I promised myself I wouldn’t resort to it, but I was getting desperate. I opened Craigslist, looking for job opportunities. After weeks of weeks of filling out dozens, if not hundreds of job applications and getting no responses, I was about to give up. I couldn’t believe this could happen to me at 32 years old. My life up to this point had not been great… not much luck at all in the relationship department, and most of my adult life spent avoiding a social life or rewarding hobbies so I could work to afford to live. The one thing I did have, however, was a steady job in which, after 8 years of employment, things were finally looking up and I was beginning to climb the ranks.

That is, until she showed up. A new supervisor, Allison. Fresh out of college, hot, young, 22. Very clearly pulled some strings and used her looks and commanding demeanor to her advantage to be able to slide directly into the leadership position of our division. I resented her from day one, and, looking back, I guess I must have made it obvious, because she did not like me either. From the first time she introduced herself to the office and made a passing look at everyone, noting that I was the oldest person working in her department, she gave me a disapproving frown. For whatever reason, she had something to prove, and well, long story short, a few weeks later, she fired me.

I’ve been down on my luck ever since. Here I am, sitting in my underwear, now hitting page eight of local Craigslist postings. Nothing much is coming up, and most of it I’ve already seen. I was about to give up, when an interesting listing finally caught my eye.

“Extended study participants wanted for an exciting opportunity! Weekly paychecks as compensation!”, the title read. Well, it’s not a job, but it says we’ll receive money… and I need money. I opened the post. “Participants wanted for extended, one-year study on sexual and reproductive health. Male and female applicants welcome. Applicants must be sexually healthy and sensitive to sexual stimulation.” So, they want me to be horny?  Well, I mean, I am. I haven’t had any action in a while, but I know everything still works well. Screw it, what have I got to lose? I sent a message describing myself, saying I was interested.

I went to grab a snack from the fridge and take care of some chores. Shockingly, by the time I returned to my computer, the user who created the posting had already replied to me. I found this a little odd, being 11:30 PM on a Sunday evening. The reply had little more than a thank you for expressing interest, followed by a link to a form for me to fill out online and a request to meet the next morning at 10:00 AM at the address they provided. No further communication necessary – just show up and mention this message.

Against my better judgement, I decided I was going to show up. Who knows what will happen, but I don’t have much to lose at this point. I clicked the link to their questionnaire. It only asked for my name, age, height, gender, and sexual orientation. I set my alarm for 8:30 AM and went to sleep.

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As I frantically cruised around looking for the meeting location, I began to wonder if they had given me the wrong address, or if this was a scam or prank. I found myself amongst rows of warehouse and distribution centers. How could this possibly be the meeting place? Finally, my GPS directed me to the back of one of the large warehouses, and, lo and behold, there was an office building attached to the back with some offices. A small sign out front had the correct address I was looking for on it, below the words “Sexual Health and Transformation Center.” I suppose this is it. I parked my car, paused, took a deep breath to calm my nerves and collect my thoughts, and I proceeded inside.

I emerged into a waiting area not unlike a typical doctor’s office. A woman in her mid-40’s sat at a reception desk and looked up as the door behind my closed, ringing a bell alerting her of my presence. With a blank expression on her face, her eyes scanned me up and down. “Can I help you?”, she asked.

“Yes, um, I’m here because, well, last night I think you guys sent me an invitation to come here and participate in an experiment or study or whatever,” I stuttered out. She motioned for me to come closer.

“Really. You want to do this?”, she asked.

“Yeah sure, I mean, I need money and I’m open to anything at this point”, I replied.

“It’s just that, well, most of the people showing up for this are much more, well, shall we say… desperate. You know, older people with nothing to lose, unattractive, nothing going for them. You’re handsome and look like you’ve got your head on your shoulders and all that. It’s just odd, is all.”

“Well, it sounds fun, and money is money,” I responded.

Giving me a stern look, she removed her glasses and gave an accusing glare. “You did read all of the fine, print, right?”

I lied. I saw no fine print to read. But I really wanted to see what this was all about. “Of course I did…” I muttered.

“Well good, and we have you on audio recording stating that as well. Have a seat, and an assistant will be with you shortly.”

Not even five minutes later the door to the offices swung open and a perky young blonde girl emerged. She scanned the waiting area until her eyes fell on me, the only person in the waiting room. “Here for the volunteer program?”

“Yep!”, I said, apprehensively.

“Great! Follow me, right this way.” I followed her through the door. Ahead of us was a very long hallway with several small rooms lining both sides. Some appeared to be regular business offices, and others resembled doctor’s offices with examination tables and equipment. “We’re actually just about ready to start your procedure.”

“Procedure? What exactly does this entail, anyway? Something about sexual health or whatever?”

“Well, you’re going to be helping us with the study and treatment of ED…. Erectile Disfunction.”

“But I don’t have erectile disfunction!”, I retorted.

“Exactly. That’s perfect for this study.”

I opened my mouth to protest but she hushed me, assuring me it’ll all make sense in a bit.

Finally, we reached a larger room with a single examination chair in the center. “Here we are”, she said. “I know this is a little unconventional, but we need you to remove your pants and heave a seat on that chair.”

“Um, no, please, I’m really not comfortable with that”, I protested, but the blonde girl was quick to assure me once again.

“Don’t worry, we’ve seen it all before, done this many times. I assure you your pay compensation will make everything worth it.”

I let out a frustrated sigh and began loosening my belt. Whatever was going to happen was going to be exceptionally tough for me, being a shy and self-conscious about my looks as it is, being only 5’8 and having a bit of a dad bod. Not to mention… the building was quite cold. I began sliding off my boxers when two additional women entered the room. I turned around to meet their faces and paused. One was another girl in her mid to late 20’s, mixed race, wearing scrubs that revealed a very curvaceous frame. The other was about my age, a woman of about 6’, pale skin, and long, thick black hair, wearing a form fitting business casual dress. All three were exceptionally hot, honestly.

The tall woman spoke up. “Hi, I’m Mikayla, I’m the lead of this study. Thank you so much for volunteering, it really helps us out, since we’re kind of doing things, under the table, wink wink!”

“I’m sorry, I don’t feel comfortable, I don’t think this is right for me.”

She put her arm around my shoulder and led me toward the table. I should have protested but her appearance, calm demeanor, and sex appeal rendered me into a blank state. “I promise you, it’ll be worth it. When we’re finished, you’ll be receiving a hefty $50,000 check!” We reached the table and I sat on the ledge. 50,000 dollars? Holy shit. In my shock I did not notice that Mikayla had secured my arms in place on the sides of the examination chair. I yelled out in defiance.

Mikayla began petting my head. “Just relax, I promise, you’ll like this part.”

The other two girls approached. The mixed-race girl held my legs together while the blonde girl removed my shoes, socks, and pulled my pants away from me, leaving me in just my boxers and my undershirt. I began breathing heavily. Were they going to torture me? Fuck me? Either way I was too uncomfortable to enjoy this. The blonde girl wrapped her arms around my legs, holding them in place. “Lean back”, Mikayla ordered. Completely overwhelmed, I leaned back until I was flat on my back.

The two younger girls pulled my boxers off, exposing my modest-sized member. My stomach tightened and my face turned bright red. The three of them made eye contact with each other and held back a little smirk. “Don’t be ashamed,” assured Mikayla. “After all it is cold in here, and, well, not everyone is a show-er.”

“Yeah, and like, my ex was about your size!”, the blonde girl added, trailing off with a giggle.

“Alright well moving on, what are we doing here??”, I barked, now in a demanding and frustrated tone.

“Oh, we’re just making sure you’re easily sexually aroused and have strong senses. This is important for what you’re volunteering for,” Mikayla said. “We’re going to start with visual arousal.”

The three of them unbuttoned the top few buttons on their tops, each suddenly exposing ample cleavage. With Mikayla standing beside me at my head and the other two on each side of me, they began to squeeze and jiggle their chests in my face. “Just relax.” My penis began awakening from its cold, shriveled state and straightening out. “Very nice! That didn’t take long at all. Perfect!”

“Now, smell.” Mikayla said, and pressed a button to lower the examination table enough that she could spread her legs with her crotch hovering close to my face. I inhaled her sent – an arousing mix of musk, perfume, and sweat from walking around. My dick was now rapidly filling up. “Great job. You’re doing great. Bri, Hannah, why don’t you initiate light touching?”

“Yes m’am!”, they replied. Bri, the blonde girl, softly ran her hands up my legs. Mikayla lowered herself and placed her breasts on the top of my head. Hannah, as if waiting for her cue, slid her hands up to my inflated dick, and lightly flicked it. I became more aroused. She flicked it again. It lifted off my body. She used her thumb and index finger to squeeze the tip and pull on it, stretching it straight out, and let go, causing it to snap back a little. Finally, she used two fingers and began very lightly stroking just under the base of the head and continued to do so until I was rock hard and sticking straight up.

“Excellent. Light sensual foreplay is enough to fully arouse you. Now we’ll do a stamina test. Hannah, keep working it. Bri, come up here.”

Hannah continued stroking away, her head hovering over my dick, concentrating heavily. “Looks like you’re about 4.5 hard. You’re on the lower side, but that’s okay. It’s not important for what you’re volunteering for.” I was simultaneously humiliated and furious, yet the sensation felt so good I couldn’t muster up any sentences, only moans.

Bri and Mikayla began putting on a show above my head. Both exposed their breasts and shoved them in my face. “If you can last five minutes, then you’re in!”

“Alright, I got this,” I thought to myself. Though I wasn’t sure. Hannah really knew how to work it, and I two pairs of amazing, supple tits rubbing all over my face as their owners made out, indulging in their performance for me.

Three minutes in. I was tense. Sweating. Tense. Two minutes. Hannah began stroking faster. One minute. I’m now holding my breath and biting my lip. I can’t…. hold it…. Mikayla and Bri began sloppily kissing my face.

“Time’s up! You made it!” Oh god, finally. I exploded, producing a rather humiliating, weak eruption of cum that merely oozed out over Hannah’s hands. She laughed. “Well, that was anti-climactic!” She grabbed my undershirt and wiped her hands off onto it.

The three of them buttoned themselves back up and recomposed themselves, realizing they had gotten a little bit too into it. “Alright, well, good news, you’ve proven to us that you are sexually healthy and sensual, so we’re going to proceed with the experiment. Let’s just… get that off you,” Mikayla said, while sliding off my cum-stained undershirt. Bri took this time to tie my legs to the chair as well. I’m now fully naked, feeling like I’m about to be probed by aliens.

To my surprise, the chair is mobile, and they roll me out of the room and deeper into the long corridors of the building. I stared up at the passing ceiling tiles while the three of them made idle chit-chat amongst themselves. I was perplexed by how casual they were, they just jerked me off and now they’re acting like I’m not even here. After a long trek we reach a huge set of high-tech double doors with some sort of security system on them. Mikayla punched in some numbers on a digital keypad and the doors swung open. We continued into a dimly lit, expansive room with a very high ceiling and high-tech electrical science equipment lining the walls. We arrived at the center of the large room, in which a smaller, circular semi-room was positioned. It was lined with thick glass walls and clearly had protected access. The three women entered codes on another security panel to gain access and wheeled me to the center of this circular room. Above, on the ceiling, I could make out a laser-like device and a series of softly glowing emitters.

“Welcome to the miniaturization room! Don’t worry, this is painless, you won’t feel a thing!”, Mikayla added, and the three of them began walking back to the access door.

Panicking, I shouted to them. “What?? What do you mean? I don’t want this… abort!”

The large steel access door closed behind them, its study locking mechanisms engaging. The three appeared behind a glass panel and gave me a thumbs up. Suddenly, the equipment above my head whirred to life, the devices glowing and emitting an ominous electrical whir that was continually glowing louder. The laser-like device activated and lowered closer to me and it began to “search” for me, moving back and forth until finally locking on. The barrel of the device started to glow.

“Okay, don’t flinch! Here we go!”, Mikayla announced over an unseen loudspeaker.

The laser device shot a blindingly bright beam at me. My vision went completely white. I quickly lost consciousness and passed out.

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New Specimen by akanobody84

I awoke to something large and warm slamming repeatedly into my side. “Wh… wha?”, I emitted, along with some weak groaning. My vision was very blurry, and I felt dizzy and nauseous. I looked to my side to see what was hitting me. A wall of fleshy pink, about 2/3rds the length of my body.

“Wake up! You okay? Give us a sign you’re okay!”, an impossibly loud voice boomed, echoing all around me and causing subtle vibrations in whatever surface I was laying on. The thing slamming into me repositioned itself above me, allowing me to see a detailed pattern of grooves and lines. Everything suddenly came together in my mind. The giant room they called “Miniaturization room.” The devices. I had been shrunk and was staring up at a giant finger. The finger made a few stroking passes over the entire length of my naked body. “Come on, you’re okay. Sit up!”

The finger flew above my head and a giant fingernail pressed against my backside, forcing me to rise to a sitting position. Judging by the size of the finger, I was about half an inch tall. I cautiously stood up and cranked my head up and around, discovering that the finger belonged to Bri. I was still on the examination table and she was standing behind me. The edge of the chair was only at the height of her waist, but even from what I could see of her was easily over 350 feet taller than me… from my scale. The most impossibly large moving thing I had ever seen. Without warning her face came plummeting down toward me. I screamed and fell back in sudden terror from the sheer sight of something so massive moving impossibly fast toward me. Her right elbow slammed into the chair to the left of me, causing my entire floor to shake violently and me to tumble back onto my ass. Her head came to an abrupt halt, resting on her right hand. Her eyes squinted to make out the tiny details of my body and face.

“Yeah, he’s fine. Could you bring me the container?”, Bri shouted, to the others, whom I could not see. While she waited, she used her thumb and index finger to swoop me up and place me in her other palm. Releasing her grip, I fell a short distance into her soft, warm, damp hand. The smell of hand soap filled my nostrils. Bri’s palm formed into a cup shape, causing me to slide to the deepest part of it. Her soft, warm, pink flesh surrounded me on all sides. She brought the hand close to her face.

“Gosh… it’s always so crazy, I mean like, the power I hold over them,” Bri spoke, though not necessarily to me. Wafts of warm, minty breath emitted from her mouth, hitting me with air so humid that my skin became moist. “If I wanted to, I could just…”. She began slowly closing her hand around me. Her fingers formed a ceiling above me, closing me in darkness, while I felt the walls of her palm begin to close in, increasing pressure. The situation was terrifying, but the sensual caress of her warm skin across my entire naked frame was also simultaneously turning me on. However, it was becoming difficult to breathe.

“Bri! Be careful. It’s hard enough to get specimens to agree to this in the first place!”, commanded Mikayla.

Bri snapped her palm back open, releasing the pressure on me. I gasped to catch my breath as the cool, climate-controlled air awakened my senses. “I know, I know, I’m being careful. Hey, so uh, his sex drive is still intact too. I can his little thing poking up.” Her eyes turned from Mikayla to me. “Oh, I meant little because you’re little, not because of your, well… you know.”

Mikayla shoved a clear plastic cup in Bri’s face. “Here, drop him in.” Her palm accelerated up in altitude, the sudden g-forces pressing me down into her skin for a moment. The movement came to an abrupt stop and before I could regain my composure, the giant hand tilted on its side and I on my stomach down her palm, my erect dick being caressed by her skin the entire way. The sensation was wonderful, but my excitement was quickly stifled as I went into freefall, down into the plastic cup several times my height. I was so sure I was in for a painful landing, but instead collided with the bottom with only a soft thump. Huh.

A large lid with air holes appeared over the ceiling of the cup and began spinning, emitting scraping noises and vibrations throughout the walls and floor. The lid snapped in place with a loud snap, and I was sealed in. Bri handed the cup to Mikayla, My visibility through the cup was foggy, but I could make out some things. Mikayla’s massive fingers grasped the cup, pressing up against the plastic and allowing me to see the creases in her finger skin. She brought the cup close to her face, giving me the sensation of being in a glass elevator skyrocketing upward. I came to a stop close to her lips. I ran to the edge of the container and began pounding on the sides, furiously screaming at the top of my lungs.

“I don’t want any of this!! Please, put me back!! I want out!!! How can you possibly think its okay to trick people into this??”

Mikayla responded in a calm and soothing tone. “I know you’re probably terrified right now and having second thoughts. It’s normal, happens with each one of our volunteers. But just trust me, I won’t be that bad, and remember- 50,000 dollars!” She began walking, carrying me out of the massive room and back into the long corridor lined with small offices I had walked through earlier.

“I still don’t even know what you’re going to do with me!”, I yelled, though it became apparent that she couldn’t really hear much of anything I was saying.

She tapped on the cup. “Hush. Relax. Your test subject has an appointment in a few hours. Just sit tight, okay?” She placed me on a shelf in a room that looked like a regular Doctor’s office and left the room, turning off the light and closing the door, abandoning me in my plastic prison and cold, quiet darkness.