About two hours had passed, at least I assumed. It was hard to tell while sitting in a small plastic cup in a dark room. I could hear the women and a few other unfamiliar voices shuffling about in the hallway. I walked up to the plastic wall to try and hear what was being said, but it was too faint. I slammed my head against the wall. “Why the fuck did I jump into this?! I didn’t even research anything! Fuck!!”, I yelled, to no one. “How is this legal in any way?” Though it was plainly obvious to me – it wasn’t. I just needed some money; how could fate be this cruel?
The door to the room suddenly exploded open and a hand reached in and smacked the light switch, flooding the room with blinding light. It was Bri, once again. She stood in the doorway with a manila envelope in her hand. She spoke and gestured to someone behind her. “Have a seat in here, the doctor will be with you in a moment!” She placed the folder in a bin by the door.
The person emerged through the doorway. It was a young woman, a shapely but thin frame, light skin, and long dark black hair. I couldn’t make out her facial features. She placed her purse on a counter and seated herself on the examination table – a more standard doctor’s office chair with a sheet of protective paper over it. Bri closed the door behind her. The woman took out her phone and began absent-mindedly scrolling.
I wondered if this woman knew what was happening here. Were they going to shrink her too?? I needed to warn her, and maybe she could help me. I started screaming and banging on the cup wall once again to get her attention. She did not look up from her phone. I paused for a moment to think. In a desperate attempt, I ran from one side of the cup to the other and did a flying kick into the wall, hurting my ankles in the process and slamming hard onto the ground. However, it worked – the cup rattled, ever so slightly.
The woman looked up from her phone and in my direction. “Yes!”, I said through heavy breathing. She stood up from the examination chair, causing the paper and leathery surface to crackle loudly. She walked over to the shelf I was on, which was about level with her crotch. She was wearing loose fitting purple workout shorts, but it was still obviously apparent that she was sporting serious thigh gap underneath. The thought of this woman’s pussy, several times bigger than me, hovering directly in front of me made me dizzy with lust, but I shook my head and snapped out of it. I jumped up and down, waving my hands for her attention.
“What have we here?”, she said, curiously. Her hands wrapped around my container and she brought it up to her eye level.
“Thank god… finally,” I thought. With me now at her eye level, I could make out her facial features, and… “ooohhh… fuck.” It was Allison, the fucking bitch supervisor who fired me. My heart sank.
“Oh… wow. My god, it’s you! Sean! What are the odds?” For a moment I thought maybe she would still help me.
“Please… help me! Get me out of here!”, I pleaded.
“You’re probably pretty angry with me, but you have to understand that I did what was best for the company. You were becoming complacent and your work ethic was slacking. I mean, I didn’t think you’d sink this low as to volunteer for this, but I mean… this actually could be a good learning experience for you!”. She spoke with the most condescending possible tone and a slight smirk on her face. Just like at work, she was enjoying belittling me and exerting her power over me.
“Fuck you.”, I said, knowing she couldn’t hear it anyway.
The door swung open once again and Mikayla entered. Shook Allison’s free hand and looked at her other, holding my container. “Ah, I see you’ve met our newest volunteer!”
“Actually, funny story – I’m his, well, I was his supervisor. He’d been there a while and was becoming a bit of a slacker. We had to let him go.”
She was so full of shit.
“Hmm, tsk tsk… not good!”, Mikayla added. She tapped on the glass. “Good think you won’t have to do much work for what you’re volunteering for!” Both women laughed and sighed. Allison placed my container down and Mikayla grabbed Allison’s patient folder and leafed through it quickly. “Alright, well thank you for coming in for your six-month checkup! Many of our test subjects don’t even bother with it and it’s very important for our research. So, how’s it going?”
Allison responded. “Oh, no worries! It’s going great, this procedure has helped me tremendously, to be quite honest. There’s so much more sensation, the sex is great, best I’ve ever had.”
“How’s your sex drive?”
“Definitely increased!”, Allison said with a giggle. “Also, can I be honest with you? Having total control like this gives me so much more confidence, I find myself being so much more in command and dominant. I think it even helped me get this new leadership position!”
“That’s excellent news!”, Mikayla replied, while jotting down notes. “We find that having absolute dominance over weaker individuals increases often increases their confidence and sexuality. Alright, if it’s alright with you we’d just like to have a quick look down there. If you could remove your shorts and have a seat on the chair there.”
“Sure thing.”, Allison replied. “Oh, uh…”, she glanced in my direction.
“Oh, yes, some privacy. Of course!” Mikayla picked up my container. “Jeez, show some respect for your boss, will ya?”, she mocked. She placed me inside a drawer and closed it. Once again in pitch black, I listened. I was close enough to them that I could still make out what they were saying.
“Alright, lie back and spread your legs.”
The sound of the leather examination chair stretching and shifting could be heard.
“Okay… everything looks perfectly normal, as it should. You can’t even tell.”, Mikayla’s voice said in a pleased tone. Suddenly, she got louder. “Hang in there Sarah! Six months – you’re halfway done!” The sound of giggling from both Mikayla and Allison could be heard.
My mind began racing with ideas on what they had done with Sarah. Also, Sarah… Sarah from the reception desk? Could it possibly be her? She had been fired recently as well… but more importantly, what had they done with her? Was I going to be spending a year in some woman’s underwear??
I could hear more shuffling around on the chair again. The sound of Allison sitting up and pulling her shorts back up and grabbing her purse.
“Well, I’m glad this is going so well for you. Hopefully in six months you won’t even need Sarah anymore. If you’ll follow me back out this way…”, Mikayla said.
“Oh, absolutely. I don’t want to lose this feeling.”, Allison said, and paused to knock on the drawer I was in. “Good luck, Sean! See ya in a year, maybe! Hehe! Oh, hey, doctor… by the way, who’s that hot dude in the waiting room? Because I mean, damn, he’s here for this too?”
Mikayla giggled. “Oh, you know I can’t share information about other patients… but hey, go for it. We’re about to go on lunch, he’ll be waiting for a bit.”
Both women left the room, and I slumped down, once again, waiting.
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E.D. by akanobody84
At some point I must have dozed off. The sound of the door rattling open once again jolted me awake. This time I heard Hannah’s voice. “Have a seat, we’ll be with you in a moment! In the meantime, just relax, okay?”
A man’s voice replied with “no problem.”
I heard the door close, followed by some familiar squealing and stretching of the examination chair. The man must have laid down on it. Wait a second… man? They did say something about erectile dysfunction. Oh god… is this who they’re “pairing” me with?? Or was this guy going end up shrunken like me?! Still stuck in the drawer, I had no way to warn him.
The door swung open again. “Doctor” Mikayla’s voice greeted the man.
“Hello… Jeremy is it? Hi, I’m Mikayla, I’m the head of our little, uh, operation here. First, thank you very much for being prompt with your payments – and I see you paid in full. We will compensate you after successful completion of our one-year study, of course - $100,000, as we discussed.”
100K? What?? Why are they promising him double what I was promised?
“Honestly, doctor, this all sounds too good to be true for me. Sexual enhancements, 100 grands, and do I even really have to do anything?”, Jeremy asked.
“All we ask is that you submit a monthly survey to us online, and return for a six-month checkup, and once more a year from now to terminate the testing.”
“Wonderful. Well, let’s get started!”, said Jeremy.
Mikayla proceeded ahead with the preliminary questions. “So, I understand you’re concerned about erectile dysfunction?”
Jeremy tried to sound professional about the subject. “Well, not exactly. It just seems like there used to be more feeling, ya know? I don’t really have trouble um, getting an erection, but swear there used to be more… feeling. And I stayed erect longer. Kind of embarrassing, I’m only 28 and all.”
I continued straining to listen as much as I could.
Mikayla let out an assuring, concerned murmur. “Yeah, no, it’s perfectly understandable to be concerned. You want to feel everything, you’re still in the prime of your life! You’re the perfect candidate for our experimental procedure.”
“Yeah, about that, what is it? Some sort of medicine orr-“
“So, here’s where your confidentiality agreement comes in”, Mikayla said, and paused. Suddenly the floor underneath me launched forward and I fell onto my back. The light from the fluorescent ceiling light flooded the drawer and hurt my eyes. She scooped the cup from the drawer and dangled it in front of Jeremy. “Meet your volunteer, Sean!” She wiggled the cup. “Wave hi, Sean!”
I felt like I was going to throw up. This could not be happening. I slammed my fists on the plastic wall. I got my first glimpse of this Jeremy fellow. Of course. Easily over 6 feet tall. Perfect physique. Chiseled jaw. Perfectly sculpted facial hair and haircut. Well dressed. He spoke with a deep voice. Everything I wanted to be, essentially.
Jeremy stared at the container, mouth agape. “Oh… what… the fuck. How… how did you…”
“Don’t worry about it. This is what we’re going to do. Using special tools, we’re going to fuse little Sean here with the underside of your penis, typically the most sensitive spot. Using our specially developed molecular modification tools, Sean will be absorbed completely into your penis. We will then apply a special chemical bond that renders him basically invisible. Like he’s not even there. Though he will be unable to move or speak, he will be fully conscious the entire time. They must remain conscious for this to work. You see, he tested very positive for sexual sensitivity, and through reasons we’re still discovering, when our shrunken specimens are fused with the pleasure areas on the genitalia of normal-sized humans, their sexual energy transfers to their host. We’ve had 100% success rate, so far. And, I’ll be honest, most of our male test subjects are much older and, well, desperate than you, sir.”
Jeremy sat, speechless, for a moment, at the mouthful just delivered to him. Meanwhile, I literally threw up. I frantically jumped up and down, flailing and screaming “NO!”
After processing it for a bit, Jeremy finally mustered up enough wit to speak again. “So, right. So that little guy, Sean, is it? He did volunteer for this, right?”
“Oh, of course he did!” She turned her head toward me, smirked, and winked.
“Okay, but, how does this work? Is he gay? I’m definitely not gay.”
“Actually, we’ve had the best results when the specimen and the host are the same gender and sexual orientation.”
“Oh… huh. Well thanks for volunteering to become part of my dick, little dude.”
“Any other questions?”, Mikayla asked.
“Nah.”
“Alright, let me call the girls in and we’ll get started!"