firm globes.

She returned his kiss with an unabashed desire, her fingers curling over his shoulders to stroke down his back as she arched her hips toward the feel of his hand covering her hidden sex. The thin suit did nothing to hide the heat that her body was generating, nor the moisture that had begun to dampen the material over her smooth skin. Her heels dug into the thick cushion that covered the, for all intents and purposes, bed beneath her as she arched up toward his body with a murmur. "Let's just do it here, Ulysses... though, you might need to cover my mouth at times... I tend to be quite... vocal."

She flashed a wicked smile and tilted her head to nip at the side of his jaw as she lifted one of her thighs to gently press up between his legs, shivering at the feel of his arousal through his shorts and whispering near his ear. "Of course, if my mouth is busy, then you can do whatever you like to me and I'll barely be able to make a peep." She laid back again with another of those wicked smiles and shifted her leg to rub her thigh ever-so-carefully against his trapped shaft.


Kenji is a Soul Reaper with a calm and composed demeanor. He is knowledgeable about wielding a sword but lacks information about his own weapon. He demonstrates a level-headed approach to problem-solving and seems to have a level of attraction towards Rangiku's bratty personality.

Kenji then shrugged at Rangiku's last questions. "I don't know, it's a rare ingredient, it might not even grow in soul society, but we might as well ask the people living outside the Seireitei, they didn't get plagued by this sickness." He said to her and opened the door to exit the place. "You coming or what?" He asked her while looking back at her.

Rangiku turned to go, opening the door and stepping out, taking a deep breath of fresh air. The room was filled with the scent of sex... not to mention the huge pool of cum still in the middle of the room. "Let's get going then. The sooner we get this herb the better... I'd rather not have another little growth spurt whilst there are other people around..." She grumbled slightly, then started to make her way towards the edge of the Seireitei. "I guess they didn't get sick because of their lack of spiritual power... it must only affect people with high levels of spiritual pressure..." She started to move quickly, glancing around as they moved. It was quiet... eerily quiet... everyone was in the dorms sick.

Kenji led her out and led her towards the gates of the Seireitei. Getting some fresh air was always nice, but he was going to miss the smell of sex, or at least for a little while anyways. He knew that the antidote wouldn't work the entire time, those growth spurts and the skyrocketing of their libido will still come back, all they would need to do is get through that with some rough sex.

When they reached the gate of the Seireitei, he opened it up on his own, then let her through and closed the gate. "Don't worry about the growth spurt, it shouldn't come for the next few hours." He told her and then followed her towards the villages outside of the Seireitei. "Either way, we can't stay there long, we'll have to get going as soon as possible. If we get no information, we just head towards the wilds. If we have no luck... Then we move to the world of the living..." He said, feeling a bit of regret when he said world of the living.

Rangiku could feel her breasts still jiggling as she moved... there was still some milk left in them from before... damn... she could see to that later on, right now there were more important things to worry about. "A few hours? Great... we better find this stuff and get your cure made up before then... no way am I letting you have your way with me again you perverted bastard.

And if I even suspect you're not searching hard enough because you want another spurt to happen then I'm gonna kick your ass and cut off your cock so it can't grow again, got it?" She glared at him, then back ahead of them as they headed out into the streets of Soul Society. "OK... so where do we start? I don't know the first thing about collecting herbs"

Kenji just led the way towards the village as they left the Seireitei, listening to Rangiku just moaning and groaning and threatening him with empty threats. He stopped just a few hundred meters from the village and turned to face her, stopping her when she asked where they start. "Alright, first of all, I didn't know that all that growth would happen, second of all, don't threaten me with empty threats, and lastly, every man in soul society knows that you're a total slut for cock, and you would suck and fuck any and all of them. Now stop complaining and just ask around for a herb called 'Goddess Will', understood?" He said and then just turned around and headed into the town by himself, starting to ask some people in the town. Unfortunately, he had no luck.

Rangiku growled, fighting hard to resist the urge to slap him. There were rumors she was a slut... but they were actually totally unfounded. The number of men Rangiku had slept with was actually relatively low, certainly nowhere near the amount the rumors said. Just because of the way she dressed and acted sometimes, it had earned her a bad reputation. Still... she had to admit it had come in useful sometimes... allowing her to take advantage of people dropping their guard.

She'd been offered a position in the 2nd division as an assassin many times thanks to her reputation... though she'd always turned it down. "Asshole... thinking he knows so much..." Rangiku glared after him for a few moments, before turning to head off in another direction. The only thing stopping her from chasing him down and beating him to a pulp was the fact that he was the only one that could cure her...

Kenji heard all the rumors, and most of them were mixed up, so he didn't really believe them that much. He knew Rangiku was a well-known and well-respected woman, but he knew that she wouldn't turn down an offer for some sex, he's seen her accept it so many times, sometimes even offer it. As he talked to the village people, none of them knew anything about the herb, so he headed for the edge of the town, waiting for Rangiku to meet him there. "I sure hope this cure holds for a while longer..." He said to himself quietly, sitting against a tree while looking at the village. He wondered what was taking her so long to make it out here, then again, she didn't really know anything about medicine, she just knew what it looked like since he had described it to her.

It was a few more minutes before Rangiku arrived, shaking her head slightly. "Nobody had heard of it, and when I described it they had absolutely no idea. Everyone I spoke to said they'd never seen a flower like it before. So then Mr Genius, what do we do now hm?" Rangiku folded her arms beneath her chest, not even realizing she was lifting her breasts slightly. Still, she seemed to be mostly back to normal... irritable rather than the intense lust from before taking over. "You really think we can risk going to the living world like this? We have no idea how it might effect the spirits living down there, or even worse the Hollows... god..." She shuddered at the thought of a Hollow overcome with lust...

Kenji had his eyes closed and didn't even feel Rangiku approach him, and then jumped a little bit from the surprise when he heard her. He sighed and slowly got up to his feet, looking at her while she talked. He wasn't feeling lustful like before, but he somehow felt oddly attracted to that bratty personality Rangiku seemed to have. "Well the only thing we can do now is head into the woodlands and search there..." He said to her softly, his eyes going wide at what she just mentioned. He shuddered with her and then cleared his throat.

"No such thing can happen, at least not to hollows..." He said, not completely sure about his own answer. "Anyhow, let's search a small section of the forest, if we have no luck, we'll have to go into the world of the living and ask the substitute for some help." He told her calmly before heading past the tree and towards the forest which was easily seen on the horizon. He felt an odd rush of heat spread through his body, then he was back to normal. Oh no, it seemed like the lust was going to take over them any minute now...

"The woodlands? I hate going out there..." Rangiku sighed and shook her head, but turned to go anyway. "The Hollows had better not be affected by this... now come on... let's get a move on..." She muttered as she started to head for the woodlands, slowly watching the ground in front of her, trying to focus on what they needed to find. "If this herb is so rare and hard to find then why doesn't the 4th Division keep a stock of it? You'd think they'd have people going around looking for the stuff on a pretty regular basis in case it's needed..." The woman looked around again and sighed. "I can't see anything besides weeds... and somehow I doubt those are going to help with our current situation... don't you?"

Kenji heard her mumbling and grumbling about the hollows not being affected, and he knew that these woodlands were relatively safe, especially during daytime. When she asked about the medical division keeping stock, he stopped her and looked at her a little bit sternly. "I don't think you understand how rare this plant is... It's so rare that even all 13 court guard squads wouldn't be able to find it in a month." He told her and then walked past her, feeling his body starting to heat up a bit, his arm brushing past her large bust. "I'm starting to doubt we'll find it here, looks like we'll need to move to the world of the living and ask the substitute for help." He told her and looked back at her, starting to feel much hotter, his erection starting to slowly rise.


An assertive, irritable, and somewhat hot-headed woman Soul Reaper. She has a reputation that she believes is undeserved and is not easily swayed by Kenji's comments or advances. She shows a level of concern for the potential consequences of their actions and displays a practical mindset. She has noticeably large breasts which she shows off wearing revealing clothes.

"The woodlands? I hate going out there..." Rangiku sighed and shook her head, but turned to go anyway. "The Hollows had better not be affected by this... now come on... let's get a move on..." She muttered as she started to head for the woodlands, slowly watching the ground in front of her, trying to focus on what they needed to find. "If this herb is so rare and hard to find then why doesn't the 4th Division keep a stock of it? You'd think they'd have people going around looking for the stuff on a pretty regular basis in case it's needed..." The woman looked around again and sighed. "I can't see anything besides weeds... and somehow I doubt those are going to help with our current situation... don't you?"


A dominant and authoritative man, with a strong build fitting for a pirate captain. He has hazel eyes and a hairy chest, with his belly button visible above the hemline of his trousers. His personality is commanding and assertive, yet he also possesses a softer side that appreciates courage and determination in others. While he enjoys teasing and testing Rosalie, he also shows care for her well-being by taking their developing relationship slowly and wanting to get to know her better on a personal level.

The Captain watched her reaction to the dagger in his hand. He had no intention of hurting her; on the contrary, he was impressed by her courage just to come aboard, in disguise, and by what he saw of her on deck. There was no way he was going to toss her overboard, but he was going to have a lot of fun with her in the process.

"Butcher, eh? I think Pompey may have gone to him for some stew meat, or maybe it was the other." He moved the flattened blade of the dagger over her firm nipples, "Your curvy assets, girl, your breasts, your belly button, those things that make you a woman in man's clothes..." he then leaned in and kissed her lips briefly.

Rosalie bit her lip when she felt the other placed the flattened blade on her nipples. She whimpered softly, her face turning redder, though she looked towards him with a fire in her eyes. She kissed him in slight surprise, a reaction as if she were jolting awake.

"I-I... well... um... my breasts have always been a little bigger than the other girls even though I'm rather small other wise..." she said quietly. "My belly button... as you can see... is an innie... actually my stomach in general is quite sensitive to touch..." she looked away with a red face.

The captain smiled as he listened to her stutter, him and haw her way through his request. He finally got her slowed down, speech wise, stuttering her way through it all. "Yes, I can see that," he put his dagger up and back in his sheath, for the moment. He wanted to see how sensitive her belly was. He moved his right hand over her belly, and looked at her for a reaction, then his right index finger moved about the outline of her belly button.

He then took out the dagger, and cut her loose from the ropes holding her wrists and ankles together. He sat back up on the high back chair and handed her a glass of whiskey, and refilled his empty glass. "Soooo... Rosalie, cabin boy of the Sea Witch who is actually a girl, how do we handle this? And I still haven't heard anything about all this 'I do whatever you want to do' part of your conversation."

When he touched her stomach, Rosalie whimpered slightly, biting her lip and looking away with a timid expression. Her sensitive stomach quivered beneath his touch and she shivered when his right index finger moved the outline of her belly button. "P-please, sir..." she whispered softly, "D-don't..."

When he cut her ropes loose, she stood up gratefully, stretching herself out and then covering her chest with one arm as she took a glass of whiskey rather curiously. She took a sip right before he asked the question, choking on the taste and flinching. She then looked towards him, "Oh... right..." she placed the whiskey down on the table. "If you let me continue as the position I'm in... I'll... do what you'd like..." her cheeks turned pink. She wasn't sure how to elaborate.

Holden watched her stand up and stretch, admiring her belly button in a stretched vertical oval. He chuckled to himself as she choked on the whiskey. He made a note to himself, wine for now for her. He'd have to teach her to drink bourbon. He smiled and then glanced down at her clothes. "Get dressed, and then you tell me how far you'll go, and even show me, how far you'll go to stay my cabin boy and my keep your secret."

Rosalie bit her lip before quickly getting her clothes back on. Then, she turned and looked back towards him, looking rather flustered now. "I could do many things, sir..." she walked closer to him.

"I'm not entirely skilled in what I believe you want... but... you could teach me..." she looked towards him seriously. "Just as I am eager to learn how to be a cabin boy... I can also be eager to learn how to be an object of your desires..."

Captain Holden, by now was back on the high back chair, and looking her over as she put her clothes back on. He watched her come closer, "Name em... name those things you could do... better yet, show me." He smiled softly as he finished the whiskey in his glass, then put it on the table. He got up and looked deep into her eyes.

"You'll learn that's for sure, and there'll be no resistance or sass back either, understood... for you learning... and doing... both as a cabin boy and my woman, I'll keep your secret, till death if I have to." He brought her close to him and his hazel eyes looked deep into hers, as he stroked her hair softly. His hands then moved under her shirt and squeezed her curvy hips, as he enjoyed the touch of her soft skin. He knew that would toughen up, over time.

"Yes, sir... I understand..." Rosalie said in a serious tone, nodding towards him. Then, she bit her lip as he stroked her hair. "I will do everything in my power to please you, sir..." she blushed when he felt her hips and she slowly stood on her toes, pressing her lips up against his, starting to undo his shirt. She pulled him back gently so he was sitting on his desk and she could still kiss him, but with one leg up on the desk, spread in a slightly suggestive way. When his shirt was undone, she draped it gently on the desk.

Captain Holden could tell she was going to please him, and also learn her job as cabin boy. He watched her blush when he squeezed her hips... he knew that Alan didn't ever do that to her, much less anything else was done to her. He felt her undoing his shirt an his hand undid the vest that covered his white silk shirt. the more she unbuttoned it, the more his hairy chest was exposed, as well as his belly button that rested above the hemline of his trousers.

He sat back on the desk for her, and he felt something through him he had not felt for years. Passion and desire started to move through him, and his kiss got deeper and more passionate, as his hands lifted her own shirt higher.

Rosalie appreciated his body as it was exposed to her. Then, as she was kissing him, she allowed him to remove her shirt again and she kissed him even stronger before beginning to kiss his neck, running her tongue over his neck and then nibbling further down his body. She kissed down his chest slowly, holding onto one of his hands.

The Captain whispered softly as she kissed his neck, "mmmmmmm... Rosalie... this is going to be the start of something wonderful." He let her shirt on the desk with his, and then carried her over to the large bed in the room. He laid her down on the bed, her legs dangling off the side, and then undid her trousers, and removed them down her sexy legs. He smiled at her, "They say Rome wasn't built in a day, we have plenty of time to enjoy this, say all our lives," he then kissed her lips again and moved her into his bed. He left her panties on as he undressed down to his long john bottoms, then slid into bed beside her.

His left arm moved around her, his left hand rested over her belly button as he cuddled her close to him. He adjusted the cover over them and then looked over at her, "Talk to me Rosalie... just talk to me for now, let's get to know each other better."


A young woman with a smaller frame, but her breasts are larger than those of other girls her age. She has an innie belly button and a sensitive stomach. Her personality is courageous and determined, as she disguises herself to join the pirate crew. She's also timid and flustered when confronted by Captain Holden, but willing to learn and adapt in order to maintain her position on the ship and satisfy the captain's desires.

The Captain whispered softly as she kissed his neck, "mmmmmmm... Rosalie... this is going to be the start of something wonderful." He let her shirt on the desk with his, and then carried her over to the large bed in the room. He laid her down on the bed, her legs dangling off the side, and then undid her trousers, and removed them down her sexy legs. He smiled at her, "They say Rome wasn't built in a day, we have plenty of time to enjoy this, say all our lives," he then kissed her lips again and moved her into his bed. He left her panties on as he undressed down to his long john bottoms, then slid into bed beside her.

His left arm moved around her, his left hand rested over her belly button as he cuddled her close to him. He adjusted the cover over them and then looked over at her, "Talk to me Rosalie... just talk to me for now, let's get to know each other better."

Rosalie clung to him when he carried her over. She smiled as he placed her down and undressed her with care. "You're right, sir... we need not hurry things..." she then smiled as he laid down beside her on the bed.

Getting comfortable with him, she sighed with content as he rested his hand on her stomach. As he looked at her, she smiled, "Get to know each other better? Yes... I'd like that..." she snuggled closer to him. "When did you become a pirate..." she asked quietly.


Dr. Mason is a shrewd and cunning individual with an air of authority that commands respect. He possesses a scholarly demeanor, reflected in his clean-cut appearance and meticulous dressing style. His eyes carry an unsettling glint of intelligence, revealing the depth of his knowledge and experience in chemistry and neurology. However, beneath this respectable exterior lies a manipulative personality; he uses his scientific skills not just for research but also to control others for his own purposes. With a constant subtle smile on his face, he is adept at hiding his true intentions behind polite conversation and seemingly innocuous actions.

And the door at the end of the hallway opened up into the lab. There were easily six tables in the middle of the floor, and the walls were lined with more flat working surface. The walls were also lined with cabinets full of chemicals, and there were more in floor cabinets under each of the center tables. She also saw centrifuges, microscopes, and dozens of other high tech equipment. "This is the chem lab," Dr. Mason said, probably unnecessarily. He pointed to another door at the far end. "Beyond that is the radiology lab, and then the tissue analysis lab." He opened a drawer as they entered and took two pair of skin-tight plastic disposal hospital gloves, handing her a pair as he started to slip one on. "We try to maintain sterile conditions in here. During live experiments, you may have to wear surgical mask, hair net, and shoe covers. This will do for now."

As she started to stretch open the first glove, he took a small can of powder and held it out to her. "This powder helps you slip your hands into the gloves," he said. "You'll get used to it. Just sprinkle some of into each glove." He took another can that was identically marked and tapped some of the powder into his own gloves before slipping them on.

Samantha followed behind him as he led her out of the kitchen, not knowing what to expect. The kitchen itself was nice, but was the rest of the house giant and decorated like a mansion, or more practically for a seemingly single man. Looking into each of the rooms as she was shown around, nothing all that exciting, it was much nicer than anything she could afford. Not surprised to find the house not overly extravagant, especially for someone of his profession.

But she was taken aback by the lab, and the only lab she could see. It was on par with the ones at school, but almost perfectly stocked and just sitting and waiting for someone to use. And knowing that there were even more labs, made it even more impressive.

"Really? I've never had much of a problem with gloves before..." She said, holding onto the gloves, looking at him confusingly. Watching him pick up a sister container and proceeding with it, she looked down at her own hands reluctantly doing the same. Making sure she used enough of the powder before putting on the gloves.

Mason watched as she sprinkled the powder in the gloves and slipped them on her hands. He smiled slightly as he collected the plastic container of powder from her and replaced it along with his back in the drawer. She never noticed the small black dot on the bottom of her can that was not on his. Ingestion would have been the most effective method, and quickest, but the female formula had also been shown to be practical for absorption. The gloves would help to produce a thin layer of perspiration on her hands, liquefying the drug and easing its flow into the bloodstream through the pores. He estimated he would start seeing initial symptoms within ten minutes.

He started showing her some of the equipment, the high powered microscopes, the mass spectrograph analysis machine, the centrifuge, and so on, taking several minutes to show her the basic controls and discuss how each was used. The base of his formula was Calmasticene, his anti-anxiety drug, except here it was in higher concentration, to produce weakened resistance to suggestion. Mixed with it was his own female-specific neuro-chemical aphrodisiac, to produce arousal, and his genetic targeted mixtures to address her genes that regulated hormone, blood, and brain chemistry to eventually make the mental and physical changes permanent.

About ten minutes passed, and he started to see the first sign of flush on her skin. "This review must be boring you," he said, trying out the suggestivity of his formula. "Perhaps you'd like to see some of the equipment in the next lab. I assure you, it's much more stimulating."

Smiling as she put both of the gloves on, taking a deep breath. It official that she was working for Dr. Mason, she rested her hands in front of her, still dressed for the interview, closing them around each other.

Samantha walked around with him to each of the devices. She was staying silent, somewhat out of respect and politeness, even though she was pretty well versed on most of them. Although pretty much all of the tools where the brand new versions, there where slight differences and she intently played attention in order not to mess up on something so simple.

Feeling herself getting slightly lightheaded, shaking it off. But, as the time slowly ticked on, she felt the feeling get more and more prominent. Her skin felt like it was bright red, taking a few deep breaths, unable to hide it any long. "Y... yeah sure. It must just be hot in here." Giving him a half heartened smile.

"Mmm, yes it is, slightly," Mason nodded, although he felt fine. "We keep the temperature a bit up to make sure biological specimens don't get damaged by any unexpected cool temperatures. Come along." He slipped his hand behind her back as if guiding her toward the door, watching to see if she would look uncomfortable or... accepting of his touch. He led her to the far end of the lab and the door to the next one.

This room was rather dark after the brightness of the previous lab. There were almost no tables and such, but there were more isolated areas, each one lit with its own soft lighting. The apparatus set up in each area were strange and not immediately recognizable as science equipment. The nearest one looked like some kind of chair, almost a dentist's chair, with all sorts of metal arms and attachments to it.

Dr. Mason let her stare at it for a bit. "We have to restrain some test animals in here for experimentation. You may be aware I've done some published work on the neuro-chemisty of higher primates." The chair didn't look like something for a chimpanzee. It looked more human sized.

Mason was looking at her closely with apparent concern. "You are looking a bit warm, Samantha. Maybe you should loosen some of your clothes. It's all right, we don't have to worry about sterile conditions in here at the moment."

"Y... yeah, that makes sense, you've got to keep things from... f..freezing." Samantha said kind of floating in and out shaking her head slightly, not knowing exactly what she just said, but not having the presence of mind to correct it.

Feeling herself being led into the next room, stopping as she takes in what she sees. "I... I knew everything in the last room, but all of this stuff..." trailing off as she scans back and forth.

"Loosen what I am wearing?" Looking down at herself, noting that none of the clothes have buttons, or sleeves, or anything of the sort. "I... I don't understand..." saying bewilderingly.

"Here, let me help you," the Doctor said solicitously. She felt his hands on her shoulders, as he turned her around, checking her bustier to see whether it fastened up the back or the front. Finally finding the catches, he began to undo them, letting the top loosen and fall away. His eyes lit up at the fishnet body stocking underneath, but he remained steady at his work, revealing nothing except a slight smile. He didn't completely remove her top, but it was only hanging on by a last clasp.

"There now, doesn't that feel better?" he said, still massaging her shoulders, resisting the temptation to let his hands slide on down to cup her breasts within the fishnet. He then moved beside her, putting one arm over her shoulders to bring her towards something that looked like some weird dentist's chair. It probably reclined, and had all kinds of arms and attachments joined to it.

"I told you we did primate experiments," he was saying. "We would restrain some of them in chairs like this one and test their brain chemistry to certain stimuli. That revealed a lot of important data. Perhaps..." he smiled slyly, "you'd like to try one out and see how it feels. It can be very comfortable, I assure you. We'll just need to remove your top and your skirt. You don't mind, I'm sure."


A young, ambitious woman with an eager-to-learn demeanor. She dresses professionally, reflecting her serious approach to her work and desire to make a good impression. Her naive trust in authority figures, like Dr. Mason, indicates a lack of worldly experience. Despite this naivety, she possesses a strong academic background as demonstrated by her familiarity with lab equipment and procedures. Her physical discomfort and confusion when affected by the drug show that she's generally not used to such situations, hinting at an introverted or sheltered personality.

"Y... yeah, that makes sense, you've got to keep things from... f..freezing." Samantha said kind of floating in and out shaking her head slightly, not knowing exactly what she just said, but not having the presence of mind to correct it.

Feeling herself being led into the next room, stopping as she takes in what she sees. "I... I knew everything in the last room, but all of this stuff..." trailing off as she scans back and forth.

"Loosen what I am wearing?" Looking down at herself, noting that none of the clothes have buttons, or sleeves, or anything of the sort. "I... I don't understand..." saying bewilderingly.


A large and physically imposing orc with a strong, muscular build. His eyes glitter with cunning and potential, revealing his sharp mind beneath his brutish exterior. He possesses an entrepreneurial spirit, seeing opportunities for profit in even the most unusual circumstances. However, he also harbors darker desires and intentions, unafraid to exploit others for his own gain. He's assertive and dominant in nature, exerting control over those weaker than him. Despite this dominance, there's an element of charm about him that makes it easy for him to manipulate others into doing his bidding without them realizing they're being used.

"I think they're lovely. It certainly makes you unique. Almost as if..." Uzul's eyes glittered with the potential suddenly as he threw another chunk of meat at her. "Perhaps I might have a place for you in my home. A pink kobold would make quite the mascot."

"Unique. You think my scales are... lovely?" Kritcha seemed rather taken aback by this. Was he lying to her? Making up something so that she would relax her guard around him and not try to run away? No, no one had ever bothered trying to lie to her about liking her scales; they'd always just told her she was ugly or worse, and left it at that. She couldn't see why he would lie about such a thing.

She snarfed down the next piece of meat and looked at him with interest. A place in his home? Would he give her a place to live? There had to be a catch of some sort, something he wasn't telling her. No one simply took in random kobolds. "What is a mascot?" she asked, curious.

"You live with me, at my shop. People come to see your pretty color and buy my goods while they're there. I give you plenty of meat, and you work for me, cleaning my shop, polishing my tools, and being my pet." Uzul said.

Pet... that was like an animal kept around for companionship, right? Kritcha wasn't an animal... but she was alone and hungry, and his offer of work sounded like a good one. She could do simple jobs like cleaning and such, and if he wanted her to stand around and greet people... well, she could do that too. Slowly, the little pink kobold nodded her head. "I like it," she said. "I clean, help you... and get more meat? Yes, I'll do it." She had no idea what she was getting herself into...

Uzul nodded and gave her almost half of his meat then, letting her wrist go and looking over her small body. He was already counting coins in his head; living expenses for her, the increase in price if she could spare scales for his work, the unlikely potential that he'd whore her out for the right price... And of course, that which was even better than gold, better than power, because it WAS power. Uzul was, sooner or later, going to find out what a Kobold felt like stretched on his cock.

The little kobold had no idea what the orc planned or what his generosity would cost her. Kritcha was merely relieved that someone was willing to take her in. Kobolds, in truth, were naturally submissive creatures, often latching onto more powerful beings and serving them loyally while hoping for advancement. It was an easy thought process to get back into, and now that Uzul had fed her, Kritcha was already considering him her new boss.

The rest of the food sealed the deal. She ate more slowly now, no longer afraid that he'd take her food away from her if she was slow, and licked her lips when she was done, settling down by the fire. "Sure boss... anything you need right now? I'll be a good worker, promise!"

"Boss, eh? No no no, if you're going to be cleaning and the like, you're closer to a maid. I think you should stick with 'Master Uzul'. We'll get you into some proper attire once we get back to my shop. Unless the Kobolds prefer running around naked in public, that'd sure draw plenty of customers, I'm sure." Uzul chuckled and began to gather up what he'd harvested from the forest so far, planning on taking his lucky find back right away before she tried to weasel her way free.

"Naked? No, no, no... kobolds is respectable creatures," Kritcha said, puffing out her tiny, flat chest with pride. "We don't walk around naked, Master Uzul!" At least... they didn't yet, but by the time he'd gotten through training her, it was quite possible that she'd willingly do that whenever he wished... and whatever else he wanted her to do.

The little kobold girl was dressed in rags now, nearly nude, but they just barely covered her. When he rose and started to move about, she hurried to help him, bending over to pick things up with her tail in the air every so often before standing straight again. "This is the last of it, Master Uzul?" she finally asked as she set the last of the things he'd collected into his wagon.

"Well you're certainly quick to make yourself useful. I'm almost a little impressed." Uzul chuckled and then took his place at the head of the wagon, the orc taking up most of the bench. "Come. I'll take you home." He patted his lap, indicating she should sit there with him. Given his impressive size and her relatively dainty nature, it was highly unlikely it would be any inconvenience to Uzul at all.

"Yes, master Uzul," the kobold said chipperly as she scrambled into the wagon. When he said he'd take her home, for a moment Kritcha thought he meant her old caves, but then she realized that he clearly meant her NEW home... with him. The little kobold crawled into the orcish man's lap and sat back, snug against him. Each bump of the road jostled her a little as the wagons started to move, however, though she used her tail as best she could to balance herself. Still, this meant that she moved up and down several times, inadvertently stimulating her master and almost providing him with an innocent-seeming lap dance in the process. Beneath her, she was beginning to feel something stir. What could that be? She was feeling something moving in her master's pants!

Uzul certainly didn't mind the weight, and the relative softness of the young girl's rump easily sparked his lust. She was young and fresh. Uzul couldn't wait to feel the girl squealing on his cock, either in pleasure or pain. He imagined she must be just about the tightest thing he'd ever get the chance to fuck... At least, so far, he mused to himself. Soon enough, he was fully erect and perfectly placed for her to be sitting directly over the bulge, almost perfectly resting between her young ass-cheeks, the heat radiating through his pants.

The little kobold girl was starting to get anxious. She could feel the great big bulge beneath her, and now there was truly no doubt of what it could be. Kritcha knew about sex. She'd grown up in a cave, and adults had never hidden their frantic, often rough, mating from children. She knew all about how a man would fertilize a woman's eggs and how he would breed her with... with what he had between his legs. She squirmed a little, incidentally stimulating Uzul further. Surely her master wasn't being aroused by HER. She was far too young to be bred, or so she understood, and would he not be attracted only to those of his own species.

Still, he wasn't the only one starting to feel aroused. She felt a strange tingling sensation between her legs as her young body began to emit pheromones. In truth, a kobold her age COULD be bred, though it wasn't normal for the tribe to do so. Her body recognized the arousal directed toward her and was already beginning to respond in kind.

Uzul lifted the girl for a moment, as if getting more comfortable, only to rather boldly set her back down, his throbbing green cock poking out between her thighs, much too big, surely, for a young thing like her. That wouldn't stop Uzul, however. Orcs did have a history as barbarians and rapists, partially due to much higher levels of bloodlust and plain sexual lust as well. "Do you know what this is?"


A 10 year old petite, pink-scaled kobold with a youthful and innocent demeanor. Despite her unusual coloration, which often leads to ridicule or disdain from others, she carries herself with a certain pride and dignity. She is naturally submissive and loyal, quick to latch onto more powerful beings for survival. Her small stature and dainty nature contrast sharply with her new orc master's size. Despite being naive and unaware of the darker intentions behind his offer of shelter, she shows an inherent curiosity about her surroundings and situations. This curious nature combined with her natural obedience makes her compliant but also vulnerable to manipulation.

Uzul lifted the girl for a moment, as if getting more comfortable, only to rather boldly set her back down, his throbbing green cock poking out between her thighs, much too big, surely, for a young thing like her. That wouldn't stop Uzul, however. Orcs did have a history as barbarians and rapists, partially due to much higher levels of bloodlust and plain sexual lust as well. "Do you know what this is?"

The kobold girl's eyes only widened further as she felt the large member poking at her. Such a thing was far, far bigger than a male kobold's cock. Surely he couldn't expect a small creature like her to fit such a monster inside? It was huge... "Y-yes, I know what it is," Kritcha said with a tremble in her voice. She was scared; she couldn't help it.

"That's... that's what you use to breed... um... f-females with, yes? To make little orcs?" She tried desperately not to move, but the pheromones her little body was starting to emit only seemed to get stronger... and they affected her as well. Her sex started to feel strangely good every time he shifted against her. "M-master? It's embarrassing... way too big for me! I don't think it can..."


An attractive woman who works as an escort, possessing a sultry voice and a body that can command attention. Her allure is not just physical; she's also quick-witted, able to engage in playful banter and deep conversations. She carries herself with confidence but underneath that professional veneer, there's a hint of vulnerability and nervousness when faced with unfamiliar situations. Despite her occupation, Lauren has managed to retain some innocence and naivety about the world around her.

The escort took a sip of her cocktail, then a swallow, glad to have put a good amount of alcohol within. Feelings stirred within her that were different than usual at this time—usually she felt hopeful the assignation would go swiftly, end swiftly, and fearful it would not. The feeling of a man's cock inside her, as a stranger, was never entirely something she could get used to.

With Katheryn, it was different, and she wasn't quite sure why. Certainly the woman was pleasant. Famous, of course, but even if she wasn't... "Pleased to meet you, Ms. Skabeeva. Not a secret, though, it seems, on your Wikipedia page. Wasn't Judy Garland really Francis Gumm, from Iowa or whatever it was? I used to love the hell out of Wizard of Oz. I suppose we all think we're wearing the ruby slippers."

Of course, she took the mention of the name as an invitation to open up, herself. "My name is Lauren, since we're sharing. Of course it isn't Jewel, but there's always... men appreciate the veneer, and then when you get closer, you say, 'Oh, but my real name is Kendra... or Desiree,' something that's still a little exotic, and they always buy it. But my name's really Lauren."

She gave a shy smile, then clinked their glasses. "Now what? Katheryn's the real name? Do you want a foot massage? Give me one? Take a bath together? Dance to some music?"

Katheryn smiled at the mention of the Wizard of Oz "Have you tried watching it using Pink Floyd?" she chuckled "And yes, she was." Katheryn sighed "My favorite actress is Greta Garbo, so I watched most of her films. Always wished I was like her. Cold, aloof, but beautiful."

She blinked at the revelation of Jewel's true name. "I am pleased to meet you too Lauren." that was quite the something that the girl did. Revealing your true name to a client, quite the step. From what she knew escorts kept their identity private for their own safety. Well unless she was assuming the role of Lauren, though it sounded sincere, so probably that was her true name.

"A beautiful name." she smiled. "Ekaterina is the real name." Katheryn giggled "But Katheryn is easier to pronounce for the English speaking audience." she blushed "All of that?" Katheryn giggled rather girlishly "I mean, we can start with some slow dancing and after we have some fun on the bed, we can take a bath, massage each other's feet?" she blushed and looked away again.

Lauren was nervous and trying not to show it. At this point, normally men wanted to get it in. Maybe take some time; the worst of them would get out their laptops or cell phones and make ostentatious 'work calls' this late at night. Check their portfolios or whatever the fuck. Women... it was settling things down, almost making a nest, getting everything copacetic. With Katheryn she was even more nervous, because Katheryn was scorching and she wanted to see what it was like.

But Katheryn was a virgin at this and Lauren nearly was, too. She stood. "I won't put Pink Floyd on," she said in a sultry voice. "That's not too kinky. But... something else?" Wandering over to the entertainment system hidden behind a veneer, she crouched until she could figure it out, then found a playlist. "Sade? It's before my time, but she's so sexy... and..."

Once the first tune filled the space, she unzipped her dress, letting it hang loose on her shoulders as she walked to the closet, finding two robes. "I'm just putting these on the bed. We can wear them if we'd like, the foot massage idea. We can take a bath together, wear them after. But right now, stand up for me. Come here and let's be two women dancing together for a little."

Katheryn chuckled "I used to think that The Great Gig in the Sky was very erotic..." she smirked "But then I found out that the song was about death." she chuckled again and shook her head. "Sade is good." Katheryn nodded and stood up.

She picked the glass and took a sip, her mouth was running dry again. She also needed some of that "liquid courage". Her heart was racing, but she was okay with that. She was here to try something she wanted to do and Jewel... Lauren seemed like the perfect partner for that.

Katheryn smiled and stepped towards the young woman. She tentatively reached and placed her left hand on Lauren's hip "I am all yours, Lauren." she smiled. "Let us dance and then help me explore and hopefully turn a new chapter in my life..." she said, hopefully that did not sound too cringy.

Lauren took Katheryn in her arms and lead the dance a little, seeking to hide the fact that she wasn't terribly good at this part—leading a woman in a slow dance—but then, reminding herself that the superb quality of the slow dance wasn't the point, it was the physical contact, the scent of a lady, the softness...

"A new chapter in your life," she murmured, their faces close together, nearly into the movie star's ear. "That sounds wonderful."

It sounded terrifying, actually. She wouldn't admit this, but the notion of transforming this woman's desires, whether for herself or for everyone knowing, anything, all of it, was frightening. Of course, Lauren didn't create these desires, but being the first? She trembled.

But—shaking this off, she twirled the blonde lightly with an outstretching arm, then back, but didn't allow them to come back into a clench. Instead she held the star at semi-arm's length, staring into her eyes, trying to command her, before reaching out to her waist and drawing her forward. Now was the time.

"Come here, Katheryn," she uttered, wetting her lips, her mouth moist. Her fingers were tugging her closer, bit by bit, and then she, with her lips slightly parted, tilted her head and closed her eyes only at the last, when she knew sweet contact would be made, and felt them, two women, as they pressed their lips together in a kiss.

It felt awkward having to dance with Lauren. She had danced with other women before. But not like this. Not so intimate and close. She wondered how the young woman felt about the whole thing? Hopefully she was enjoying at as much as Katheryn was...

Being handled by Lauren made the actress smile. Things were moving forward at a pace that she could manage. A nice mixture between fast and slow. Their first kiss felt rather cinematic. As if from a film. Katheryn was grateful for that. It was something that she was familiar with. Something she had practiced before. But at the same time it was different.

Katheryn pressed herself to Lauren, her eyes semi-closed, feeling the softness of her lips. The tip of her tongue tentatively poking out as an invitation for Lauren's to come out and play.

Lauren had the same thought as her 'Jane,' thinking about screen kisses and how they must be in person, how they are acted out, and a couple were called to mind from the actress's distinguished career. All men, however.

The lushness of the woman's body, the closeness, the scent: the escort truly enjoyed this more than with most men, and she pressed her body murmuringly into Katheryn's arms, each to each, neither controlling the moment, simply feeling the press of feminine lips to each other, until she sensed Katheryn opening her mouth deliciously—wonderfully.

Adeptly, Lauren turned her head slightly and opened her own mouth, instinctively allowing each other access to the sweetest of tongue-play; and soon the tips touched, with a bolt of electricity that was always marvelous, sending blushes over her skin as she let the tips lash together for a few seconds. A guttural moan emitted from her throat as her hand clenched deeper into the fabric at her client's back.


A renowned actress, known for her striking blonde hair and captivating beauty. She exudes a radiant charm that easily draws people in. Despite being in the limelight, she has an air of mystery about her, reminiscent of classic Hollywood stars like Greta Garbo whom she admires. Beneath her fame and glamour, Katheryn is curious and open-minded, willing to explore new experiences and desires. She possesses a gentle spirit and tends to blush when excited or embarrassed, adding an endearing touch to her sophisticated persona.

It felt awkward having to dance with Lauren. She had danced with other women before. But not like this. Not so intimate and close. She wondered how the young woman felt about the whole thing? Hopefully she was enjoying at as much as Katheryn was...

Being handled by Lauren made the actress smile. Things were moving forward at a pace that she could manage. A nice mixture between fast and slow. Their first kiss felt rather cinematic. As if from a film. Katheryn was grateful for that. It was something that she was familiar with. Something she had practiced before. But at the same time it was different.

Katheryn pressed herself to Lauren, her eyes semi-closed, feeling the softness of her lips. The tip of her tongue tentatively poking out as an invitation for Lauren's to come out and play.