Lori Stapelton sat in the cold overstuffed leather chair between her mother and father. Butterflies flitted around her stomach and not in a good way. She was scared the worst she had ever been. This was the third straight day of tests, the most terrifying set yet. She did not feel safe even with her mother at her side, constantly telling her there was nothing to be afraid of. If she never saw another doctor or went to another hospital, it would be too soon.
Perhaps if she had on real clothes, it would be better. It had been two days since they took away her lucky pink paisley tee shirt, the one she wore as a condition to see the specialist. Since then, it, along with her jeans and even her panties had disappeared. She donned the flimsy paper gown that tied in the back only between experiments. She spent the rest of time while being prodded and probed naked.
"Don't worry, dear," said her mother for the millionth time. Yeah, it wasn't them stuck for hours in that buzzing machine.
Lori squirmed in the sticky chair, her bare skin finding its way to sneak out the gown. I wish I wasn't here. I wish I felt normal again.
The door opened and the white lab coat flashed before her eyes as Doctor Bernstein sat behind his desk. He shuffled through a thick stack of papers on her chart before pausing at the pink one. "Aha," he said as he proceeded to read the document.
Come on, thought Lori. It's been three days already. Get on with it.
"The patient is only eleven, is that true?" the doctor asked.
"Yes," said her mother, Martha.
"And she hasn't had her first period, correct?"
Ewww. Why does he want to talk about that? Her mother had given her the talk, so Lori knew what was in her future. But what had that to do with anything?
"Your daughter is a very unusual girl," said the doctor as her put the chart down and interlocked his fingers. "We ran the tests three times just to be positive. And we have a good hypothesis about her current condition. It appears she has an autoimmune disease."
"Is that like cancer?" blurted out Lori. "Am I going to die?"
The doctor chuckled, not exactly what the girl wanted to hear. "Not for a long time," he said. "In simple terms, your body has decided to attack your brain. In fact, it has disrupted nerves in one specific location, the area where the subject registers pleasure. To be more specific…"
The doctor continued with a long, complicated explanation that sounded to Lori like "blah, blah, blah, blah." He just would not stop. She glanced at her parents and saw the glazed look in their eyes. Doctors are so clueless.
"So, bottom line it," said her father. George Stapelton prided himself as a businessman who always made a profit.
"The normal treatment for similar conditions is not proscribed for minors."
"So she can't be cured?" asked her mother.
The doctor chuckled again. "Oh, that treatment doesn't actually cure the condition. It only slows the progression. At least in most patients. And even then she might have an occasional flareup. And it does have some severe side effects."
Lori's eyes grew wider and wider. All of a sudden she wished she had cancer.
"However," said the doctor who had another of those long, nerve-wracking pregnant pauses. Lori wished he had a better bedside manner.
The doctor opened his desk drawer and rifled through a stack of papers. "Here," he said, pulling out a green folder. "This was promising research, but the subject there was fourteen. Are you sure she is only eleven?"
"Yes," said the three Stapeltons in unison.
"Perhaps I can get a waiver. I should be able to get back to you in a day or so. In the meantime, I have one more test to try. You don't mind another day here, do you Lori?"
She wished she had a gun to shoot him with.
"Step over to the table," said the female lab tech named Natasha. Lori had seen her and her icy cold hands before.
"Okay," said the girl nervously. Every time she had been in this lab room, they had ruined her day. No one at the hospital ever told her what they were going to do to her body until after the test finished. "Should I take off the robe?"
"Not yet," said Natasha. "Just lean forward on the paper."
Resting on her elbows, Lori peeked over her shoulder. She saw the tech squirting some kind of goo on an unfamiliar tube with a rounded end the size of an adult finger. WTF?
"Don't worry," said Natasha as she pushed the girl's legs farther apart. "My girlfriend loves when I do this to her."
Lori gulped. Before she could steel herself, the icy hands contacted her exposed private region. The girl had heard from the older sisters of her friends that such touch should make her feel really, really good. It just made her irritated.
"Ready?" asked Natasha.
For what? thought Lori. Again the tech gave her no time to respond. Instead, she felt a slimy invader drawing a path up and down between her butt cheeks, seeking a target she feared.
"Just relax," said the tech. And then the strange object invaded through her sphincter. And kept going inside the girl. How the hell long was it? "Such a brave girl. That sensor will record your nerve activity during the test. Now let's get the others placed."
Lori straightened up, allowing the tech to untie the ties on her hospital robe. After it slipped from her shoulders, the naked girl turned to face the tech.
Natasha placed seven patches at strategic locations on the preteen's body. While she did this most every day, the tech allowed her hands to loiter over Lori's erogenous regions. She especially liked playing with the two pink puffy areolas that she coaxed a tiny point out of, just before applying the sticky pad that hurt like hell when she would rip it off later.
Oh, if only she weren't a patient, thought Natasha. With a sigh, she positioned the blindfold over the girl's eyes.
"Let me help you onto the table." Lori put her arms around the woman's neck and allowed the tech to gently place the patient onto the paper sheet. "Stay on your side while I hook you to the machine."
Giving in to will of the woman, Lori obeyed all of the instructions in her private darkness. Other than the sound of Natasha's voice, she could sense no other stimulant. She was so good at her schoolwork, but for four days, she had failed every test she had taken. It burned her up.
The Stapeltons returned to the doctor's office a full week later. Lori fought her parents not to go back. After playing like a normal girl with her best friend, Sarah, she just wanted to forget all about any more experiments on her body. Once she put her foot down, she transformed into an eleven-year-old stubborn-ass mule
It was only because Sarah held her hand that she entered Dr. Bernstein's office.
"Welcome back," said the man from behind the desk. "I don't know if you've met Natasha Utkin before, our fearless technician. I know she and Lori are old friends."
The girl gave the lab tech the evil eye.
"Good news," continued the doctor. "We have received permission from the original trial doctors to include Lori into their study. She would be the youngest such subject."
"Maybe we should wait," said the girl with a shaky voice.
"Nonsense," said the doctor. "The sooner, the better. You wouldn't want to miss out on years of pleasure, would you?"
Lori didn't answer. She figured she could wait until she was older, like maybe even until she finished college. On the other hand, she did hear some of her classmates gossiping about the fun their older sisters had. Undecided, she turned to her best friend.
Sarah offered her advice with a bit of bias. She had heard the same stories and had big plans for the two of them when they reached junior high. "Don't wait," she silently mouthed.
"All right," said Lori, rolling her eyes in surrender. "How long do I have to wait?"
"We can do it in about an hour," said the doctor. "It will be quick and relatively painless."
"Do you have to shave my hair off?" Lori was quite vain about the thick chestnut tresses she kept so clean and lustrous.
"No, the whole injection is through a small hole in the back of your head. No one will ever know it existed. Now, if we are agreed, I am going to send you off to be prepped, accompanied by your little friend, of course. And your parents have a bit of paperwork to go over." He pushed a button and two nurses appeared. The new arrivals whisked the Stapeltons to their respective tasks.
When they were alone, Natasha looked into the doctor's eyes. "Tell me, Boris, is this really going to help the girl?"
Dr. Bernstein shrugged his shoulders. "I have no idea. I just wanted to get hold of the nanobot technology. The original study was about using the tiny invaders to replace parts of the brain to control the subject. I would be happy if that was accomplished. Everything else is gravy."
Natasha licked her lips as she thought about the possibilities.
Lori Stapelton stared at the blank wall across from her bed. It used to have a My Tiny Tiger poster, but her parents took it away. The doctor insisted on no unnecessary stimulation until the nanobots had time to embed in her brain. No television, no music, and worst of all, no friends. The food had even turned bland. She wished for a slice of pineapple pizza almost as much as an hour of gossip with Sarah.
It had been a month and three extra days since the mechanical things got pumped into her head. You would think they would have found a place to roost by now. Stupid technology.
She closed her eyes and almost fell asleep when a knock at the door startled her. "Yes?" she said groggily.
The door swung open, and her parents entered. "Hi, honey," said her mother. "Do you want a visitor?"
Lori was about to tell them "No" when she caught sight of the figure hiding behind her father. "Sarah!"
"Hey, Lori," said her best friend.
"What are you doing here?"
"I got invited to a sleepover," said Sarah as she crossed the room to give her friend a huge hug. "If you'll have me."
"Of course. But are you allowed to be here?"
"She is," said her father. "We got a delivery from the doctor. Apparently, they are ready to continue with the next step in the trial. Just follow all the instructions."
Her mother handed the box wrapped in heavy brown paper to the girl. It was like the lost Christmas present that finally showed up. "We'll leave you two alone. But if you need anything, anything at all, just ask. The doctor said we can now indulge you with anything you require."
After the door closed, Sarah gave her friend another hug. "I missed you so much." She then took a step back. "I see you're rocking the pajama look."
Lori rolled her eyes. "I have barely left my room for the whole month. I even get my meals delivered up here." Lori rolled her eyes and made a yucky face. "I'd love to a juicy hamburger or an ice cream sundae. Or…" She diverted her gawking eyes from her friend to the package. "Let's open this up. Maybe they sent some candy."
The pair ripped the brown wrapping paper and opened the box underneath. Inside they found several objects, a squeeze tube, and a green file folder. "Darn, no candy," said Sarah disappointedly as she picked up the long thin pink plastic tube-shaped object. "I wonder what this is."
Lori gulped. "I believe that's a sensor. I suppose the doctor wants to measure my reaction. I've used it before."
"Oh yeah?" Sarah waved it around. "Where would this go?"
"Up my butt," said the matter-of-fact Lori as she reached for another object.
"Eww," said Sarah as she dropped the probe into the box. "What do you have?"
"I think it's another sensor array. I guess it goes around my neck. Want to see how it looks on me?"
"Okay." Sarah took the leather collar with the metal pads on the inside. While Lori held her chestnut hair up, her friend attached the metal ends next to the hole the nanobots were injected into. "I hadn't seen that before."
"Me neither," said Lori with a giggle. She picked up the larger ring. "This must go on the top of my head." She put it on her crown. "Do I look like a princess?"
"Yeah," said Sarah. "All ready to kiss some mechanical frogs."
Lori giggled like a little schoolgirl, long and loud, something she hadn't done in eons. Maybe the nanobots were doing something useful. "What else is in there?" she asked when she recovered her composure.
"A couple of these egg things," said Sarah. "What do you think they do?"
Lori shrugged as she searched the bottom of the box. "All that's left is the folder." She opened and pulled out two sheets of paper. "Hey, this one has your name on it."
Sarah took the proffered sheet and unfolded it. "Oh, it says it's for phase two. Yours must be first."
"All right," said Lori, her eyes gleaming. "Let's do this." At least if it meant more tests, she would be in charge of her own destiny.
"Do not open until the subject it ready to submit," she read on the outside of her folded paper. She looked at her friend and handed her the instructions. "I don't like how that was worded."
"Kind of scary, isn't it?"
"Why don't you do the reading? Just in case."
"All right," said her best friend. "If you're ready, I'll open it."
Lori nodded, giving control to her friend. I hope this is worth it, she thought.
"First, place the halo antenna on the crown of the head as level as possible.," read Sarah. "It looks pretty straight to me." She smiled at the nervous test subject. "It's going to be all right. The doctor wouldn't do anything to hurt you."
Lori almost said, "Wanna bet?" but decided not to. "Next."
"Place the radio collar on the neck one inch below the jaw line. When correct, clasp the permanent locking fasteners in proximity."
"Permanent?" asked Lori with her eyes almost bulging out.
Sarah just waved her hand. "I don't think they meant it like that. Anyway, third, flip the microswitch on the collar to activate the radio transmission unit. There should be a slight hum if it is working and a potential shock to the subject if it is not."
"A shock? Why didn't we read the instructions before putting it on?"
Sarah didn't say a word, just reached over and flipped the switch. Lori cringed, but the shock never came. "I hear a hum," she said.
"Can you feel the nanobots working?" asked Sarah.
"No. Nothing, but this hum."
Sarah turned back to the instructions. "If the subject is awake, insert the rectal probe." She looked at her friend. "Which one is that?"
"The one that you dropped into the box."
"Eww. "
Lori tugged on the waistband of her pajamas, sending them to her ankles. She then leaned forward on her elbows. "Find the tube of goo and lather it on the shaft."
Hidden in the paper, Sarah located the tube and applied it liberally to the plastic object. "Now what?"
"Find my butthole and put it at the entrance." Sarah crinkled up her nose and did as she was told. "When I say go, push it in. Natasha did it quickly."
"If you're sure."
Lori said a silent prayer and then took a deep breath. "Now."
Sarah pushed. "It went in."
"How far?"
"About a fingernail."
"It has to go all the way in. You might try twisting it back and forth as you push."
Reluctantly, Sarah did just that, watching the lubricated shaft slowly disappear. To her surprise, she heard a sound almost like purring coming from her friend's lips.
"It's in," she said finally. "Lori, are you all right?"
"That was the strangest feeling. So much better than the last time. It felt so…good."
Sarah giggled and then put her hands over her mouth. "What's so funny?" asked Lori.
"It was like we had sex, right?" That made Lori giggle a little also.
Sarah turned back to the instructions. "You have completed the setup portion of the operation. It must be done every time in order to register the reaction of the subject. You are now ready to take the baseline reading. Have the subject sit in a comfortable position. Then flip the switch on the collar to setting 1. Have the subject sit for ten minutes without moving. Then flip the switch to 0."
Sarah looked at her friend. "That sounds easy."
"Too easy," replied Lori. With a shrug, she sat on her bed with her legs crossed. She then stared at her friend who was in turn staring at the stopwatch on her phone. Aside from the hum, she felt nothing.
"Time," said Sarah after what seemed like at least an hour. She went over and flipped the microswitch again. "So, how do you feel?"
"I…You're going to think I'm silly."
"What?"
Lori bowed her head is embarrassment. "I never realized how pretty you are before. That was all I could think about while I looked at you."
Sarah's mouth dropped open. "What?"
The two girls looked at each other, almost like they had never seen each other in that light before. After a minute, Lori said, "Forget I said that. I was just being silly. What's the next test?"
Sarah feigned looking through the instructions as she tried to get the last minute out of her brain. "Here it is. Test 1. Have the test subject masturbate for five minutes. Then flip the microswitch to setting 1 and repeat." Sarah looked at her friend. "This is kind of kinky. Perhaps I should leave."
Lori shook her head no. "Please stay. I…I need you for…inspiration."
Sarah's mouth gaped even bigger. "Do you mean it?" Lori nodded. "All right. I'll just stand here and be weirded out."
Lori's hand headed toward her exposed pussy. It was an action she did since she was about seven, but usually in the bathtub. She had a few favorite fantasies, like Jimmy Bradford and Nathan Pineway, two older boys from school. But this was the first time she thought about a girl. Any girl. And this was her best friend.
"Time," said Sarah who dutifully flipped the switch.
Lori never missed a beat, ignoring her friend as she continued with her vigorous stroking. However, now that little hum intensified into a huge roar. Seconds later, her body began to quiver, and her body squirted fluid all over her nice clean comforter.
"WTF?" yelled Sarah. "Did you just pee on your bed?"
Lori was in no state to respond. She had collapsed back onto the bed and terminated the masturbation.
A curious Sarah ran her finger through the remnants and then smelled it. "It doesn't smell like my pee." Hesitantly, she tasted it. "It doesn't taste like pee." She hoped Lori hadn't heard so as not to ask why she knew what pee tasted like.
She then leaned over Lori and flipped off the collar switch to end the test. With that done, Sarah curled up next to her best friend, the one she had admired for so long. Where was this going to go from here?
Natasha Utkin stepped into the Dr. Bernstein's office. "Boris, we just got a remote reading from the Stapelton girl."
"Good," said the doctor. "I was hoping she received the package and began using it immediately. What kind of results?"
The technician handed the papers to her leader. "Baseline reading about what we got before. However, the first attempt at manual masturbation went off the chart." She glanced at the doctor, looking for a reaction. "Not a surprise?"
Bernstein only smiled. "A pleasant start, but she has a slew of hurdles to get past before we can say it is even progress. And only then can we put the nanobots through their paces.
He thought for a moment before continuing. "Contact the Stapeltons to see who had contact with her during that last test. I hope I guessed right about that other person."
Sarah kept her head on the pillow on Lori's bed with one eye on her friend and the other on the personal note she received. It contained only a short paragraph of instructions.
"Sarah, you are the key to your friend's progress in her quest to feel pleasure. She will ask you to do things, some routine and some rather bizarre. Comply with each, knowing anything Lori asks for is being directed by the nanobots within her brain. With your help, Lori will make great strides in have pleasure return to her life."
"You still here?" asked a weak voiced Lori.
"You can't get rid of me that easily," she said as she hid the paper in her pocket. "How are you feeling?"
"Ready for the next test," said Lori as she struggled to sit up.
"Do you still hear the humming?"
"Yes and no. It's almost like I can make sense out of the sounds. They give me ideas, sort of sexy ideas. I don't want to scare you off, but…"
"You won't," said Sarah, thinking back to the letter. "You can ask me anything. Anything at all."
"Like, would you remove your shirt?"
Sarah smiled and pulled her shirt over her head. Before today she would have been embarrassed to be half-naked in front of anyone, but watching Lori's reaction, she felt proud of her young body.
"I love your little buds," said Lori. "Mine are still so flat." She unbuttoned her pajama top and tossed it to the floor. That revealed two pink puffy nipples that looked luscious to Sarah. She had never thought about another girl that way. Maybe this condition Lori had was contagious.
As Lori's hands descended to her pussy, Sarah started the stopwatch app. Might just as well get another test in. At five minutes, she flipped the switch to setting 1. The resulting orgasm was not as dramatic as the first, but still satisfying.
"This is the best day ever," said Lori as she recuperated.
"Don't you usually climax when you touch yourself?"
Lori shook her head no. "I haven't in at least a year. That's what made me so scared. How about you?"
"Yeah, but nothing like yours."
"Show me."
Sarah froze. Taking off her shirt was one thing, but to be totally naked was another, Still, her best friend was starkers already. And there was the doctor's instructions. "Okay."
She started to unbutton her jeans when Lori reached over. "Let me do it." Fumbling a little, the jeans relented and ended up in the discard pile followed quickly by the strangely wet panties. Neither girl mentioned that fact.
"On three," said Lori. "One, two, three."
The girls watched each other, studying the other's technique. As the stopwatch alarm went off, they decided to switch to fingering their partner. The next alarm added kissing on the lips, followed five minutes later by nipple sucking. Each shuttered in her partner's arms a few times. And after a little break, repeated the tests. A few times. Actually, more than a few times.
Hours later, exhausted and very satisfied, the two girls fell asleep in each other's arms.
For the next week, the two girls were inseparable. And naked. Both called in sick to school, and Sarah's mother agreed to the extended sleepover. Not that they slept all that much. Lori was making up for all the pleasure she had been missing out and Sarah went along for the ride. Masturbation took a back seat when Lori asked her best friend to eat her. Using techniques learned from a perverted babysitter, Sarah obliged, causing another set of spikes on the charts. Of course, Lori had to reciprocate and soon they were in a sixty-nine for long periods of time.
Their only time out of the bedroom (and in clothes) was to visit the doctor and record their progress. He decided Sarah could act like the control subject, and she received her own halo, collar, and rectal monitor. All she was missing were the nanobots.
Speaking of which, Dr. Bernstein repurposed some from the pleasure void to covertly affect the part of the frontal lobe that controlled self-control. He also changed the more benign commands to be more risky.
On Saturday, at the recommendation of the doctor, Sarah called Jimmy Bradford and Nathan Pineway up, inviting the two eighth graders to a party of sorts. Both boys accepted the invitation and greedily became part of the therapy. At Lori's request, the boys took an active role and enjoyed deflowering the younger girls. Lori directed the action, seeming to know more about sex than any eleven-year-old should.
On Monday, the girls returned to their classes, both found it hard to concentrate on the lessons. When they could, both snuck off to the girls' room for a quick encounter. Their attempt at normal school and family life lasted almost a month until the next doctor's appointment.
The Stapeltons along with the two girls sat in from of the desk, waiting for the doctor to show up. The girls held hands and before long were fondling each other.
"Not again," said Lori's mother with an exasperated shake of the head.
"Well, well," said Dr. Bernstein as he entered the room. "How are we doing today?"
"I don't know what to say," said George. "My daughter went from not knowing what pleasure is to being a total slut with no compunction to perform anything sexual at the drop of a hat."
"Hmm." The doctor scribbled a note in his black book. "Do you have any examples?"
Lori's mother cleared her throat. "Just a few. Do you want me to just list them?"
"Yes, that would be fine."
"All right. Let's see. My daughter, sweet little innocent about two months ago, discarded all of her clothes when running around the house. If she is sitting alone, her hand is on her pussy. If Sarah is there, the two of them are in some sort of embrace where they rub their body parts together." She nodded toward the pair who obliviously kissed in the doctor's presence.
Dr. Bernstein nodded. "These are all things I would have expected. Are there more?"
George chimed in. "At your suggestion, we had two boys over. While we expected a one-time deal, they now appear almost every afternoon after school. If Sarah is there, they enjoy regular sex in the position of the day. It becomes a race between the girls to see who can get their boy off first. However, when Sarah is missing, the boys make a sandwich of my little girl."
"I could see where that might be a bit disconcerting. But there is always a bit of naive exploration at her age."
"Last week, when I was making dinner, George came home to find his daughter waiting to give him a blow job. That was on Monday. By Friday, she had progressed to give him expert deep throat sucking. And as for me, that Tuesday night, she refused to eat my chicken parmesan, normally her favorite food, instead eating my pussy right under the table while we had dinner." Lori's mother started to cry. "And it was the best I ever orgasm I ever had."
"And then we caught Lori trying to drink Sarah's pee," said Lori's father. "I mean, she got more in her hair than in her mouth. Our water bill is going up just from the extra showers."
"Is that it?" asked the doctor.
"Well," said Lori's mother. "We are going to the pound after our meeting here. Our little girl has her heart set on a rescue dog. At least a German Shepherd…"
"Oh, yeah" interrupted Lori's father. "The other day, she did want to know if there were any horse farms around with a breeding program."
The doctor closed his black book. "And what is the question you really want to know?"
The parents exchanged a glance. "Is there any way to prevent her from straying past her current activities and not becoming a total slut?" asked Lori's mother. "I mean we could use the extra money she would bring in if she turned pro, but…"
"The most likely way to prevent her from progressing further on the path you described is to add a measure of responsibility. If she were to, for instance, conceive a baby, she might in turn become responsible."
"How would she do that?" asked Lori's father.
"If you don't know…"
"No, I mean she hasn't even had a period," said Lori's mother.
The doctor opened a drawer and pulled out a bottle topped by a child-proof lid. "These will stimulate her hormones, and she should become fertile soon. Then, with a steady diet of sperm, say from a father figure, she should be giving you grandchildren in no time."
"That's kind of a big bottle," said Lori's father.
"She is such an industrious little child," said Dr. Bernstein with a chuckle. "I bet she shares them with Sarah and some of her little friends. I have some fellow doctors who could use the business. In the meantime, I'd enjoy her unique talents. Few parents get such an opportunity."
The Stapletons thanked the doctor and went off looking for a water fountain. They had one, no make that two, doses of the new drug to administer.
As they exited, they passed the technician who was listening just outside the door. "Well, Boris, what is your opinion?"
"A true success. The remote transmissions have worked as I planned. Her self-control has left her. We can create a whole classroom of sluts with the technology. Or anything else for that matter. Think of the possibilities."
Before they could celebrate, they heard a knock on the door. "Come in," called the doctor.
Little Sarah entered, her hands clasped behind her back. "Sir, can I ask a question?"
"Go ahead."
"Well, I followed the letter you sent with my name on it. I did everything Lori asked me to do."
"Yes. You were a very good friend. What do you want to know?"
"When can I have some of those bot things so I don't have to pretend to be a slut anymore?"
The doctor smiled at the preteen still in her halo and collar. "Let's go down and do it right now."