Dr. Phillips was eager to see his test subject Anna, and not just for purely scientific reasons. The nude images she sent "for scientific reasons" were burned into his mind and erotic imagination. The fact that this drug seemed to make her highly suggestible had far greater scientific and moral implications than merely a new anti-anxiety medication. He knew, deep down, that he had to do the professional thing and end the experiment.
And yet.
There was something about Anna-or rather, something about the deep, primitive part of his brain-that would make this a difficult decision. As he tried to steel himself for this conversation, he got an email from Anna, as requested, ahead of their next appointment.
Good morning Professor,
As promised, here is a summation of how I've reacted to the drug throughout the week:
General findings: Good news first : I've been much calmer than before, and the previous problems with nervousness and anxiety (including insomnia, etc) have all but vanished! As discussed, there were no rashes or reactions from the injection site, but my breasts seemed a bit bigger (maybe half a cup size?) and much more sensitive than usual. However, by the end of the week they returned to regular size, although they still remained sensitive. Also, I've been a little more forgetful than usual. For example, you know that feeling when you go into a room and forget why you've gone into that room? I've had that a few times a day, every day. Maybe this drug is making me too relaxed! Otherwise, nothing much to report. I hope this helps. See you later :)
Best,
Anna
He reads Anna's letter with great enthusiasm and feels a flurry of mixed emotions. It seems as if the positive effects he observed in rodents are true and that he may be on the path to generate a new therapeutic drug that could help people with crippling anxiety. On the other hand, the side effects are both concerning and, in a deeper recess of his brain, arousing. He realizes this drug is most certainly affecting her in unexpected ways. Whether or not persistent use or increase use would result in more lasting changes is unknown but clearly a possibility. It's interesting to note that while she claims to be more forgetful, she remembered to send this email. Was this a result of her following orders? There are so many more questions, legitimate scientific questions, that should be investigated. Yet his mind drifted back to the images of the swell of those breasts and the smooth roundness of her ass, stirring something in him much more carnal than any scientific rigor.
If anything the letter left him even more conflicted: should he end the study altogether and come clean about his suspicions? Or should he continue and see how far the changes will go?
Lost in thought, he's surprised when he hears a knock on the door. Oh shit, it's already time for the appointment! "C-come in!" Dr. Phillips shouts, clearing some papers as Anna bounces in. She's once again dressed fairly conservatively, but instead of a loose sweater, a nice, if not too revealing, white blouse. Also, she has let down her hair, letting it flow freely instead of confined to a ponytail. 'Could this be a sign of subtle long-term changes?' he thought to himself.
"Hi Anna, it's certainly been an eventful week!" he says while smiling widely. He's wearing a white lab coat over a checkered button down and khaki slacks. "Thank you so much for the summary of your experiences this week, this has helped the study interrogation immensely." Dr. Phillips pauses, unsure exactly how to proceed, "are there any other side effects you'd like to discuss?"
Anna laughs nervously, "n-no...everything is there, Doctor."
He senses that she's holding back. Well, time to test another hypothesis: if the drugs have a long-term influence on suggestibility. Perhaps she wouldn't like to discuss something. Perhaps she would if ordered, though.
"You don't sound so sure. Please tell me about all side effects."
"Yes. Well." Anna starts, nervously, "Something I didn't mention in the letter. A crazy thing happened when my boyfriend came over. We were..." she gestures randomly, "...fooling around and he started licking and suckling my breasts. Well, that wasn't weird. The weird...and amazing thing was how much I enjoyed it. Usually it feels nice, but this felt amazing." She stared off in space for a moment, remembering the sensations, shifting a bit in her chair. "It was amazing in a deeply psychologically fulfilling way."
