>>271
First of all, cool down. You're OK with content that hosts chicks with dicks, rape, tentacle rape, pedophilia, bestiality, bacon blah blah ble blah, but as soon as scientific curiosity outweighs scientific protocol, you go apeshit? Really?

And if it pains you so bad, just imagine he said something about transgender individuals instead of gays. It's not a big deal. Besides that snag, it's still a good read.

Alright, guys, really. It's the opinion of an obviously deranged man. If psychopath in a story claimed to hate women, would you think that the author wanted to prove that women were inferior?

Please. Take a chill pill and allow for artistic license. Take the despicable with the pure, this is not a book for children; and frankly, I think even a child could realize that the bad guy generally doesn't reflect the positive aspects of the theme.

But enough of that. More please, Gamer. I'm intrigued. You're doing fine with casual first person, keep it up.

>>276
I completely understand how it works. Do understand that my thoughts and visions are NOT reflected through the mad scientist characters of my story. It is merely an excuse used by the characters to fuck around with science.

>>271
>>277
I understand it's your opinion, but do realize this is a FICTIONAL story. Lakeview Terrace had Samuel L. Jackson as a police officer that broke protocol because he hated his white neighbor that married a black woman and moved into their neighborhood and tried to frame the man, hired a guy to break into their house, and ended in a shootout in the streets with other police officers. That's more deranged than this. Just chill.

I'll have Chapter 3 up soon, guys; thanks for the support and input as well. I was hoping my first person was any good.

>>280
It wasn't so much the content, as what I felt was poor execution in the writing that set me off. I can't stand it when writers do shit that clumsy (IMO)

Geeze it's a story. I agree with >>280. This is no different than 90% of the hentai out there. There are stories, comics, and manga that have women turning into animals. On /d/ there is a whole thread about transformations. Male to female transformations would be one of the ones that's up there. Suck it up and stop being stupid people.

I personally have no problems with the writing style, it's not the most spectacular but this is /elit/, definitely not professional standards.

>>271
and you good sir, stop being butt hurt. You act like this is the first time scientist have been depicted that way. For heaven sake grow up. You sound like a 15 year old girl. This is 7chan, we don't have to care about mortality here.

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(Thanks again for the feedback guys. I understand this won't appeal to everyone, so I'm not really offended. Everyone has opinions after all. Anyways, here's Chapter 3!)



Chapter 3: A Little Touching Never Hurt Anyone


I was getting hot all over now, and decided to move things to the bed. I left the beautiful image in my mirror, crawled up onto my bed, and spread my legs. I felt nervous for some reason; it may have been myself, but I had never done anything with a woman before. I guess I figured out where to begin, and knew the general idea of things, but I still felt lost. I returned my left hand to my breast, and moved my right hand back down between my legs. I was a little wet, but I doubt I could’ve pushed a finger in yet.

I gently brushed my finger across my new clit the way I had with my nipples a moment ago. Needless to say, it felt incredibly rewarding - an indescribable pleasure rushed over my body, and I couldn’t contain my gasps and moans any longer. The sound of my own sexual cries was arousing in itself, and had I still been male I likely would’ve gotten an erection upon hearing it. I bit my lower lip to keep myself quiet, but the more I caressed my clitoris, the more noise came from my throat.

I gently pinched my nipple between my thumb and forefinger, applying light pressure or occasionally tweaking it, which in turn made me rub myself more between my legs. My fingers moved further up and down, making sure my middle finger was still rubbing the clit as it moved down across my wet lips. I had never felt anything remotely like this as a guy; we had our hands and our dicks, maybe a fleshlight if you shelled out the cash for it. But I was only using my fingers and this was incredible!

My hips were bucking softly at my motions, and upon realizing everything I was doing I couldn’t help but blush. I changed my pattern up, instead brushing my fingertips over my clit in a circular motion. It didn’t take very long before I found my back arching off the bed, my whole body tense as I did this. If I kept this up, I’d cum everywhere for sure!

Forty-five minutes passed. I sat cross-legged on my bed, glaring angrily at the floor. Maybe I had done something wrong, but for some reason I couldn’t bring myself to orgasm. This didn’t do much for my self-esteem, especially in the sexual department. I could hear it now: ‘Sam Harris is so bad in bed, he couldn’t bring a girl to orgasm if it was himself!’ My legs felt a little weak, and I had a fantastic time, but I was so close to cumming several times, and I somehow just couldn’t bring myself to do it.

That’s about the time my brain started working against me. I just touched another woman. But it was just myself, so it’s fine. But I touched the breasts and crotch of a woman that wasn’t Clarissa. Had I cheated on my girlfriend? I couldn’t have, masturbation’s not cheating! But I was born a man, and I'm Clarissa’s boyfriend, so I shouldn’t be touching anyone else’s vagina. But I’m a girl now, so it’s still just masturbation! Though, if I touched a man’s penis, would it be cheating? That’s not the issue, I’m not going to touch another man’s penis! Argh, what the fuck is wrong with me?!

It was around that time I heard the chime of the lock accepting the ID badge, and my door opened to my room. I quickly covered myself up with my arms again, and Dr. West groaned and turned away from me. “For the love of God, would you put some damn clothes on?” He impatiently snatched up Dr. Hutchison’s coat, while I opened the dresser to see if there were any clothes. There were, and I wasn’t too happy with the results.

“These are girls’ clothes,” I said without thinking, holding up a pair of panties.

“Do I even need to reply to that one?” Dr. West asked.

“You know, I really hate you,” I answered, uncomfortably sliding the cliché pink panties up my legs.

“The feeling is mutual,” Dr. West replied to my surprise. “Don’t think I’m doing this for fun. You’re merely a paycheck for me.”

“I can’t fucking believe you,” I said softly, trying not to get irritated. I pulled a pair of jeans up my legs next. They were tighter than I’m used to wearing, but they fit perfectly.

“I’m sure. And don’t be confused by the clothes. With you being unconscious for a day and a half, we had plenty of time to take your measurements.” I looked at one of the bras in the drawer and decided to outright skip it. I grabbed a shirt and threw it on, and found it hugged my curves without being very tight. Even normal women’s clothes are so weird.

Dr. West finally turned around, looking me up and down. “Skipping the bra, I see. What a rebel.” I rolled my eyes at him. “We don’t have any shoes for you yet, little one. Apparently it takes more than a day and a half to measure shoe size.”

“That’s pretty impressive. You guys should take a hint from the nearest shoe store,” I replied.

“Tell me about it,” he said back, surprisingly pleasant about it. He led me out into the hallway, leading me down the corridor as he continued. “And don’t worry, not every girl is going to be able to climax from the first time they experiment."

I gasped, blushing deeply. “WHAT?! You were watching me?!”

“I see you didn’t notice the camera in your room,” he answered.

“I see, so now I’m your porno, huh?!”

“No, and this isn’t Big Brother, either.” We rounded a corner, heading down another corridor. “Do remember, you are still an experiment, and we are monitoring you. So don’t think we’re going to touch ourselves just because you are.”

I scoffed at the nerve of this guy. As soon as I went to say something, however, Dr. West swiped his ID badge to another room, the door sliding open upon doing so. We stepped inside, the door closing behind us, and Dr. Hutchison and the third man in white, the man I saw behind the counter, a skinny twig of a man, were waiting on us.

“Hello again, Sammy,” Dr. Hutchison said cheerfully.

“That’s not my name,” I said, already irritated and a little embarrassed.

“Right, so sorry. We’ll work on that right away.” He led me to a chair in the middle of the room. This one had comfortable armrests and a place to rest your legs. “Dr. Chilton has brought to my attention one of the many tests we’ll need to run on you to make sure the procedure was a total success.”

“You’ve seen my tits,” I said bluntly. “I think that’s proof enough.”

“While this is true,” Dr. Hutchison started. “We need to run several tests to make sure your body is still functioning properly. May I have you undress and take a seat?”

Arguing had gotten me no where, so I decided to strip and sit down, feeling a bit uncomfortable again. “Excellent,” Dr. Chilton said, and the three men walked to another door in the room that would lead to a smaller interior room, that I guess had monitors to check my vitals and whatnot. Why Dr. West told me to get dressed just so I would get undressed is beyond me. The reflective glass prevented me to see what was inside, so I felt alone in the room again. About this time, two clasps came out of the arm rests latched onto my wrists, and two more latched onto my ankles.

“Hey, hey! What’s going on?!” I tugged against the metal restraints, feeling the legs of the chair separate, spreading my legs.

Dr. Chilton spoke over an intercom from the other room so I could hear him. “Seeing your little fun time in your room reminded me we need to test out your sexual organs, behaviors, and reactions. So I decided why not now, since you, too, are curious?” About this time, the ceiling above me opened up.

“What?! No, I’m not curious enough to do this in front of you guys!” I squirmed in my chair, trying to fight the procedure, but doing so only made things worse, as a metal clamp came out of the chair around my neck, loosely holding me in place, as well as another larger one around my waist.

“Please do not fight this, as it may mess up the test results,” Dr. Chilton called out to me. But I didn’t care, this felt really fucked up. As if it was bad enough that I was on display, several contraptions were lowered from the ceiling, looking like a mass of metal arms and hinges with several pieces of plastic everywhere.

“Stop, please! Please don’t do this to me!” I was literally begging them now, but it got me no where. The chair I was in raised up, and the first attack against me were by way of two rubber tipped metal arms with pinchers. The soft tipped pinchers pinched my nipples fairly tight, causing me to tilt my head back and moan. They would apply more pressure before lightening up, only to repeat the process, leaving me moaning, gasping, and panting. Squirming did me no good, and occasionally the nipple clamps would twist slightly, only making me louder.

Another metal arm moved downward, this one with a rubber ball at the end of it, and forced its way into my panting mouth, working as a ball gag. Moans and groans still erupted from my throat or were muffled by the ball, and continued as the nipple clamps did their work. It was humiliating to know they were testing me through this, that they were watching me, but thinking about how I probably looked… No, how the sexy woman I had become probably looked in this situation was arousing, and I felt myself getting wet again.

After a few moments of ‘torture’ from the nipple clamps, they started to tug upwards gently, making my moans louder. Another arm had moved downward, and I felt something rub against my wet lips. My eyes grew wide, and I shook my head, my pleads and begging muffled by the ball; I couldn’t lose my virginity this way! Not as a woman! Not by some machine! My eyes started watering, but it was too late. After a moment of rubbing, the plastic shaft mounted at the end of the metallic arm pushed its way into me. I may have been gagged, but the scream I let out was still loud.

It was gentle, pushing in fairly deep. I squirmed a little, wishing it would stop, but the dildo inside of me pulled out slowly before pushing back into me, slowly fucking me. The tears continued to roll down my face. I was losing my virginity to a machine controlled by some self proclaimed innovators of science. This isn’t how it was supposed to be. It was supposed to be in my room, with Clarissa stripping and climbing on top of me, her blonde hair hanging over her face as she looked down at me… That’s what I wanted. Instead, I got my own set of tits for my birthday. Surprise.

The machine started to piston in and out of me faster, fucking me at a steady pace, getting a little harder with each thrust. I was beginning to understand why most girls are interested in foreplay first. This is all so sudden. ‘This isn’t happening,’ I thought to myself. ‘This is like something out of science fiction. This is like something from an anime. I’m not an anime girl!’ My thoughts didn’t take away my agony, if you could call it that. As much as I tried to fight it, it was beginning to feel wonderful. I may not have wanted it, but I couldn’t deny that it was pleasurable.

My sobbing had died down, and as I started to lose the will to fight I had quieted down as well. I didn’t want to lie there and take it, but I was strapped down. I had little choice in the matter. I closed my eyes tightly, not that I could see much anyway as my head was still held tilted back by the gag, and tried to forget about why I didn’t want it, why it might have been happening. Being my first time, it did hurt, but I tried to block out the pain, trying to just enjoy what I could out of it. I paced my breathing, feeling my chest rise and fall as I did. The nipple clamps detached themselves, which felt great as I thought they were going to be rubbed raw, and the plastic shaft was thrusting into me much quicker.

I was strapped to the chair and fucked this way for a short while longer, before the mechanical arm pulled the shaft from inside of me. I couldn’t help but whimper at its loss, but was thankful I wasn’t going to endure anymore. The ball, slick from my saliva, slid from my mouth, as the contraption pulled away back up to the ceiling. The chair lowered back into place, and as it did the restraints let me loose. My legs were shaking too badly to stand, and all I could do was drop my head, not wanting to look up.

The door opened up and I heard footsteps approach me. What caught my attention, however, was what I heard from the room.

“I can’t believe you’d do it to begin with, much less for that long!” That was Dr. Hutchison’s voice.

“It felt opportune at the time, she had already done it to herself! The timing was fine, it was to further help her explore her sexuality!” That voice belonged to Dr. Chilton, which meant my ‘favorite’ was coming to get me. Apparently, the other two still in the room had conflicting interests in my test just now.

“It’s still too soon! We should have tried the physical fitness test, or done further tests on her vitals!” This was perhaps the only time I’ve heard Dr. Hutchison sounding angrily upset.

“She is still an experiment, what should it matter?! The tests need to be done regardless!”

“She’s a human being before an experiment!!” I heard a slam at this point, and I think it was Hutchison slamming his hands on a table in the other room. “This better not have ruined what we’ve worked on up until now!!”

I felt Dr. West’s presence as he knelt down by my side. “How do you feel right now?” I didn’t respond. I heard the slam of the door in the background, and saw Dr. Hutchison’s feet as he passed by, angrily leaving the room. West realized I wasn’t going to answer, and instead lifted me up in his arms. “Come on, I’ll take you back to your room.”

Dr. West was quiet as he carried me back to my room. It was almost eerie. I finally, softly, spoke out. “What’s your first name…?” I don’t even know why I asked. Maybe I was sick of all the ‘men in white,’ and wanted to actually know at least some of these people a little better. He was quiet a moment; I guess maybe he was stunned that I asked.

“It’s not important.” So much for light conversation. He set me down on my feet by my room so he could swipe his badge. As the door opened, he looked at me. “Think you can make it in alright?” I quietly nodded, and he oddly patted me on the shoulder. I think it was his odd way of trying to console me. “Alright. Get some rest little one.”

He started down the hallway. I took a step into my room, when his voice stopped me. “Hey!” I stopped and turned to him. He had stopped in the hallway, turned back to me. “It’s Michael. But please, still call me Dr. West.” He turned away and walked back towards the test room. With that, I stepped into my room. The blue walls and light furnishings did little to comfort me. The only thing I could do was curl up into a ball on my bed, and hope they’d never come back.




(End of Chapter 3. Chapter 4 is "The Good Doctor", and will either be up tonight or tomorrow. Enjoy!)

I forgot that TF meant transformation, so at first I was surprised and didn't like this, but now I'm enjoying it. I just hope he gets released and gets to be a lesbian with his girlfriend.

>>276
I once asked a gay friend if he wanted to be female, and he did admit that it would make it easier. Although, to quote him "I love my penis." I would not want to change either, and it's kinda sad that he would even kind of wish that, but it's not the most insulting thing in the world to write about and the dude is the bad guy.
>>327
Me too, or just a lesbian period, all right.
>>325
Keep it up I am enjoying this so far.

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Chapter 4: The Good Doctor


About an hour later, I heard the chime of the lock and sighed. I didn’t look to see who it was. They were going to cuff my wrists and haul me off to some other sex test anyway. Maybe this time they’d rip my nipples all the way off, or, better yet, maybe they’d all just fuck me themselves to save on equipment.

I heard the footsteps get closer. They were light footsteps, and they stopped near the sofa. I heard the person sit down on the vinyl couch, letting out a sigh of his own. The room was quiet for a moment, and I stayed facing the wall, still curled up in a ball.

“Sam,” he finally said. It was Dr. Hutchison’s voice. “Look… I’m sorry for what happened back there. I didn’t know Chilton was going to perform that test.”

“Convincing,” I said bitterly. “Looks like that’s what that room was made for.”

“We also test your breathing, your organs, your blood pressure… We can check on your body with a simple scan. That wasn’t the equipment he decided to use, though.”

“Obviously.” I was still bitter. And now this asshole was going to come and butter me up so I won’t feel so bad about it next time.

“Look, again, I’m sorry. That isn’t what I wanted.” He sounded sincere, but I was too mad and too hurt to really care.

“Then what do you want?!” I sat up, spinning around to face him. He wasn’t even looking at me, though. His eyes were fixated on his feet. He was hunched over, his elbows on his knees.

“My son.”

I didn’t know what to say. Obviously, I’m not his son, but what did he mean? I was speechless, which he must’ve noticed, because a moment later he continued.

“My son didn’t feel right. He told me he didn’t feel manly. He didn’t want to be manly. He wanted a sex change.” Dr. Hutchison slowly stood up, looking at his reflection in the mirror on my wall. “Most fathers would have been shamed or disappointed. I wasn’t, though. I loved my son, more than anything.”

He paused for a moment. I cleared my throat, my tone much softer. “…Your son is lucky to have a father that loves him so much.”

Dr. Hutchison shrugged, still looking at himself in the mirror. “Charlie meant everything to me. Since my wife died, he was all I had. Boy or girl, I loved him the same. He was on his way to becoming Charlene. And she would’ve been beautiful.”

“…Did he not go through the procedure…?” I wrapped my bed sheets around myself, my bitter attitude fading away.

“He was in surgery when his heart started having complications. The doctors didn’t tell me much, just that it was a freak accident, that they couldn’t revive him. There was little to no explanation on why he didn’t wake up. I lost my child that day.” Dr. Hutchison was hiding his face, but he balled his hands into fists by his sides.

“I’m sorry, Doctor,” was all I could muster up to say to him. “Is that why you became a doctor?”

“No, I was already a scientist,” he replied. “But I had lost my will to live, until I caught word of this facility and their work. They were trying to create a means to change the human body safely.”

“Well, I felt like I was dying,” I replied. “So I don’t know just how safe it is.”

“But you’re perfectly fine,” he said, walking over to sit on the edge of my bed. “And we’re working on a way to make it less painful. We’ve been doing this for many years now.”

“And I’m the first person you’ve actually done it on?”

“Oh, goodness, no. You’re just the first truly successful result.” The doctor slapped his forehead, shaking his head afterward. “I’m sorry. You were the first person to give us the best outcome from the procedure.”

“It’s alright, I understand,” I said. “But what’s happened in the past?”

“A few of the recent people are still here. They’re staying in other rooms, and we’re looking on ways to improve their situation. One, who goes by Roxy now, came out with wonderful results, but still has his deep voice. We’re working on that currently. Another has kept male genitalia, but still has the breasts and body of a woman. Earlier specimens have had certain parts of the operation omitted, such as keeping their strong jaws, facial hair, body hair, or male organs.”

“But they’re all ok, right?” I tried to get a little more comfortable, stretching my legs out under my sheets. Dr. Hutchison shook his head at my question.

“Not always,” he replied. “Before I signed on for this project, the first subjects didn’t survive. Others have tried the operation a second time to fix flaws from their first and died in the process. Even when we were trying to perfect the voice changing procedure, it cut open the throat from the inside, even after several tests showed it wouldn’t.”

I was horrified. ‘I could’ve died’ is all I pretty much heard out of his statement. “So, you suckered all of these people here and many of them died from it?”

“No, many of our subjects were volunteers, those that had wanted to undergo the change. We’ve only worked with female molds, so it was women that wanted to change their appearance or men that wanted a sex change. Once word got out about the percentage of surviving our tests, our volunteers dwindled.”

“I would say so,” I said. “That’s terrifying!”

“Even so, some of our test subjects still volunteered. When we felt we’d gotten somewhere, we would use the method of ‘volunteering’ that was used on you, but that’s normally only after several months without a willing subject.”

“So, suckers like me don’t come around as often.” I was starting to get bitter again.

“I’ve always been against it,” Dr. Hutchison confessed. “But seeing how well you turned out… You’re beautiful, your voice is angelic, you look like you were born this way… I saw what my son wanted to become. That’s why I was upset earlier. I don’t want you to be scared away from this ordeal.”

“Doctor, I’m already scared,” I admitted. “My life is beginning all over again, with 18 less years to it.”

“I understand. But incidents like today will not help you adjust to this new body or new life, and that’s what I want. I want to see you adapt, to see you rise victoriously. I don’t want to see you as a test subject. My son wasn’t one. I want to ensure you’re taken care of, like my own child. And if it helps you, I’ll take care of you as if you were my own child.”

It was weird to hear that from a man I detested earlier. I oddly felt safe by his words. My face felt warm for some reason; why was I blushing? I nodded to him, letting him know I understood. “Thanks, Dr. Hutchison.”

“It’s my pleasure,” he replied, getting up from my bed. “Did you ever decide on a name?”

I was quiet a moment. I thought about it, and looked up at him when I had come to a conclusion. “I think I’ll stick with Sammy.”

“Sure thing. Sammy Harris it is, then.”

“No,” I said, cutting him off. “I don’t know how the people in my life would react to this kind of change. I don’t want to be related to the old me.”

“Oh? Then do you have a last name?”

After a moment, I nodded, replying with, “Steel. Sammy Steel.”

“Alright. Sammy Steel. Is there anything else I can get for you?” I shook my head, and he smiled at me. “Sorry for rambling. I just wanted to apologize for earlier.”

“You’re fine. Thanks, doc.” He nodded to me again and left my room, leaving me alone again as I curled up under the sheets of my bed. So, I’ve concluded one doctor is a smart ass and the other is thoughtful. Now, to figure out the one that sexed me up with his machine.

I drifted to sleep, but several hours later I woke up by the sound of the lock on my door. It was nearly two o’clock in the morning, so I rubbed my eyes, yawning. I sat up, squinting in the dark of my room. “Doc? Is that you?”

“Not quite,” said a man’s voice from the darkness. I scooted back on my bed, my back against the wall, when someone jumped up onto my bed and grabbed me under my jaw, pinning me to the wall by my neck. My eyes were starting to adjust a little, but I still couldn’t tell who it was.

“So, this is her,” a woman’s voice said nearby. Two of them? Who were these people?

“Yep,” the man’s voice said again. “The ‘perfect’ experiment. There’s GOT to be something wrong with her.”

“Please,” I choked out, the strong grip on my neck straining my voice. “Please don’t hurt me…”

The two voices I heard and a third voice, a girly sounding male’s voice, laughed at me. I felt a pair of hands begin to touch me, feeling around my exposed tits. “’Please…’ You forgot to say ‘Mistress,’ bitch,” the man’s voice said again before laughing.

“Well, it’s not her tits,” the woman’s voice said again, before roaming her hands down my stomach.

“R… Roxy…?” I tried guessing who was holding me against the wall, and I guessed right. The feminine male voice gasped and the woman’s hands froze. A face moved in towards mine, forehead pressed against my own, and all I could see was two lovely blue eyes in front of me.

“Where did you hear that from?” the man’s voice asked, very close to my face. It was strange to hear such a deep voice coming from the incredibly sexy silhouette I was seeing in the dark.

“Doc… Doctor Hutch…” was all I could get out as the grip was slowly tightening around my throat. Suddenly the hand pulled me away from the wall a little, only to throw me back against the wall upon letting me go. I rubbed my head, looking up to get a better view of the woman (as far as I could tell) kneeling over me.

“Dr. Hutchison,” the effeminate voice said. “What a sweetheart.”

“Shut up, Betty,” the woman’s voice said. As my eyes focused, I could tell that the woman’s voice came from a girl that looked to have pretty nasty burns on her arms and neck. The other person, Betty, was a cute girl, her red hair in two over-the-top pigtails atop her head.

“I hear you didn’t even want this, did you?” Roxy said. Roxy was fucking beautiful. She had long black hair, a cute up-turned nose that didn’t look snobbish or piggish, a pair of plump kissable lips, and two large D cups swaying in my face. She was a bit intimidating, and the voice completely threw me off, especially when she’s up in my face asking me questions.

“N… No… I don’t even know why I’m here,” I mumbled.

“Aww, boo-hoo,” the female voice started.

“Can it, Judy,” Roxy interrupted, before focusing back on me. “The nerve of you… You have what we wanted, and you’re not even grateful?”

“Look, I didn’t plan this--” I started, but a sharp slap to the face shut me up pretty quickly.

“You should be thankful,” Roxy said, giving me a glare so hard I thought it would literally kill me. “All the mistakes you made before? They’re gone. You can start anew. And you have the body and the voice and the total package of everything that we and the others here wanted.”

“And that’s fine, but listen, I--” Another slap to the face kept me quiet again, but Roxy’s hand went for my hair afterwards, jerking my head up as she lowered her body onto mine.

“You’re not listening to me. Enjoy what you have.” At the moment, I certainly was, as Roxy’s breasts were pressed up against mine, her face inches away my own. “And if you can’t, we’ll make you enjoy it. Or, at least, enjoy it ourselves.” With that, Roxy’s grip tightened on my hair. As I gasped in pain, my lips met her’s, her tongue forcing its way into my mouth. My eyes widened as she kissed me, and I found myself moaning into the kiss as her tongue brushed against mine. Before I knew it, I felt Roxy’s fingers teasing my clit, making me moan louder, and as I let my tongue begin to play back, the kiss ended as abruptly as it started.

Roxy got off the bed, tauntingly licking her fingers before turning her back to me. Her and her entourage headed for the door. Panting and bewildered, I called after them. “H-how did you even get in here?”

Roxy turned around, mischievous grin on her face, as she pulled an ID badge from her cleavage. “They may be smart, but it doesn’t take a scientist to tell you that a well placed fist to the back of the head can take pretty much anyone out.” With that, she swiped her card and let themselves out, snickering to one another as they walked down the hall. And I was left alone once more, blushing, flustered, and horny.




(End of Chapter 4. Chapter 5 is Just One of the Girls, and I'll likely have it up tomorrow. Now I gotta go play some more Mother 3 to try to catch up to where my g/f is.)

Oh man, I wish something like this would happen to me.

Fantastic story, MOAR!

>>322
Hey, lookit me, I can make baseless claims too!
SAMEFAG LOLOLOLOLOLOL BUTTHURT AM I COOL YET?

>>362
Stop being an asshole, nobody likes you. If you don't want to read the story, just hide it, don't act like a 13 year old.

As far as the story goes, it's pretty good. Having said that, I'm still hoping for a happy ending involving the main character getting back with her(?) girlfriend and having the lesbian sexings.

>>366
He'll get out of the facility soon, but that's as far as I'm going to say.

I'm around halfway done with chapter 5, and at least one new character will be introduced. Ill have it up later today.

>>376

Works for me. Nice update speed, I love that I barely have to wait for more story.