Clinical Trials Ch 02 1

Authors note

Thank you for the feedback. I hope you find this chapter as hot to read as I was writing it.

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The dial tone on the phone rang twice before being picked up. Emi pacing on the other end nervously.

'Dr Fray's office, this is Melody speaking. How can I help?'

'Good morning Melody, is Dr Fray available right now?'

'He's currently in with a patient, may I ask who's wanting to speak to him?'

'Oh, um, it's Emi Park.'

Melody grinned as she span in her chair, twisting a lock of her chestnut hair around her finger. She remembered Emi, the cute but shy young asian here a few days ago that had just started her journey in the trial.

'Oh! Emi! Look, I can leave a message but Dr Fray's pretty busy today. You're due to see him tomorrow morning right? Is it urgent? Are you in pain?'

Emi chewed her lip contemplating just how non urgent her condition was. No, she wasn't in any pain, she felt great in fact, it was just...

She looked again at her reflection in the mirror, her hair now reaching past her shoulders, her boobs pressed up and stretched her once baggy tshirt, her nipples poking through the fabric obscenely. She sighed inwardly, 'I'm fine Melody, it's nothing urgent. I'll see you tomorrow morning, thanks.'

'Okay! See you then, bye!' Melody hung up the phone before going back to grazing her nipples lightly with her fingers, wondering just how much the other girls tits have grown by now.

Emi turned around and lifted her shirt, her panties stretching painfully across her ass, riding up her crack. She winced and pulled them down. A small wet patch clearly visible on them. There was no way she could squeeze her ass into any of her underwear anymore.

She gave up on her bras 2 days ago but the change of her body was still subtle then. She hadn't realised just how much had changed until she woke up this morning and nothing would fit her.

She'd spent the day going through her wardrobe whilst trying to ignore the nagging need in the back of her mind to touch herself. It was inconvenient and frustrating as she moved around her apartment all day. She had finally tried to get in contact with Dr Fray to get some answers.

It would be a week tomorrow since she started the medication. She was sure Dr Fray could tell her what, exactly, was happening to her body. How did her body become the now proper hour glass shape in comparison to her slim but lithe body type from before?

The amazing part was she felt great. She was full of energy, hadn't experience any pains or headaches that had plagued her for years since her appointment and overall felt... normal.

She even felt horny for gods sake. Well, what she imagined horny to feel like since she'd never particularly felt this need to touch herself incessantly before. Her skin was always sensitive and covered in goosebumps. Her nipples aching painfully and rock hard. Her clit and pussy throbbing through out the night.

She didn't dare but touch herself lightly over those areas, afraid of the over sensitivity she experienced when she attempted to touch with more purpose. The zap, not so different than a static shock, welcoming her each time.

It also meant she was constantly fidgeting, squirming and distracted in class. Not that she's attended any physical classes in the last 2 days, barely finding anything appropriate to wear that would fit her growing tits and ass. She'd ordered some new underwear, taking a wild guess of her new sizes, but they weren't due to arrive until next week.

Julie has been bombarding her phone with messages asking if she was okay and did she want her to bring anything over, or just hangout and eat comfort food. But Emi had denied her quickly, feeling too embarrassed to be around anyone at the moment. Plus, the way Julie had been groping her and loudly voicing how she was going through puberty again made her more excited than she wanted to admit.

Her pussy fluttered again at the thought and she groaned, her knees going weak as she sank to the floor in front of her mirror. She looked at her reflection, amazed at how her cheeks flushed and her eyes glazed in the light. She blushed deeper at just how slutty she looked on her knees, nothing but a tshirt too tight for her large bust, while her pussy throbbed and fluttered.

It was almost as if she was in a haze as she brought her finger tips to lightly trace under her boobs, sliding them softly up and around her nipples, her lips parting slightly. The heat in her belly grew as she slowly and softly teased her sensitive tits.

It was somehow even more hot watching herself as she pinned her nipples between her thumb and forefinger, slightly squeezing and letting go, not hard enough to hurt but almost pumping them, every time she squeezed sending jolts from her nipples straight to her clit.

She reached down and lifted her shirt up until her boobs were now naked to her view. They felt hot and heavy, the skin almost burning when she placed them in her small palms. She squeezed, feeling the weight and size in her hands. The feeling was so intoxicating she squeezed even harder-

She gasped letting go and dropping onto all fours. The feeling of being zapped once again rocking her body making her breathless. It took her a few seconds to catch her breath before she realised she had her nipples rubbing the carpet and her ass high in the air behind her.

Emi groaned as she righted herself, internally admonishing herself for the lack of control. God, its not like she was some street whore desperate to be fucked. Surely it must be the medication heightening her libido. It was listed as a potential side effect of the trial in the documents after all.

'Get a grip Emi, jesus christ,' she chastised before getting up and heading into the kitchen for some dinner. Just one more night until she got some answers from Dr Fray. She'd be fine. As long as she stopped touching herself like a stupid slut.

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'Doors now closing.'

The doors to the overcrowded train barely missed the button of Emi's cardigan on their way shut. She pushed back into the carriage, trying to avoid her tits pressing up right against the cold glass on the doors.

It was lucky to have managed to find a old skirt that had hidden in the back of her closet for being too big. It now sat snugly on her hips, the length riding dangerously high and to be honest, not quite modest enough to wear out in public. Not as fortunate in finding a suitable top, all she managed was to throw an oversized cardigan on top of a too small tshirt to attempt to hide her growing chest.

She could have sworn they felt even heavier than yesterday. Her hands clapsed in front of her waist, attempting to hold the cardigan together and protecting herself from pressing further into the door. The coolness of the glass satisfyingly icing the heat of her skin on her boobs.

Emi shifted her weight from one side to the other, trying to ease the tingling between her legs as her nipples hardened against the cool glass. She felt so exposed as the bodies around her pressed into her with every rock of the carriage. How she was going to last the 40 minute train ride to Dr Fray's office was a mystery in itself.

The rolling hills they were travelling through held her gaze and she attempted to take her mind off the oversensitivity covering every inch of her skin. Once she solved the issue of the intensified sexual urges the clinical trial had caused, everything would be perfect.

She smiled, letting her mind wander into the future she now potentially held. She could go surfing with Julie, maybe travel overseas or go out drinking and socialising without contantly being crippled in pain.

She maybe even wanted to try dating again. Meet a nice guy a few years her senior... someone who was intelligent and passionate. An unselfish lover that cared about her pleasure in bed as well. He'd trace his fingers between her thighs-

Wait.

Emi's focus snapped right back to reality. There were fingers tracing the back of her thighs currently. So lightly she probably wouldn't have noticed if not for how prickly her skin had been feeling lately. The sensation almost soothing on her body.

She made to turn away from the fingers slowly creeping higher but found herself tightly tucked inbetween the person touching her and the train doors. She made to raise her voice and remove the perpetrators hand but her eyes caught her own reflection in the glass.

Her cardigan had popped open, showing how her tshirt was pulled tight across her tits, nipples hard and poking through the fabric. She knew her skirt barely covered her ass and her face flushed red with what looked to be excitement rather than shame. Even her lips looked juicy, plump and red from how often she'd been chewing on it.

She looked like an absolute attention seeking slut. The old her would have already been making a scene but... she contemplated just how she was going to get someone to believe she didn't want this when she was dressed the way she was.

It also meant that she would potentially hold up the train and miss her appointment with Dr Fray. That was something she couldn't miss today. She needed answers and it was so important for her weekly check ups according to the documents she was given.

She jostled about, attempting to dislodge the fingers now tracing right underneath the skin connecting her ass to the back of her thighs. It only made her boobs slide and rub against the glass, while the heat between her legs became more apparent.

Panting softly now, Emi gave up and tried to be as still as possible. Hoping maybe the perpetrator would get bored eventually and leave her alone. She had half an hour of the trip left. He very well couldn't fuck her in this full carriage. She'll just have to live with getting felt up for a bit.

The fingers grazed higher onto her ass cheeks, circling in a ticklish way that almost made her start squirming again. Then she felt it turn to the warm firm grip of hands. They palmed and squeezed, groping her ass under her skirt. Then they glided higher to her hips, pausing.

Oh no. Emi blushed harder. She'd forgone wearing her panties since none of them fit her anymore and only gave her extremely uncomfortable wedgies. Yet this guy feeling her up... well... he's definitely noticed her lack of underwear.

The hands moved slowly down, then back up over the hips where her panties would normally sit. The hands gripped her tighter then loosened. One went back to kneading one of her cheeks, as the other one started tapping her other in short firm increments.

Emi stifled the urge to gasp. She had no doubt in her mind that it was to imitate him slapping her ass. The only reason being if he did actually slap her ass he'd get caught groping her.

This- This pervert actually had the nerve to spank her! Like she was some misbehaving child. Shame enveloped Emi's mind and she looked down, feeling her cheeks flame. She wasn't a slut. She was experiencing odd side effects from medication and it wasn't her fault that-

'Nghhh-' she stifled her moan as he slid his palms across her ass. Before she could rip his hands off her ass, he held both of her cheeks in a vice like grip and spread them. Emi whimpered as the emptiness in her pussy became insanely pronounced. Her clit braving the soft caresses of the cold air.

'Shhhhh... be good,' the man behind her whispered into her ear. She felt him press his still clothed hardened cock inbetween her cheeks, his hands finally falling away from her ass and coming to her front, sliding from her ribs, up underneath her top to cup her breasts, kneading them slowly and firmly.

Emi bit her lip as another moan almost slipped out. Oh god why did this have to feel so good. She wanted him to stop touching her already. Her skin was on fire and the emptiness in her pussy was only more pronounced as he pressed himself against her.

'Please...' she breathed, only soft enough for herself to hear. She wasn't sure if she was begging for him to stop... or to fill the aching emptiness inside her. Her mind was hazy with need but still with enough clarity to try fighting against it.

He circled his fingers around her nipple and she struggled to keep her whimper from being heard as she trembled. She could hear a soft chuckle escape him as he finally pinched them, rolling them between his hot fingers.

She gasped as her eyes rolled back. Oh god it felt so amazing, her thighs rubbing together as waves of pleasure radiated from her tits. She could feel her pussy clench as she barely stopped herself from grounding her ass into the stranger behind her.

The heat of one of his hands slowly pulled away, sliding back down to her ass and cupping it. Now one hand kneading her tit as the other played with her ass cheek, he leaned closer to her ear and inhaled deeply.

'You wanted this, didn't you little slut?'

Emi trembled as her pussy clenched and she could feel herself get even more wet as the man played with her body. She could feel his hand move from her ass slowly to her pussy, grazing her wet slit with one finger.

'No panties, dripping wet...'

Emi could cry. Her body felt so hot and his hands felt so good but she knew it was wrong to enjoy being preyed on like this. She wasn't asking for it. Yet her body was practically begging for it. She tried to move away again only to be shuffled into a inconspicuous corner as other passengers disembarked.

She mentally counted and realised they were half way in the journey to her stop. She just needed to keep her wits about her until then. She groaned as she felt him graze her pussy lips again with his fingers. It was easier said then done when he was getting her body this hot with his teasing touches.

'Stop... please...' she whispered softly as he flicked her nipple again. 'Please, Hawthorn station... need to get- ngh... off'.

He chuckled as he gave her tit another firm squeeze. His finger slowly moving around the entrance to her pussy, collecting her slick juices on his finger. Her muscles froze as she felt his finger slowly drag the wetness from her entrance towards her clit, circling it leisurely. Never quite touching it, just simply grazing it occasionally as it smeared her juices around it. The soft teasing causing her thighs to twitch as her pussy quivered. Her skin flushing as her body responded, both in pleasure and in humiliation.

Her pussy squeezed every time his fingers dipped back to tease it, sometimes just mimicing the circling he was doing to her clit. Other times, tapping her entrance softly, never going inside her. He took his time swiping his finger along her slit, back and forth making her hips jolt every so often.

He would rock his cock into her ass in a soft gentle motion. Never breaking his rhythm. Emi wasn't a prude. She knew it was the rhythm he would be fucking her if he was inside her right now. The thought made her abs tighten in need. God she wanted him to fuck her, not that she would ever admit it.

She forgot when the last time she had orgasmed. Maybe that's why it was causing her need to be so strong. It must have been a few weeks before she even started the trial. She wasn't a fancy self pleasure type of girl anyways. Just her fingers once in a blue moon kept her satisfied.

Yet right now she could feel the ache in her belly get stronger as he repeatedly stroked her from her dripping wet entrance, back to her clit, again and again, as he teased her nipple with his other hand. Shamefully, she had to acknowledge that she was grinding back onto his hard cock pressed against her ass. He was just slowly driving her crazy with need.

She almost wanted to beg him to take her, to pull out his cock and line it up to her pussy and beg him to slide in. To feel her pussy stretch over the thickness of his cock, moaning for him to go deeper, harder. She could feel her whole body taught with need as she imagined being fucked right here in the carriage. But a small voice in her head still cautioned her that this was all so wrong.

Her mind felt foggy as the feeling in the pit of her abdomen built like a small fire. Every stroke of his fingers adding more pleasure to her mind. Emi was weakly leaning against him and panting when he finally withdrew his hands from her body.

Her body was desperately seeking his touch once again, her hips trying to chase his retreating touches. Her clit throbbed as the constantly tingling in her pussy increased. Even the skin around her tits seemed to scream to be caressed again.

Her eyes slowly came into focus and she quickly gazed behind her seeking the stranger who had teased and touched her. But all she saw was a group of school kids and a few elderly women directly behind her. She awkwardly made sure she wasn't flashing anyone and straightened her clothes before quickly disembarking.

She was still in a haze when she stumbled out of the carriage onto the platform. Looking around half dazed she realised that she was at Hawthorn station, exactly where she needed to be. She sighed a bit in relief and started her walk towards Dr Frays office, her legs still slightly shaky as her juices leaked from her pussy. Completely unaware of the dark haired man who had followed her off the train, watching her walk off.

The 5 minute walk from the station to the clinic was almost cruel on Emi's delicate pussy. Her pussy lips were swollen and rubbing together causing her clit to also feel the skin gliding against each other. Yet because she was so wet, there wasn't quite enough friction to give her any pleasure other than softly tantalising her senses, keeping her hot and bothered.

She was still reeling from the whole thing when she arrived. Her face flushed, her breathe coming out in soft pants. Her pussy and clit screaming to be touched.

'Oh Emi! Hi!' Melody greeted her with a smile as she walked into the clinic. 'Did you um run here? You looked all flustered!'

Melody eyed the panting asian slut in front of her. Noticing the small pebbled nipples and the melons they sat atop. She couldn't help but salivate as her pussy clenched hungrily at the view. God, she bet the slut was leaking inbetween her legs and what she wouldn't give for a taste. She wanted to tease her clit with her tongue as she rammed her fingers into that tight pussy, making her squirm into her mouth and begging to come.

'Emi? Come on through,' Dr Fray's voice broke Melody out of her trance and she smiled warmly at Emi as she entered his office. His grey eyes met Melody's and lingered sternly before he followed behind Emi and shut the door.

'Nghmmm...' Melody couldn't help but whimper softly as her pussy soaked the office chair. She knew she'd get a spanking after for letting her mind wander.