Tiffanian
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Re: Evelen (Tiffanian)
Evelen looked at the pink-haired girl sadly as she struggled with the decision, seemingly on the verge of crying. It was pretty hard to watch… but eventually she turned to Bianca and said that she would do it in a very strange, almost emotionless voice. That was weird, but the brunette took it as a sign to sign the paper for her as well, agreeing to undergo the experiments. "It’s okay, we’ll be fine" she said, reassuring the blue-skinned woman, though she had no way of knowing that. They probably wouldn’t be okay… but without the risk of failure, there could be no reward of a cure. The scientist walked out then, and four men came into the room wearing strange sorts of biohazard suits. That worried Evelen a bit, but she was able to get over it fairly quickly as they got closer, one of them calling out instructions to the others. He was an older gentleman, she could tell… The young girl had just started going to the gynecologist a year or so ago, and he looked very similar to the old guy her mom took her to, and it kind of comforted her a little bit for whatever reason.
Two of the men picked the pink-haired girl up easily, and she suddenly began to struggle again as they took her towel away. It made Evelen feel guilty for having partially pressured her into agreeing to do this, for having signed the paper for her, and she looked away as the men left some kind of cart full of medical tools inside and left, closing the door behind them with an ominous click and silencing the objections of the girl. She cooperated with the men who began to examine her, shining a light in her eyes and then groping and rubbing her ears. Apparently they were mutating too, growing and moving positions… it was a scary thought, and made her want to find the cure even more so. She listened to the rest of the old man’s observations, and none of them were good. Her reaction time was apparently slowed, and now that he said that she could tell that it was true, that there was a little delay between when he had her do something and when she actually did it. She was also really sensitive, and every time they touched her it felt really good. The old man pressed his finger to her lips, and without even thinking about it she opened her mouth wide for him, her tongue lapping at his gloved fingers as he began to push them inside, examining her teeth and getting a little sample of her saliva.
Evelen’s tail swished side to side a little bit behind her as she began to become a little better at controlling it, though not consciously. She was breathing hard too, and she didn’t know why… The men started to pick samples of fur off her body, plucking some from her tail and even her head, which made her wince each time it happened. What happened next was even worse, though… Slowly the old man spread her legs, and then he began to funnel some of her love juices into a small flask. And she was actually pretty wet. Why was she wet? Just from them touching her that little bit? She blushed, more than a little humiliated about what was happening. That seemed to finish the first part of the testing, as the younger man began to help her towards another room off to the side. There was a tiny little training toilet in the room, like the kind you potty trained on, and he led her to it and sat her down onto it. She blushed darkly, wondering just what the purpose of this was…
The younger man continued to hold Evelen as the old one came over to her and began to touch her between her legs. She squirmed a little bit, blushing, saying "no, please, what are you doing? Please no…" She could see cameras at the corners of the room, likely recording all of this. They had a perfect angle to take in her body… She noticed that the man didn’t seem to be trying to pleasure her, though. His fingers poked and teased at her urethra expertly, his hand putting pressure on her in just the right spot. The brunette’s legs began to quiver, and she felt herself beginning to lose control of her lower body… she let out a whimper as she began to piss herself, the yellow liquid making a loud noise as it splattered into the little toilet. She was so humiliated, she was sure everyone was watching this. How would this even help find the cure? She hadn’t gone for quite some time, so she had a lot to let out before finally the stream began to weaken. Once she was done the young man helped her up while the old man took her potty, emptying it into a flask for testing. Her legs felt weak and trembled beneath her, so the young man had to hold her up a bit while this happened.
The old man came back with the little toilet after a minute or so, and Evelen was made to sit down on it again. She was confused, what was happening? When she saw the big enema syringe she squirmed again, crying out "not that too! Please!" and struggling for just a few seconds before settling down and allowing it. She didn’t have any choice, she had signed up for this. She just had to trust that it would actually be productive in finding a way to reverse the mutations. She felt the cold syringe press against her little pucker, slowly sliding inside, and couldn’t help but squirm because of how uncomfortable it was. That was nothing compared to when the old guy began to press on the plunger, though, squeezing the cold liquid into her insides. She whimpered and groaned, the pressure within her growing with each second as he filled her up. She felt bad, and it was only going to get worse, because he quickly withdrew the syringe and began to refill it… The brunette began to cry a little as she had the cool liquid squirted inside her for a second time, her flat little belly slowly expanding as she was filled. Again he took the syringe for refilling, and she closed her eyes tight as she whimpered out, her face bright red. By the time he had forced the third load of liquid into her she felt really uncomfortable, her stomach bloated and feeling the pressure of all that inside her. Even so she struggled to hold it in. It was just too humiliating, the idea of being made to shit not just in front of these two men, but on camera. Seemingly the older one noticed that she was holding it and gave her a light smack on the butt, making her yelp out and clench desperately, but a second gentle spank made her lose all control.
With a loud noise the brunette’s bowels erupted into the little training toilet, mixed shit and liquid splattering against it as she went completely limp in the younger scientist’s arms. She was utterly mortified, and it wasn’t even over yet… The old man was filling up the syringe all over again even while shit continued to dribble out of her. Again she was made to shit in front of them, and then again, until nothing but the liquid came out as her thighs quivered and her poor pucker twitched. They had gone through the process four times by then, and she felt as humiliated as she had ever been. She couldn’t even bring herself to struggle as she was picked up, her backside and inner thighs cleaned with a towel before she was carried on into another room once they had stored her shit next to her piss in various flasks. Evelen finally found herself on a hard bed, like a hospital bed, and they stripped off her broken and burned heels and whatever little bit of clothing that still clung to her by a thread. When that was done they tied her wrists and ankles to the bedposts, leaving her spread-eagle and very exposed. She began to cry a little bit as she looked up, realizing that the ceiling was made of glass and that there was a large number of people looking down on the scene.
The two men placed some sort of sensors on her big breasts then, others on her head and a few other places, and she closed her eyes as she waited for whatever might happen. The men touched her all over her body, groping her with their gloves and cold metal instruments that she didn’t recognize. They made Evelen open her mouth and put a tube inside, and then forced two more into both her lower holes… and she couldn’t deny that she was getting turned on. Even though they didn’t seem to be touching her with the intent of arousing her, her body was just so sensitive at the moment that she was starting to heat up, squirming around for a different reason now. She groaned out in pain as one of them pricked her arm, starting to draw blood from her with another syringe. That wasn’t so bad, she could handle that… What came next was a bit tougher to deal with, though. They attached different little implements to her, mostly focused on her breasts, belly, and inner thighs, and before long she felt herself being shocked. They were only brief, weak pulses of electricity, and they only hurt her a little bit. Mostly they just made her muscles tense and relax rapidly, and they almost felt… good. She was already so aroused, and she began to moan out around the tube in her mouth as she sucked on it gently, bucking her hips wildly and aimlessly. After only a few minutes she cried out loudly, squirting love juices into the tube her virgin pussy was weakly convulsing around. Things seemed to speed up from there, as she was just so tired and humiliated and screwed up that she was barely conscious. There were more tests over the course of several hours, though by the end of it she wouldn’t have been able to say what all had been done to her. At the very end she was tattooed very high up on her right inner thigh, and she passed out halfway through the process.
Evelen woke up alone on a rather plain, hard bed without any blankets. She was naked except for a wristband with a barcode on it, something like you got when you were admitted to a hospital. She was in mild pain all over, her body so sore after the tests, and the room was full of cameras. There was only one thing that struck her as really weird, though, and that was that her hair had grown quite a lot, all the way until it touched her breasts. The door was open, and close to it on a little end table was a glass of water, a bit of bread, and some pills. Slowly the brunette got up and walked towards the door, tentatively asking "is anyone here?" She would start to nibble on the bread once she got to it, kind of hungry, but she didn’t want to take pills without knowing they were actually meant for her.
Evelen looked at the pink-haired girl sadly as she struggled with the decision, seemingly on the verge of crying. It was pretty hard to watch… but eventually she turned to Bianca and said that she would do it in a very strange, almost emotionless voice. That was weird, but the brunette took it as a sign to sign the paper for her as well, agreeing to undergo the experiments. "It’s okay, we’ll be fine" she said, reassuring the blue-skinned woman, though she had no way of knowing that. They probably wouldn’t be okay… but without the risk of failure, there could be no reward of a cure. The scientist walked out then, and four men came into the room wearing strange sorts of biohazard suits. That worried Evelen a bit, but she was able to get over it fairly quickly as they got closer, one of them calling out instructions to the others. He was an older gentleman, she could tell… The young girl had just started going to the gynecologist a year or so ago, and he looked very similar to the old guy her mom took her to, and it kind of comforted her a little bit for whatever reason.
Two of the men picked the pink-haired girl up easily, and she suddenly began to struggle again as they took her towel away. It made Evelen feel guilty for having partially pressured her into agreeing to do this, for having signed the paper for her, and she looked away as the men left some kind of cart full of medical tools inside and left, closing the door behind them with an ominous click and silencing the objections of the girl. She cooperated with the men who began to examine her, shining a light in her eyes and then groping and rubbing her ears. Apparently they were mutating too, growing and moving positions… it was a scary thought, and made her want to find the cure even more so. She listened to the rest of the old man’s observations, and none of them were good. Her reaction time was apparently slowed, and now that he said that she could tell that it was true, that there was a little delay between when he had her do something and when she actually did it. She was also really sensitive, and every time they touched her it felt really good. The old man pressed his finger to her lips, and without even thinking about it she opened her mouth wide for him, her tongue lapping at his gloved fingers as he began to push them inside, examining her teeth and getting a little sample of her saliva.
Evelen’s tail swished side to side a little bit behind her as she began to become a little better at controlling it, though not consciously. She was breathing hard too, and she didn’t know why… The men started to pick samples of fur off her body, plucking some from her tail and even her head, which made her wince each time it happened. What happened next was even worse, though… Slowly the old man spread her legs, and then he began to funnel some of her love juices into a small flask. And she was actually pretty wet. Why was she wet? Just from them touching her that little bit? She blushed, more than a little humiliated about what was happening. That seemed to finish the first part of the testing, as the younger man began to help her towards another room off to the side. There was a tiny little training toilet in the room, like the kind you potty trained on, and he led her to it and sat her down onto it. She blushed darkly, wondering just what the purpose of this was…
The younger man continued to hold Evelen as the old one came over to her and began to touch her between her legs. She squirmed a little bit, blushing, saying "no, please, what are you doing? Please no…" She could see cameras at the corners of the room, likely recording all of this. They had a perfect angle to take in her body… She noticed that the man didn’t seem to be trying to pleasure her, though. His fingers poked and teased at her urethra expertly, his hand putting pressure on her in just the right spot. The brunette’s legs began to quiver, and she felt herself beginning to lose control of her lower body… she let out a whimper as she began to piss herself, the yellow liquid making a loud noise as it splattered into the little toilet. She was so humiliated, she was sure everyone was watching this. How would this even help find the cure? She hadn’t gone for quite some time, so she had a lot to let out before finally the stream began to weaken. Once she was done the young man helped her up while the old man took her potty, emptying it into a flask for testing. Her legs felt weak and trembled beneath her, so the young man had to hold her up a bit while this happened.
The old man came back with the little toilet after a minute or so, and Evelen was made to sit down on it again. She was confused, what was happening? When she saw the big enema syringe she squirmed again, crying out "not that too! Please!" and struggling for just a few seconds before settling down and allowing it. She didn’t have any choice, she had signed up for this. She just had to trust that it would actually be productive in finding a way to reverse the mutations. She felt the cold syringe press against her little pucker, slowly sliding inside, and couldn’t help but squirm because of how uncomfortable it was. That was nothing compared to when the old guy began to press on the plunger, though, squeezing the cold liquid into her insides. She whimpered and groaned, the pressure within her growing with each second as he filled her up. She felt bad, and it was only going to get worse, because he quickly withdrew the syringe and began to refill it… The brunette began to cry a little as she had the cool liquid squirted inside her for a second time, her flat little belly slowly expanding as she was filled. Again he took the syringe for refilling, and she closed her eyes tight as she whimpered out, her face bright red. By the time he had forced the third load of liquid into her she felt really uncomfortable, her stomach bloated and feeling the pressure of all that inside her. Even so she struggled to hold it in. It was just too humiliating, the idea of being made to shit not just in front of these two men, but on camera. Seemingly the older one noticed that she was holding it and gave her a light smack on the butt, making her yelp out and clench desperately, but a second gentle spank made her lose all control.
With a loud noise the brunette’s bowels erupted into the little training toilet, mixed shit and liquid splattering against it as she went completely limp in the younger scientist’s arms. She was utterly mortified, and it wasn’t even over yet… The old man was filling up the syringe all over again even while shit continued to dribble out of her. Again she was made to shit in front of them, and then again, until nothing but the liquid came out as her thighs quivered and her poor pucker twitched. They had gone through the process four times by then, and she felt as humiliated as she had ever been. She couldn’t even bring herself to struggle as she was picked up, her backside and inner thighs cleaned with a towel before she was carried on into another room once they had stored her shit next to her piss in various flasks. Evelen finally found herself on a hard bed, like a hospital bed, and they stripped off her broken and burned heels and whatever little bit of clothing that still clung to her by a thread. When that was done they tied her wrists and ankles to the bedposts, leaving her spread-eagle and very exposed. She began to cry a little bit as she looked up, realizing that the ceiling was made of glass and that there was a large number of people looking down on the scene.
The two men placed some sort of sensors on her big breasts then, others on her head and a few other places, and she closed her eyes as she waited for whatever might happen. The men touched her all over her body, groping her with their gloves and cold metal instruments that she didn’t recognize. They made Evelen open her mouth and put a tube inside, and then forced two more into both her lower holes… and she couldn’t deny that she was getting turned on. Even though they didn’t seem to be touching her with the intent of arousing her, her body was just so sensitive at the moment that she was starting to heat up, squirming around for a different reason now. She groaned out in pain as one of them pricked her arm, starting to draw blood from her with another syringe. That wasn’t so bad, she could handle that… What came next was a bit tougher to deal with, though. They attached different little implements to her, mostly focused on her breasts, belly, and inner thighs, and before long she felt herself being shocked. They were only brief, weak pulses of electricity, and they only hurt her a little bit. Mostly they just made her muscles tense and relax rapidly, and they almost felt… good. She was already so aroused, and she began to moan out around the tube in her mouth as she sucked on it gently, bucking her hips wildly and aimlessly. After only a few minutes she cried out loudly, squirting love juices into the tube her virgin pussy was weakly convulsing around. Things seemed to speed up from there, as she was just so tired and humiliated and screwed up that she was barely conscious. There were more tests over the course of several hours, though by the end of it she wouldn’t have been able to say what all had been done to her. At the very end she was tattooed very high up on her right inner thigh, and she passed out halfway through the process.
Evelen woke up alone on a rather plain, hard bed without any blankets. She was naked except for a wristband with a barcode on it, something like you got when you were admitted to a hospital. She was in mild pain all over, her body so sore after the tests, and the room was full of cameras. There was only one thing that struck her as really weird, though, and that was that her hair had grown quite a lot, all the way until it touched her breasts. The door was open, and close to it on a little end table was a glass of water, a bit of bread, and some pills. Slowly the brunette got up and walked towards the door, tentatively asking "is anyone here?" She would start to nibble on the bread once she got to it, kind of hungry, but she didn’t want to take pills without knowing they were actually meant for her.
