Test subject number 4 Complete
- 4 years ago
- 31
- 0
Test Subject Number 4 Part 2 free porn video
Author's notes.
I dedicate this chapter to Ficko, some dude, Brittany, Griz1357, Kevin
Meyer, Olioli.
Thank you guys for encouraging me.
Please contact me if you like to use this story, part of the story or
ideas.
[email protected]
********************
Test subject number 4 Part 2.
I'm looking at the mirror in the bathroom and I'm trying to comprehend
strange feeling that somehow, I like what I see. It is strange. I don't
like makeup, I don't like my lips being so big that I can't even close my
mouth, I hate holes in my ears and nostril - they refuse to close up and
I'm trying not to think about my lower back tattoo. Yet somehow, I'm
getting warm pleasant feeling just looking at myself. An idea crossing my
mind, I wet my hair a little bit to make it darker and less curly. I'm
pressing my lips together as much as I can and I'm trying to imagine that
I'm not wearing this stupid makeup. It took me a second or two to
understand. I press my hands to my face - the gesture I was doing more and
more often this days. I'm crying, yet when I force myself to look at the
mirror again I also start to smile. I'm looking like my mother. I hate my
face and I love it.
I'm worrying how much my body is changing. I don't need to shave anymore.
My face and my hands are looking more delicate and feminine. I feel strong
sexual desire yet I can't get my shrinking penis to get hard. I'm trying
not to touch my breasts, but they are becoming bigger and bigger with
every passing day. I can feel them moving when I'm walking and my nipples
are irritated constantly. According to the information I was getting from
I-net such quick changes are simply not possible. In fact, my hormonal
balance should be back to normal by know.
I need to talk to Lena. Since she returned Alf was spending all his free
time with her. It is late afternoon and she is probably waiting for him
somewhere close to his startup laboratory. I put on some closes. All
things I was buying recently are unisex. I think it would be stupid if I
will try to wear normal male clothes with my look and I don't want to wear
women closes unless I'm paid for it.
I'm walking aimlessly letting my sixth sense to take lead. There is a
small coffee shop and I see Lena seating alone close to the window. I sat
across her. It is taking her a moment.
"Oh, my god!" she seems genuinely surprised. "I didn't know you will turn
up so beautifully! You should be grateful to me for turning your shitty
life for the better" she said with a laugh.
"I need to know what you injected me with."
"Go f..." she stops abruptly.
I'm looking her straight in the eyes and my hand is touching hers. I want
her to tell me the truth. I feel her with all her poisonous hatred, desire
to dominate, lies. But I also start to feel something different. Deep
inside there a little girl, girl who likes fairy-tales and when someone is
calling her princess. This little girl was betrayed and felt so much pain
that she changed. Very early in life she learned that she needs to be
strong. And strong means being able to hurt others. Hurt or be hurt. If
you can't be the strongest person around belong to the strongest person
around.
Her smile diapered and she started to sound almost like a little girl. A
4-year girl would sound like this when she is trying to say that she is
not guilty.
"You don't understand! They are spying on Alf. When they saw that you are
trying to interrupt what I'm doing they say that you are an obstacle and
they were planning to do something bad about you."
"Who are they?"
Lena visibly shacked. "I can't tell you."
"is it Black Snake?"
"No! They just a tool!" She started to cry. "You don't understand. I
really saved you. Nothing should be permanent. And I wasn't planning such
a big tattoo!"
"Where injections are coming from?"
"In our night club, there is a transgender chic Asha. I took the
injections from her. She said that injection will affect you temporally.
If not continued than you should be back to normal."
"Than why I'm growing tits?"
"I have no idea!" I see that what she is talking the truth.
"If the gang is just a tool than who is behind? And what they want from
Alf?"
"It is government ... OUR government! WHY I'M TELLUNG YOU ALL OF THIS?"
"Because I'm your friend Princess." I said to the small vulnerable girl.
"You said two months? What is going to happen?"
"I don't know! It has something to do with research Alf is doing. They
asked me to get him hooked on me and they gave me this," she showed me a
dark lipstick tube "they said to record every word he is saying about his
research when we are outside."
"Hi guys!" Said Alf looking surprised. "Why you are crying, Lena?"
"Girls have thei secrets" said I. I hugged Lena withing her to stop crying
and left them.
*******
Our flat looks exactly the same yet I can't feel save and relaxed as
usual. I have no idea where cameras are and I shouldn't try to locate
them. I must act normally. I'm developing some kind of psychic power, but
this power can be used only on living objects. It is not helping me with
electronic devices and I'm not getting any answers for my questions. What
is going on with my body? Why Russian intelegence is after Alf? I feel
even more confused after talking to Lena.
*******
I have found myself being puzzled by my new sweater. Just ten days ago it
was fitting me perfectly and now it looks so much bigger. Last days I was
doing good job avoiding looking at the mirror. I don't need to shave and I
don't need a mirror to brush my hair backward. I'm afraid to see more of
my mother in the mirror and I'm afraid to knew how much my body has
changed. But my clothes are showing that I'm still changing.
I need answers and I knew where to get them. I will skip lectures this
morning and will go directly to the gray building. After all these tests,
this people knew everything about my body. The only question is how to
make Dr. Robert talk.
There is a park on the way from the flat. I wasn't there for a while and I
feel great walking there. It is drizzling, the grass is wet and I feel
strong feeling of connections every time I touch it. I'm coming to a
corner of the park. This part was designed to imitate a real forest. The
trees are great I feel them. In my childhood, every summer I was spending
in a village with my grandmother Olga. Granny was taking me to the forest
and was trying to teach me there. I understand that she was waiting for a
granddaughter to teach her all the knowledge. When she finally understood
that there will be no granddaughter than she started to teach me. There
was not enough time and I wasn't a best student, but one thing I will
never forget. She was repeating every time we were visiting forest
"remember, forest is your friend. He can feed you, he can heal you, he can
hide you. If you need something and you don't know how to get it just ask
and then listen carefully" I know that it was not a joke. When there were
really bad times coming like famine or a war, people who was friends with
the forest have always survived.
As it was back home I touch the threes, I listen to them. A sense of well-
being engulfs all my body. I feel acceptance, I feel free and safe. An
idea come to me. I'm kicking off my sneakers and socks, I start walking
barefoot. I don't need to touch the threes any more. Wet grass, threes and
me - everything is connected, everything is the one. I think I hear them
breathing and it's sounds like a music. I'm turning my face to the sky,
I'm dancing and laughing. I'm so alive and happy! I'm not concern with my
body anymore. Everything is perfect. I'm not sure how long I was dancing
there because concept of time is foreign in this dimension. But I start to
see something that not belong. I see artificial lights. I stop. I see that
I come to the edge of the forest. There is a road and a police car
standing with the lights on. A tall young police officer is coming toward
me. I like his open honest face, this face is smiling a lot.
"Miss? Are you ok, Miss?" he is moving toward me, but I'm not afraid, this
place empowers me.
"Do you need help?"
"Yes, officer" I smile to him. "I need help to locate my sneakers."
He hesitated for a moment, looks at his dark-skinned partner and then
continued to walk to me.
"Please describe the last time and place you saw it".
I showed with my hand direction I come from and said that I have no idea
about time.
"Why you were dancing?"
"Because it feels good."
"I hear your accent. Where you come from?"
"I come from a village with very big forest. And it is only now I start to
understand how much I love my forest... and how much I miss it."
"I can understand it!"
"You also used to have a big forest?"
"No, but there were hills and a lake. It was great back home. Sometimes
I'm also missing it here."
We found my snickers and started to walk back.
"By the way, I'm Max" said the policeman.
"Nice to meet you Max" I answered with a smile.
"Listen, you all wet. What if we will give you a lift to your place? I
mean you need to go somewhere?"
I agreed and gave address of the gray building.
The drive wasn't long. We already were standing in front of the gray
building when Max asked me again.
"... eh... I missed your name Miss".
"I didn't give it to you. But listen, can you do me a favor and stand here
for 5 minutes?"
"Give me your phone number and we will stay for 15!" I gave him my phone
number and jumped out of car.
I come to reception and few moments later see Dr. Robert running the
stairs.
"Why you so early? And why you come with police?"
"I come so early because I need answers. As for police, go figure
yourself!"
Dr. Robert is looking at me with hatred in his eyes. Than he starts to
smile and I don't like his smile.
"Oh, you stupid piece of shit is trying to threaten me know? Let me tell
you something. If this police car will stand there another minute there
will be special people who will come and very politely explain that this
is private property and they have no business standing there."
As to confirm his words a big black car come and parked behind police car.
A man in suit come out of the car.
"And if they will be stupid enough to ignore the warning, somebody from
the police department will call them and explain the same and not so
politely."
Max was standing out arguing with a man in a suite when his partner asked
him to get back in the car. Max ignored him for a while turned his head to
the building, I wonder if he can see me, his facial expression is showing
that he is not sure what to do. Finally, his partner called him again, Max
jumped in the car and they drive away.
"Since you are here so early, we will run additional tests with you" said
Dr. Robert turning his back to me and walking back to the office.
Nurse Ruth come and walk me to the dressing room. The Asian guy, test
subject number two is here. He is seating with his head down, he looks
pale and he lost a lot of weight. I don't like the feeling I'm getting
from looking at him. I undress silently, put on the grown and walk out
without saying a word.
I need to figure out a way to touch Dr. Robert. Without a touch, I
wouldn't be able to make him talk.
Nurse Ruth is preparing to take the blood sample. She is touching me and I
feel she is afraid. She is afraid from me.
"Ruth, am I in trouble?" She didn't answer but I see YES in her eyes. She
is continuing with the test. She is completely silent, but I don't need
her to talk to understand that something is wrong.
We are coming to another test. There a small compartment behind big
machine. I need to stand in and rise my hands up and be steal for a while.
The machine is doing some kind of a scan. I step in, but instead of
raising my hands I sat down with my hands to my stomach. I cry "Ruth! Call
Dr. Robet! Something is wrong with me!" she run out. I hear quick steps,
Dr. Robert is coming to the small compartment. I stand up and trying to
place my hands on his neck. He is quick, he is blocking my attack, but
there is not enough space. We freeze with one of my hand grabbed by his.
I don't like his guts. Literally. I don't like his wicked nature, we are
not friends. But we freeze, our bodies are the one.
"I need you to tell me what is going on with my body."
"I don't know. You are unique."
"Which way I'm unique?"
"How your body react. No side effects. Your immune system. Healing time."
"You said that Number Two also have no sides effects?"
"Yes, but we was also not getting from him any positive effects"
"What it is with him now?"
"I decided that the big estrogen doses are the answer. We started to
inject him, but he got side effects. You are unique."
"You also injected me with estrogen?"
"Yes, we injected you with estrogen and we injected you with a lot of
other things."
Dr. Robert suddenly start to smile. I don't like this smile. "When ... I
... will ... figure ... out ... how ... you... doing this ... I will ...
be ... very ... reach!"
He smiles. He knows that I know that I as soon as I let him go I will be
in trouble.
"What you are planning for me?"
"We are planning to get you locked. We need you 24/7. Our lawyers are
already working on it."
He smiles again. I hate him, but I'm not alone. There are billions of
small creatures, they don't have conscious of they own, but they can
communicate, they can connect which each other and they create collective
conscious. This collective conscious is the one with me.
"We hate you Dr. Robert" I'm letting him go. Exactly at the same moment a
loud grunt come from his stomach. Both hand on stomach Dr. Robert is
collapsing to the floor.
"What... ahhaa ..." he is trying to speak, but he can't, he is puking.
I'm running to the dressing room. I need to get out of here and I need to
do it quick. I put my jeans and t-shirt on when I hear voices. I grab my
sweater and start running to the exit.
"Stop!" I hear voices behind me. "Stop right now!" Somebody is getting
close to me. I see the exit, I can't let them grab me. I'm throwing my
sweater behind me, hoping it will slow down the persuader.
"Damn it!" I hear someone scream. I do not dare to look, I concentrate on
running. I manage to come out and start running the street. I'm barefoot,
my jeans are oversize and yet I'm running like never before. I didn't even
know that I can run that fast.
As fast as I am, I still have no chance against a car and I know that I
have maybe a minute or two before they will come and get me. I'm turning
the corner praying that I will find police car standing there. I would
give a lot to see Max again. No such luck.
A car is approaching and I'm running even faster. The car is unavoidable
getting close. I feel tears feeling my eyes. They will lock me up and I
will be a real 'test subject' 24/7. Sure, they will place me in some
sterile room with no connection to the nature and they will avoid touching
me for sure. Dr. Robert will do whatever he likes with me. The car is
honking, but I'm not stopping. "Please! Leave me alone!" I'm crying.
"Fyodor! Is it you?!" I hear familiar voice. I turning my head to see
small red car and Susan the 'test subject number 3' looking at me.
"Jump in!"
I jumped into the car and Susan accelerated.
"Susan! What are you doing here?"
"I know one of the nurses. She told me that you are in trouble. They are
going to get you inside and study you full time."
"Is it Ruth?"
"Yes, it is Ruth. She told we the time you are coming for treatment and we
agreed that I will try to warn you. I just arrived when I saw you
running."
She gave me a look, checking my face and chest area.
"If she wouldn't tell me that you look like a girl now, there is no chance
I would recognized you!"
We were driving for some time. Susan told me that Liza, her addicted
daughter, has died. Another daughter was living with her former husband.
"But I will get her back, I'm visiting support group and I met there a
man. He is a lawyer and he said he will help me."
Susan offered me to have a lunch together. The idea is appealing to me,
but I'm looking at my t-shirt, it is wet from the running and my breasts
are clearly visible.
"Um... I'm not sure, maybe I should go home first." I don't like the idea
of showing my breasts to the world this way.
"I've got an idea" said Susan and turned her car. "I have plenty of
clothes left from Liza and I hate the idea of throwing them away. She was
your size, we will find something that feet."
"I'm not sure, I know how I look, but I'm not really a girl."
"It doesn't meter. If you look like a girl than better look like a good
one!"
It was typical middle class home. Not too big, not too small. Susan
invited me to Liza's room. I saw pictures of blonde girl. There a lot of
pictures of her. Liza with friends, with a guy, alone. On every picture,
she appeared to be smiling. It looks like she was a good looking, good-
humored girl. A girl I wouldn't mind dating just a few weeks ago.
"What really happen to her? She doesn't looks luck a junky to me."
Susan took a deep breath
"She was a very good girl. No alcohol, no drugs. She wasn't even smoking."
Susan took a deep breath again.
"When she come to the age her friends invited her to a night club. And she
liked it. She started to visit it more and more often. She was changing,
got new friends. I wasn't thinking about it too much. I was thinking that
this is just a phase and it will puss. But suddenly it got worse."
Susan stopped talking and started to put clothes on the bad. Then she
continued
"I discovered that the club she was visiting is dangerous when it was
already too late. There are some criminals. They were promising her model
carrier, but instead they make her addicted and offered to work as an
escort for reach visitors. When she refused, they asked her to pay full
price for the drug. She wasn't able to pay and switched to something cheap
from the streets and that destroyed her in no time. When I collected
enough money to send her to rehabilitation she was already a wreck.
Rehabilitation was good, they make her sober. But when she saw what she
become she took her own life."
I hugged Susan. I feel her pain and she feel better hugging me back.
"What was the name of the club?" I asked later.
"Black Snake"
******
"You need a bra. Put this set on, it is completely new, I bought it for
Liza just before she died."
I see a set of panties and matching bra. I hesitated. A bra? Isn't it a
step too far? But I'm fittired of my breasts moving around and it should
help with my nipples irritation. I fasten the bra in front of me and then
turned around as I remember my former girlfriend was doing. I put my
breasts in the caps surprised that the cups almost fit. Am I really so
big? I put my hands in the straps and I got my first ever bra. My breasts
are lifted and more in front of me. But it feels good. The fabric inside
the cups is so gentle, it is so much better than just a t-shirt.
Then I decided on simple jeans and a blue blouse. The fit is not perfect,
but it is much better than my oversized jeans and t-shirt.
"Are you decent?" I hear Susan voice.
"Yes, come in."
Susan opened the door. "You look so much like her!" Susan looking at me
with tears in her eyes. "With you here it feels like she is back and
everything is good, everything is as it used to be."
We hugged again. I'm also in tears. She was seeing her daughter in me and
I was feeling mother's love for her child. We both lost people we loved,
and we share our feeling of grief and love.
"You know what? I want to give you her things, please take them. Let's
pack as much as we can. Please come again letter and I will give you the
rest."
*******
Dr. Robert mentioned that company lawyers are working on how to lock me
up. That means that at least they are not ready to act right now and that
my flat should be safe for a while. I'm unpacking two big boxes with Liza
closes. I see that Susan even packed two evening dresses though I asked to
give me only simple practical things. She packed cosmetics and even
jewelry and I see that some of it is real gold.
My telephone is ringing.
"Hello?"
"...eh... Hello ... this is me ... Max. ... We saw you dancing in the park
today. We were thinking you are high." He laughs awkwardly. "Than we gave
you a lift. I was worrying a little bit about you. I was having bad
feeling about this place."
I'm fingering a nice golden belly button ring. Letters LIZA are on the
bottom part. This should fit my belly button. Ring of a girl whose life
was destroyed by a night club named Black Snake will fit my belly button
pierced at Black Snake saloon. Fate or not, I'm not afraid, let it be. I'm
going to need this dresses after all.
"...eh... I was thinking may be ..."
"Liza"
"What?"
"My name is Liza. And yes, I will go out with you."
I agreed to go to a dinner with Max. He should pick me up at 8. I have
just two hours to prepare. Not too much time. I need to wash my hair, dry
and comb it. I may need to add some gloss to my lips. I need to choose a
dress, choose matching earrings. Big golden hoops will probably be ok. All
this girls staff I need to learn how to do to not look out of character.
And I need to google how to give a great blowjob.
******
Max is waiting downstairs 30 minutes already. He come 10 minutes early and
I'm 20 minutes late. It was more difficult than I expected. My hair is
much longer now, it is below my shoulders. And it is one thing to just
brush the hair backward when you don't really care; it is totally
different when you want to make it looks attractive. I know I'm not good
at it, but I hope my perm curls will make it looks good.
I was attracted to one of the two evening dresses. It is short black
dress. Second option was longer red dress, but I decided it would be too
much for the evening. The fabric of the black dress is so gentle, I would
like to try it against my skin. But how to get it on? The dress is so
tight I'm stopping several times wondering if I'm doing something wrong.
Finally, it is on and I'm really surprised how good it looks on me. My
breasts looks even bigger in this dress.
I wonder what would a man like Max feel seeing me in this dress, getting
me close to him, touching me ... my nipples are getting painfully hard.
I choose long dangling earrings instead of hoops and I think that I'm
ready. It is this point when I realized that I don't have matching heels
and purse. In fact, the only heels I have is what they make me to wear at
Black Snake and they wouldn't match the dress, no way. I search
frantically what should I wear. I can go in jeans, but not sure it will be
appropriate for a restaurant. The only option I have that will go with my
heels and the purse is business like skirt and jacket combination. It is
more appropriate for an office meeting. But skirt is great, it is hiding
my lack of hips. I will open my blouse more to make it less business-
style. And I think that small ring in my nostril will makes me looks a bit
naughty.
*******
I have a strong enemy. i need friends. And tonight I'm planning to
befriend Max in a very special manner. But I'm not an expert in blowjobs.
My girlfriend sucked me once. We were slightly drunk, very young and not
experienced. She decided to make me a 'very special present' for my
birthday. She started enthusiastically and I liked the feeling very much,
but then she scratched the head of my penis with her teeth and I yelped in
pain. It was enough to turn her off. I was trying to encourage her to do
it again, but she refused saying that it is not her thing.
Likely there are tons of tips on the net. The main trick of giving a great
blowjob is good sliding skills. It is a general advise for a girl to make
her mouth rounded and lips tightened. The problems arise if the girl wants
to increase the speed of the sliding or guy is big or taking the lead and
start trusting his member in her mouth. It very easy to scratch the head
with teeth and this is a great turn off. It is advised to spread the
tongue over lower teeth to protect the head of the penis.
It is also advised to put two clean fingers in the mouth to understand how
it is works. A surprise is awaiting me there. Now I understand why some
girls are doing they lips so huge. With my lips size I don't have to worry
about teeth. The grip will be nice, the head well protected and the tongue
free to play.
I'm back to golden hoops earrings. I like them and they looks good with
this jacket. I checked myself one more time. I looks good, but I feel
sadness. A trans-girl with big lips, probably terrific at giving head. Is
it what I am become? Was I just studying how to satisfy a man with my own
mouth?
I feel like I'm going to cry. But I have to stop. I have to be strong. I'm
thinking about Max open face and pleasant feeling of well-being he
radiate. I know he is good and deserve little fun. I need to trust my
feelings. I am strong. I'm the one. I will survive.
*******************************
PART 3 is coming soon, stay tuned!
Want to have it even quicker? Leave a review!
Fawn
- 28.08.2021
- 29
- 0
Test subject number 4 Part 1
- 3 years ago
- 32
- 0
Test Subject Turnabout
- 3 years ago
- 35
- 0
