CDC Documents: Unknown Virus free porn video

Collection of documents relating to the investigation into a breach of contract for employee #481846. Employee violated confidentiality agreement as it pertains to discussing any ongoing medical trials or experiments and several ethical standards relating to human trials. Names have been changed and any specifics regarding ongoing medical trials have been redacted. The following are a collection of excerpts from employee's personal journal that pertains to the investigation. Upon further investigation, video cameras were discovered hidden throughout the residence to record conversations. Transcripts have been provided for recordings taken within the scope of the journal entries. January 1: Well I messed up big time. I won't go over the specifics but I got really drunk last night and told my roommate about what I'm currently working on; a huge breach in security. Because of the nature of the infection, he's now blackmailing me into breaking security further. I'm not going to repeat the incident that he's holding over me, but it's serious. Ruin my life and my family's lives serious. In an attempt to be as scientific as possible I've decided to document as much as I can. Who knows maybe something good can come of this, it isn't the first time discoveries were made after ethical boundaries were crossed. I'll do my best to start from the beginning: Called in to work to go over a new case. Subject experiencing flu like symptoms, went to see his doctor for treatment. Due to the nature of Subject's work, pornography, a blood test was taken as part of a routine check up. The blood test produced abnormal results and doctor informed us, the CDC. Subject was brought in and placed in isolation to monitor any developments. At our facility we were able to determine that abnormality was caused by a virus. All the signs of immune response were there. Individuals that he has been contact with, especially sexually, were brought in as well. After a day or two, the symptoms disappeared, and we were able to get a more complete history of his last few days. The point of infection is hard to determine without an incubation period. But going by the standards in our practice we hope that we contained it. Over the next few days we monitored him for any changes in mental or physical health. We were operating under the assumption that this is some sort of STD and thus could affect him in any number of ways. Thankfully, he had a very thorough medical history. Once of the first things that he noticed was a change in his physical stature. Being on camera constantly, he was very aware of his appearance. He said that his muscles are much more defined after he woke up and that he feels lighter. We obtained pictures from his most recent shoot, and subjectively, he appeared to be right. Most infections that we encounter don't produce positive changes in human physiology, so this was taken very seriously. At the same this was happening, one of his sexual partners began exhibiting the same symptoms he had. A different group of researchers was brought in to prevent any bias from contaminating the results. The next day he woke up with an erection. I'm making a point of telling you this because it never went away. He brought up that he'd really like to relieve himself, sexually. We provided him with appropriate materials and assumed that would be it. But this part never really ended. It would happen 10+ times a day. And after a while we noticed another effect. His genitals soon grew an additional 3-4 inches with an appropriate increase in his scrotum as well. It's this most recent fact that I let slip last night. My roommate believes that if a porn actor, who started out at the high end of the range, can get that much bigger, so can he. He wants me to infect him with this STD. I voiced my objections a thousand times: we don't fully understand this thing yet, who knows what adverse effects there might be, not to mention my job which was currently keeping a roof over both our heads. Nothing could shake him. So now I have to come up with a way to infect him without my employer finding out. Thankfully for him, my thesis involved viral infection routes. There's a small part of me that will enjoy figuring out a way to do this. The first step is obtaining the virus, it's kept under lock and key, metaphorically speaking, so I'll have to get creative. I'm thinking that infectious semen that we burn every couple hours is the best shot. January 5: It wasn't as easy as I thought but I managed to get access to it and procure a sample. I have some thoughts on how to deliver the virus. While fictional, there was a spy movie recently that used viruses to improve agent performance. I'll start there and see what I come up with. Lucky most of the resources I need aren't monitored as closely as the virus and I have a lot of flexibility in this assignment. The only real objective is observe. So we're free to go in any direction we want. January 10: First try failed. Thankfully there's plenty of material for a second round. Seriously I can't overstate enough how much semen this guy is producing. It seems to have stabilized, but it'd way beyond the average amount. Honestly, he's like 5 standard deviations away from the average. January 12: Success! If I every figure out a way to bring this new technique out in professional circumstances, I'll be in the running for a Nobel prize for sure. All I had to do was ---------------------- PROPRIETARY INFOMATION REDACTED ----------------- Simple really. Now comes the really unethical part. January 15: Recording: "So Jack I want to make sure that I have your permission to record this. Not that you care but there may be something useful to come out of this stupid endeavor of yours." Nathan said. Wearing a lab coat, Nathan moves out of screen and rolls a cart full of various instruments back with him. He has short brown hair and what appears to be khakis underneath the coat. "Yeah, yeah let's get this over with," Jack said while pacing back and forth. He's a lean guy, wearing a tank top that reveals some muscle in his arms and along his ribs. He stands an inch or two taller than Nathan with slicked back hair reminiscent of an older era. His shorts stop around his knees, wiry legs and feet below that. "This isn't going to be some big instant change, I've told you multiple times that I don't know how this is going to go. It could be a few hours or a few days before the symptoms start to show." Nathan is taking various baseline readings in measurements and writing something down on the video. "Blah Blah Blah, I just want a bigger dick." Jack then looks at the camera. "I mean I've already got a big dick, but it could always be bigger, ya know?" Nathan rolls his eyes behind Jack. "That was very convincing." Nathan walks back in front of him and pulls a syringe out and prepares an area on Jack's arm. "Whoa, you didn't tell me about no shot." Jack backs up away on screen. "Don't worry it won't hurt, that was a local anesthetic I rubbed on your arm. You won't feel a thing." He approaches Jack again. "Just look away, it'll be over before you know it." Jack looks away on screen and Nathan quickly jabs the needle and pushes the plunger in. "Hey! You said it wouldn't hurt!" "And you're supposed to be my friend yet you're blackmailing me into doing this," Nathan snapped back before stepping towards the camera and the scene ends. January 15: January 16: Fuck. Fuck. Just got back from work. Had a cross team meeting with the group monitoring the infected female. There had been enough time passed for both subjects to stabilize. It appears that between 10 and 12 days the virus completes its infection of the body. Both subjects appear obsessed with sex and masturbation quells the need but it doesn't seem to remove it for long. A few days ago, without my knowledge, they allowed the two in the same room. For the following hour they recorded what appears to be constant sex in any number of positions. We were aware of a females ability to experience orgasm without much recovery time, but the male seemed to be keeping up her. Thankfully the video was speed so I wasn't able to count anything. That was interesting and all but then they announced the results of the bloodwork that had been done recently. Unsurprisingly, both subjects had increased levels of testosterone and estrogen respectively. What was surprising is that they noticed that there was a difference in viruses. We have access to the top instruments in the world. For some reason there are two strains. An educated guess would assume one for each gender. But how would they know which gender the host was? Somehow this thing was able to read the cells and know their purpose in the body. Both strains are present in each subject but only in certain areas. The female subject has the "male" virus in vaginal fluid. The same but opposite with the male subject. I had injected Jack with the female virus. I'm not sure what's going to happen to Jack, or if I should tell him. Fuck. January 16: Recording: "Fuck! Jack what the fuck did you today?" Nathan storms out of his room heading towards Jack's. Slowly walking out of his room, Jack leans against the frame, "Nothing, why are you freaking yelling dude?" "You do remember me telling you I installed cameras in the apartment, right? I just saw you and your girlfriend having sex and-" Jack cuts Nathan off, "Whoa you put a camera in the bathroom? That's fucked up dude." Nathan sighs. "No, but when you say, on camera, that we can fuck in the bathroom because there's no cameras there, the message still gets across. You're such a dumbass." Jack looks at Nathan and recognition slowly dawns on him. "Oh, yeah that makes sense, but so what? Am I not allowed to have sex with my girlfriend now?" Clearly exasperated, Nathan throws his hands in the air. "No! It's in the deal we signed and I told you like ten times! You just infected her with the virus!" Jack stops leaning against the frame and looks a little worried. "What do you mean? I thought you said you didn't know how long it takes for it start working?" "Yeah, but that doesn't mean you're not infectious." Nathan runs his hands through his hair. "Get her back here, I'll have to quarantine her too. I suppose you'll be able to sex all the time now. And you're telling her about your bright idea." Nathan walks back to his room and begins writing some things on a pad of paper. Jack worriedly looks at his cell phone before putting it up to his ear and pacing back and forth. "Hey babe, look can you bring a few changes of clothes to my place? It's a weird request I know but trust me it's serious." A pause on screen while he listens to the phone. "Thank you, I'll explain it all when you get here." He hangs up and yells out of the room, "How am I going to tell her this?" Nathan walks back into the living room. "There's more important things for me to worry about right now. But if it helps here's what she has to look forward to," he says while handing him the pad of paper. "We had a meeting today where our group learned about the female subject that had sex with our guy before he stayed showing symptoms." Nathan sits him down at a table and sits across from him. "And since we're on the topic of fuck-ups I need to tell you something. In your haste to have me infect you as soon as possible, more facts have come out that I was not privy too." Jack looks up from the paper. "What are you saying?" Nathan sighs and starts rubbing his neck before continuing. "Today we learned that there are 2 stains of the virus. Hence why your, let's call them modifications, are exclusive to your gender. Now the interesting part is how the viruses switch. It appears that the virus can sense when it's in sexual fluid because the strain that's present in there is the opposite of the one in the bloodstream." Jack looks confused for a second then says, "That makes sense, the virus wants to keep infecting people, and what dude would want to fuck a girl that looks super manly." Nathan looks surprised. "Yeah that's an interesting way of putting it, but it's not wrong. Here's the dilemma; I gathered my sample from the male subjects semen. Do you understand what that means?" Jack squint his eyes and leans back against his chair. "Did you inject me with cum?" Nathan drops his head. "No, I separated the virus from the rest of the sample. I'm trying to tell you that I infected you with the female variant of the virus." Jack stands up so quickly his chair falls backwards. "What?" "Look calm down, I have some theories to let you in on," Nathan says while slowly standing up and holding his hands out in front of him. "What's going to happen to me?" Jacks fists are clenching and unclenching on camera as he holds his position across the table. "So I have a few theories on that; 1, the virus can read DNA and won't take to your system because it's not female. Reptile viruses don't work on us because they're adapted to specific species of reptiles. This one seems pretty advanced so it's possible that it just works through your system. If that's the case, Darcy might not be infected. There's a chance you become a carrier in the sense that you could still infect while not becoming infected yourself, but I don't find that likely." Jack looks a little calmer, and resumes sitting, accepting that as a reasonable outcome. Nathan remains standing. "2, the virus recognizes you're male and converts itself in your bloodstream into the male variant. So you still get the result you were looking for but she's definitely infected and the mode of transmission resumes as normal." "3, it fails to recognize your sex and doesn't shift to the male virus. In which case, I'd expect you to start showing signs of some of the things on the list in front of you. Personally, I find that one extremely unlikely, but this is new territory. I want to cover all avenues here." Jack resumes standing and begins to pace again. "4," Nathan resumes, "None of those happen and something I can't predict does." After that, a women walks into the screen. She walks up to Jack and kisses him. "Hey Darcy, let's take your things into my room." They grab her suitcase and bag and enter Jack's room. A loud slap is heard and Darcy storms out of the room. She has on a dark overcoat hanging open in the front to reveal a professional shirt and blouse. Her shoes have a slight heel to them as well. She looks up at Nathan holding a beer. "It's true," he says after taking a long swig out of the bottle. "Before you say anything, first thing tomorrow I'm going through the data the other team collected so I'll have more information on what's happening. I told him a bunch of times to not involve you, I'm sorry." She begins to tear up and starts to walk quickly towards the front door. Nathan puts his beer down and sprints to cut her off. "I can't let you leave. You may be infected and based what I do know your actions could start an outbreak." "I'm not going to go fuck anybody, I just need to get away from him." she spits while turning around and heads to the back door. She takes a few steps outside and sits on the edge of a porch. Jack steps out of the room. "I told her about your job being in jeopardy and how everything is my fault." There's a red handprint across the side of his face. Nathan returns to the kitchen and finishes off his beer. "I'm off to bed so I can get an early start on this tomorrow." End of recording January 16: January 18: I've been too exhausted after work to continue this. They managed to get more information. Having talked to the female subject before the symptoms allowed for a more detailed picture of her prior to the infection. It turns out, what we had assumed was an inherent personality trait, the obsession with sex, is actually another result of the virus. Her answers before and after the temporary coma brought on by the virus suggest her brain chemistry was altered significantly. We had assumed that working in the porn industry gave our subject that trait. Other effects: increased breast and hip size, (proportionally it seems, no cartoonishly impossible sizes) rapid hair growth, (also observed in male subject, but less dramatic, didn't seem worth mentioning before) increased sensitivity in erogenous zones, (according to her) and minor changes to facial structure (presumably to aid in attracting a mate and passing along the infection). They also proved that she woke up in better physical shape than before the infection. This virus doesn't seem natural. The more I learn about the more the science fiction nerd in me comes out. Someone or something designed this virus. There's also some interesting data regarding the two subjects recorded sexual encounter. Upon seeing each other the composition of the air changed. Some sort of pheromones were released. This isn't my area of expertise so the compounds that were present in the filtration system mean nothing to me but it appears that infected individuals have a response to each other. I may have to invest in some better filters for my house as time progresses. Jack showed the first signs of symptoms today. I started him on some fluids to maintain his system. It appears my first hypothesis was wrong. I was really hoping that he wouldn't get infected and this scare would convince him to abandon this stupid idea. No such luck. 3 days to show signs, rough estimate. I imagine it's different depending on the individual's metabolism and a number of other factors. I'll be able to have a detailed comparison of before and after the temporary coma that each person goes into. And, assuming Darcy falls victim to this as well, I can compare her results to the female subject in quarantine. January 19: Darcy slipped into the coma today, I gave her the same cocktail as Jack. Jack broke out in a cold sweat sometime in the night and has continued for the last few several hours. I have a theory that this process is the virus overworking the muscles and other tissues, presenting the best chance to pass on the infection. So they should both wake up weighing a little less and moderately stronger. January 20: Woke up to the shower running. Jack went straight to the bathroom and spent a good 45 minutes in there. I used that time to burn his sheets and disinfect any surfaces necessary. A lot happened when he got out of the shower and unfortunately we were out range for the cameras to pick up anything. I'll do my best to get as much information down as I can. I entered the bathroom with a few instruments to get as much information as possible. He finished showering and stepped out. His appearance shocked me a little. Expected changes first: his hair grew to just past his shoulders No change in the size of his genitals, but that was observed in subject after about a day. Unexpected changes: he looked hairless everywhere but his head and groan, closer inspection revealed that to be partially true. Some spots had extremely fine hair, others had none at all. He lost a few inches of height: from 5'10" to 5'6", he lost much more weight than I anticipated, down to 130 pounds, although he has much more definition in his muscles, there are some fat deposits on his pectorals and abdominals that appeared to increase. (He was too proud of his abs anyway) There was a slight shift in his face, he looked like a younger, female version of himself. His hips appeared to jut out to either side of his body, giving him a slightly wider manner of standing. I finished my measurements and asked him how he was feeling. He had a strange way of describing it; like he wasn't finished. His mind was cloudy and it was difficult to get him to focus on anything. He told me that he woke and had the urge to clean himself. There wasn't much else he said to me, he walked back to his bed in a daze and went back to sleep. The virus seems to have gone about its business and amplified his feminine traits rather than any of my other guesses. That is some useful information into the nature of this bug. Also, requested the next week off of work to take care of the two patients appropriately. January 21: Recording: Jack is seen running into Nathan's room, wearing an over sized t-shirt and shorts, before jumping on the bed. "WAKE UP!" he yells. (transcribers note: voice has elevated since previous encounters.) Nathan grunts as Jack lands on him. Jack sets his knees to one side of Nathan and lays down next to him with his feet in the air, moving back and forth. "I'm ready to be interviewed properly today," he breathes into Nathan's ear. Nathan turns his head and looks at Jack. "Now? I need to get dressed." Jack's eyes get big. "You mean you're naked under here?" a slight quiver in his voice. "No, but I spent all night trying to take care of you and Darcy and feel disgusting." Nathan rolls away from Jack and stands up revealing that he slept fully clothed. "Give me 15 minutes to wake up." Nathan walks out and towards the bathroom. Jack puts his hand over his heart, presumably feeling his heart rate. Then he stands up and looks into the mirror across the room. He slowly moves his hands over his body. Removing his shirt to reveal a set of small breasts with large areola. His fingers glide over nipples and he lets out little yelp. He quickly puts his shirt back on and goes to leave the room when he notices his rear. He positions himself differently, attempting to get the best view. He grabs both cheeks and squeezes. He nods with approval and he spends a couple more seconds feeling when a stray finger slides down between the cheeks. His breathing gets deeper as his finger gets closer to the entrance. There's a sound of a door opening in the distance and Jack blushes deeply into the mirror and fixes his shorts. Shifting to another camera, Nathan yells, "Let me check on Darcy, then we'll get started." Jack enters the room and sits on a couch. After a few minutes Nathan returns with a pad of paper and a pen. He flips over to a new page, "She should come out of it either today or early tomorrow. At least then I can stop worrying about either of you dying. You have no idea how stressful the last couple days have been for me." He sits down across from Jack and writes a few things down. "All right, I want this to be further on record that I am filming this and taking notes. You've undergone a, to put it bluntly, significant change physically. Could you state your identity and anything that you can think of to prove you are who you say you? "Okay that should be good enough. Now do you remember waking up yesterday?" Nathan starts out. "Vaguely. It kind of felt like I was dreaming but still awake. Sort of hard to describe. Somehow this morning I knew you wanted to interview me, so I think I retained some of it." "Do you remember describing yourself as incomplete or unfinished?" "No, not really. I don't remember saying anything." "Well how do feel now? In a sort of over arching way." "It sort of feels like I'm being split in 2. Like, I can remember all these things that I used to do and enjoy doing. But they feel wrong or boring now. Other than that, I'm calm but apprehensive. Like something big is going to happen." After writing for a few seconds, Nathan says, "I'm sorry this is so formal but I need as much information as possible." He continues, "What you're describing, being split in 2, wouldn't normally be associated with being calm and apprehensive. So I would venture a guess that you're brain chemistry is being altered. Do you have any thoughts on that?" Jack shrugs his shoulders. "It doesn't worry me if that's what you mean. The best way I describe it is that I know things are going to be different for me. On an intellectual level, I understand that I'm different. But on an emotional level, I feel right. That this is how I was always supposed to be." While writing furiously on his paper, Nathan says, "I got to say, you seem a lot more put together and thoughtful than a week ago." "I just feel like a completely different person, it's almost confusing for me to remember how I used to behave." "I suppose this would've been better for the record if I had real film of you before this whole incident. But we'll have to make do with what we have," Nathan thinks out loud, then turns to the camera, "I can tell you this much: he doesn't sound like the same old Jack. But talk is cheap," looking back to Jack, "let's keep the cameras up. They're there to observe your behavior after all." Jack nods in approval, "Is that it?" After reviewing his notes, Nathan agrees. "For now, that should be enough formal questioning. Remember to keep me updated on anything else that's happening. We already know the virus has an effect on the brain. But we don't know to what extent." Nathan stands up and exits to his room. Jack stays put in the chair and watches him cross the room. Jack's eyes go wide and he looks around, standing up he says, "Hey I just got a huge boost of energy and I think I'm going to go for a run." Nathan runs out of the room. "I don't think that's a good idea." "What do you mean?" Jack says surprised. "I've been cooped up in this house for a week I need some fresh air." Nathan rubs his neck. "Look, I know you don't believe me, but both strains of this virus bring a large increase in libido. That doesn't appear to have happened to you yet, but I have no doubt it will." "I'm pretty sure I can control myself." He says while rocking his hips to side and crossing his arms. Nathan looks around, "Okay, but I'm going with you. I haven't run on a while but it looks like you're stride is going to be different so I might be able to keep up with you. Jack visibly perks up and skips to his room. "You could stand to lose some weight, help with picking up chicks," he says from the other room. Nathan lifts his shirt and grabs at his gut, "Thanks for the vote of confidence..." he says quietly and returns to his room. Jack comes back out moments later, dressed in a loose tank top and short running shorts. He begins lacing up his shoes when Nathan catches sight of him. "Dude, are those Darcy's clothes?" Jack looks at him, and then himself. "Oh you're probably right. I didn't even think about it. I just threw on something that fit. These are probably her shoes too." As he glances at the pink streaks along the sides. "So when you went to dress yourself, you automatically choose female clothes? Did you even go in to your side of the room?" Nathan asks. "Yeah I guess I just sort of knew they would fit. Kinda like how you know all of your clothes would fit you," he says while shrugging his shoulders. "Well the tank seems to be giving you boobs..." Nathan points out. Jack reaches up and puts his hands on his chest. "Yeah they do look like boobs. I caught sight of them earlier after my nipples were kind of sore. I don't really remember but I think they're bigger than they were before." He says while moving them up and down. "Think? Well, I suppose they are bigger in a different way. You're pecs were probably bigger than those but you never wore a shirt that pushed them up before." Nathan chuckles. "Not the boobs, my nipples. Whatever we can talk about this later I want to get moving." He says while moving to the door. "Okay let's do this," Nathan says as he jogs towards the door. 45 MINUTES LATER Nathan collapses on the couch and struggles to catch his breath. Jack strolls in behind him, breathing deeply. Nathan holds up his hand as if to stop Jack from talking. Jack rolls his eyes, "I'm going to take a shower. If you need anything let me know," he says while leaving the room. After about a minute Nathan finally says, "In case it needs to be said, the muscles the virus seems to work on, do increase functionality. I could barely keep up, despite the difference in gait and stride. He could easily have gone faster as well." He walks across the room and talks a long drink of water. "Add another one to the positives column." He then takes his shirt off and walks back outside. The bathroom door opens, "Nate, you're good to go. When Darcy wakes up she's going to have to teach me how to wash this hair because this was..." Jack finally looks up and sees that there's no one in the room. He looks around and sees Nathan standing outside trying to cool off. Jack pauses and stares in the direction of Nathan. He begins playing with his hair and tilting his head to one side. A noise in his bedroom startles him and he nearly loses control of the towel wrapped around his waist. He walks over to the door and pushes it open. Darcy is on her hands and knees next to her bed. "Darcy! Are you okay? What happened?" Jack jumps toward her before shutting the door. "I...yeah I think so. I don't think I was ready for the floor to be where it was." She leans to one side and falls with her back against the frame of the bed. Jack holds his hand over his chest visibly relieved. "That's good, we haven't heard from you in a while so I wasn't sure what to expect." Jack removes his towel, revealing his naked body and drops off the clothes he had been wearing to the hamper. "Um, I know I've been out of it for a while, but weren't those my clothes?" Darcy says while looking him up and down. "Oh yeah sorry, none of mine fit me anymore and I needed to borrow something to run in. You don't happen to have anything a little smaller, do you? Your tops have all this space up top for your boobs that I don't need." He walks back over to his dresser and puts on a pair of boxers that look more like shorts and slides a baggy t-shirt over his head. Darcy scratches her head. "Maybe, I'd have to check." She moves to stand up and Jack jumps to her side. "Slow down there, let's grab Nathan he'll want to talk to you and take some measurements," Jack says as he slings her arm around his shoulder. "Hey Nate! Get in here Darcy's up!" shouts Jack as they walk out of the bedroom. Nate comes running into the house and almost pushes over Jack and Darcy as they're leaving the room. He stops in his tracks and helps them over to the couch. After Darcy is sitting up by herself, Nathan leaves the room and returns with a note pad. Jack sits next to her and then pulls his legs up close in front of him. Nathan flips through the pad of paper and sits down opposite the couch. "So you seemed a little uncertain as you were walking there, can you explain why?" He asks while searching for a pen. Darcy looks a little confused, opens her mouth, then closes before starting again. "It's hard to explain. Just that I don't remember walking this way before. The floor wasn't where I was expecting as I was getting out of bed, so maybe I'm something happened to my legs. Or maybe I'm just a little delirious from being asleep for so long. Did Jack behave like that?" Scribbling some things down, Nathan looks up and says, "No, in fact he was able to take a shower without me even noticing he was up. Of course he doesn't remember doing some of that so it seems things are different between you two." "If you're okay now," Nathan continues. "I'd like to get some measurements to compare to before." Darcy nods and stands up, dropping her robe. "Uh," Nathan stammers. "Well, um, let me go and uh, get my..." "Measuring tape?" Jack interjects loudly. Nathan snaps away from Darcy to Jack. Clearing his throat he stands up and leaves the room. "I don't remember you being so... open with your body," Jack says to Darcy. Darcy looks back at him. "Well I'm feeling very confident about it today," she beams. "I can already tell I'm in better shape. Plus I know my boobs got bigger. You know you looked like you had some breasts yourself earlier, what's going on there? I thought..." "Found it!" Nathan exclaims while walking back into the room. The next few minutes are spent taking measurements of various body parts. "That should be enough." As Nathan sits back down, he flips to another sheet of paper. "So, what's your overall feeling regarding what's transpired?" Darcy reaches down, grabs her robe and puts it back on before sitting down. "Good, I feel really good. It was kind of, I don't know, cloudy earlier? I had to kind of shake off the cobwebs, but now I feel alive! I want to go dancing or something social, show off my new bod." Darcy looks to be very animated while saying this, moving back and forth while raising her hands above her head. "Well I can't advise leaving the house, not yet anyways. The libido enhancement is going to kick in here sooner or later and I don't have time to follow you everywhere," Nathan says. "Well then I'm having a dance party here!" She stands up and walks to her door. Jack and Nathan look at each other. Jack stands up and then stops, his eyes getting wider, then shakes his head. "That sounds like a great idea!" He says, he quickly follows her into her room. Nathan looks perplexed but eventually stands up and goes into his room. January 21: Starting with Darcy's updated measurements: she may have lost an inch height. Maybe, hard to tell given the accuracy of the tape. Hair is down to her lower back, much longer than it was but I don't have any notes documenting it's length. Breasts filled up to what she told me were large D cups from the B cups she had previously. Her hips are the largest change, however. She has a definite hourglass shape but not ridiculous proportions, about 40 inches around. She was very neatly trimmed, hair wise, so there's nothing to report there. Her facial features are slightly different but it's hard to say anything specific. I'll try to post a before and after picture at some point but I think I'll have other pressing needs. I also have to dispose of her sheets, I can change them later and get rid of them properly tomorrow before work. Her personality feels a little different too, more forward. The relationship with Jack might also be changing, I don't have definite proof on that but the fact Jack wanted to dance at all was unlike him. I hope to have more on this later. It took a few days for the male subject to act on the enhanced libido, I'm counting on that same time frame and hope that one of the projects I heard about at work has made some progress. It looks like I can go back in earlier than I thought, I'll offer my services to that group hoping that they've done most of the development and are working on delivery. January 22: Recording: Nathan slams the door after leaving for work, waking up Jack. He slowly gets out of bed, wearing only a t-shirt and moves to the bathroom. There's shower noises coming from the room for several minutes afterwards. Darcy then rises, nude, and stretches her arms over her head. She then walks over and grabs her robe. Moving out of the room she plops down in the living room couch and turns the TV on. Jack opens the bathroom door slightly. "Darcy, can you show me how to wash and dry my hair? I've never had it this long before and I want to take care of it properly." "Sure sweetie." She stands up and walks in the bathroom. There's a muffled conversation drowned out by the sound of the shower that goes on for a few minutes. The door opens again, Darcy walks out, naked, with a towel in her hand, drying herself as she moves to the couch. "You know you have a killer ass, right?" she says while waiting for Jack to exit the bathroom. Jack walks out with a towel wrapped around his chest. "Yeah, I know. Something I have to get used to." He says while grabbing both cheeks. His eyes close as he appears to be kneading his rear. "I bet it would feel great grinding that up against someone on the dance floor," Darcy states as she turns on the television. Jack stands up straight and gives Darcy a blank stare. He then shakes his head out. "Ooooo, I hadn't thought of that!" His hands return to his rear. He sticks his but out and begins to rock it back and forth, presumably acting out Darcy's suggestion. "Mmmmm, yeah that would be hot. He can bend me over and drag his hand down my back while I feel his dick getting harder in his pants..." Darcy looks over at Jack, still acting out his fantasy. She smirks a little. "Maybe he grabs your hips, pulling you back to him. Then moves your panties out of the way, works his way into you..." Darcy looks on as she seems to be directing the action between Jack and his imagination. As Jack's fingers reach behind him, he pauses. His eyes open, revealing a thousand yard stare. He bites his lip and his eyes begin to dilate. His mouth opens slightly, releasing the lip. Jack closes and opens his eyes, the whole process looks like it happened in slow motion. Then he looks at Darcy. "Just imagining some dude finger bang me on a dance floor has me more worked up than actually having sex!" Darcy giggles, "You must be pretty sensitive back there. Hell, I'm even feeling some heat watching you and that young stud." She turns back to the tv, flipping through channels while her hand moves to her breast. Jack looks at Darcy and moves his own hand to his chest, playing with his nipple as he drops his towel, revealing his erect penis. He sits down in a different seatmand begins to masturbate. After some time Darcy looks back over and says, "Something the matter? You seemed pretty close earlier." Jack removes his hand from his penis, but continues playing with his chest. "Something's missing. It just doesn't seem to be working. " He brings his other hand up to his chest. "This feels good, but it feels like I'm just sitting at the edge here. I need something to push me over the top." Darcy smiles. "I think I know what you need," She stands up, grabbing Jack's hand and drags him to the bedroom. She leads him to the bed sits him down. She moves over to the dresser and begins rifling through it. "I know it's here somew... Got it!" She closes the drawer and hides what she found behind her back. "Do you trust me?" Jack looks a little confused but nods his head. "Great. Stand up and face the bed." He does so, and she steps behind him, turning dance music on. "Ok, imagine I'm that guy from before." Jack looks back at her, "Just do it!" She says impatiently. He closes his eyes and begins to move to the beat. After a few seconds of getting in the rhythm, he backs up against her. Their bare flesh pressed against each other. She wraps an arm around him, pulling him close. The song speeds up and she moves her hand up to his chest while pushing him gently forward. All the whole keeping her other arm behind her back. When his legs are touching the bed, she let's go and pushes his head towards the bed. Jack for his part begins pushing his butt up against her even harder. Darcy pulls her other arm around in front of her revealing a dildo. She lays it on him, just above his butt and backs up a little, dragging it with her. Jack, feeling something new, looks back just in time to see her stick a finger into him. He moans, loud enough to hear even with the music. She sticks another finger in and moves them back and forth. Jack begins helping her along by thrusting back and forth. She then quickly pulls them out and slowly works the dildo into him. He ejaculates right there, spraying over the bed. She leans down beside him and whispers something to him, inaudible from the music. Darcy stands up and walks out of the room shutting the door as she does so. After a while, Jack reaches back and removes the dildo from him. He turns over so he's now on his back and looks at the phallic object in his hand. He brings one hand down to his face to look at it more closely. He then sniffs and, surprisingly, licks his hand. Satisfied, he reaches his legs over his head and then sticks a finger in his butt. Upon removing it, his fingers appear to be coated in something (not very easy to see on the footage, but it's definitely not feces. It seems to be clear - transcriber). He then reinserts the dildo and begins to masturbate using it and his penis. (This continues for several hours; only stopping to relieve himself. I fast-forwarded through it because they did not tell me describing someone's masturbating habits would be part of this job. - transcriber) Darcy, having closed the door, walks back into the living room. She seems to be searching for something on to watch on television but gives up after a few minutes. She turns it off and looks around. Still in the nude, she stands up from her spot on the couch and heads over to a bag lying next to the entertainment center. After a few seconds of search she opens a DVD case and puts it in the player. She steps back a few feet from the TV, and turns it on. What appears to be a fitness video begins to play. Following along with the instructor, she dances around the area. This continues in much the same way as Jack for the next several hours. Several hours later... Nathan opens the door and yells, "Jack! Darcy! I've got something for you two!" Darcy yells from the bathroom, "In the shower!" Nathan moves to the living room and sets his bag down. He then takes his coat off and heads to his room. He returns quickly yelling, "Where's Jack?" "I'm in here too!" comes from the bathroom. Satisfied, he sits down and waits for them to finish, impatiently tapping his foot on the ground. They both exit the bathroom in identical towels: one wrapped around their hair, and another around their chests. "So what's in the bag?" asks Darcy. Nathan motions for them to sit down. Nathan waits for them both to sir down then begins emptying his bag. "I've got some journals for you both to write in, hopefully I can get a good idea of what's going on in your heads. I should've had you start these before the infection but hindsight's 20/20." He hands them each a book. "I also snuck out some pills that should help curve the libido." He hands them each a small bottle. "They should be taken once a day and I'd like you to start before the effects fully kick in. The group has been testing this for a while and seems to be doing a good job on the subjects in the lab." Darcy and Jack look at each other and down a pill apiece. "All right now that's taken care of, we should see about leaving this house." He says as he slaps his hands together. "I imagine you'll both need new clothes and Jack might need something else to do. I doubt his job will believe that he's who he says he is and I'd rather not explain how he got that way anyways. Darcy, you should probably be able to return to work, say you had plastic surgery and that should work. As long as you didn't tell anyone otherwise?" Darcy shakes her head. "No, I just took some time off. It was rather sudden so that sounds like a decent excuse. Is that how long it takes to recover from surgery?" she asks. Nathan shrugs his shoulders saying, "That's the best excuse I've got to be honest." End of recording. Due to the amount of material relating to this investigation, and the hiring of a new transcriber, the entries will stop at this point. The personal journals of both subjects will be included, however we will be attempting to match up dates and events chronologically so as to avoid producing redundant material and to give an accurate collection of views before events happen, rather than recollections.