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(Medical Experiments, continued by Clint...)

Your phone rings, it’s the clinic, they want you to go in tomorrow.

Gloria, your girlfriend’s mom, insists you should, to reverse the serum.

You convince her to go with you.

You arrive in the morning, filling out forms. You go into the room. Doctor Mandy is there with a larger group of observers.

You’re embarrassed. You see Gloria at the back. She looks at you reassuringly.

As instructed you remove your clothes, cock hard and throbbing.

“Well, we all can see you’re aroused,” Doctor Mandy says sarcastically.

A voice from the back says, “Oh god yes.”

Everyone turns around.

Gloria is back against the wall. Her top discarded on the floor.

“Well well,” says Doctor Mandy. “Interesting. Are you two together?”

She nods furiously. “My daughter’s boyfriend.”

“Well. Did you have sex yesterday with Steve?”

She looks down. Tears in her eyes.

“Yes.”

So the serum can be transferred via bodily fluids.

“Interesting,” Doctor Mandy says. “Come to the front, Gloria.”

Reluctantly she does, her breasts swaying.

“Would you undress for us please.”

She looks around but the serum is giving her no choice.

Suddenly a big screen comes on, it’s being streamed to other clinics.

“Oh god,” Gloria mutters.

Kicking off her shoes, Dropping her skirt, panties. Standing, flushed pink.

Doctor Mandy smiles softly.

Somebody fetches a reclining chair.

“Please sit” Doctor Mandy insists.

Nurse Jenny walks up to her. A distinct grin on her face.

“Okay, Gloria, do women turn you on”

“No, no,” she answers quickly.

Jenny leans over her, tracing a finger along Gloria’s pussy.

“Oh fucking god,” Gloria mutters, “Oh that’s nice.”

Her legs quiver, lifting open on the arms of the chair. Exposing herself.

The audience seeing her engorged lips.

“Well she likes women now,” Doctor Mandy retorts.

Jenny’s finger teases Gloria’s clit, another on her nipple.

She’s close, so fucking close.

Whimpering as she explodes, like never before.

Lying back exhausted, legs still wide, the seat soaking.

The camera pans to you.

Helmet engorged, sensitive as hell.


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