I had no past recollection of myself. My name, my age- it was all gone. All I could recall was the first night I had arrived at the lab.
First, they took me in to a sleek, white room. There was a table and a chair, similar to that of a doctors office. I was told to strip off my clothes and wait. I sat down on the table as instructed and waited for someone to come back.
I waited there for a long while, shifting my thighs against each other as time passed, finding small ways to entertain myself. They were soft, but not very plump. Smooth.
A knock sounded at the door and a woman wearing a coat came in, clipboard in hand.
"Hello, dear. I am glad to see you've gotten here safely." She glanced down at her clipboard before nodding, "We'll begin your tests shortly. But first, we must do some examinations to make sure you're in the right condition. I'll give you a few supplements to help you along. Do you understand?"
I didn't really, but the woman was hard to deny. She seemed like somebody I should listen to.
"Very good." The woman approached me, setting down her clipboard on the table and taking a small syringe from one of the drawers. She prepped it before motioning for my arm.
Holding it out, I watched carefully as she injected me with a colorless serum.
"What is this for?" I asked, quietly.
She discards the needle, rubbing the injection cite. Her touch sent ripples down my spine. "This will make you more susceptible to the treatment. And more.. obedient."
"Obedient?"
"It's only a safety precaution. Don't worry."
I asked no further questions, waiting as she picked up her clipboard to take some more notes.
"Let me know if you begin to feel any certain way, alright?"
I nodded again, but I didn't feel much of anything.
A few moments passed, and I begin to feel lightheaded. My vision grew blurry and there was this.. pulsing in my lower abdomen. I shifted uncomfortably, my thighs rubbing against one another in response. The rubbing felt good. My hands lowered to continue their work, fingers feeling the wetness between my legs.
Everything was beginning to feel so confusing, but so good. I wanted to feel like this forever.
The woman took notice, smiling at my confusion. She set down her clipboard once more, and instead approached with something in her hands. I didn't care enough to look, too busy pleasuring myself before she had raised a hand to touch my bare chest, slowly laying me against the table.
Her touch sent ripples of pleasure through my body, an involuntary moan escaping my lips.
The woman chuckled, "Spread your legs for me. I need to put something on you to help with later examinations."
I obeyed, placid as I watched her through a fuzzy lens as she ran her hands up and down my thighs. The wetness between my legs seemed to grow further, this feeling of need filling my body. I whimpered as she took a metal device and clasped it around my waist.
It was cold. Like a belt, it wrapped around my waist. Like a thong, a thick piece of metal sat between my legs, connecting it from front to back. I rocked my hips against the device, an immense wave of pleasure flooding my body. I reached down to touch myself again, but I couldn't, inhibited by the device. I looked up at the woman, desperate.
"Nghn.. Why.. can't?" My speech came out in bits and pieces, my tongue thick in my mouth.
The woman ran her hands up my body, from the belt to my breasts. She cupped them gently, squeezing them in her hands. Her thumbs ran little circles around my budding nipples. I moaned again, back arching from the pleasure.
"Shh.. it's alright." One hand left my aching breast to brush the hair from my face. She looked me in my eyes, her smile gentle. Beautiful. Trustworthy. "This is just to monitor your body levels. Usually the process is so painful. Here, we've found a way to make it far more enjoyable. Wouldn't you agree?"
I whimpered, bucking my hips uselessly against the device.
She tutted, shaking her head. "Don't worry, pet. It's only temporary."
