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Incredible ChangesChapter 248: Final Testing Or It Is? free porn video
Time for me to get this show on the road.
Breakfast was the standard fare of eggs, bacon, toast, fruit, and such.
Like yesterday, Lena got a seat next to me. When she came to sit with her tray, she had an egg-white and spinach biscuit, two fruit cups, two parfaits, orange juice, and milk.
“I promise not to eat your food. Get you some protein. You are going to need it,” Lena told me.
Some protein it is.
She gave me a big smile when I came back with an egg and cheese omelet, yogurts, and some of the breakfast steaks. The place in my brain did seem happy that my body had some extra resources to draw upon when I hadn’t stopped to eat something all day long.
Karen walked us over to the student center and made sure we met the people who were going to give us the nickel tour. When that finished, they would take us over to where we were getting to look at the schedules for the labs and exams. While the campus was large, much of it was parking lots, sports fields, a basketball arena, indoor and outdoor pools, running track, and indoor practice fields. They had a lot of buildings too, but over half of those had been converted from classrooms to offices when newer, larger, and more modern buildings completed construction. The majority of where we would be spending our time testing was between the classrooms where they taught the higher-level classes and those with the various labs.
Our guide knew of the unique chaperoning situation, so she ensured that we knew where every unisex bathroom was in the various buildings, including going into each of them. Once the tour concluded, she handed us off to a woman that was unquestionably a career college administrator. For the next hour, we went over the various testing and lab exams that each of us is going to take. We had to juggle the schedule to ensure that all six of us took the same lab or exams except when Karen was free to escort the girls that weren’t testing with me.
Sorry lady. As much as you want to make this as painful as it was before computers, you need to embrace that it is how it is going done these days.
“According to my records, each of your qualification exams will include laboratory examinations in the biology building at one PM this afternoon. All of you will attend it, have a break for dinner, and then return at seven PM to do another,” she told us. “As you are all still children, I hope that you can control your hormones. Some of the exams cover human anatomy and physiology. Outside of an educational setting, they wouldn’t allow children to engage in actions required for these laboratory exams. Young ladies, if you are still insecure about others viewing the effects of cold on your nipples, then you may wish to ensure you are wearing one of the available lab coats.”
I think by the time we get to that lab at seven tonight, the girls will be more self-conscious about how much their bodies stink from all the running back and forth we are going to be doing.
It was already twelve-thirty when the administrator let us go so we would get to our first exam on time.
I had suggested that we get something at the student center to eat on the way over to our first lab exam when Lena said, “Trust me, you don’t want to have anything in your stomach for the first lab. It is human anatomy and physiology. You will get sick and barf.”
As hungry as a few girls were when we arrived, Lean had given them good advice. We were taken into the lab to make sure we could handle the smell associated with the cadavers we would be using for the exam. Tina looked a bit green at first, but she said she would be fine. Mind over matter, or something that sounded like that.
We went back outside the lab to wait with everyone else waiting to take the lab exam. Being the oldest, they paired me up with Fran and Vicki. Tina, Lena, and Sam were in the other group. We would move corpse to corpse. Each body had multiple areas already cut open. Some would have their rib cages removed, other parts of their skulls. Every group got a different part of the human anatomy to find in every corpse with a grad teaching assistant would be there with a tablet showing them the correct part, location, and expected size. We had ten minutes per station to complete that step of the exam.
Do they have a record of how fast a group identifies the parts in question? I remember every inch of Paula’s body from putting it back together.
When my group got to the first station, we found out that we each had a different part and were being graded individually, not as a group. They only had so many stations.
Our first body was a bit unexpected. It was a girl between seven and nine based on the tablet screen we used to answer questions.
“Don’t freak out kids,” the guy at this station. “She died from a particularly nasty brain parasite that they couldn’t explain why it only fed on the left half of the brain. Her parents said she begged to have them give her body to science to have them learn what they could from her. Since they have finished their work, we have her body to use for this lab exam, and then she will be taken to the medical school.”
I’m not sure that makes it any better. At least someone put a sheet over the area between the dead girl’s legs.
When he uncovered her upper body and head, I saw that they had bisected her right down the centerline of her skull to the breastbone. My spots to find were her amygdala, thyroid, optic nerve, and mammary tissue. With half of her brain removed, it wasn’t that hard to gently use a popsicle stick to move the brain tissue to point out those objects. From her post mortem exam, they had cut her open in a Y pattern starting from her shoulders. They hadn’t removed her ribcage. The guy at the station looked a bit pleased that I was trying to find the mammary tissue. A quick check of the girl’s chest showed she hadn’t begun puberty. The milk ducts system was in place, but the mammary tissue hadn’t developed. He noted my answers down, and then it was the girl’s turns.
Man, that guy is a bit of a dick when he thinks we don’t have a clue or will get embarrassed.
Besides the questions on the table, Fran had to point out the girl’s molars, which were still up in the jawbone and required her to lift the skin off the girl’s face to point to them. She had to find the hippocampus in the brain, frontal lobe, and then the girl’s vagina. The guy thought he was smart, but Fran was smarter. She opened the abdomen, moved the intestines out of the way, found the girl’s uterus, and then pointed to the vagina. He didn’t have a big shit-eating grin after that.
We finished that station and moved on. We did laugh softly when the first group of adults after Vicki’s team had passed through, exclaimed their surprise at there being a seven-year-old girl there on the table. We couldn’t hold it in when they removed the drape from her head and chest. One man and one woman ran from the room to vomit.
“Hope they weren’t planning a career in medicine,” the woman at the station where were waiting said with a laugh. “It isn’t like that little girl was in a car crash or fell off a twenty-story building. If that got them sick, then they are in trouble.”
We went through the rest of the stations with ease. The next lab wasn’t having to do with any corpses, nor was the one after dinner, or at least not human ones.
We didn’t have long until the next exam, so we raided the vending machines, even Lena. The following lab had us going around identifying parts of mammals, reptiles, fish, and plants. Our exam models were for labs and class displays. Knowing the names of the sections was easy, but the part that I had to think about is their function. That would have made it all super simple. Unfortunately, whoever made the exam questions didn’t speak English as their primary language, or they were trying to purposely to use crazy jargon to make the test overly complicated.
I mean, who asks questions like, “Identify the anatomical feature denoted with the number of this question. Describe the function of the specified specimen area as it relates to the spread of pollen attached to the dominant parasitic organism that feeds off this specimen’s dander until it lays its eggs.”
What the fuck, right?
I went ahead to quickly note the name of the specimen and the specific part flagged by the number of the question for that specimen. Since the answers had to be written out by hand in the lab exam packet with my name on it, I got all the details and went to sit at a table to write it up, while being watched by the GTAs. Some of the questions were so absurd I ended up breaking down each part to see how they fit into the exam question. I finished before most of the class, but Lena, Vicky, and Fran completed their tests before me. They waited for me by the door to finish. From there we went to dinner.
We found out at the last minute that Fran and I were going to the advanced physics lab while the others were going to the chemistry lab. Luckily, Karen found us in the cafeteria. The physics lab is on the other side of the campus from where we headed.
The advanced physics lab was, fortunately, a team-based one. It was just Fran and I. We had to use multiple different colored lasers, each through a different medium, to have them converge as a single bean. That needed to navigate through various filters, objects, around corners, and then split the single beam into the four original colors using only prisms. Half our grade depended on how we converted the lasers back into their unique colors. The other half depended on how many balloons we popped. The tricky part was that each would only burst from a specific wavelength of light, give or take five percent. Even that wouldn’t have been too hard to figure out with the various equations, based on the different ways the light reached where we split off the beams. But this wasn’t to be a trivial lab exam. Those testing us needed to increase the difficulty of the lab to challenge us. Being a foot and quarter taller than Fran, I was doing the adjusting and placement of the objects we needed. She was doing the math based on the readings from the spectrum reflectometer to select the mediums. We had up to four hours, and yet we were already directing the colors of light down the different paths. Then we found that there were twelve balloons of random colors where some required three different light paths. We could only adjust the setup and do redesigns up until we ready for the testing of our design. After that, we turned the lasers off, stepped back, and the GTA would put the balloons into the paths and power up the lasers.
If it had been only one color of balloons per path, we would have it aced, but that would be too easy. Fran was scratching her head when I asked her if we could split the light to have the combined laser beams going partway down each path. Could we add a spinning prism that turned at a speed that would allow the needed color to be on the balloon long enough to pop it before changing to another color? We had as many of the different colored balloons we needed to make the adjustments to the speed of the spinning prisms splitting out all four laser colors long enough to pop a balloon, but it only worked in sync when we had the right combination of balloons. Otherwise, we had some rows with all the balloons popped, and the others still had balloons in them. I set up another set of balloons. She got the prisms spinning at the RPM she wanted before turning on the lasers. We don’t know which of us did it, but one of us caused each to start spinning as fast as the motors attached to them would go. If not for the slight bit of variation on where the individual colors were hitting, it would be hard to see that it wasn’t us just shooting the combined beam to the balloons. Using the slow-motion setting for taking videos, I was about to show the GTAs that we were indeed hitting the balloons with each laser color. Fran worked out some calculations. After turning down the speed of the prisms a bit, we were in business. Two runs proved that having the laser cycling between the colors, at the rate Fran wanted, the cooling of the balloon was less than the time heating time when hit by the laser.
The only factor we couldn’t adjust to accommodate was the time required to heat the balloons of different colors.
When we turned it over to the GTAs, they took pictures of the setup as they checked off boxes on the papers on their clipboards. Sensors placed at the ends of the paths verified that we were hitting that location with the four colors as specified. Once they were happy with the results, they turned off the lasers, added the balloons in, put a piece of light-absorbing plastic in the laser’s path, and then fired the lasers up to let them come up to their maximum output. When they removed the plastic blocking the light, we heard four sets of popping balloons and then a fraction of a second later another four pops. Once all the balloons popped, they said we could leave the lab now. Our setup would be reviewed in the morning to ensure it showed the same results.
I must give Fran a lot of credit. The amount of energy it took for her to do the calculations wore her out, but she still insisted she was walking back to the dorm under her own power. She said it was to show that she was every bit as tough as the college students.
College students aren’t twelve and just starting puberty, Fran.
Fran was a walking zombie when we finally made it up to the floor. The other five girls showered and passed out where they found a place to sleep. I found Karen studying in the second room, enjoying the relaxing set up to let her study. It was my responsibility to get the zombified Fran showered and into bed.
Even worse than last night, Fran was only managing to hang on to me out of pure instinct. She did pee when I put her on the toilet, and then she didn’t seem to have any problem realizing that there was something else that wanted out. It wasn’t waiting until morning. At the second squirt, I slipped back out of the stall to wait by the sinks. I could help her get cleaned up if needed, but I didn’t have to stay in there with her.
“So why were you in a stall with a little girl,” a woman I knew didn’t live on this floor asked.
I looked the woman over to notice that she had a towel in her hair and one around her body. There were panties and a long t-shirt in with the shower stuff.
I turned toward her to say, “Long story, but I’m chaperoning her and four other girls. Karen is the other chaperone but is studying for her finals and lab exams. Fran and I headed to the shower, but I thought I better let her do her business beforehand. She is barely awake as it is. Today was a lot more stressful than she expected.
Not taking her eyes off my dick, she said, “Well, you know, she sounds like she will be a while if you want to see if we can get to know each other better. Having to live in this dorm hasn’t let me go out with any guys. Now I have a great guy, with a long penis, right here in front of me. I’ve heard girls saying how you are good at making a woman get her needed relief.”
I hadn’t agreed to anything, and she still pulled me into the stall next to Fran, so I could make sure no one went into Fran’s stall. The woman took off her towel, hung it on the hook behind me, locked her arms around me, and started making out. She was already soaked before she even thought of pulling me into the stall.
“Dumb question, since I’m a guy and all,” I said. “Why don’t you rub your clit to get yourself off? It probably won’t take all that much.”
She looked down before saying softly, “The church says masturbation is a sin and makes me unclean.”
“If masturbating is that bad, then what do they say about pre-marital sex? You do know that if we have sex, you are going to most likely getting pregnant. How will that go over with your church and family? Very few women are so stupid as to go try to make the father pay child support when the father is only fifteen, and the woman is an adult. What would your church think of you being a woman sent to jail for having sex with a kid and then having his baby in prison?”
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