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Dr. Frederick J. Goldstein’s Log
Day 24 of Experiment #47
[Begin Log]
Subject 14 has begun to respond to the treatment, far more rapidly than her counterparts to our great surprise. Initial testing had suggested that any responses we could observe would begin around the 40-50-day mark at the earliest. The implications of this are fascinating and call for further analysis of the subject. Yet my aides have pointed out a troubling side effect that wasn’t apparent in earlier testing, possibly thanks to the greater exposure to the treatments and the very nature of our subjects natural physiology. Thanks to the severe discomfort Subject 14 is experiencing from these side effects we are unable to continue testing; she will require assistance through this before any further testing or analysis can be conducted. It is a troubling conundrum, given that only certain other subjects are able to offer her any relief at this stage, but I believe I have the answer. Subject A4 has already gone through the first round of testing; this would be the optimal time to conduct an inter-personal study to see how the two differing subjects interact with each other and see if our testing as achieved the desired effects on our subjects. To that end, I have given my aides several instructions. First, they were to limit any information they could give to Subject 14 in order to get her more instinctual reactions to Subject A4, and they weren’t to tell Subject A4 what was happening with Subject 14, in order to test his own instincts as well. I hope this way we can verify certain suppositions our initial testing had given us.
[End Log]
I curled up on the low bed provided me with a groan.
Join the F.A.R.C they said, it’d be fun they said. What’s fun about this, I ask? Nothing- ow!
The cramps twisting my insides were worse than I’d even experienced before, even when I was first getting my periods, and the other symptoms were no better. I was burning with fever, which made my head pound with a horrible headache, and my whole body ached and tingled like I’d been covered in fire ant bites. Any touch made me whimper in pain and arousal, oddly enough. To cap it off something slippery and clear kept leaking from my sex to my embarrassment.
None of this was mentioned when I signed those papers to enter this treatment program. Although I think there was a section about ‘we’re allowed to withhold certain parts of the experiments we’re going to do on you’, so maybe this is that part.
F.A.R.C stood for Fertility Augmentation Research Center; they had been popping up all over the country as the infertility rates kept climbing throughout the population.
I’d entered their testing facility hoping to find a cure for my own fertility issues. All the best doctors I went to see about my issues kept telling me that my ‘environment’ was just too hostile to allow insemination, which was apparently a common if not difficult problem to fix. Then a nurse told me about this research facility she’s heard about and gave me a pamphlet; F.A.R.C assured me that they could help me with such issues.
Pretty sure this isn’t doing that- wait, what’s that?
My senses had become sharper during all this; I could tell who or what was coming down the hall by scent alone. I could smell the familiar cologne-and-sweat smell of an aide, but now I smelled something new. It was musky and a bit spicy and earthy. Like the best cologne a man could buy, yet there was something virile there too. It sent a flood of heat through my body like a jolt, and I moaned without thinking.
Oh fuck wow, I’ve never smelled anything that good before! I wonder where he got that?
The door opened without warning and an aide ushered in a man I didn’t know before shutting the door closed again.
This was the source of that wonderful smell. He was tall and broad at the shoulders, like he worked out all the time, white t-shirt and jeans tight on his frame. His hair was bright green and he had three gold earrings in one ear, which was odd since he looked more like a jock than a punk. His eyes were dark brown and serious, like his expression. He was tanned too; maybe he was a surfer in a different time.
We stared at each other for a while, not too sure what to do.
Deciding to break the tension, I spoke first. “Um, hello.”
“Hi.” He kept studying me, scanning everything.
I gave him my name, because that seemed the thing to do, then asked. “I don’t mean any offense, but what’re you doing in here?”
He shrugged. “Beats me; they just pulled me from my room and stuck me in here without an explanation. Oh, I’m Zoro Roronoa by the way.”
“Zoro Roronoa,” I repeated, then shuddered as another vicious cramp stabbed at my core.
Frowning in concern, he edged a little closer to me uncertain as what to do. “Are- are you all right? You look really flushed.”
“I- I don’t know,” I admitted, panting as the heat built. “I feel feverish, and I keep getting these- ah!” I curled up with a whine. “Cramps,” I continued when I could.
He moved to kneel next to my bed, bringing that delicious scent even closer, and placed a palm against my forehead.
Reflexively I moaned, relaxing into that warm touch; his skin was rough with callouses.
God this is embarrassing, getting turned on by a strange man touching me.
“You’re really burning up,” Zoro mumbled. “I’m going to get a doctor; hang tight I’ll be right back.” He went to the door and tried the door; it wouldn’t budge. He cursed. “That numbskull aide locked the door, damn idiot-.” His hands flexed, like he wanted to strangle someone.
The sight made me shudder, a strange thill of arousal running through me at the idea of those strong hands on my body. Pinning me down, leaving bruises behind, holding me tight as-.
What’s the deal here? I’ve never been turned on my aggression before now, but suddenly, I really want him to- I don’t even know right now.
Frustrated, he turned and knelt next to me again. “I don’t know why the hell they stuck me in here; I’m just a dumb jock. I don’t know anything about medicine.”
“You don’t seem that dumb to me,” I mumbled, not very sure why.
That made him smile a little. “Well, thanks for that.”
Oh no, he’s hot and cute when he smiles like that.
He chewed on his lip for a second, thinking. “Well, there’s no helping it right now. I can at least try to help somewhat; roll onto your back okay?”
That scent is driving me crazy.
Zoro could smell it from down the hall, a sweetness like ripe cherries still on the tree with an earthy undertone. It had grown stronger as he’s been led to this room, and now it was so powerful it was overriding his senses and reason. This girl was the source of it; it didn’t seem like body spray or perfume but something more intrinsic to her body.
She shifted onto her back as soon as he suggested it; the obedience pleased some part of him he didn’t quite understand.
Poor thing looks utterly miserable.
Sweat glistened on her brow, chest heaving as she breathed, a vulnerable look in her eyes.
She’s quite cute, even attractive- no; don’t go there. She hardly knows you, and she’s in a bad spot. It wouldn’t be right to make any moves on her in this state.
He began to rub her stomach, focusing on the spot he sensed was the trouble area.
She relaxed some with a moan, body unwinding under his touch.
Does she have to make that sound so… sexy? It’s really driving me nut- jeez you pervert she’s sick she’s not trying to be sexy.
Then she moaned his name louder and all rational thought went out the window. “Mm Zoro, that feels so much better. Don’t stop, please.”
Her voice was so soft and sweet, so vulnerable and open to him. He couldn’t resist; that scent she was giving off sent a flood of heat through his body that made him feel bolder than he had a right to feel. “You like that little one?” He drew closer, whispering in her ear. “You like the feel of my hands on you, working out all the pain? You’re so soft- ah!”
Turning her head, she kissed a spot on his neck, and a jolt of pleasure shot though him. “Zoro,” she sighed. “I- I really like the way you smell.”
He pulled back with a jerk; he had a scent she liked?
She turned even redder. “I- I’m sorry- God why did I say that?” She buried her face in her hands, and something biter mingled with her normal scent.
It set his hackles up, like he wanted to beat whoever caused her discomfort.
“No, no, shh it’s okay,” he soothed, rubbing her stomach a little harder. “It’s all right, I- I kind of like your scent too.”
Startled, she moved her hands to look at him. “Really?”
“Yeah.” He leaned in to find the source of that delicious scent; it came from a section of her neck that seemed a little swollen. He kissed it and she gasped, body jerking on instinct. He back away, flushing. “Idiot, why did you think she’d be okay with you doing that? Sorry, I shouldn’t have-.”
“No, it’s okay.” She clasped his shoulder. “That- it felt good, for some reason. I- I really wish I knew what’s wrong with me.”
He leaned in again. “It’s going to be okay, just try to relax.”
Zoro found that spot on my neck again and began to suck on it gently.
It sent thrills of pleasure through me; I arched and gripped him shoulder. “Ah Zoro! Oh, yes!”
His hand continued to rub out the cramps in my lower belly, slipping up my shirt and smoothing over my skin in slow circles.
Oh God, my whole body’s burning up! Every little thing is sending me over the edge! Ah!
He bit the spot lightly, making the pleasure spike.
I arched with a gasp. “Zoro, oh God!” My body twisted even harder, the clash of pleasure and pain making me writhe under his hand hips bucking with need.
“Sweet little one,” he growled, low and deep in his throat. “Fuck, you smell so damn good it’s driving me crazy.”
The low rough sound made me spread out, shaking with need. “Zoro, please. I’m going mad here.” I grasped his shoulder, trying to draw him even closer.
He hovered over my mouth, hesitating. “You sure?”
“Please.” I nuzzled his neck again. “I need you, please.”
With my okay given, he kissed me gently, easing it into an open-mouthed tonguing that seemed to last an eternity.
I moaned into it, practically melting into my bed.
Oh, fuck he’s good at this! None of my other partners were this good.
Then his hands slipped farther up my shirt to my breasts. “Let’s get these clothes off,” he murmured. “I want to feel your skin to mine.” He moved to let me sit up, helping me strip off my shirt and bra. “Oh wow.” He grasped my breasts for a moment, taking in their size and feel.
Humming, I ran my hands up his shirt to feel his abs. “Ah Zoro, I love your hands. Oh yes!”
He began to circle my nipples with his thumbs, grinning at my reaction. “So soft and tender, just like the rest of your body I’d bet.” Then he had me lay back down and raise my hips so that he could slide the rest of my clothes off.
With them off, I spread out my legs immediately, settling with my arms over my head and humming as he continued to touch my body.
Such rough hands, but they feel so damn good on my sensitive skin.
“You’re so wet.” He slid two fingers over my sex, collecting some of the wetness there. “I’ll bet you taste as good as you smell eh?” He sucked off his fingers and groaned. “Oh yeah; fuck you’re turning me on so bad right now.” He stripped off his shirt, showing off all that muscle he worked so hard to gain. A ridged scar ran diagonally over his chest, reaching over his left pec on down to his right hip.
“Oh wow,” I let slip, not certain whether it was his well-defined pecs, abs, or that seductive ‘v’ over his hips what tuned me on the most. But that scar distracted me. “But what happened here?”
He glanced at his scar with a slight grimace. “Training accident a few years ago; I’m a kendo instructor you see. While practicing with my trainer with real blades I slipped and got his blade right over my chest; damn lucky it didn’t kill me.”
“Oh.” I grimaced in sympathy. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have pried-.”
“No, it’s fine.” He gave me a quick smile. “You don’t see scars like this very often after all.”
“True.” I ran my eyes over his body again, admiring his body again. “If it’s any consolation, you’re still really damn hot. I think the scar’s kind of sexy.”
“Yeah, you think so?” He smirked at me as he stood to undo his belt. “Am I turning you on too baby? Heh, that look tells me everything I need to know.” He got off his jeans and boxers, releasing a thick half-hard cock.
“Oh, wow,” I repeated and bit my lip, hands curling in the sheet.
He climbed into bed between my legs, stretching out over me and planting his hands on either side of my head. “Before we go through with this, have you ever-?”
“Once, several years ago.” I glanced away. “My ex-fiancé and I did it once, before we found out that we couldn’t- I couldn’t-.” I bit my lip to shut up.
“Damn, I’m sorry.” He had that ‘been there’ expression, a hollowness in his eyes that quickly vanished. “I shouldn’t have pried into your personal life.” He kissed over my neck again.
“It’s okay, it’s not that big of a deal,” I purred, relaxing into his embrace. “It’s a good question to ask someone beforehand.”
Rotating his hips, he began to rub my sex with his tip, spreading my lips some each time.
Pleasure rippled up from his movements, and I shivered again hips bucking. “Ah Zoro please, let me have it- yes!”
Zoro thrust into me slowly, going all the way to his base in one smooth thrust. Then he paused, letting me adjust to his length stretching me open.
“Fuck,” I groaned, legs tightening around his hips. “Zoro, you’re so big, ah yes!”
“So soft.” He began to move deep and slow, keeping to an easy tempo. Each thrust nailed the source of the aches inside me, converting it into a pleasurable tension.
I clutched at his back, walls convulsing and sending waves of pleasure throughout my body. “Ah- ah! Oh Zoro, you feel so good inside me- mph!”
He kissed me hard, nipping on my bottom lip. “You’re so damn tight and soft, fuck you feel incredible.” His pace picked up, driving himself harder into me.
The tension inside me mounted, so tight it made me pant. “Ha- ha! Zoro, oh fuck yes! So close, oh God Zoro don’t stop- ah!” The tension snapped without warning; I cried out hands digging into his back and I bucked into him.
“That’s it, baby, damn if you aren’t the tightest girl I’ve ever fucked- ah fuck!” His base began to swell; the new shape struck spots inside me that made me see stars.
“AH!” I arched my back in surprise and pleasure, gasping. “Zoro- oh fuck Zoro what-?”
“Don’t know,” he panted, hands fisting in the sheets. “I- I don’t get what’s going on- ah fuck! But- ah God it feels so good! Fuck, I can’t stop!”
Each pass made my core tighten in pleasure, his base continuing to swell until my walls caught each time he pulled out. “Ah God Zoro don’t- mph! Don’t stop; please it feels so good! Ah- ah!”
“You feel so damn good babe; no way I could stop fucking you like this.” He bit down on my neck hard enough to leave a bruise, growling. “Say my name.”
I raked my nails down his back in response. “Zoro!” That bite sent thrills through me; I’d never felt anything like it before, but I couldn’t say it didn’t feel damn good.
His base was so big now it burned when he pulled out once more. “Scream it baby; let everyone in this crazy place know who’s fucking you.” He thrust back in and his base suddenly popped, triggering another orgasm.
“ZORO!” I screamed his name, clawing at his back to leave red furrows on his back.
He groaned my name softly, shuddering to a stop as his release began to spurt inside me. The flood of heat soothed me aching core, helping me relax even more.
I guess this would prove if that treatment worked or not. I wonder, what happens to a subject if they get pregnant? Do they get out of the program early, or are they held in order to study the pregnancy? Not sure why they would bother with that, but one never knows with scientists. Would- would they let me stay with him?
Zoro held still a moment, collecting his breath, then tried to pull out. His base was too big though, and ground against my entrance painfully.
I yelped at the sensation, gripping his arms tight to stop him.
He stopped at the sound, returning to his original position and cupping my face as an apology. “Sorry, I didn’t realize it had gotten that big. You okay?”
The burn abated, and I nodded, taking a deep breath to steady my nerves. “Yeah, I’m fine.” I tried to think what we could do about the situation and came up with nothing productive. “Not sure what we can do though. Um, maybe if we wait a bit it’ll go down?”
“Yeah, maybe.” He shifted to lie down on his side, making sure I went with him. “There we go.” He smoothed my hair aside and kissed me. “Feel better?”
I nodded, tucking my face into his chest. “So much better; thank you Zoro.”
“My pleasure.” He held me close to him and closed his eyes, falling asleep.
Despite my weariness I stayed awake a bit longer, trying to puzzle out what was happening to both of us. The strong desirable smells we both gave off, my symptoms, the swelling on his cock locking us together, that sensitive spot on our necks.
It all has something to do with the treatment, I just know it somehow. Not that anyone here would ever explain any of this to us; the scientists never explain the experiment to the lab rats after all.
The bizarre symptoms kept popping up regularly for the rest of the week, and the only solution seemed to be keep sleeping with Zoro whenever they got too bad to deal with.
Not that I can complain about that too much; he’s a damn good partner to me. Better my ex by far, I can attest to that.
They left him with me the whole time, only interrupting us with regular meals which Zoro made sure that I ate even when I didn’t feel hungry.
How anyone could pass up such a good man is beyond me.
All that time together gave us time to get to know each other better; I learned that his girlfriend had left him when they found out he was infertile for her ex (whom she had been talking to the whole time) without warning.
And honestly, it sounds to me like she didn’t deserve him, but I can tell that a betrayal like that hurt him a lot. He’s so loyal, it’s terribly endearing.
When my symptoms finally burned out, they took him away, despite both our reluctance.
Funny, I went from not being sure if I wanted him near me to wanting him to stay with me.
“Don’t forget me,” he murmured, pressing his forehead to mine. “Please, no matter who they give to you, don’t forget me.”
“I couldn’t if I wanted to,” I whispered back. “I could never forget a man like you, and I won’t take another no matter who they offer me, no matter how bad it hurts. I just want you.”
“Nor will I,” he vowed. “I won’t touch another woman; I promise you that.” He kissed me deeply one more time, and the aide hauled him off.
Dr. Fredrick J. Goldstein’s Log
Day 31 of Experiment #47
[Begin Log]
The very first Inter-Personal Introduction Experiment has gone off very well, to my pleasure. Both responded to each other’s presence as I predicted, despite their initial reluctance. I predicted this reluctance as well; human beings don’t typically initiate any mating rituals with strangers after all regardless of upbringing or culture. It appears though that the pheromones produced during Subject 14’s cycle are sufficient to overcome these natural inhibitions.
Experiment #47, the Alpha/Omega Program, is focused on the development of fertility cycles that are present in other mammals in human beings; we hope that in doing so we can bolster the rapidly declining fertility rates in the human population. Volunteer subjects like Subject 14 and A4 are given a series of drug and more intensive genetic alterations in order to generate these physiological changes. Such changes include the development of a unique scent that is desirable to the opposite ‘presentation’, as the Alphas and Omegas are called, which are produced by glands that develop over the jugular veins. These glands tend to become inflamed during a cycle, meant to entice a strong mate into marking said gland thus bonding to two together for life. Alphas, according to the Omega subjects when asked, develop a muskier traditionally masculine scent, while Omegas develop of sweet scent like fruit or spices as the Alphas describe it.
Many ethical questions have arisen over these tests, but the experiment cannot be stopped at this point; many of the subjects are still in the transition stage. Stopping now would cause irreparable damage to these people’s physiology. We must finish our work here, for their sakes.