Experiment 001
Participant 001, Control State. 19:45
Forty-eight year old Dave looked up from his scribbled notes, pondering the clear liquid in the sealed beaker before him. It was something of a side project to him, if "side project" was another word for an illegal product. He had made it with ingredients from his high-end chemist's job, knowing the impunity he enjoyed as a high level employee would allow him cover for his illicit activities. It wasn't like he was meaning to do anything wrong per se. This wasn't a chemical weapon, or a poison. He was always resolute to using his high IQ and expertise to help those around him. What this concoction was, or was at least supposed to be, was a relaxant of sorts. It was tasteless and scentless. He intended it to be an alternative to possible painkillers as well as a way for regular people to unwind without the use of other controlled substances. But he had gotten this far without adequate human experimentation, and was now about to make one of the most important decisions of his life.
He wanted to test it on his daughter.
Dave looked at the black ink pen in his hands in contemplation. This was crazy. He had promised to his late wife to always look after their daughter, and here he was about to feed her Lord knows what. But he had double checked and triple checked the potion's ingredients, It wouldn't hurt his precious Jenny. Besides, at the age of twenty-one, Jenny was perfectly healthy with no pre-existing conditions, as well as the fit standard of anyone her age. She exercised regularly and it paid off in her sculpted legs, flat stomach, and perfect pear-shaped tits. He shook that last part from his mind. She was his
daughter
, damn it. And though he had not been with anyone since her mother, thinking about her in that way would be wrong. Anyways, returning to his initial train of thought, she's the perfect subject.
Participant Vitals and Overall State.
Climbing from his makeshift basement lab, Dave wandered into the kitchen, searching for his daughter. Something was smelling good, so that was probably where she was, and he turned the hallway corner to find Jenny cooking in shockingly little clothing. Tonight she sported a dusty pink lacy bra and matching panties that had a bow at its waist band. The colour perfectly set off the natural blush on her shoulders and chest, and the see through lace revealed her puffy areola and nipples, standing at attention, only covered by the thin silk robe that was cropped right at the swell of her ass and had loosened and opened up as she cooked. Dave knew deep down he should never look at his daughter like this, but she had grown into a sexy young woman, and made sure to flaunt it regularly. But it's still a bit different now. A while ago Jennie would wear shorts that hugged her ass and clung to her pussy lips, with tight crop tops that shrunk around her erect nipples. However, lately she has taken to sheer lingerie or simply being naked underneath her tiny robe that was prone to falling off, leading to an incident with the pizza boy that was shocking indeed! He wasn't quite sure what caused the change, but he knew it was distracting him to no end. Dave was glad this new secret project allowed him to spend some time alone in his lab, but also knew that at night he often imagined- just for a second- that he would get a chance to peel that lingerie off his daughter. Moments like that made him sick with guilt but he couldn't help it.
"Daddy!" His daughter's chirpy voice snapped him from his reverie. "You're finally out of the lab! I was about to come and get you. I'm making soup for dinner, do you need anything?"
"N-no. Well actually," Dave started, "when you can, could you sit for me to take some vitals and general constitution levels of you? It's really quick, just for a work study." he fibbed.
"Oh, okay! Here," she responded, setting her spoon down, "I'm putting the soup to simmer. So I suppose we can do it now." Punctuating this by leaping on the granite island, Jenny gently slipped the small robe off.
Resting Heart Rate:
Slowly approaching, Dave laid her ear to her soft and supple chest. Above him, he heard Jenny shudder softly and the feeling of his warm breath across her breasts. He tried to ignore the stirring in his pants as he quickly noted her heart rate. Fifty beats a minute, normal for an athlete like her.
"You know," Jenny interjected, "I'm really glad we're getting a moment like this."
"Like what?"
"Like, close to each other. I know you work a lot to support us, and I love you for it, but lately you're always working and never paying any attention to me! We don't even watch movies so I can cuddle with you anymore." She began to pout. "I miss you daddy."
Dave quickly recorded Jenny's breathing rate, and chewed on Jenny's words.
"I'm sorry babygirl, I promise, after this weekend we can hang out loads, just you and I. Is that okay? We can do anything you want sweetheart."
