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Test Subjects Wanted Chapter 2 free porn video
Candace Krazinki's bank account was nearly over drawn. For the last 3
months she had lived a life of luxury, vacationing in St. Croix, enjoying
every last penny of her former employers money.
Dr. Catherine Jones had amassed a small fortune. Candace was sly enough
to have observed the doctor opening the safe in her office over the years
of employment. The doctor was in her factory, fiddling with the
equipment. Candace snuck into her office. Three spins to the right,
then, 23 to the left, 42 to the right. After months of failed attempts,
she finally cracked the last number, as the handle turned and the safe
door creaked open. Candace gazed upon the fortune. Hundreds of thousands
in cold hard cash stared back at her. Everything was now in place, and
Candace's plot was hatched, all she had to do was find the right moment.
It all went so easily. That day had been like a dream. That bitch of a
doctor, now safely tucked away in Candace's suitcase, could no longer boss
her around, degrade her publicly, constantly making fun of her former
career as an exotic dancer. But now it was time to get back to business,
the money was running out.
Candace pulled her bags off the conveyor belt and hopped into a waiting
cab. The lab was a short trip from the airport. Candace slipped the key
into the door, disabled the alarm and stared into the dim light. The
place, though dormant for months, still smelled of disinfectant and
strange chemicals, the acid odor caused Candace to wrinkle her nose in
familiar disgust.
She sighed, and thought, "I can do this!" as she opened the door marked
"Dr. Catherine Jones". The doctor's office was just as she had left it.
The empty safe door open, the drawers open after she had rifled through
them, looking for more cash or credit cards. The office was compact and
very utilitarian, a reflection of the doctor's cold and harsh demeanor.
The grey metal desk faced the door. Behind it, a large glass window that
opened onto the factory floor below.
Candace paused for a moment, admiring her reflection in the glass, she
fixed her hair and straightened her blouse. "I wonder who this was?" she
said to no one as she fingered the satin material. Candace had been
pilfering wardrobe items for several years, right under the doctor's nose.
The doctor was too concerned with her machines and processes to notice.
Candace enjoyed knowing that her clothing had once been a living breathing
person. She sometimes wondered what it felt like to be transformed. She
had wondered too, if the person was still aware and conscious after the
transformation, but couldn't understand how it would be possible and
dismissed the thought. It did give her a perverse pleasure of power
wearing these "special" clothes, especially those times when she wore "The
Doctor", her favorite pink lace bra and matching panties.
She broke from her moment of reverie to get down to business. She had to
get this factory operating again, and although the doctor considered her
little more than a bleach blonde bimbo, Candace had been carefully
studying the entire operation. Candace was hired as the "bait" to lure
the unsuspecting men (and women) into the doctor's little trap. The
factory produced quality clothing samples and prototypes, which sold at an
exorbitant price to the highest bidders in the fashion industry. Candace
desperately needed to revive the doctors little "cash cow" operation to
continue her lifestyle.
She pushed the big red button on the console by the window, knowing from
years of watching the doctor, that the button started up the machinery
each morning. To her delight, the factory sprang to life. Bright white
lights illuminated the sterile environment, conveyor belts rumbled to
life, the wooshing sound of water and steam through the various pipes and
devices filled her ears. Candace smiled with satisfaction.
Confident that the factory was operational, Candace's next step was to set
the trap. The easiest victims were found through Craig's list
advertisements. The doctor had invented various guises over the years to
lure her hapless victims.
"Test Subjects Needed" was an reliable one, listed under the "Jobs"
section, people could always be enticed by the promise of easy cash. Other
times she would list in the "Personals" section. Candace took pleasure in
ensnaring the "perverts" and then seeing the expression on their pathetic
faces as she milked them dry, one last time, before sending them off to
their fate.
* * *
The next morning Candace awoke early, eager to begin the next phase of her
life. "I'm an evil scientist now, just like Doctor Catherine Jones.", she
thought to herself with a wicked smile. "Hmm maybe I should wear you, Dr.
Catherine, she said as she opened the top drawer of her dresser.
Little did Candace know that Dr. Catherine Jones, in the form of matching
bra and panty set, was awoken by the movement and the bright light as
Candace open the drawer. "Oh no!" she groaned silently as she felt
Candace's red lacquered nails dig into her soft nylon "flesh" and claw her
out of the drawer. "Please not again, please, please, please.", she
begged to no one as Candace clumsily pawed and stretched her over her
hips. Her shape conformed to Candace, her wide hips and narrow waist,
perfectly. Dr. Catherine felt the weight of Candaces C cup tits fill her
cups. Stretched only a bit as the soft fleshed filled her. Oddly the
doctor felt a sense of purpose, providing Candace the proper support. She
fought off those disturbing thoughts, "I'm a doctor, not this slut's
lingerie.", but eventually the satisfying feeling of softly hugging and
caressing Candace would creep back into her consciousness.
The sign outside the office said, "Test Subjects Wanted" Laurence knew
that this must be the right place, the sign matched and the address
matched the ad listing. He was nervous, the ad specified that
"Crossdressers were needed for a scientific experiment, no experience
required, generous cash compensation". He hated to admit he was broke,
the rent was due next week and he had squandered most of his paycheck
buying dresses and wigs through Amazon. Laurence was deep into the closet
with his "hobby" and so he glanced around nervously to make sure that no
one saw him as he entered the door.
Candace smiled as she saw the young man enter the outer office. "The ad
worked like a charm!", she thought to herself. "Come in," she commanded,
before he could say a word. "Fill out these forms, and make sure to sign
and date, here, here, and here," she told him, as she handed him a
clipboard and pen, pointing out the signature lines with her manicured red
nail. In the past, each applicant that came in was just another "job",
more work for her. But now, she couldn't help but enthusiastically think
about all the cash this poor fellow would make for her.
When he was done filling in the forms, Candace said, "Follow me, into my
office."
Laurence followed dutifully, handing her the clip board but keeping his
eyes sheepishly glued to his shoes. "Here you are Doctor Jones."
Candace was taken back for a moment, but quickly realized that he had read
the name on the office door. "I, I'm not Doctor Jones," she improvised.
"I'm Doctor Candace. Doctor Jones is away on, um, vacation. I'm, um,
filling in for her."
"Concentrate Candace!" she thought to herself as she regained her
composure. "Stick to the script, follow the procedure." She momentarily
felt an odd tingling sensation on her pussy, warm and tingling, but she
brushed it off as she regained her composure.
She placed the clipboard on the desk, folded her arms across her chest and
said, "OK let's begin, take your clothes off." She had heard this script
played out hundreds of times before, between the victim and Doctor
Catherine. Sometimes they complied, and other times they didn't. She
wrapped her hand around the small canister of spray anesthesia compound
inside her lab coat pocket.
To her mild surprise, he immediately began to undress. Fumbling around
with the buttons on his shirt and the zipper on his jeans, he slowly
disrobed. "Very nice, um.. Laurence," she said as she glanced at his name
on the clipboard. He stood in front of her holding his shirt, pants and
shoes, clumsily glancing about for some place to put his clothes. "Over
there in the bin, hun." she said as popped her gum and tapped her toe
impatiently. Laurence did as instructed, then turned back towards her,
blushing a deep red. He stood there, wearing only a black lace bra,
matching panties, garter, and shear black stockings. He had never felt so
exposed or vulnerable in his life, never having shared his secret with
anyone. Not knowing what to do with his hands or where to look, he
crossed his hands in front of his panties. "Very nice, who knew there was
such a sissy underneath those drab clothes! It's such a waste, you're
kind of a cute guy."
Laurence had never heard such language coming from a doctor before. For
the first time since coming into the office he turned his gaze up from the
floor and noticed that the "Doctor" was wearing an impossibly tight latex
mini dress under her lab coat. Her lips were coated a garish red to match
her nails. Her hair was short and possibly the blondest blond he had ever
seen. "Um what's going on here?"
With that Candace knew exactly what to do. "Sorry hun, I thought maybe
you were going to be a little different than the others, easier to get
along with. Ooooh well, have it your way," she said as she sprayed the
lavender scented spray in his face. He tumbled to the floor, still semi-
conscious long enough to see her smile at him as his world faded to black.
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