Hannah was nervous and extremely uncomfortable. She had decided to insert the "resonance inducer" in the car rather than attempting to do it on the public quad of her university, and the walk from the parking lot had been rather... interesting. She did her best to keep up with Heron, but he didn't have much sympathy for her plight -- in fact, he seemed to find it rather amusing.
Despite his presence at her last session with Dr. Wilcox, Hannah had insisted on some modesty and privacy after he pulled the inducer from its case and told her what she was expected to do. He got out of the car with a shrug and a smirk and turned his back while he waited outside. The inducer was shaped vaguely like a water bird with its wings pulled in and its long neck bent back towards the body, resulting in a shape like a large candy cane. It was crafted from the same white softstone as Hannah's dolphin statue and the amulet that Danielle had worn for Jenny's wedding ceremony; the surface of it was strangely soft to the touch, but irregular and bumpy where the bird's limbs and features were crudely represented.
"Put it in your pussy with the head forward, over your clit," Heron had told her before getting out, ignoring her questions.
Hannah had turned it over in her hands several times and took a deep breath before starting to work it into her vagina. She spread her lips open with her fingers and pressed the rounded feet of the bird against her hole. The inducer was warm, smooth, and rigid, just like a cock; it felt good going in, but it still took a while for her pussy to relax and get wet enough to get the whole thing in. It didn't bend or flex, and Hannah had to shift her body around awkwardly to accommodate its length and girth inside her abdomen. The last few inches were painful to slide in as the width of the figure grew at the bird's shoulders, but she took it slow and bit her lip. Just as she felt the bulbous feet of the bird bottom out by her cervix, her pussy lips finally slid past the tapering shoulders of the bird and around its narrower neck, pulling the bird's head easily into place between her lips and over her clit. It fit like it was made for her.
Hannah had squirmed a bit, trying to get comfortable with the foreign object inside her body, but eventually she realized that would be impossible. Maybe it would be easier standing up? She had settled her sun dress around her legs,steadied her nerves, and stepped out of the car. The main body of the inducer was nearly three inches across at the widest part, which had made it quite a stretch to get inside, but the neck was barely more than a inch wide poking through her opening. Standing up, she had wiggled a little and felt confident that her pussy muscles could grip the shoulders of the heavy bird tightly enough to keep it inside. Only after this internal assessment did she blush furiously when she noticed Heron watching her.
So the three-block walk from the car to the quad had been quite uncomfortable, but eventually Hannah adapted to the heavy stone weight inside her pussy. She was glad that Dr. Wilcox had given her several exercises to train her vaginal muscles, and she practiced them as she walked, feeling every ridge of the inducer inside her.
"When we get to the quad, all you have to do is walk around the perimeter while I take my observations," Heron said. "This is really just a practice session for your benefit -- I doubt we'll find anything significant today. Oh, and don't orgasm. It'll mess up my readings."
Hannah hadn't come in almost a week, and the inducer was quite stimulating. The bird's head rubbed against her clit with every step and sent tingles through her body, but she said, "Don't worry about that. It's hard enough to keep it in and walk around." Hannah blushed again. How could she talk so openly with this guy about her pussy, anyway? Well, he had already seen her in the most humiliating situation imaginable, crawling around on the floor of Dr. Wilcox's office like a worm and then begging for an orgasm. In the grand scheme of things, going for a walk with a dildo in her pussy was pretty minor in comparison.
Heron said, "I'm glad you're so confident, but I haven't turned it on yet."
Hannah gulped. "What's the point of this?"
"Like I said, it's practice. The weather is right," he said, gesturing up at the cloudless, sunny sky, "and we need to see how you perform. Plus, I need to do some calibrations."
Hannah sighed. "Calibrate what? Observe what? I'm in on this, I'm doing what Dr. Wilcox wants. Tell me more."
Heron smiled. "You'll see, sweetie!"
Hannah spun on him and slapped Heron's face. "Don't call me 'sweetie'! I'm not your 'sweetie'!You think you're so cool, being all vague and mysterious," Hannah said, rolling her eyes and waving her hands dramatically. "With your big black coat and funny name -- 'Heron'. Whatever. I'm here to help Dr. Wilcox. You're not the boss of me, and I'm not impressed by your cool-guy act."
Heron looked at her, stunned, his nearly-black eyes wide. "What the hell? You don't have to hit me."
Hannah harrumphed and crossed her arms over her breasts, feeling her hardened nipples against her arm. Maybe she should have worn a bra and panties today, but it was hard enough to get dressed at all recently. Sandals and a sundress had seemed perfect for a day like today.
"Anyway, Hannah," Heron emphasized her name, "When you're aroused the inducer creates a resonance in girls near you, within a few feet. The more turned on you are, the stronger the resonance. It's primarily used to identify candidates for Dr. Wilcox's project. I don't expect to find anyone today."
Hannah dropped her arms. Straightforward answers were unexpected. She asked, "What kind of resonance? Why won't we find anyone here?"
Heron looked up at the sky and pursed his lips. "I don't want to waste our window, ok? Not every girl reacts the same way. We won't find anyone here because only a minuscule fraction of the female population qualifies. The pool here is extremely shallow. We'll fish in deeper water later."
"At least the girls here are all about the right age," Hannah said.
Heron nodded, surprised. "Yes. You're sharp." He reached into his pocket. "One more thing to stick in you."
Hannah glared at him but took the earbud and wedged it into her ear. "How do I talk back to you?"
"Body language?" Heron said, and split off as they reached the quad. What a dick.
