Robert and Trish - Ch 8
This story is a continuing co-authorship between myself and my good friend Damaged. If you haven't read the whole story, the link below will take you to the first chapter and all subsequent chapters. http://www.sofurry.com/?pid=228817
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Trish looked up from her paperwork when Robert opened the door and walked in. A slight smile came to her face as her eyes gazed over the vixen. "So, I suppose you enjoyed the new body? You haven't called and asked to change back yet."
As always, Trish was wearing the tight one-piece outfit under her open lab coat. From the angle she was leaning, Robert saw straight into her cleavage and began to get tell-tale warming in her lower belly at the sight. "Yeah. It's a lot more fun in the bedroom, and with the collar no one knows I'm any different.
"I wanted to say thanks, Trish. Thanks for setting Samantha and me up like that." She smiled at the feline, letting all the feeling flow through her. "I owe you one, I guess," she finished.
Trish just nodded.
Disrobing, Robert ended up removing her panties and bra as Trish turned back from adjusting something. She blushed a little. "Had to go do some new clothes shopping. Jess and Samantha helped me re-stock my wardrobe."
She blinked, giving voice to something she had kept hidden even from the vixen and ferret. "When this is done, the trial that is, I wouldn't be at all put out if I at least still had these," she said, blushing harder as she reached up and gripped her breasts, squeezing them together a little.
Trish gave her a look. "You're not the first one to ask about that sort of thing. Standard procedure for these tests is to completely reverse anything we do to a subject. Of course, there have been some leniencies, so I suppose it won't be hard to... change a few notes around." She gave a little smile. "Do you want to keep the pussy too? Or got back to a cock?" Her eyes turned away just long enough to pull out a vial of green liquid.
Robert's blush came back furiously at the question. "Is there... that is, could I have both?" she asked as she climbed up to sit on the table.
"You can. We'll be touching on that a bit today, in fact." She opened another drawer and pulled out a clipboard. She handed it over to Robert along with a pen. "Before we continue further, I need you to sign this. It's an extra non-disclosure form for your next battery of tests. On a side note, Vixen or Thylacine?"
She took the clipboard, reading down the clauses, finding nothing she couldn't deal with, particularly in light of the huge medical coverage that came with the extra information. Scrawling her name at the bottom and dating, she smiled. "If I go back to Thylacine, will my breasts go away? All the females of my family have been completely flat chested. I asked mum once and she told me her mammaries were under her pouch. Could there be some kind of mix between the two? I really like these girls is all."
Trish gave a mild look. "In the past two weeks, we've grown your cock to double its size and turned you into a vixen. You think we can't twist the genes a little?"
She set the clipboard down on the table to be filed later. "You should choose now. Once we start these tests, we won't want any species modifications going through your system."
Robert laughed, mood slightly lightened. "Sure. Sounds great. A Vulpicine!" She giggled at the made-up name. But a thought came to her quickly. "With the non-disclosure, what about my partners? Will they need to come in and sign before we can, uh..."
"No. What we will be doing will not leave here. For the remainder of the tests, we'll change you, test you, and then revert you to whatever body you'd like to have. This particular form... Well, they don't want it widely known that we're experimenting with it yet.
She turned to Robert completely. "Whatever is said here, whatever is done, you are legally bound to not whisper anything of it to anyone except whoever is participating in the tests."
Looking at her, she replied seriously, "You people have helped me so much, I wouldn't tell anyone if you had just asked me nicely not to."
Trish picked up the needle. "Now lie down. We'll get you changed into a... vulpicine... and I'll explain exactly what types of tests we're doing."
"Yes, I would like to take this... vulpicine for a spin. All the options, understand? Automatic mirrors, remote stere... OW," she gasped as the needle slipped in painlessly. But it was a perfectly timed end to the joke.
Trish grinned at her. "Baby."
The serum began to work almost instantly, altering her fur slightly. The muzzle remained mostly untouched and her breasts didn't change, but her overall body leaned out, becoming more like her native species.
"Now, as for the main tests we'll be doing on you. How familiar are you with LGDs?"
"LG what now?" Robert asked with a lopsided grin. She absently noted some more thylacine-like feelings where her jaw hinged and her teeth felt "right" now.
"LGD stands for Living Gasm Drive," Trish explained. "I'm not sure how you are into the more... erotic fetishes going around the Net, but they're a pretty popular fantasy. Imagine a creature whose total physical design is for receiving and giving sexual pleasure. Large cock, a tail that acts as a pseudo-cock, one or two vaginas, breasts... The whole nine yards and hypersensitivity to boot.
"Personally, I'm not sure if I like the order, but we've been asked to see if such a thing is possible. That's where you come in."
Robert's mind twisted at the thought of it. It sounded odd, but now that she mentioned what it was, she had seen some obvious photo shop jobs done on people to make them look like sort of what was being described. "By the sound of that, what you describe, if you make me like that I will be more than just coming in, I will be coming out as well." She giggled uncontrollably as she heard the feline groan.
"I am never going to be able to use that joke in that context again you realize? That is what your non-disclosure thing means to me... OK, seriously, though. What's the chances that this will screw me up?" At the cold look Trish gave her, she help up her paws to fend off imaginary attacks. "OK, OK, no more jokes. Will this cause bad things to be permanent? Can I die from it? Those are all that really matters at the end of the day, just before I take my pay check," she asked seriously.
Trish shook her head gently. "I honestly don't know. So far, we've only found one other person who would even be capable of accepting the serums needed to produce the type of body we'd need. They were so terrified of the idea that they refused to take it. If you accept it, you'll be the first one."
She thought about it and felt that same anguish feedback loop begin as with her first decision here. With a chuckle, she figured she would trust their work a little further. "OK. I trust you and the Doctor to know your work. I am as ready as I will ever be." She lay back and felt instant relaxation as her mind let go of the anguish of choice.
The researcher gave a nod. "We won't go straight to the final product. We need to see how each component of the LGD affects the body." The vial she took out this time was deep red. It looked like gently glowing blood. "The first test is a combination general hypersensitivity serum and skeleton recomposition. If all goes well with this one, you'll be much more sensitive overall and be much more flexible than you were before." She brought the needle and reached over, but stopped, an almost worried look in her eyes.
"Hang on," Robert said, "do I need a food bar for this? Would it hurt if I had just a bit and it wasn't used? Might make it a little safer..."
The comment snapped her out of her thoughts. "Um... no. This one won't need that much excess mass for it."
She took a quick breath and swallowed. "Listen, Robert, I really don't agree with these tests they want me to do. I may flirt around and enjoy sex, but I've seen what minor changes do to people's minds. I'm sure you've noticed a spike in your sexual activity. I'm worried what will happen with this one."
Robert looked into her concerned eyes. Before the feline could react, she leaned forward and put one paw behind her back and pulled her forward into a kiss. Pulling back from it after a very short moment, "OK, just in case I go crazy or whatever it might do to me, I now know what your lips taste like.
"Let's do this. At worst it will make me super horny for the rest of my life? Sounds like most guys' dreams, and while I probably don't count as 'most guys' anymore, Trish, I don't think I will lose control that easily. I have been getting a lot of practice and training in self control lately." She gave a wink before laying back.
Trish stared blankly in surprise until she pulled away completely. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply, and within seconds she was composed again. "Right." She pressed the needle under the vulpicine's skin and pressed the serum in. "But just in case, I won't be afraid to strap you in if I need to."
"It's OK, Trish. You'll see I can... I... wow..." was all she could managed as she felt the warmth just tingle around her body.
The first half of the serum rippled over her skin first, attaching to her nerves and making them grow. Every inch of skin went from holding millions of nerve endings to trillions of nerves, and most of them tied down towards one center of her mind: pleasure.
The feeling of the table under her suddenly felt better, almost sexual. "A guy could get used to this..." she slurred out, realizing all of a sudden her mouth too was producing the same sexual stimulation.
The other portion of the injection gradually seeped down through her muscles into her bones. This one would take longer, but the serum slowly began to eat at the calcium, replacing it with a strong, flexible cartilage-based compound.
The heat moved deeper as she felt something about her bones change. "Trish, this is actually pretty amazing." Her body seemed to get used to this new level of almost constant stimulation, rendering the constant feelings into a background buzz kind of like how clothing feels pressing against ones fur. You know it's there, you can feel it, but you don't register it all the time.
The nerve serum spread further. Going upwards to her face, it enhanced her taste, amplified her hearing, and fine-tuned her eyesight. Below, it seeped into her vagina, having a similar effect to what it had on her skin.
"Trish," Robert said with a little sniff. "I never noticed how wonderfully you smelled before." Her body managed, after a few moments more, to mask off most of the extra feeling to what it now considered "baseline" but one. Her cleft felt almost awash with heat and it seemed to increase rather than decrease. "I think... I think I need to be restrained, my cleft, it's getting stronger," she gasped.
Trish wordlessly reached down and pulled the straps over Robert's wrists and ankles. "Everything else feeling ok?" she asked as the serum began to die.
Gasping around the feeling, noticing her body seemed to be making some inroads to calming down, she paused for breath. "Yeah, everything else is OK. It seems to calm down after a bit. But this, ugh, my groin is slowly calming down, but wow that was intense there for a moment or two."
The feline stepped back. "I'm going to start the tests, OK?" First, she held up a picture that seemed to be only black. "Do you see anything in this picture?"
Robert blinked and oddly colored dots filled the page with three numbers written on it. "Yeah, it has tons of... odd colored dots... I've never seen those colors before." She tilted her head to the side a little. "Anyway, there's three numbers written on it. A hundred and twelve, sixty four, and forty two." The colors still looked funny, but after a second more of looking, her brain just took the news things and said to itself "This is how it is, deal with it."
Trish wrote something down on her paper. "Alright. Now, I want you to tell me how much you feel this." She reached over with one finger and just barely brushed the fur along Robert's arm.
She braced herself for the feeling, but it still almost overwhelmed her. "Holy goddess... its... not just feeling, but it also feels almost sexual. Wow," she said, almost aching to feel it again.
The feline drew away and noted it down, a slightly worried look flashing over her face for a moment. "Alright. And this?" She touched Robert's stomach, this time applying a little more force and tracing a soft circle.
Robert sighed. It still felt sensual, but her body seemed to be telling itself that it wasn't supposed to be like that. "It... it still feels a little sexual, but it's becoming more tolerable. I think my mind is giving my nervous system a good talking to," she joked. "Once more?" she asked after a moment.
Feeling her touch again, it felt normal. "Feels normal now, Trish. I mean, I can probably tell you exactly now many hairs you just brush aside, but its just normal sensation."
"Let's try something, then. If you can, open your mind up to it again. Try telling yourself that it's completely sexual." She reached up to the vulpicine's shoulder and gently started brushing. "Any change?"
Robert's hips buck involuntarily at the touch as she imagined a lover reaching for her. "Holy... shit..." she panted after regaining her breath and thinking back to how it was before. "OK, try again, this time I'll think normally."
She removed her hand and then replaced it a few moments later, brushing her shoulder again.
She gave a sigh, but it felt normal again. "Yeah, back to normal," she said, actually finding interest in all of it. "This is pretty cool, I have to say. Lucky I had you tie me down though. Could you imagine how bad it would have gotten if I had masturbated while I was still running that hot? I may not have even been able to establish a... base... line..." Her mind made the connection and she look up at Trish. "That's what you were worried about right? Being the first, you just didn't know the dangers until we find them."
Trish nodded. "But it's not only that. Sex is great, but I hate seeing people become slaves to it." She stepped back, setting the clipboard down. "What I'm worried about is that you'll become addicted." When she turned around, she was holding a long, thin dildo.
"Trish," Robert began, "remember, I'm still enough of a guy to be able to say that yes, I'm addicted to sex. That is, it is the genetic imperative. Sex drive causes reproduction, more sex is stronger species. Honestly, I would be more panicked if what you did made me apathetic to sex." She was laying back now, just focusing on feelings, trying to turn them erotic or not at a thought and was getting pretty good at it.
"That's another thing I'm afraid of," Trish went on. "If you get too much from this, what will happen when you go back? If what we understand about this species is true, it won't be near as pleasurable." She came back to sit in the chair. "Or maybe my fears are completely unfounded. I honestly don't know."
Robert laughed out loudly. "Only one way to find out, isn't there? What if old Chris Columbus hadn't wanted to go sailing because he might get sick? Or if the first fur had decided that making fire was too dangerous? Come on. At least let me be the first at something in life," she begged.
She sighed and resumed her straight face. "Alright. If you insist." She slid the chair back. "If things get too intense, use the safe word 'Tomato'." She reached over with the dildo. At first, she just rested it against Robert's folds and swirled it around sensually.
As the dildo touched her cleft, it felt entirely normal until she actually focused on it and "let" it become sensual. A warm haze passed over the world until she managed to pull back those feelings. She gasped, "Oh shit, Trish, it was OK until I told myself to really feel it, but I think I can pull back and reign in the feelings if I need to."
A wave of relief seemed to pass over Trish. She turned for a moment and jotted on her paper. "For now, just let yourself open. I'd like to see just how sensitive you are under full exposure."
Robert nodded, took a breath, and let the feelings go. Instantly, heat poured over her, descending down from the contact point she had made. Time slowed as she spoke unintelligibly. She ached to pull free of the restraints and do... everything to her.
"Robert?"
She lived in that world for what seemed an eternity, just letting the pleasure roam her body of its own will, even where the table touched her, where the straps touched her, where her tongue moved in her mouth... It all made her ache in need.
"Robert!"
*Author's Note: * The concept of LGDs (Living Gasm Drives) are the intellectual property of nek0gami.