You find the room at the medical school and are greeted by a young, female medical student, named Amy. You have never had a fetish about women in white lab coats before, but you decide that is about to change. She is HOT.
Amy explains that they are conducting a study on the human brain regarding conscious and unconscious thought. If you agree to the experiment, you will be given a brain scan while you look at various images. The scan will be similar to a CAT scan, but it uses a much higher level of energy. You will also be given an injection of a radioactive substance that will help the scanner identify which parts of your brain you are using. Your eyebrows go up at the word “radioactive.” She smiles reassuringly and tells you that it is similar to the radioactive substance routinely injected in patients for CAT scans, MRI's, and the like. It is a higher dosage of radiation than the other tests, but well within safe limits for someone of your age.
You think about it briefly and agree to the test. You sign the necessary forms, receive five $100 bills, and ask, “What now?”
The medical student hands you one of those skimpy hospital gowns and ushers you to a room to change. She tells you to take off all your clothes – including socks and underwear, she emphasizes – and slip on the robe. After she leaves the room, you do as she says, but struggle with the robe, trying to get it to offer you some small measure of modesty. It seems far too small, and you can't quite figure out how to tie the strings. After a few minutes, you decide you have done the best you can do, and you re-emerge into the examination room.
Amy directs you to a hospital bed, where you are to lay down. You do so, very aware of the fact that from the right angle, there's no way anyone can avoid seeing what you've got under the robe. Amy maintains a professional demeanor, though, and prepares your right arm for an injection. You aren't crazy about needles, so you try your best to think of something to distract you. As Amy leans down to administer the injection, you find your distracting image. Her robe and blouse hang down enough to give you an amazing shot of her cleavage. She has a skimpy, red lace bra that very nicely accents some of the most beautiful breasts you have ever imagined. Before you know it, you have to move your left hand over your crotch, attempting to casually cover the erection that is threatening to poke out from the skimpy hospital robe.
In a few moments Amy finishes giving you the injection and leaves the room, telling you that she'll be back shortly. If she saw your aroused state, she didn't say anything, and you are relieved. You try your best to start thinking of dead puppies, stepping in dog poop, and similarly-gross things to try to get your mind off of sex.
Suddenly another door to the examination room opens, and you see a guy slightly older than you enter, pushing a cart. He, too, is dressed in a white lab coat, and you decide for sure that you are going to start developing a fetish for the things. He, too, is a knockout. He isn't all that muscular, but you can tell he's in good shape. He has that crazy, messed-up style of hair that makes it look like he just crawled out of bed, having just finished a rousing session of mind-blowing sex.
“I'm Jeff,” he says, shaking your hand. “Thanks for volunteering for today. Limp dick or stud?” he asks, startling you.
“Pardon me?” you ask, not sure if you heard him right.
Jeff laughs and says, “Sorry... that's the nickname we use for the different studies we're conducting. 'Limp Dick' is the study for men who have difficulty with sexual arousal. 'Stud' is for those who have higher-than-normal testosterone levels. Since you're 18, it's a pretty safe bet that you're not in the 'Limp Dick' category.”
You're about to protest that you think he's got the wrong study in mind; none of this sounded like what Amy said to you. At that point, Amy comes through the door, and Jeff immediately forgets about you and focuses on his fellow student. He leans down and whispers, “Not that anyone could have a limp dick with her around, huh?” You struggle to find some response to what he said, but without waiting for an answer, and hardly taking his eyes from Amy as she busily went about the room, setting up the machines, he prepped your left arm and gave you an injection.
Jeff and Amy finish getting the machines ready and then wheel you into a cylindrical device. Lying there, face up, you see a small screen above you. On either side of your head are small speakers. Amy explains that she and Jeff will monitor the test from an adjacent room. They will speak to you through the speakers. Your job is to simply look at the images on the screen, and do nothing else.
As they were getting you ready to go into the machine, you couldn't help but notice the obvious flirtations between the two medical students. They obviously had something going on – either serious or just for fun. It concerned you a little that they seemed more focused on each other than on you and only hoped they didn't screw something up.
Before too long the test began, and you tried to put your concerns out of your mind and simply look at the images. As the scanner started up, you could feel a low tingling in your body, particularly in your head. It wasn't painful, but it was weird, and it kept growing in intensity.
At first you looked at the images without too much trouble. A square.. a circle... a bird... Nothing too exciting. |