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Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. Don't read if you are younger than 18 years old or not legally allowed to read adult material and all the usual disclaimers. I especially want to thank everyone who left a comment. I read and appreciate them all. Thank you! Text in brackets [like this] is translated from barely decipherable lisp. Chapter 4: The Assistant When I woke, it was still dark. I reached out in the darkness. My hand struck my stretched nipple. My situation came racing back to me. My back hurt. The mattress wasn't designed to support someone with such extreme curves. I realized that I was naked other than my corset and shoes. I struggled to sit up. My arms were so weak it was hard to wrench myself to a sitting position. I struggled to my feet. Having to balance en-pointe is hard enough. Adding on 5" platforms lifting my toes far above the ground. Add to that, the tiny needles I needed to balance on, and anyone would be challenged to balance. Throw in the monstrous tits bolted on my small torso. Just standing is a minor miracle. Eventually, I managed to scoot to the edge of the bed, get my feet under me, and totter into a standing position. I slowly minced around the dark lab. There were clutter and notes everywhere. My brain was fuzzy and I couldn't understand anything I was seeing. I was overwhelmed by everything that had happened. The dildo shoved into my pussy stimulated me. Soon lubrication was flowing from my cunt leaving drips wherever I walked. I decided I needed a shower. I minced over to the shower. My shoes echoed off the hard floor. My bells chimed with each step. My earrings clattered against each other. I made quite a racket walking across the room. Long dangling chains hanging from my ears tickled my shoulders. My hair billowed behind me and tickled my thighs. My clitoris chain bounced around my knees. My vision was framed by my long eyelashes. I made the short journey across the room. It seemed much longer than it was. There was a small mirror in the bathroom. Staring back at me was a heavily made-up face. My permanent makeup looked brand new. My lips glistened and parted invitingly. Long, heavy lashes blinked in front of heavily shadowed eyelids. My poor stretched nipples topped breasts that each looked bigger than my head. The clamped and stretched tip was purple. The rest of my nipple and areola was a glistening cherry red. I turned to the small shower to wash off. Were faucets always this stiff? It felt like I had to put all my strength into just getting the faucet to turn to a reasonable temperature. The wall opposite the shower head had a hose coming from the wall. The tube was tipped in an odd nozzle that hung from a hook in the wall. I was about to step into the shower when the doctor showed up. "Oh good, I'm right on time," he said. He took the nozzle down from the wall and pressed it against the butt plug that continued to painfully stretch my ass. When he got the nozzle positioned correctly, I could feel a hard click. The click echoed through my body from the plug in my ass. The hose and nozzle were firmly attached to my ass. He pushed me into the spray of the shower. The spray hit my sensitive nipples. My hands flew up to cover and protect them. I squeaked out a sharp cry. As soon as I touched my stretched nipples, I gasped again. The sensations were so strong. I turned to let the water hit my hair and run down my back. It felt so good. My hair grew heavy from the water. The normal wavy curls of my hair straightened as my hair filled with water. It pulled heavily on my head. My hair slowly became saturated. I could feel the ends of my hair tickle my legs further down. Soon I could feel it brush against the back of my calves. Moving my feet, I could tell my hair nearly touched the floor. I think my wet hair hung down just below my lifted toes. Only the platforms of the shoes prevented my hair from touching the floor. I couldn't see my toes due to my enormous boobs. Suddenly I felt warm water run into my plugged bottom. At first, it felt kind of nice. As the pressure built, it quickly became painful. Soon my colon was cramping. The pressure building inside was constrained by my corset outside. The conflicting pressures pushed painfully against my organs. I started to cry. Nothing I could do seemed to help relieve the painful cramps. After what seemed like forever, the pressure finally released. I could feel myself drain. This process repeated two more times. When the water filled me, I writhed under the spray of the shower fighting the cramping internal pain. Whenever my insides would drain, I could relax and clean my skin and hair. Only one dispenser was provided. It was a conditioning shampoo and body wash that I could use to clean myself. My body was so smooth, soft, and hairless. I touched my heavy breasts. It felt so good. I dragged my long nails across the curve of my breasts. I began to rub their full sides. I moaned as I continued to rub. My hands roamed closer to the tip. The sensations grew in intensity. My pussy ached to be played with. My hard reached down and hit the hard metal plate covering my crotch. My long, elegantly shaped nail scraped frustratedly against the hard plate. I found a bath lily hanging near the body wash/shampoo. The sensations on my smooth skin were so erotic. I could feel my pussy pulsing against the large tube locked in my cunt. "OK, enough playing in the shower," the doctor said when I was mostly clean. I rinsed off the soap as well as I could given my giant tits and rigid torso. I rinsed my hair as well as I could as well. I again struggled to turn off the water. I was so weak! At least my arms were. I stepped out of the shower area. I shivered from being wet. The slowly cooling water dripped from my body. I looked in vain for a towel. My stretched and pinched nipples tried to tighten in the cool air. The doctor ordered me, "Reach behind and grab the hose in your bum." The hose felt huge in my small hand. As soon as I wrapped my fingers around it, I felt another click reverberate through my body from my ass. The hose released. I stood there holding it in my hand. I brought it to my front to look at it. There was a loop at the top that was obviously where it hung on the wall. I hung it back on its hook. I felt the large flat flange of my butt plug. It was nestled between my large round ass cheeks. It was smooth except for an odd feeling circular port. "It should be starting any second," the doctor said. "[Like, what should be totally starting? Hehe,]" I squeaked in my tiny voice. "You'll see." I felt a tickle at the top of my head. It worked its way down my body. Water was dumping from my thick platinum blonde hair. It started at the top, but almost magically spread downward. "It works!" he said with glee. "I love my nanotechnology! Two minutes after you stop being exposed to water, be it shower or rain, you will self-dry!" Soon I was dry. Naked but for my corset and shoes, but dry. He grabbed my clit leash and let me over to another machine in the corner of my small room. It was mounted partway up the wall. It looked to extend from about my shoulder height to my hips. He turned my back to it and pushed me in. It wrapped around my torso. I felt my corset go loose. The pain in my midsection began to grow. I felt it replace my corset with another one. It then began the tightening process. Very shortly, I was once again laced almost painfully tight. Finally, it released me. I minced to the other side of the dresser to look in the mirror. The first thing I noticed was my hair. It flowed in long soft platinum curls from my head. It looked like I was fresh from a salon. It was completely free of tangles and softy flowing. The colors on my face looked freshly painted on. My eyes lowered toward my breasts. I couldn't get over their massive size. My stretched glistening red nipples stood out like headlights. I continued down. I was amazed I didn't snap in two. The tight fire engine red leather corset installed by the machine covered my tiny waist. It extended upward to lift my massive tits but fell well short of covering my ringed nipples. On the lower side, the corset ended half-way down the flair of my hips. Between my legs, the golden plate was visible. The large ring and bells dangled freely between my widely spaced legs. I could easily fit my small fist between my legs without touching either leg. My knees were touching as I continued my downward gaze. My tiny feet were held pointing straight down. The shoes had changed to a bright red that matched my corset. The tall platform and spike heel now looked like they were made of gold. The doctor handed me a white blouse. I easily slid my smooth arms into the sleeves. My head went through the large opening. I pulled what felt like miles of hair through the opening. Most long hair gets thinner as it goes down. My hair was just as full at the bottom as it was at the top. As I pulled my hair free, I had to be careful not to snag the rings in my pierced fingernails. I had to pull the shirt as hard as I could to stretch it over my massive tits. My boobs squished down and the shirt stretched some. Pulling the shirt over my massive tits pulled painfully at my stretched nipples. When I finally pulled the shirt to the proper place the plunging neckline barely covered my large areola. My nipples and rings were clearly outlined through the stretched fabric. It was obscene. The shirt hung loosely from my titanic tits. Two zippers that started at the armpits of both sides of the shirt tightened the shirt against the extreme curves of my body. The color of my corset could be seen through the semi-translucent tight white shirt. I could see my shiny red areola semi-visible through the thin fabric as well. I had to arrange the skirt in a circle on the floor by feel. I couldn't see past my massive fun bags. My thick eyelashes further obscured my vision. I stepped into the skirt and squatted to draw it up my legs. It fastened at the side of my tiny waist. A long zipper drew it tight from my knees over my enormous hips to my tiny midsection. The tight black leather skirt had no stretch to it and held my knees together. I could separate my knees at most an inch. The short 4" wide belt didn't seem long enough to wrap around any living person's waist. It fastened easily around my tiny middle. My clothes only silenced the bells hanging from my tremendous teats. The other bells chimed as I walked. In fairness, they also chimed when I breathed, or turned, or shifted slightly. Rings clattered against each other. I followed the doctor strutting sensually. My hips swiveled and my large round butt gyrated invitingly with each tiny step. My long nails flashed at my sides. The rapid clacks of my shoes against the hard floor echoed through the room. The doctor stopped at a table. He lifted a contraption covered with straps and dominated by a large penis gag. He ordered me to open my mouth. He slowly worked it into my mouth. It stopped half-way down my throat. It was just shy of preventing me from breathing through my nose. The thin chain straps were quickly fitted around my head holding the dildo securely in place. A tube ran from the end of the gag. He put a small backpack like a bag on me and hooked the tube up to it. He explained it was to keep my hydrated. He led me deeper into the lab. We stopped in front of a screen. He asked me what I saw. I stared intently at it. I couldn't figure out what the gibberish meant. He pulled a remote out of his pocket. The thick gag retracted from my mouth and hung. It hung obscenely from the harness dangling in front of my lips. I guess he wanted me to talk. "[Like, totes, like, I don't know?]" I lisped uselessly. He showed me a bottle full of white milky fluid. It was kind of thick. He poured it into the bag on my back. "Open wide," the doctor said. He pressed some more buttons on the remote. The gag forced its way into my mouth. It went about half as far as before. The tip of the gag rested on my pierced tongue. He hit another button and soon the fluid was flowing into my mouth. As soon as my tongue tasted it, I knew I loved it. It was thick with a salty taste. It had a slight sweetness to it as well. I gulped it down. As it slid down my throat into my stomach, I could feel my mind clearing and sharpening. My mind had never been so sharp and clear. I remembered clearly this was one of those things I had talked to the genie about so long ago. The milky fluid had to be cum. Each teaspoon of cum I drink adds 10 points to my IQ for an hour. My baseline is a pathetic IQ of 50. A total bimbo. My maximum IQ is 300. Each teaspoon I drink beyond that just adds an hour to the time I have at that intelligence. Otherwise, I lose an IQ point every 6 minutes or so. After just over a day, I'm back to an IQ of 50. I estimate that he gave me about a cup of semen to drink, so I should be good for about a day before I start losing IQ. The average ejaculation is about a teaspoon. To maintain my intelligence, I'd have to suck off somewhere around two dozen guys per day. I looked at the screen again. 2+2=. Seriously? A minute ago, I couldn't process this? My body's sensations assaulted my newly intelligent mind. The drunken modifications and restrictions I had so long ago agreed to frightened me. The modifications the genie had added on his own scared me more. I didn't know how I survive over-sexed and unable to fuck. My emotions swept through my hormone-filled female brain. The doctor studied me intently. He hit another button on the remote and the fake cock withdrew. "Did it work?" He asked. "[Like, yeah, totally?]", I lisped out a squeaking reply. Damn stupid wish. I couldn't talk normally. Physically, I couldn't stop lisping. Mentally my speech patterns had been rewritten to always sound like a bimbo. Excessive use of the word "like". Up-talking each sentence. Everything I say sounds like I'm asking a question. "What is the answer?" The doctor asked skeptically. "[Totes, like, four silly, hehe?]" "Try this one." I paused for a moment while I calculated the complex equation. "[Like, yeah, it's like, totally forty-seven 'i', like, plus eight million, four hundred fifty-seven thousand, two hundred twenty-one over pi, like yeah?]" He muttered something about it only took the computer 3 days to come up with the same answer. I wished that I could sound like I knew the answer instead of it always comes across as a question. "Open up," was all he said. The dildo lurched into my mouth and shoved partway down my throat again. The doctor poured a bunch of clear fluid into my bag. He led me to a computer at the edge of the room. "Now you need to learn how to type," he said. Seriously? I have the highest intellect on the planet, and he wants me standing there using a typing tutor. It started with two letters as all typing tutors do. I knew how to type, this should be a breeze. Turns out I didn't know how to type with nails extending 2" beyond my fingertips and with rings in four of my fingernails. Every few minutes I felt a penis gag swell briefly, then a shot of water would be injected into my throat. I learned not to breathe and to swallow when I felt the swelling come. My fingertips couldn't touch the keys. My long nails got in the way. My long tapered and gently pointed fingernails slipped easily off the plastic keys. My nails wedged between the keys. It was a long, frustrating process. It felt way beneath my new enhanced intellect. Slowly my nimble fingers became used to the precision needed to press the hard plastic keys with the tips of my nails. As I became proficient and added fingers a new problem presented itself. The rings in my thumb and ring fingernails constantly got in the way. The rings would cause my nails to slip unpredictably and constantly caused errors. I had to learn to use other fingers. My thumb worked okay for the space bar, but I was essentially limited to six other fingers to reliably type the rest of the keys. Unfortunately, I had also been given an extremely submissive nature. Especially to males. He had ordered me to do something, so I was trying as hard as I could to do it. After several hours, I was finally getting the hang of it. I was slowly building the mental pathways to be able to type proficiently again. "Come look at this," the doctor called out to me. I minced over as quickly as I could with my tiny steps. The feeling of the weight thrusting in my dildo distracted me. I almost tripped and fell. My feet and legs didn't hurt, even after a long time standing. Must have been all the walking training I had undergone. As I walked toward him, the dildo slid from my throat and dangled before my lips. On the screen, I quickly deduced that he was attempting to solve the cosmological constant problem. I was able to quickly point out several errors in his formulas. "[Like, yeah, this number should like totally be like a five?]" for example. He quickly grew frustrated with my disassembly of his work. The dildo slammed back down my throat. He sent me back to typing. Walking back to my typing, I noticed a puddle of vaginal lubrication had formed under where I stood. My cunt was so active. It dripped down my clit chain as I stood there. The cycle of helping the doctor and being sent back to typing continued all day. Eventually, he grew tired and led me out of the lab. When I had started typing, the clock on the computer read 08:17. When I walked away, it read 17:24. November 4th at 17:24 to be precise. He pushed me into a small elevator. At the touch of another button, the dildo unlocked from my head harness. He fit a large ring gag in its place. The elevator was too small for my enormous boobs and anyone else to fit. He stepped back and let the doors close. The elevator slowly rose. When the doors opened again, he was already there. He must have taken the stairs and beat the slow ride. It sounded like a club was nearby. He led me over to a small room. He slid my hands in some hard plastic gloves. They must have been made for my hands because my hands slid right in. He tightened them around my wrists. The stiff spread fingers of the gloves were held against a flat plate. He unscrewed a pipe cap from a 2" PVC pipe that barely extended into the room. A light shown into the dim room through the small pipe. He had me kneel before the hole formed by the pipe. The wall must have been thin because the pipe wasn't long. Maybe 1/2" stuck into the room and the pipe only appeared to be an inch and a half long. He pulled down the front of my shirt exposing my pierced nipples. He locked the D rings through the tip of my stretched nipples to the wall. He pressed the flat plate of my hard gloves against the wall. One hand on each side of the pipe. Each hand was about a foot from the pipe. The flat plate each had two holes in it. One between my thumb and pointer and one between my spread ring finger and pinky finger. These holes slid over threaded studs in the wall. A nut spun down each stud and held my hands rigidly against the wall. He quickly fastened straps from the wall to my head harness. My stretched lips pressed against the wall. The pipe slid snugly into the ring gag in my mouth. I couldn't move my head at all. My lips were sealed against the wall. My nose touched the wall. I couldn't turn my head even a fraction of a degree. My feet were free but couldn't do me any good. Soon a penis pushed its way into my mouth. I tried to push it out with my tongue. I was a man (at least mentally). I wasn't a bimbo cocksucker. Another part of my personality yelled at me. How stupid could I be? I was trying to push away the source of the most delicious substance on the planet! "You'll have to suck your cum from now on. I won't harvest it for you," he said. The two parts of my brain warred against each other. It didn't take long for my training to win. My heavily pierced tongue instinctively wrapped itself around the cock pulsing in my mouth. The hours learning how to suck dick in the virtual world were now being put to use. The doctor left the room shutting the door behind himself. I was left in near-total darkness. The music and noise of a club filtered through the walls. The absurdity of the situation hit home. Here I was, probably the smartest person on the planet. I was mentally a male and an intellectual giant. What was I doing? I was sucking off cocks of completely anonymous men. The dick in my mouth withdrew so just the glans were inside. I wrapped my pierced tongue around it. I swirled my tongue around the glans. I made sure my tongue's barbell rolled around his engorged glans. Slowly the cock thrust back in. I continued to swirl my tongue around the shaft. Soon my mouth was too full, so I had to just move my tongue from side to side while pressing up on the shaft. The two rings in my tongue acted as a guide keeping my barbell centered on his shaft. I felt his glans push its way down my tight throat. I swallowed as fast as I could to cause my throat muscles to clench the head of his penis. I kept rubbing my tongue side to side and pushing up on the mouth- filling shaft. I could tell he was nearly there. He pulled back so just the head was in my mouth. I swirled my tongue around his sensitive head. Soon the cock in my mouth emptied its load. It tasted so delicious to my conditioned mind. I quickly swallowed every heavenly drop. Almost as soon as the first one left, another replaced it. Over and over the cycle repeated. Small cocks, monster dicks, fat bulbous ones, skinny ones. I expertly sucked them all. Eventually, the music stopped and the sounds began to die down. The cock in my mouth ejaculated but was not replaced by another. Thirty- one. I had emptied thirty-one cocks that night. A few minutes later a burly man I didn't know came into the small room. He let my hands out of my rigid gloves. He unbuckled my harness from the wall. He pulled my head back from the wall. He quickly removed the ring gag. The dildo gag locked back into the harness with a click. He unlocked the rings in my nipples from the wall. He lifting me to my feet. My knees lifted from the puddle of vaginal fluid I left. He carried me to the small elevator. Before I could say a word, he shoved me in and the door closed. On the way down, I gingerly lifted my shirt back over my nipples. The sensitive nipples forced a gasp past the gag in my mouth as I carefully laid my shirt over their pinched nubs. When the door to the elevator opened, the doctor was there. He grabbed my clit leash and walked me through the lab. As we proceeded, I noticed the screen saver on one of the terminals showed 01:17. The penis gag retracted until the tip sat in the middle of my tongue. He poured a large bottle into my bag. The gag quickly fed it to me. It tasted a lot like cum. "Protein drink," he said. "Made it taste like cum for you, but it contains all the nutrients you need. Won't boost your IQ though." "Lift your hair," he ordered. He wrapped a thick collar around my neck. It appeared to be about 4 inches tall and a solid 1/2 thick. Eight D rings were evenly spaced around it. The centermost of the rings was larger than the other 7. When worn, a D ring would be just below the ears. Starting from the right, were the letters S and L, followed by a D ring. Next came U and T, followed by the middle D ring. The lettering continued, W and H, followed by another D ring, then O, R, and E followed by the D ring that would sit under the wearer's left ear. Each letter was a large block lettering about 3 inches high. The engraved letters were infilled with hot pink. The collar came in two pieces, breaking just behind the rings that would sit below the ears. He lifted my chin and fit each piece snugly against my long slender neck. He pushed the two together. They latched with a click. The collar started to heat up where the pieces joined. I reached up to feel the joint, and it had vanished. The collar was now seamless. I could no longer turn my head. I also couldn't tilt my head downward anymore. Next, he lifted a short chain before my eyes. It had to only be about 8 inches long. It was made of thick, heavy, golden-colored links. He grabbed the thick ring at the base of my right nipple. He slipped half a link through the ring attached to my nipple. He slid another half- link through the end of the chain. He held two halves together. They melted together before my eyes. He pulled my left nipple ring toward my right nipple and repeated the procedure on my other nipple ring. A heavy chain was stretched tight between the rings at the base of my nipples. He led me into my small room. I took off the bag/backpack from my back. I quickly stripped off my shirt and skirt and let them drop to the floor. He ordered me to pull my hair to the side and sit on the bed. He withdrew a chain from somewhere. He attached it to the ring in the middle of the back of my collar. He had me lay down on the bed. The slack of the chain was taken up as I laid down. The chain retracted more until my head was held tightly to the mattress. He filled my backpack bag with water and hung it on a hook near my head. The shaft of the dildo went back down my throat. As he left, the lights in the lab went out. My large breasts rested heavily on my chest. My chest had to lift both breasts with every breath. My enormous tits heaved with every breath. Every breath caused the chain linking my nipples to pull. Every breath came with the ringing of my nipple bells. It felt like someone was sitting on my chest. Each boob was so heavy. Lifting them over and over with each breath made me long to turn onto my side. My tightly chained collar prevented me from rolling to the side. Slowly I fell asleep. The taste of cum still in my mouth. I awoke in the dark. I explored my collar with my hands. A thick padlock held the ring on my collar to a chain. The chain was taut. I wasn't going anywhere until it was released. Oddly, I couldn't feel a keyhole on the padlock. The penis gag was still shoved into my throat. Soon I felt the penis gag swell and quickly swallowed the water it fed me. I felt where the shaft touched the harness. It felt like an inner and outer ring. I couldn't figure out how they latched or unlatched. My smooth body was still horny. My tiny hands roamed over my smooth skin. I could feel my pussy grow wet and clench the large tube filling my void. Sliding my hands down my smooth sides, I quickly ran into the tight corset. The leather was stretched tight like a drum. My fingers traced the extreme curve down my side. I couldn't feel my fingers trace my sides through the tight corset. The fingernails of my tiny thumbs and forefingers could touch as I wrapped my tiny hands around my even smaller waist. My curves flared steeply to my wide hips. My fingers sent sparks flowing into my stuffed cunt as they traced the smooth sides of my legs. I could feet my vaginal lubrication pool in my chastity device. Again I instinctively reached for my clitoris only to be stopped by the smooth plate. My fingers traced the edges of the plate. I could easily feel the raised bumps of the many rivets that held it in place. Twenty four. Twenty four rivets held that cursed plate in place. The bells attached to the ring sticking through the plate tinkled loudly as I played with the ring. I could tug on my poor isolated clit, but it certainly wasn't enough to get off. Rubbing on my sensual and bloated tits produced a multitude of pleasurable sensations. My nipples remained too sensitive to play with. I was soon panting and moaning with need. I rubbed and squeezed. I even lightly brushed my stretched nips. I only grew more turned on and frustrated. After what must have been hours of writhing and moaning, I gave up. I forced my hands to my sides. Slowly I cooled down. The fire of need lay burning close beneath the surface. My mind raced, but there was nothing for it to do. I had never been so bored. There was nothing for me to do. I couldn't bring myself to orgasm. I couldn't get up from the bed. Nothing to do. I had to face my new reality. I had been pushing it down the entire previous day. My emotions now bubbled up to the surface. I was tiny. I was weak. I was helpless. I looked like a total slut. My emotions overwhelmed me and soon I was crying. It turned out that to my excessively hormone- filled body crying was catharsis. After a couple of hours of weeping, I began to feel better. I was still scared and alone, but I didn't feel so bad. After what seemed like forever the lights came on and the chain holding my collar went slack. I managed to sit up. I could feet my juices immediately start dripping out along my clit ring. Reaching back, I could feel that the lock holding the chain to my collar had unlocked. I took it off. The doctor came in rather bleary-eyed and said, "get showered and dressed." I found a steel mesh corset in the top drawer. The doctor showed me how to place it in the corseting machine, which efficiently changed my corset. Much like the day before, I showered. I flushed my plug out the same as the day before. Just like the day before I magically dried a few minutes after stepping out of the shower. Looking in the mirror I was still amazed by how fresh (and slutty) my makeup looked. I could read the hot pink engraved text in my collar. It read, backward of course since I was looking in a mirror, "SLUT WHORE". My head harness had an ovular ring that framed my lips. The harness had rods extending from the oval to a smaller circular ring that held the dildo. Reaching between the inner and outer ring, I peeled back my lower lip and looked at the permanent text. "Cock Sleeve". Great. I'm glad nobody can usually see it. Embarrassing to see my mouth's new purpose permanently written in it. There was a mirror on the opposite wall as well. Positioning myself carefully, I could finally see my tramp stamp. Two realistic dicks sat just above my massive ass cheeks. They pointed toward my plugged asshole. The cocks appeared to be squirting ink. The ink flowed into cursive words that formed three lines of text. The first line sat just below the bottom edge of my corset. The second line sat just below. The third line touched my large butt plug. The first line read, "Two dollar whore". The second line read, "worthless". The last line read, "cunt". Even though my permanent blush, I turned redder seeing these lewd markings painted just above my ass. I traded my mesh corset for a rich purple satin one. I found a hot pink mini-dress that I adored. I would have loved to see a hot chick wearing it. I guess that is why I liked it on myself. A wide tight purple belt completed the outfit. This day was much like the day before. I spent most of it honing my typing skills and both helping and frustrating the doctor with my intelligence. At night I was locked back in the upstairs room sucking dicks. When he fastened me to bed that night, he ordered me to shower and dress when I was released the next day. That night was very much like the last. It seemed this body only needed a couple of hours of sleep, which resulted in long hours of boredom. The next day after I had showered and dressed, the doctor still hadn't appeared. I slowly and noisily strutted around the lab exploring the various parts. The crazy scientist had a lot of projects going simultaneously. After exploring the lab for a couple of hours, my enhanced mind had a pretty good idea of how everything worked. Eventually, the doctor came down pushing "Titan Tits" as he called the former Sarah. He was pushing a custom cart that held her colossal breasts off the floor and allowed the contraption to roll. Her small body was forced to follow. Her feet moved quickly. She could barely stay on her feet. She fought to stay on her feet so she wouldn't just be dragged along. He quickly bound her up and hooked her to a fucking machine "so she wouldn't get bored." The doctor ordered me to my typing. He got to work on a new project involving some tracks on the ceiling. He also worked on the small elevator I used to get to the glory hole. He spent all day on this new project. That night I finished my time with the glory hole. (Thirty-four tonight. I was oddly proud of myself.) This time the bruiser didn't just shove me in the small lift. He shoved it my penis gag. It went down into my throat. He poured an enormous amount of watery protein drink in my small backpack bag. It rested heavily on my back. He pulled the end of a chain dangling from the ceiling of the lift forward. He fastened it onto the back of my collar. Then he shoved me in the small lift. On the slow ride down, I felt where the chain was attached. It felt very much like the keyless lock that the doctor uses to secure me to bed. When the lift doors opened, no one was there to greet me. Instead, the chain attached to the back of my neck started to pull me forward. Looking up past the full and heavy eyelashes that restricted my view, I could see the track the doctor installed earlier in the day. The chain attached to my collar seemed to be following the same track. Rather than fight it, I decided to follow it and see where it leads. It was a good thing that I decided to start on the journey. I could barely keep up with the demanding pace set by whatever was yanking my chain. The chain led me to where I expected it to lead. I was led to my small bed. The head of my bed was split into two with a narrow gap between the two pieces. Whatever had my chain paused for a minute. A synthesized voice told me to take off my clothes. I quickly hung up my backpack bag. It was so heavy and my arms were so weak, I had to use both hands to lift it. I stripped out of my clothes. I barely had time to do so before I was dragged again by the chain. The track led down the wall. Soon I was forced to sit, then lay down on the bed. The two pieces of the top of the bed rejoined after the chain reached its endpoint. Soon I was laying down. I was secured just like the previous days. In the darkness, I felt the dildo swell. I milked the fake cock with my throat and could feel the protein drink filling my hungry stomach. I fell asleep still drinking. I woke up confused and disoriented. It took me a minute to remember why I had a dick in my throat. Shortly, the memories came flooding back. It was still dark and I was still bored. Eventually, the lights came on and I could start my day. Around noon, I had just finished helping the doctor solve another problem with his formulas. As usual, he told me to go back to typing. I plucked up my courage. My hyper-submissive nature made it hard to initiate requests like this. He could tell I wanted to say something, so he hit a button allowing the fake penis to retract. "[Like, I'm like, totally bored?]" I squeaked. "Look, you are gaged and don't need to go to the bathroom for a reason. I want you to stand there and help me whenever I need you. Otherwise, I want you silent, beautiful, and background. Now go back to your typing," he said. "[Like, totes, for sure? Yeah, but like, I wake up and it's, like, totally dark? And, like, I'm like bored and stuff?]" "Oh right, I forgot, you only sleep 2 hours. Yeah, I'll bet you are bored. So?" "[Can I like, totally, like, have something to do? I could, like, help you with your research?]" These stupid speech patterns programmed into me were annoying. They made me sound stupid. Even with my full intellect, I couldn't speak normally. "I'll think about it," he said. With that, the fake cock forced its way back down my throat. A few days later, he showed me his compromise. He made me a special helmet. That night, I slipped on the helmet before laying down. Goggles covered my eyes. Headphones covered my ears. A bundle of wires ran from the helmet to the ceiling. I lay down, my collar tight to the bed as usual. The goggles and headphones came to life. Swirling colors and fast whispered voices filled my eyes and ears. I began to milk the dildo in my mouth with my throat. I was rewarded with my salty cum-like protein drink as usual. I fell asleep to the hypnotic visuals and sounds. I woke up with the hypnotic combination still playing. The doc had shown me my new keyboard earlier in the day. He had mounted half a keyboard on each side of my small bed. They were at the perfect distance to reach while restrained in bed. I tried pressing keys. Nothing happened. I didn't know why he thought this was better. I was still bored. The whispered voices seemed to be talking fast. Maybe it was because, with my heightened brainpower, I could process suggestions faster. This continued for half an hour. Suddenly the sound went out and the goggles when dark. Floating in front of me was blackness with a simple green ">" floating in space. I tried the keyboard again. This time it worked. Each keystroke left new characters floating in space in front of me. I quickly determined that this was a Unix type system. It was a blank install. It was connected to the network, but that was about it. I had played around with Unix systems before. Mostly for fun. There wasn't anything in my old job that had required their use. But I knew enough to get around. I quickly started locating and adding useful tools to the system. They took time to download the sources, compile, and install. I was in the middle of installing X Windows when the goggles turned off. Moving my head, I found the chain holding my neck had gone slack. I reached up. I pulled the helmet off my head. The room was bright. The hours restrained in bed had passed quickly. The bed became something I looked forward to. Sure I had a dildo down my throat all the time. Sure I spent hours with hypnotic suggestions being pumped into my brain. But, I also had several hours each day that I could do my own thing. I quickly added programs to the system. Soon it became quite a useful tool. Over the next few weeks, I explored the doctor's network. He had warned me against trying to break his security. He told me that the computer access was a privilege and he would take it away if I started trying to crack his systems. I hated the boredom and loved the ability to play around on "my" own system too much to risk angering the doc. The doctor was clear. He would be monitoring all my internet traffic. If I tried to call for help, my access would be cut off. The threat of the hours of boredom tied to the bed combined with my new submissive nature meant I couldn't bring myself to want to seek help. Even if I wanted to, I had no idea where I was. I got a web browser running. I began to research the science the doctor was working on. My science background as an engineer in my previous life gave me foundational knowledge on which to build. My new off-the- charts IQ allowed me to gain and process information very quickly. I found that I could read far faster than I could read before. I found that I could retain everything I read. Long forgotten science and math classes came back easily to me. I began to feel the joy of accomplishment. It felt like I was doing something productive again. I voraciously devoured all the research I could find related to what the doctor was working on. Over the weeks, as my knowledge grew, I could offer much more expansive help on the doctor's work. By the beginning of December, I had pieced together enough of what he was doing to realize that he was trying to make a zero-point energy device. I redirected my focus now that I knew what the goal was. Shortly after the new year, I was convinced that it wouldn't work. I had been able to mentally assemble enough of the various research to solve the cosmological constant problem. At least I think I had. Now I had to tell the doctor the bad news. "[Like, doc, like can you totes check this for me? Like, pretty please yeah?] I lisped like a valley girl. "What is it?" he growled. "[Like, I think I like totally solved? The like cosmological constant problem, like totally?]" "Yeah right," he said. A few minutes passed. Finally, he added, "Let me see." I showed him the pile of various research and how I had put it together. "Go type," he said. I minced back over to the typing tutor, and let him digest my work. I was getting pretty good at typing in long nails. The stupid rings in my ring fingernails would sometimes press the wrong keys. Other than that, I was up to mid-seventies in corrected words per minute. The rest of the day proceeded much like any other. I only managed to suck thirty-six dicks that night. When I woke back up, I re-reviewed the most interesting research I could find on the problem. I couldn't find any research I hadn't already read. I was more convinced of my theory than before. Later that day, the doctor called me over. "Explain this to me," he said. This was unusual. Usually, he was merely ticked off whenever I figured out something he hadn't. In my lisping, up-talking valley girl way, I explained that, if true, the zero-point energy device he wanted was impossible. It was still distracting to talk with a large fake penis flopping just in front of my mouth. I could see him getting mad. I quickly suggested that a relatively simple experiment could verify my theory or prove me wrong. He was happy at the suggestion that I may be proved wrong. I laid out the experiment setup and the two possible results. One result that would prove me wrong, and one result that would prove me right. To my surprise, he agreed we should set up and conduct the experiment. For the next month, my days were filled with helping him set up the experiment. I found out just how weak I was. Each arm couldn't pick up more than about 3 pounds (basically a full bottle of ketchup). I had to leave all the heavy lifting to others. On the positive side, I found that my fine motor skills were exceptional. I quickly gained a very fine, detailed skill at soldering. I could whip together a circuit board like it was nothing. Every night was the same. I was restrained the same as the first night. On my knees, face smooshed against a wall, sucking anonymous dicks through a glory hole in the wall. By day, groundbreaking, history- changing research. By night, cocksucker. It blew my mind when I thought about it. Every day it seemed that the doctor accepted me as a little more as a colleague and not just a slut. One day I asked why he didn't just cut off Titan Tits enormous boobs and grow some more proportional ones that she could walk with. He explained that he had tried that, but the nanorobotic devices used to prevent aging were too effective. He once cut them off and she began to eat anything she could get her hands on. He began to dump protein drink down her throat just to keep her from gnawing on things. The more she consumed, the more her breasts regrew. She finally stopped eating when her breasts had resumed their previous size. He explained that he used the same devices on me. If I were to do anything to change my body, it would just regrow. I asked why he didn't just reprogram the nanorobotic devices. He told me it would be too much work. I offered to do it for him. He looked at me in an odd way. He told me there was no way he was giving me access to the device's quantum encryption key. He showed me a high-capacity thumb-drive he kept on a chain around his neck. He kept the complex mathematical key on the thumb drive. He told me it was encrypted and only he knew the password. He insisted it would stay with him. I asked where Titan Tits went when she wasn't being fucked by a machine in his lab. "Oh, she is quite an attraction in the club upstairs," he said. "Enough of this discussion, back to work," he said dismissing any further questions. As usual, when he was done with me talking to him, the large fake cock dangling from my head harness slammed into my mouth and down my throat. After that, anytime I even hinted at helping to modify poor Titan Tits body, he would glare at me and I would find myself with a fake cock stuffed down my throat. I admit it was an effective way of ending the conversation. I was barely aware anymore of the trail of vaginal lubrication I left everywhere I went. My pussy was always sopping wet. I was always dripping secretions. Finally, the day came to run the experiment. February 24th. The day I was proved right. The doctor was so disappointed. I couldn't decide if he was more disappointed that I was right, or that his zero-point energy device would never work. "[Like, I'm like totally, like sorry? That, like, your zero-point energy device, like, won't work?]" "Oh shut up" "[Like, I've been like researching? Some like totally fusion? Like I think that we could like totally build a fusion device instead?]" I hated up-talking. It made every phrase sound like a question. My voice was high-pitched enough that if it wasn't so soft, it would have driven animals nuts for miles around. "Fusion," he asked? "Fusion," he said contemplatively. "Yeah, that could work." I laid out my plans. I laid out why previous attempts were not successful or of limited success. I laid out how we could solve those problems. The technology we would invent. The energy it would produce. The safety functions it would contain. Month after month our work progressed. Night after night I would suck cocks. It was a weird double-life. By mid-October, our prototype was nearing completion. Some preliminary power-up tests showed things were stable. That night, as I lay waiting for the swirling patterns to stop, I began to contemplate the state of affairs. I began to wonder if anyone on the outside missed the old me. Were they still looking? That night I started a new program. The usual research showed on the main windows. Off in the corner, I connected to a remote server. Then another. I ran a program that responded only in binary. I did the binary math in my head, calculating each letter that output as the binary flashed by. No more than three lines of code showed in the narrow window at any particular time. I responded in binary as well. None of this looked all that unusual since I often wrote small programs in binary. I ran a text-only web browser running on the remote server. I piped the output through the binary filter. It was slow work, but I ran what I figured was an undetectable web-search for my old self. It turns out that they had very good security-cam footage of my abduction, but no clues as to if I was still alive or my whereabouts. The next day, I began to think about and wish for escape. I surreptitiously soldered up a GPS device while I was working on the fusion reactor. It couldn't get a signal in the lab. I had to risk it. I slid it between my boobs and into my corset when the doctor had to go to the bathroom. I hoped that during the night it would log my location as I sucked dicks. Sure enough, the next day, I had my coordinates. At night, I bounced through a series of remote servers. I worked purely in binary mode. I kept up normal research in the foreground. I didn't need to read the normal research. Long ago I had read everything published on fusion technology. I covertly sent in a series of anonymous tips about the unsolved kidnapping of both Sarah and myself. I gave our exact coordinates. The work on the fusion reactor continued by day. My work on rescue continued by night. October 31st. Halloween. Almost twenty-one months after I had been kidnapped, we did it. The fusion reactor started up. We were continuously feeding it tiny amounts of deuterium. It was producing helium and more power than it was using to contain the reaction. It was self-sustaining and generating power. A total success. This, of course, didn't stop the doctor from locking my hands in the plastic gloves and locking my nipples to the wall. He smashing my lips against the glory hole and left me there to suck cocks. He went presumably back down to the lab to continue to monitor the reactor and revel in victory. I was sucking my seventeenth dick of the evening when a tremendous boom shook my small room. The music immediately cut out. The member down my throat pulled out suddenly. Sounds of screaming could be heard. I was terrified, alone, bound, and helpless.