Brittney Banyard slumped down on the floor of the laundry room. Her head was dizzy from unfamiliar feelings, unable to process the fact that she had just licked her roommate Holly to orgasm. "I'm not a lesbian!" she argued with herself. Yet the evidence was smeared across her face, and as she licked her lips her own pussy again throbbed with need. "And what hell am I doing sniffing Holly's underwear in the first place?" she wondered. She didn't understand what was happening to her. Even now she had the urge to rub her own clit, and part of her wished that she could taste Holly's pussy again. "Stop it!" she scolded herself.
She pushed those thoughts from her mind and got the laundry started. She resolved to take a shower and clean up, then contact Doctor Drake to see if she could cure her of whatever this was. She started to regret having signed up for this clinical trial, even if it did help pay the rent.
In the shower, Brittney washed her hair as she thought back to the last visit to Dr. Drake at Biozene. Was it only yesterday? Unanswered questions swirled through her head. What was that gel she put down there? She tried to remember the doctor's explanation. Nano something or other. What was that? She realized that she didn't take any notes while she was there. She cursed at herself. "Some journalist I am, can't remember anything and I don't even have any notes on a story about Biozene that's due in less than a week. And now here I am, acting like a slut, constantly horny, and doing lewd things with my..." She stopped short, not wanting to think again about the nasty thing that happened with her roommate.
She retrieved the shower gel and washed her body, all the while on a low simmer of unfulfilled sexual tension. Angry at her body's betrayal, she impulsively thought, "Maybe I could just wash it off! I should have tried this earlier!" With renewed hope, she applied additional shower gel to her private area. Her fingers worked up a lather as she scrubbed away. Using the handheld shower sprayer she rinsed off. The jets of water pulsed against her clit and rocked her as her legs nearly gave way from the exquisite feelings that overtook her. "Fuck!" Brittney cried out and pulled the showerhead away. The sprayer had done its damage though, and she once again was craving relief. She pointed the sprayer between her legs once again.
She was soon racing towards a powerful orgasm. Her objective of washing off the mysterious gel now forgotten, Brittney slumped against the shower wall and spread her legs further. "Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh FUCK!" she shouted over and over. The sensations were overwhelming and she was sure she was going to orgasm any second now.
But she didn't cum. Held at the peak, she couldn't get over the edge. She dialed the sprayer to the pulse setting, sending strong pulsing jets of water directly at her clit. She screamed again and thrust her hips out. But still she couldn't orgasm. "Oh god, please!" she begged to no one in particular. Her body shook in sexual need as the water continued to pound her clit.
After several more minutes of this and with the water starting to run cold, Brittney gave up, turned off the water and began to cry in frustration. "What is wrong with me?" she sobbed as she sat on the shower floor. Her body ached in need but she forced herself to not rub her pussy again. She eventually collected herself and stepped out of the shower. "I really need to talk to that freakin' doctor," she thought.
*****
Doctor Jennifer Drake got an alert on her computer. Clicking the pop-up, she was redirected to her patient X monitoring program. Scanning through the data, she was quite surprised at the high level of recent activity. "Whoah, what has she been up to?" she asked to no one in particular. The program was set to go into idle mode after completing the learning cycle. Her assistant Darnus Johnson was within earshot and responded.
"What's happening over there," he asked.
"Come look at this. We have some quite interesting results already from patient X." Darnus rolled his chair over and began to scan the charts on the screen.
"These peaks indicate her level of sexual arousal. These from yesterday were due to the program being set to learning mode. And this high peak appears to be when she was successfully induced to achieve orgasm. The peaks then died down. Now these," she said as she pointed to the more recent data points, "are from this morning. Apparently she's been pretty active already."
"Ah yes, I see. And they never go above this threshold line. So no orgasm, I assume that's part of your programming. But what is that blue spike?" Darnus asked.
"That's the biometric sensors in her lips sending signals to ramp up her arousal level," the doctor stated matter of factly.
"Wait, what? And what triggered them?" Darnus asked, confused.
"All part of the programming, Darnus. Yes, her lips are programmed as well, and why shouldn't they be? There are possibilities for using this technology on all sorts of things, including other erogenous zones. In this case her lips appear to have detected vaginal fluids. Quite interesting, don't you think?" Jennifer said as she grinned back at Darnus. "I'm guessing the patient had sexual contact with her roommate. I didn't anticipate this, so this feature wasn't set to idle after the learning routine completed like the rest of the programming was."
"You never cease to amaze me, doctor. Ok, so what about these other peaks?"
"Yes, I was just looking at those. It appears that she was masturbating, but of course still never crossing the threshold line."
"Mmhmm, pretty cruel. So what's next?" Darnus asked.
"We wait. I have no doubt she'll be contacting me..." Her voice trailed off as she began studying the charts more closely. "That's strange," she muttered.
"What's the matter?"
"Oh, nothing. Probably just need to calibrate the sensing biometrics," she replied as she looked up.
"Ok, well, just let me know when she's coming in again. I'd really like to examine how the material has adapted to her," Darnus stated as he went back to his own work.
"Mmhmm, I'm sure you would, Darnus," the doctor smirked.
The doctor turned back to her screen. Something didn't seem right. What were these signals right before the patient's arousal increased? "What are you doing, my little program?" she muttered under her breath as she opened up a window filled with lines of code.
Programming nano material wasn't like normal computer programming. In a normal computer there is a single or possibly multiple microprocessors that more or less act together to execute instructions in a predictable manner. But with nanotechnology there are millions, or in patient X's case, approximately one billion nano devices inside her that were a carbon based material rather than of Silicon and were grown in the doctor's lab. Each of these acted on its own with very simple capabilities. But each of these individual nodes also talked to its local peers. Inside patient X there were two types of devices. About half were "thinking" devices and half were "performing" bots. In this way, the thinkers made decisions and passed along the commands to the performers. The thinkers were set up as a neural network, with each individual nano device responding to inputs and passing those inputs along to other nano devices. This went on through multiple layers of logic until the neural net came to a 'decision' and a command was given to the performers. The hundreds of millions of individual decisions made by each nano device were inherently difficult to monitor. A programmer could enter in a command and could see the result, but couldn't easily tell how the neural net reached that result. The learning mode played a heavy part in how the material behaved as well, so behavior was not just based on the programmer's inputs but also on the material "teaching" itself to recognize certain patterns based on general principles defined by the programmer. The problem facing Dr. Drake was that when unexpected results occurred, it was very difficult to tell why the neural net reached that result.
Unfortunately for Doctor Drake she wasn't an expert computer scientist so troubleshooting the root cause of the strange behavior she observed was doubly difficult. She completed some basic diagnostic tests that confirmed she was still in communication with the material. She decided to keep the program set to idle, as well as set to idle the nanomaterial in the patient's lips, to allow more time to define a baseline of normal activity before experimenting with more aggressive patient testing.
Finally deciding the abnormality in the patient's arousal chart were nothing to worry about, she closed her laptop and headed to the board meeting. She hated this part of her job. And the board, which consisted of mostly older white men, tended to fill the meeting with pointless near sighted rants, and the meeting tended to drag on for hours. It was no wonder why she sometimes took matters into her own hands rather than wait for the board to approve.
