A Study on Sexuality Plasticity

This story has non-consensual brainwashing, mind control, chastity, straight to gay themes, and hypnosis! Reader beware.

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My roommate and I showed up to the study early, both of us having forgotten to do the final medical background section of paperwork they had sent us.

We had already been through medical tests and clearances, but they told us we couldn't start until our last forms were done.

We sat in the lobby, checking boxes and scratching away at our clipboards as smooth elevator music played overhead. The walls, chairs, tables, pencils, and clipboards themselves were all a stark, sanitized white. A few framed pictures hung around the wall, macro renderings of neurons, firing, each looking like a beautiful web of electricity.

Neither of us read too closely.

Matt looked up at me. "Do we have home insurance?" He asked.

"I don't think that's the kind of insurance information they're asking about," I said.

Matt was an incredibly nice person, but he was always a bit of an airhead. I wondered if he had a few screws knocked loose playing hockey sometimes, or maybe as his muscles bulged, his ability to logic stuff out shrank. He towered a foot over me, and he kept his head firmly in the clouds.

He was handsome and blond, and girls flocked to him in droves. I had never had the same luck.

There were quite a few weekends that Matt would bring home a girl, and I'd have to turn my music up to drown them out.

"Hey," Matt continued, ignoring me, "how much money are we getting from this?"

"Like 1000 bucks or something crazy," I said flippantly.

The truth was, I knew that we were getting exactly $1102, but seeming desperate for money wasn't a good look. I absolutely needed this to pay my rent, but I didn't want Matt to know that.

As soon as I saw the flyer for this study, I had ripped the whole page down, and I did the same every time I saw another. I even started getting Matt in on it. We must have collected nearly thirty by the time we got through campus. They only needed a couple of participants, and like I said, I needed the cash. I knew it was an asshole move, but I didn't have much choice.

When both Matt and I had gotten the call that we would be participating in the study, I nearly fell down to my knees. That meant we were going to have both rent and beer money.

I only read some of the flyer's incredibly long text, and most of the words were too complicated for me to parse without Google, but from what I gathered, this was going to be research on the development of our sexuality alignment. Both Matt and I were straight and had always identified as such, which had made me doubt that we would get picked in the first place, but when we talk to them on the phone, they said we would be perfect candidates.

After we finished the paperwork in front of us, a nurse walked In from a swinging door, looking up at us. She was gorgeous, with smooth brown hair and rouged cheeks that gave her a fairylike appearance. "Matthew and Mohammad?"

"I just go by Matt," Matt said.

"Mo for me," I said, following suit.

The nurse nodded and made a note on her own clipboard. "Okay," she said, "I think they're ready for you in the research rooms."

We stood up and followed her through more white walls and hallways. Every detail of this place was pristine and spotless, as if it had been polished right before we had got here.

Neither Matt nor I had heard of this "NTek," a private medical research firm that had seemingly popped up overnight. There were no job postings that came with its new opening, and nobody here wore name tags. That plus the high payout for this study made me nervous that we were being scammed, but once again, I reminded myself, I had no room to doubt NTek or anyone else offering over 1000 bucks. I needed that money.

"Which one of you is the most physically strong?" The beautiful nurse asked, looking over her shoulder.

"Me," said Matt.

"As I thought," the nurse said. She took another note as she continued to walk.

I felt my cheeks turn a little pink. Not being as buff as Matt was nothing to be embarrassed about, but the way she had reacted confused me.

After many twist and turns in the labrynthian hallway, I had no idea where we were in relation to the entrance. Finally, the nurse slowed in front of a door.

"This room," she said, "will be for Matt."

Matt said thank you to her and dapped me up before heading into his study room. As the door swung closed, I could see more sterile surfaces, but I couldn't really make out any more details.

"And you, Mo," the nurse said, walking a little further down the hall, "will be in this room."

I follow her. This door was identical to Matt's, and I too said thank you to her before entering.

The lights in the room were brighter than in the hallway, an LED glow reflecting off of every surface. A bed sat in the middle of the room, and it had a human-shaped indent in its soft pink surface. A sensory headset was nested at the top of the bed. Around the walls of the room, different status screens and monitors were updating with streams of information.

Some of the electronics were easy to understand, like a screen with an electric thermometer, but others were incomprehensible, with complex shapes and graphs labeled with words I'd never heard of. I tried to remember what was written in the small script on the flyer. I knew it was about our sexuality and how it changed over time, but I hadn't cared to figure out any of the specifics. I had figured that even if I wasn't the right fit, I would lie my way in.

I now regretted the decision to throw caution to the wind.

Why were they offering so much money?

This thought was chased from my mind when I heard a voice over the room's PA. It was tinny and feminine.

"Please take off your clothing."

I spun around in surprise. I was jumpy, that was for sure.

I decided to hold off on removing my clothes until I could talk to someone.

"Please take off your clothing if you would like to continue to study," the voice said, now more insistent.

I whipped my head around. This time, I was looking for a camera. They were able to see me somehow, but I had no clue how. I guess it really didn't matter, but it creeped me out.

With a great deal of apprehension, I took off my shirt, shoes, and jeans. I was left standing, cold and exposed, in my socks and underwear. I usually wore baggy clothing to hide my slim body, and I wrap my arms around myself.

"Take off all of your clothing, Mo."

That sent to shiver down my spine. I knew that they could see me, but using my name added a different level of creep to it.

no matter how disturbed I was, I still needed that $1102.

I sighed and slid down my boxer briefs before kicking off my socks. I held my member in my hands, trying to hide it from the prying eyes of the camera.

It wasn't hard to hide my whole package. I was a little less than average fully erected, and I was a grower. That meant that, while flaccid, my dick was not particularly impressive.

Again, my cheeks burned.

"Lay down for us," the voice said with the same cool passivity as before.

Forus? As in more than one person? How many people could see me naked right now?

I had signed every form and waiver put in front of me, but I didn't realize I'd be putting on a striptease for an audience.

This was all scientific, I told myself. Even if there were a hundred people seeing me in the nude right now, it was all on a clinical basis. I couldn't let it get to my head if I wanted the money.

I walked over to the bed, still holding my cock and balls in my hand, and I stepped up onto the bed, turning and settling myself back onto it as well as I could while protecting my modesty.

I had thought that the surface was some kind of foam, but it wasn't. It felt warm and sticky, almost like firm Jell-O. Laying down, I used my free hand to poke at it, and I felt my finger sinking as I applied more and more pressure. That was bizarre. I pulled it out, and I watched as the hole I had created sealed back up.

For all the weirdness, I still had to admit that it was pretty cool.

I settled my head back into the mess of wires. I had seen cradles like this before in movies. It was meant to detect and record brain activity.

At least that's what I thought before my body stopped working.

I heard a click and felt a hum starting in my spine. It spread over every inch of my being, and suddenly I was paralyzed, unable to move or speak. I could still breathe and move my eyes, but as I tried to scream, nothing came out.

Once I laid down, I was trapped inside my mind.

I heard the door open again, and I could only move my eyes to see who was walking in the room. From the angle my head was stuck at, they were hard to make out at first, but as they approached, I saw it was a new nurse. She wore the same scrubs as the one who had gotten us from the lobby.

I mentally sighed in relief. I was just thankful to see her. They must have realized something was wrong.

I had to ask her for help. I moved my eyes frantically, trying to let her know that I had been seized by sudden paralysis.

She ignored my eye movements, and she reached down and grab the wrist of my hand that was covering my genitalia. She calmly removed it, and I felt the cool air on my small cock. She adjusted each of my limbs, placing them more directly into the body shaped divots.

After she finished readjusting me like a doll, the nurse pushed a series of buttons on the bedside.

The slimy surface below me reconstituted itself, shaping and molding to my body. I felt it fit into the arch of my back and fill up until it was snug around my waist.

What the hell was happening? Did she not realize something was wrong?

Also, what kind of technology did they have? How was this supposed to help in research on the history of my sexuality? More importantly, why the fuck could I not move?

"Motor coordination has been subdued successfully," she said, checking my pulse. "His heartrate is semi-elevated, and his brain waves are reading back at a standard level."

Subdued? Was that with the headset was for? Was this on purpose?

"Penis is flaccid," she said, moving her hand to my soft dick, "and blood flow looks normal."

Even though I couldn't move, I was sure that my cheeks and chest were turning red. I felt like I was being looked at under a microscope as the nurse inspected my junk.

She reached under the bed and pulled open a drawer. I could hear her moving things around, but without being able to move my head, I saw nothing. Eventually, she pulled her hand back up, and she held what looked like a VR headset, but it had speaker attachments where my ears would be. It looked a lot more heavy duty than other VR goggles I had seen in the past, and a bundle of wires ran from its back.

As she slipped the headset over my face, though, I realized that it was incredibly lightweight. The materials were superior, but it was meant to be comfortable. It fit perfectly into the neural cradle, not interfering or bumping with its parts at all, clicking together like a pieces of a puzzle.

I realized that these were two parts of the same headset: one to directly stimulate my brain and one for sensory input. With the goggles on, I could see nothing, and the headphones were thick and plush, blocking out nearly all external sound.

I was really starting to panic. I didn't care how many things I had signed, this was fucked.

It didn't help that, as I lay there in darkness, I felt her fitting more devices and items over my body.

First, she slipped a face mask onto my mouth and nose, with one piece fitting snug around my nostrils and another covering my mouth. They provided a steady flow of oxygen, but the air had a chemical aftertaste as I sucked in deep breaths.

Then, while I was still getting accustomed to the mask, the nurse latched something over each of my limbs. They were steel cuffs.

That wasn't good.

Finally, I felt her touch my cock again. I couldn't tell exactly what she was doing, but I felt her pull each of my testicles through something before sliding a rigid sleeve over my shaft. It was as small as I was flaccid, and I could already tell that, even if I was able to get erect in such a fucked up situation, I wouldn't be able to teach my full length. I felt her plug in and run wires from the device around my cock.

I started to hyperventilate, and I heard my first words from the headphones.

"Subject exhibiting signs of distress. Administering treatment."

The face mask hissed, and the chemical taste suddenly grew stronger. At the same time, the headphones let out a low, dull buzz, and I felt a significant amount of static energy radiate from the headset.

I didn't really need to worry. there was nothing to worry about. This was okay. I was okay.

Wait... My speeding heart rate had slowed almost immediately, and all the concerns that were spinning through my head only moment before were gone. What had just happened?

"Testing completed from collected samples. Subject cleared for testing," the voice said.

When the hell had they collectedsamples?

A few moments passed, and as the nurse adjusted the last of the accessories to the bed, the VR headset blinked on, presenting me with a pink loading screen

"NTek: Leading the World in Human Technology" was emblazoned over the progress bar.

Human technology? My confidence in the study had been wavering before, but now it was gone. I thought that this was going to be a review of my sexual history, and maybe I would have to take some kind of written tests, but this was something so much different.

Where was OSHA? The FDA? Where was whoever the hell was supposed to regulate these things?

Another voice was in my headphones. This one wasn't the same tinny feminine voice that had appeared over the loudspeaker, and it didn't sound like the robotic voice that had administered whatever "treatment" I've been given to calm me down. This one was male.

"Hey, Mo. Thank you for volunteering today," it said. "It's been really hard to get test subjects willing to participate, but we really think that this technology has a future. This sexual alteration study is the first foray into the future psychological treatments."

Sexual alteration? What the hell?

"This is the future of sexual therapy," the voice said. "We can reshape the very libido of our subjects."

With a frog in my throat, I realized that they weren't researching how my sexuality had already changed, but they were researching how to change my sexuality.

Oh, God.

I tried to yell out, thrash in place, but the neural cradle made sure that my body refused to listen.

"Jesus... I can see from the feedback that you're unfortunately experiencing some distress," the voice said, "but I'm going to level with you: this is where I would stop the experiment here and move onto the next test subject..."

God, finally. Finally, somebody was listening to me, and they could get me out of this thing.

"... However," the voice said with some trepidation, "we've been having an even harder time than usual finding research subjects around campus. Our flyers keep on disappearing, and if we want to extend funding, we need results yesterday."

My heart dropped out of my chest. Flyers disappearing? I had been tearing down every one I saw trying to get into this study.

"Since it's just you and me on this line, nobody else can hear me. I know the ethical ramifications of what I'm doing," the voice said, "and I'll live with that guilt, but you signed every waiver, and this is all theoretically reversible, so I'm just going to go ahead and turn off the distress sensors. I'm sorry. I really am... I promise we'll do our best to make this an enjoyable experience."

A fucking enjoyable experience?

He didn't understand. It wasn't that I had some last-minute nerves. This was the first I was hearing about it all.

I mentally kicked myself for not questioning the whole sketchy process leading up to this scenario, and I promised myself to sue the pants off of NTek when this was over, but as my lungs filled with more chemical laced air, I felt my anger damping.

No.

I would not let them break me.

The loading screen completed, and suddenly my view was filled with rainbow light.

I blinked, inundated by a wall of colors.

The chemical scent changed, becoming more sickly sweet, like the coating of a pill. I tried to take shallow breaths, resisting whatever drug they were pumping into me.

However, no matter how little I breathed, I couldn't escape some of it leaking into my lungs.

I had to hope and pray that it wouldn't be enough to affect me.

Slightly different images were beamed into both of my eyes, creating a complex three-dimensional field of iridescent color.

I realized that, as I breathed, the field in front of me moved, reacting to my body's rhythms.

I tested it out, holding my breath for as long as I could, watching the color sap away until I inevitably had to start again, letting the color saturate my field of view.

It would've been really fucking neat if I didn't feel like I was in some futuristic Saw movie.

"Beginning calibration and calculating current sexual preferences," a voice hummed in my ears. It was the same robotic voice as before, androgynous and digitized.

It was as if the rainbow waves parted, splashing back to reveal an image. It was a beautiful woman, and with the 3-D effect, it seemed like I would be able to reach out and touch her if I would've been able to move. They even pumped in a perfumed smell, and I breathed in deep, enjoying the scent of honeysuckle infinitely more than whatever else they were putting it to me before.

The woman had blonde hair that reached out to her chin, and she was completely naked. She was dancing to some silent son, moving her hips as her hands wandered up and down her body. I felt myself salivate a bit. She had two dimples above her round ass cheeks, and I saw her lithe muscles flex as she moved.

Then she was gone, replaced again by the rainbow sea.

"Response recorded," the robotic voice said.

Response? I hadn't said anything, and even if I had been able to speak, there was no way I was going to play their little game.

The cradle... While it clearly had some influence over my body, it must also have been recording my brain waves, letting them know what aroused me and to what extent.

Fuck. I had no option to not participate. I couldn't just turn my brain off.

The center of my vision part again, and this time there was a recording of a chubby woman in glasses, her thighs on either side of my head and a hand between her legs. She was masturbating, and suddenly I could smell sex.

This time, I could hear her. She let out little moans, but I could barely hear her voice over the sound of her fingers sliding over her clit. Her stomach was tensing up, and I thought she was about to come.

Her thighs tightened and relaxed unconsciously as she tried hard to cum.

As she reached the crest of orgasm, she too disappeared.

I became shockingly aware that my dick, trapped in its strange constraint, was straining against its prison.

How was I not supposed to be turned on when this is what they were putting me through?

"Response recorded," the voice said.

Maybe this wouldn't be that bad. All they said was that they were going to alter my sexuality. Maybe I meant that they were going to make me more sexual, or they were going to try to change my preferences to lean towards one kind of woman.

That was not the case.

The colors faded away again and moved to the side, but now there was no woman.

With the goggles, everything looked three-dimensional. Things had depth, and they looked real.

So when the Technicolor clouds parted, it seemed to me that I was only inches away from a huge, veiny white cock.

It was as thick as a Coke can, and it was already seven inches long, only half hard.

The model swayed his hips back-and-forth, waving the projected cock directly in front of my face. The head of his dick was flared, and it was so swollen that it was shiny.

Just as the smell of perfume and pussy had been fed to me before, now my nostrils were filled with the scent of lubricant and sweat.

I heard the sound of his heavy member slap against each of his thighs as he moved one way to the other.

I couldn't do anything but watch as the digital cock passed only centimeters in front of my lips. Fuck. I wish I could turn away.

After what seemed like a full minute, he too was gone.

I blinked, and I heard the voice once again. "Response recorded"

Response? Fuck. I had been turned on at the first two videos, but what kind of response had it recorded for the last week? I wasn't gay or anything.

I mentally prepared myself before the next image appeared.

It was a skinny long-haired guy, everything below his nose shaved. His naked body was pale, but freckles were scattered across his nose and shoulders. He was squatting down, and a massive suction cup dildo was on the floor below him.

I watched, physically unable to look away, as he sank deeper and deeper onto it. I watched as he shuddered and breathed, getting himself used to its size. Once he fit it all inside of him, he started to slowly bounce up and down, working the large piece of rubber in and out of his ass.

This clip was on mute, but I saw his lips part in a moan. I tried to avert my eyes, but the image followed my pupils, making sure that it was in the forefront of my vision anywhere I looked.

Once the hairless young man was at full clip, pumping every inch in and out of him as fast as he could, I saw a strand of pre-ejaculate drip from his hard dick.

The image changed again.

I was back to watching the colorful waves, and the voice again said "response recorded."

The scenes continued, switching between women and men of varying masculinity and femininity until I lost track of how many naked bodies I had seen.

Finally, after watching a trans man stuff his pussy with a full cucumber, the colors dulled and ceased to be responsive to my movement and breaths. It seemed like the machine was on some kind of standby or loading mode.

Then everything flashed back to life. "Calibration complete," the robotic voice said. "Subject results: 85% heterosexuality and 15% homosexuality."

15% gay? That had to be a mistake. I had never so much look as looked at another man. They had to have a huge margin error for this piece of shit machine.

This whole company was sketchy. Why should this thing be different?

Besides, they had shown the men when I was already aroused from the women. That had to skew the numbers or something.

"Beginning sensitivity increase in select erogenous areas," the voice said.

I didn't know exactly what that meant, but I didn't like the sound of it.

I felt the slime shift again, this time on my lower back. Something was moving under the gelatinlike surface, and I felt the whir of machinery slightly vibrate the entire bed.

Cool metal touched my hips, causing me to mentally jump. Something was slithering its way around my waist, encircling me in a cool metallic ring. Once it circumnavigated my hips, I felt it tighten, sitting where a belt would and holding me in place.

However, the mechanical vibration didn't stop, and something else slipped from the surface of the bed. This time, a metallic item was directly under me, and I fell it applying pressure between my ass cheeks, slipping past their gentle curves with its slick surface..

I wanted to thrash and shout, beg them to let me go, but all I could do was sit and wait, watching the rainbow waves as this thing moved closer and closer to my asshole.

It felt cool, and it had some kind of slippery substance on it to make sure that there was no friction against my skin.

Was I about to be fucking probed?

I thought my fears were confirmed when the device touched my anus, but it just sat there, settled directly on the entrance to my ass, but not pushing in.

Visuals changed again, and now the colors all fell away completely. What I saw instead was fast moving images and video clips as a steady drone sounded in my ears. Each clip was of a cock pushing into a puckering asshole, each opening up to receive a massive, lubricated dick.

I felt a frog rise in my throat again as these images were fed in my brain, and I felt a tingling sensation on my ass.

The electronic voice broke past the drowning. "Increasing sensitivity of nerves in anus and promoting pliability in muscle tissue."

The tingling turned to sharp pinpricks as some kind of treatment was applied to to my ass.

I didn't want to be more sensitive or pliable.

I wanted out.

Still, nothing.

The close-up images of assholes swallowing huge cocks changed slightly, this time with each image zoomed out a little bit.

Before, when all I could see was a dick and a smooth hole, my first impression was the holes were those of women.

I was wrong.

Every last image I was being shown was of a man, some muscular and some thin and willowy, but all with freshly shaved assholes that were being split open by another man.

The pain faded, and I suddenly lost my breath. Before, I'd definitely been able to feel the device, whatever it was, on my ass, but now I was hyper aware of everything about it. I could feel its curve and texture, its hardness settled against my soft hole, even the tiny transmitters on the tip, which had been violating me only moments before.

Shockingly, it feltgood.

They hadn't just made my asshole more sensitive. They had made it hypersensitive.

I started to breathe uneven, fast breaths, trying to tell myself that they said this was all reversible, but I was failing to truly calm myself.

It wasn't long until I smelled the calming chemical again, and my brain slowed.

The device pulled away from my ass, and the voice spoke again. "Anal sensitivity increased. Beginning improvement of oral sensitivity."

Nope. No way. If this is what they were doing to me, there was no way I could let it continue. I tried giving the machine commands, as if I could find some mental emergency eject button. I tried to meditate, sending my brain far away. I tried to fight physically, tear myself out of this thing. I tried everything I could. I couldn't so much as make a finger twitch.

Then, through the face mask that was planted over my head, I sensed the second device. Being so much closer to my head, I could hear it electronically humming and hissing as it moved like a tentacle, drawing closer to my mouth. I mentally fought as it pressed up against my lips, and I could feel small divots, andmetallic transmitters, similar to what I had felt on my ass.

I wouldn't play their game.

Unfortunately, a haptic buzz fired through my brain, and my mouth opened without my telling it to do so.

My body was no longer my own.

This device wasn't only able to stop me from moving, it was able to tell me what to do.

The strange, tentacle-like metal probe moved over my tongue, careful and slow.

It soon reached my throat, and as I felt my body reflexively gag, there was another haptic buzz, and my body stopped lurching.

"Gag reflex suppressed," the electronic voice buzzed.

It was a completely bizarre feeling, but I felt the metallic worm slide down my throat with zero resistance, and even though I knew that I would usually be coughing in fits, my body sat perfectly still.

My visual stream changed again, and 3-D close-up videos of cocks slipping into mouths filled my vision. The images quickly changed one to the next, but each illusory cock looked so large that I didn't know if I'd be able to wrap my fingers around them.

The lips would kiss and lick the dicks as they approached, parting wide to invite them in.

At the same time I was forced to watch, I felt the same electrical buzz in my throat that I had previously experienced on my ass.

I tried to close my eyes to block out the images, but the headset hummed again, and my eyes were shot open against my will.

I was being forced to watch dozens of cocks slide between anonymous lips as I had some unknown procedure done on my esophagus.

I felt like I was going to explode, but my body refused to respond.

As the tentacle continued its work, I felt my throat become as hypersensitive as my anus, and I swore I could feel each individual drop of saliva as it ran down my tongue into my stomach.

The metallic appendage retreated, and I was left mouth open, breathing heavily, and unable to focus on anything but the new sensations in my throat and my asshole.

The videos faded to black.

The researchers said that they were going to alter my sexuality, but so far all they had done was alter my body. I prayed that was the extent of it.

You can imagine my disappointment when I heard the voice say "first augmentation sequence complete. Beginning augmentation sequence two."

If I could've controlled my body, I would be shaking. The changes they had made on my orifices were marked and significant. I didn't want to know what other changes they would be making to me.

I almost felt like a machine that they were making settings adjustments too, and I didn't like it.

My field of view again burst into light and color. One moment, I could see nothing, and next, I was nearly blinded with flashing videos and pictures overlaid on top of one another, morphing from one frame to the next.

The quickly-changing images were of penises of various shapes and sizes appearing for fractions of seconds.

I felt a signal ring through my brain, and my mind suddenly was like ice cream in the sun: soft and dripping.

My voice rose without me controlling it, groaning in confusion.

I swore I could almost feel my brain moving, being rewired and rearranged by whatever they were doing to me.

My eyes wouldn't close, still forced open as the dicks continued to change one to another.

I watched them sway, grow, churn, and pulse. I watched as precum dribbled off their heads, rolling down their thick shafts.

It felt like somebody had put baking soda and vinegar into my frontal lobe, and now I could feel it bubble and fizz.

At some point, all comprehensible thoughts stopped, and I could do nothing but lay back and let myself be worked on.

I found myself staring at the dicks, focused on their shape, size, weight, color, texture, and anything else I could notice about them.

I couldn't formulate exactly what I was thinking, but it was like my eyes were magnetically pulled to the cocks, snapping in place and refusing to be pulled away.

Even when I only saw each for a moment, my brain started categorizing and noticing details about each. Some were soft, hanging flaccidly. Others were erect, with flared, shining heads.

I continued to feel throbbing in different parts of my head as the machine kept working through me.

It was like the cocks in front of me were being slid through my brain, repositioning and altering it around them.

I heard my own voice begin to babble and mumble as my brain tingled.

My ass and throat, now so sensitive, ached, yearning to be stimulated.

Whatever they were doing to my mind, it was causing me to be fixated on that empty, vacuumous sensation.

I don't know how long I stayed like that, cocks being shown to me as electrical impulses were fired through my gray matter, but I knew that by the end, it felt like my thoughts had been turned into a bowl of dick-flavored oatmeal. I was completely unable to gather my thoughts or organize them.

It was almost like I was putting on somebody else's tailored suit: certain parts were much smaller than I was used to, and other parts felt roomy and loose.

The dicks didn't stop being projected into my eyes, but they change slightly.

Actually... I wasn't sure if they had changed, or if I had.

They seemed more vibrant and saturated than before, as if some haze had been removed from my eyes. I traced every vein and ridge, letting my eyes rest on the swollen heads and low-hanging testicles. I watched as balls bounced in front of me, tightening and loosening with changes in blood flow and heat. I could almost feel the warmth from the dicks as I stared, and my mouth began to water even more.

The sweet chemical smell being pumped into my mask strengthened, and I found myself sucking more into my lungs happily.

No... This was wrong. I wasn't supposed to... What was happening?

Another tingle ran through my spine as I kept breathing deeply.

Once again, I felt the metallic appendage on my tongue.

I hadn't even realized that my mouth had been open this whole time, my tongue extended. I realized that drool was running from my lower lip to my chin.

The probe was back, but it was slightly different.

There was a coating on the appendage this time, and with my newly sensitive tongue and taste receptors, I realized that it was a silicone sheath, soft and pliable. The tip of the silicone sleeve was bulbed, and as it slid into my open maw, I felt textured ridges up and down its length.

I still had no gag reflex to speak of, and when it reached my throat, I felt my body relax and swallow it without hesitation.

Was the device making me relax as well? I hadn't felt any impulses flash through my mind, and the electrical buzz was gone. Still, I was unclenching my airway as it was penetrated more and more.

I wanted to stop, but unlike before, where it felt like there was a wall that I couldn't climb over, now it felt like there was something holding me back.

The thought hit me like a train:

My body wanted this plastic-coated cock buried in my throat.

It was almost like those moments when you're unable to stop yourself from having one more pistachio or one more slice of cake, but it was multiplied by a thousand.

I wasn't being forced by some thing external. I was being forced by a deep, carnal craving.

As the flared tip sank deeper between my lips, I quickly discovered precisely what increased sensitivity meant.

It was as if someone had relocated all of the nerve endings from the head of my dick to the walls of my esophagus: the silicone-coated probe was sending tidal waves of pleasure through me with every new millimeter.

I even began swallowing just to rub the walls of my throat against its textured surface.

After the prehensile arm was nearly a foot inside of me, the machine began to pump in and out.

I watched as the videos on my screen became those of blowjobs: they were of men servicing other men, some of them being held in place and throat fucked, and others happily deep throating of their own accord.

I watched them in a fugue state, unable to do anything but imagine that the device that was violating me was one of these men, shoving his massive cock further and further into my mouth.

God, no.... This was wrong. I had to stop...

What had they done to me?

I felt my eyes glaze over as another puff of chemical fumes was fed into my nose. The appendage even stopped pistoning in and out of me for a moment, just so I could gasp in some of the chemical concoction.

It didn't wait long before diving back into my open, drooling mouth.

I shuddered with pleasure.

I felt another pressure as my mouth continued to be stretched: the second probe had returned to my anus, and just as before, I could feel every slight motion and curve of the device on my ass.

This one felt soft too, and I knew that it was another silicone-coated metal tentacle rising from the jelly.

I hated to admit it, but that researcher had been right. They were making this as pleasurable as possible.

I felt a feeble voice of resistance in the back of my brain, but it was quickly shouted down by every other part of me that was crying out for more of this twisted bliss.

I relaxed my ass, using my enhanced sensitivity to savor the gentle roundness of the head.

I couldn't believe what I was doing, but that didn't stop me. I flexed my asshole to widen it, inviting in the very device that had violated me.

It continued to push, slowly and mechanically breaking past the entrance to my ass as the images in front of me change to those of cocks entering tight, virgin assholes.

The metal beast in my throat sped up, stroking the inside of my throat with its ribbed sleeve.

As it did, the appendage that was slithering into my anus pulsed, secreting some sticky, viscous fluid onto it surface.

Oh, God. It was lubricating me.

Every cell in my ass felt as sensitive as the palm of my hand, and the fluid that was being applied tingled a bit. There almost seem to be a cooling, soothing sensation.

I shifted my hips to open them more.

Wait... I could shift my hips. I was able to relax my ass on my own without this computer telling me to. I could move now.

As the tentacle continued to explore my virgin hole, I tested the restraints on my wrist and legs. They were tight, and I could tell that they wouldn't budge an inch.

At least I could close up my throat and try to spit this thing out. Then I could tighten my asshole and try to block this thing from entering me.

I could fight.

Something gave me pause.

Maybe just a minute more...

If I was going to take legal action later after all, I want as much evidence as I could get... Right?

As I thought this, I became aware that the appendage in my mouth was leaking some kind of fluid from its tip as well. It was thick and viscous, and I felt the silicone wrapped metal become even slimier in my throat.

"Depositing 6 fluid ounces of donated pre-ejaculate into the subject, "thorough robotic voice and tone overhead.

I stopped, realizing that I had been closing my eyes, savoring the taste of this strange liquid.

Pre-ejaculate? Like pre-cum?

I'm ashamed to say that I didn't stop hungrily drinking down the liquid even as the horror hit me.

It wasn't actually coming straight from a dick, so it wasn't gay, right? These were just machines, not anything else. I couldn't help that certain parts of my body were more sensitive than others.

This was those damn researchers' faults.

I blinked. My eyes had glazed over as I continued to stare at the flashing screen of cock. Close-ups and long shots were mixed, and I was being shown scene after scene of men with limbs intertwined and mouths pressed up against one another. They moved their hands passionately over each other's bodies, feeling and groping.

I watched the scenes with renewed interest. Men gripped thighs, spreading other men open as they inserted their thick, girthy cocks. The men who were being entered parted their lips in moans, crying out to the universe as they were split open.

I hummed around the fake cock gliding over my tongue.

The appendage that was teasing my ass pushed, penetrating me as I groaned.

I felt like a condom, my entire being stretched over a hard surface, reshaped until it seemed like the silicone coated probe took up every inch of me.

I sighed, and I relax more, begging for another inch.

This was wrong. I knew that.

Still, I didn't stop.

My dick was swollen, strained against the electrode-covered cage. I wondered what data they were collecting from my cock, but I quickly realized that I didn't care.

I just wanted more of this.

The images shifted in a dreamlike way, melting from one scene of gay sex to another.

As I watched these men fuck, I was completely hypnotized. The device in my ass had started to move, and as I watched, it matched the rhythms of the lovers appearing on my headset.

I had the sudden sense that I was them and they were me, Their identities being transmitted through the headset, morphing my very soul to match theirs.

I was being fucked as them.

The probe sped up with each video, flexing and shaping itself with my body, making sure to hit my prostate directly each time it moved.

Another buzz rattled through my brain, and I felt my thoughts quiet.

I was being made single-minded, trained to obsess over men, and I was completely helpless to resist.

I stayed like that for I don't know how long, my throat and ass stretched wide as my brain was recomposed.

I don't know if I fell asleep, fell unconscious, or fell to a mental level below my perception, but I didn't become aware of myself again until the headset was being lifted off of my face, my cheeks and forehead cooling as a layer of sweat touched the air for the first time in... I didn't know how long.

The probes in both my mouth and anus had been removed, and I was empty without their presence, as if I could still feel their ghosts inside of me. I swallowed, feeling my raw esophagus soothed by warm saliva.

I blinked, everything seeming too bright and too vivid. It was like I was stepping out of Plato's cave for the first time, seeing the world stretched out in front of me. My limbs were weak, and I knew that even once the restraints were removed, I would be shaky and slow.

I felt like I had run a marathon, even though I'd hardly moved an inch.

I became aware that the headset was being removed by some figure. My eyes were unfocused, and my brain felt like it was in a slurry, but I recognized the woman standing over me. It was the nurse who had initially called me and Matt back.

She somehow... Looked different. I couldn't put my finger on it, but it was almost as if her shiny hair was less shiny, or her rosy cheeks were less rosy. She looked... fine.

All of my schoolboy nerves had been replaced with a headache.

I tried to speak, but the best I could do was babble.

The nurse simply nodded, unlatching the restraints and undoing each of the bizarre devices that she had initially attached.

However, when it came to the device around my soft dick, she simply unplugged the wires, leaving the actual device still on me, a cage unattached from any other machinery.

I still couldn't form words, but a quizzical look must've crossed my face. She smirked down at me. "You won't be needing that little thing for the rest of the study," she said.

Little thing? Rest of the study? I was simultaneously embarrassed and confused. I thought we had reached at the end. What else was there for them to do to me?

The nurse eased me up as some of my strength returned, gently guiding me to the edge of the gel bed.

No more chemical-filled air was being pumped into my lungs as far as I knew, but I couldn't seem to raise any concern. I didn't feel the need to cover myself, and I was no longer panicked.

I simply wanted to follow her to wherever she was leading me.

She stood me up and walked me to the door.

Where had my clothes gone?

My foggy brain dismissed it. I was shuffled down the labyrinth of white halls once again, granules of clarity falling into my brain speck by speck like an hourglass.

I was semi-lucid when we stopped. We were in front of a door.

The nurse stopped and turned to me, gesturing with to enter.

I blinked. I didn't have the strength to run away right now, and I didn't think I could organize words into a sentence. Following her guidance once again, I opened the door.

My uneasy breath caught in my throat as I did.

There was another pink gel bed in the center of the room, and my roommate, Matt, was laying on its soft surface.

If he had been wearing a headset and cuffs before, his had been removed as well, but they also noticed that he had no cage-like device around his dick. His cock hung freely, half swollen.

Holy shit. It was huge. I forced myself to look at the rest of him instead.

This was my first time seeing Matt naked, and I took a minute to admire all of the hard work he must have done to sculpt his body. His muscles shimmered with sweat, probably having gone through a similar mental strain as me over the study. His chiseled chest rose and fell as he breathed, a modest layer of body hair peppered along his pecs and abs.

Once again, I found myself looking at his thick cock. It was uncircumcised, which surprised me. It had a thick vein running along the top of it, and a bush of straight blond hair sat at its wide base. His balls shifted and churned in a natural rhythm, tightening and loosening with his body heat.

I heard something hit the ground, and I looked down. With burning cheeks, I realized that a strand of drool had fallen from my gaping mouth and hit the floor.

I hadn't even realized that my mouth had been open.

The great sense of emptiness was still present in my asshole and throat, and as I had been staring at Matt's dick, I couldn't help but think about how it would feel deep inside of me. I wondered how it would feel to be held tight by Matt's strong arms, pressed up against his hairy chest as he pumped his dick in and out of me.

Fuck... Was I really thinking that? As my brain returned slowly to sobriety, I thought that I would be feeling normal again, but this was anything but normal. I felt like I had a presence of mind, but I couldn't stop thinking about being filled, being bred, even by my own roommate.

Moreover, I couldn't imagine about not thinking about that. Now that the thought head been planted in my head, it was diving deeper, implanting itself like a seed.

The researcher had told me that this would be reversible. I prayed that they were right.

I took a silent step forward, taking care to not make a sound. As I did, I became aware that the cage around my dick was being strained, pulled away from my body with an attempted erection.

It did not give in, continuing to hold my cock fast.

I could hardly believe that I was even considering this, but even as I doubted myself, I continued to approach. Even though my body was now wholly under my control, I couldn't stop myself from wanting this with every fiber of my being.

Soon, I was right next to Matt, standing above his nude body, able to smell his pheromone-filled sweat mixed with masculine body spray.

I watched him sleep for a moment, his lip trembling every so often in unconscious speech. I wanted to feel those lips forced against mine, kissing him until neither of us could breathe anything but the other.

I shuddered. This was so wrong.

That fought didn't stop me from reaching down and placing a hand on his supple chest, feeling his gentle heartbeat under my palm.

Matt's eyes fluttered open. And they always been that green?

His gaze was cloudy as he woke, and I tenderly rubbed his chest as he stared up at me.

It felt like my lungs were full of birds, each flapping, and causing my breath to shake, stopping any air that could be turned into words before it left my body. I parted my lips, but I found nothing to say.

Matt recovered faster than I had, and he reached up, grabbing my hip and neck with a hand each, his hands holding me fast as he pulled me down on top of him.

I slid onto the pink gel bed, letting him shepherd me down until I was pressed up against his body. I felt his heartbeat again. Now it was beating faster. I wondered how mine was racing.

Without a single word, Matt brought his lips to mine, kissing me. For the first time, I felt a man's stubble scratch my chin, and I melted in his hands.

Had this always been in my grasp? Had it always been something available? Why had I waited so long?

This whole study had been put together to alter my brain, but now that I was here, I felt like there wasn't any alternative to this. This was what I had always been created to do.

I had to know. I pulled away from our kiss. "Did they...?" I asked, my breath words trailing off.

"Yeah," Matt said, his hot breath cascading over my lips. "You?"

I just nodded. It brought myself down again, kissing him.

His hands traveled up and down my body as our tongues met. It was as if he was trying to savor every inch of me.

Matt was much taller than me, so when I felt his hard cock, it was against my lower thigh.

A nervous pressure rose in my chest.

As if sensing this, that ran his fingers through my hair, using his thumb to gently caress the side of my head.

My body turned to liquid as he gave me the small sign of reassurance.

Without another word, I again pulled my lips away from his, now letting them find a home on his cheek, his neck, his chest, and traveling down his body until I was kissing his abs.

His skin was salty and warm.

His dick, which was fully erected and as thick as my wrist, touched my chest kissed his lower stomach. I let one hand rise to take it in my grip, and when I did, I could feel a surge of energy. Simply holding him was enough to make his cock swell.

He groaned. "Sorry," he said, "they made my dick feel fucking crazy."

I pulled back, still holding his cock. Now I was staring at it.

I knew what was next.

They had raised the sensitivity of his dick along with that of my ass and throat. It was obvious what they wanted us to do. It was obvious that if we did this, they would win. It was obvious that I couldn't do this.

I watched a beat of pre-cum appear on the tip of Matt's uncircumcised penis.

"That's okay," I said. I brought my head down, opening my watering mouth, and for the first time, I took a real dick into my mouth.

I sucked down his bitter pre-ejaculate as I swirled my tongue around his head and pulled back the foreskin. A musky manly taste filled my brain as I let my eyes close.

My jaw and lips stretched wide open, inviting him deeper as he began to thrust his hips. I met his rhythm, providing suction as he pulled out and relaxing my throat as he pushed in.

Having his thick cock travel across my lips was like letting a new orgasm roll through my body.

Matt groaned and brought his hands to the back of my head, lacing his fingers through my thick hair and gripping it tight. He pushed me farther down, slipping deeper and deeper into me until his dense pubic hair was pressed up hard against my nose.

I moved my throat, trying to coax more pre-come from him by flexing my larynx around his dick head.

This was wrong.

What the fuck had they done to us?

Matt pulled my head up, stroking his shaft with my mouth, leaving a thick layer of spit.

Carefully, slowly, he moved me, his strong muscles forcing his massive dick in and out of me.

Feeling his foreskin peel back and his flared head stop up my throat. I could only breathe when he allowed me to.

Something about that set a shiver in my body. This experiment, this research, whatever it was, it had turned me into nothing more than a sex-crazed nympho, and they made it so that even my own roommate couldn't resist using me.

Gripping my hair tighter, Matt sped up, pumping his cock in and out of my mouth, each time forcing wet, squelching sounds out of me. For years, I had watched as Matt would bring home girl after girl, and now he was fucking my face as if it was just another pussy.

I shifted my legs under me, my calf brushing up against my caged dick. A glob of pre-ejaculate left a trail on my leg.

God, why was I leaking this much just from having a cock in my throat?

And yet, I couldn't bring myself to stop.

I continued to hungrily move in time with Matt's thrusting, moving my tongue over him, just to taste more of his hard dick.

After what seemed like hours, Matt pulled my head off of his lap, a thick strand of white spit trailing from the head of his slick cock all the way to my open, gasping mouth. He held me by my hair, and I knew that if he let go, I would go right back to swallowing him. I couldn't resist.

Matt swung his leg over me, breaking the string of saliva as he slid off of the bed. It fell, hitting the edge of the pink bed with a splat.

I watched him get up, once again admiring his body. I'd always known that he was taller than me, but now he looked imposing. Powerful.

We had only exchanged a few words since he had awaken, but we both knew how much had changed between us. He was the action, and I was the object.

As he turned back around to face me, Matt reached out and grabbed my waist, pulling me to the edge of the bed as if I was nothing more than a pillow. I whimpered.

Matt trailed his fingers up and down my body, my sweat gliding across his digits.

Then, bringing his face down to my ass, he kissed my lower back softly. His rough stubble scraped my skin, contrasting with his plump lips. He used a hand to hold my back down, keeping me bent over as he trailed his tongue closer and closer to my asshole. I melted into the bed and moaned as he explored me with his mouth. I had never been worshipped like this before, caressed and savored.

When his tongue finally touched my ass, it was as if he was licking every part of me at once, sending overwhelming surges of pleasure over my body. He teased me for only a few seconds before he began to lap hungrily at my hole, and I couldn't help but flex and move as he did, begging him to push his tongue in, taste me.

Grabbing each of my hips with an iron grip, Matt pulled me back onto his tongue, forcing his way into my sensitive asshole. I cried out, letting my arms fold in on my body as he ravaged me with his mouth. I had my dick sucked before, but having my ass eaten by Matt was completely different: I felt like he was consuming me, siphoning my soul from my body.

He growled, causing his lips to vibrate against my sensitive entrance.

Fuck.

I felt something growing inside of me. Slowly and methodically, Matt was coaxing an orgasm from my ass using only his mouth. I whined, simultaneously begging him to stop and begging him to continue in the same needy cry.

My mind flashed back to the first time I had met Matt. We had shaken hands, and even back then I knew how small I was compared to him. His fingers had wrapped around mine, and now, as those same fingers dug into my waist, pulling me back, I wanted them to never let go.

They had to though, hadn't they? I hadn't always felt like this... This was a manufactured feeling. This was the same as taking medication: any sensations were only symptoms of what treatment had been applied. These were not my feelings. They had been forced upon me.

So why did it feel so good? So natural?

My thoughts were interrupted when I realized that I was on the brink of an intense orgasm. Matt pulled away before I could dive over the edge, leaving me feeling lost without his exploring mouth.

Without letting go of my hips, Matt stood, lining up his massive cock with my virgin ass.

Was I still a virgin? After everything that happened with that infernal device and Matt, I felt like I had been doing this my whole life.

I hiked up my left leg, spreading myself wider. I couldn't take it anymore. I didn't care what happened. I needed this. Matt settled the head of his dick against my spit-soaked ass, and, without hesitation, he pushed into me.

I gasped, my mouth gaping as he shoved his hard, thick cock into me.

I wish that I could say it wasn't what I had imagined. I wish that I could say it felt just okay. I wish I could say anything else but the truth.

As my own roommate filled my ass for the first time, I felt like I had found my purpose in life.

My mouth was open in a silent moan, and Matt reached his hand around, hooking his fingers into my open mouth. He did the same with his other hand, pulling me back by my cheeks and forcing my mouth wide open as he stuffed me.

My eyes fluttered. My mouth, still nearly as sensitive as my anus, he missed the feeling of something inside of it. I dragged my tongue over his digits, slobbering and drooling over every finger. Matt moved forward with each thrust, bottoming out as he moved a finger over my tongue.

I tried to close my lips around Matt's fingers, sucking them deeper, but he was using them as leverage, pulling me backward to grind his cock deep inside of me.

The immense pressure in me returned, my caged cock throbbing as Matt began to wrench an orgasm from my body.

Matt pulled his cock mostly out, and I was aware of every vein and ridge that decorated his shaft. I swore I could even feel his pulse through his cock, swelling slightly with every heartbeat.

Once only his head was left in me, Matt changed courses, slamming himself into me once again and rearranging my guts as he did. Whatever they had done had definitely made my body more pliable and receptive to such abuse, but it was still surprising to actually be fucked like a simple toy. It was like I was just a piece of silicone for him to use.

With his next thrust, Matt picked up his speed, his own legs shaking as he buried his shaft in me. His movements, although relentless, were jerky and shaky, as if he couldn't control himself. His movements were that of a man wrestling with his own mind.

That struck me. Matt was probably in a similar state, unable to resist what he was doing to me in spite of his conscious resistance. His mind was fighting against his body as well, and we were both losing.

Matt was angling himself down with every thrust, his dick drumming against my prostate.

His dick tightened, and after only a few minutes, I knew that he was on the edge.

The force rising inside of me was almost uncontrollable now, and even as I tried to fight it back, I knew that I had been conquered.

With Matt's fingers still in my drooling mouth, I heard my voice. It came out as a perverse parody of speech, a language made up of only vowels.

Matt slipped his fingers from my lips and wrapped them, still wet, around my throat.

"What was that?" He asked, his voice shaky. It sounded as if it was coming from another world.

As the oxygen left my brain, I whispered "cum in me."

Matt groaned, and he kept fucking me. I felt his dick bounce inside of me, his cock spasming.

That feeling, the knowledge that I was about to be pumped full of delicious, warm semen, broke the tension in my body, and like a glass of water filled to the brim, I felt myself overflow.

A weight that I hadn't even been aware of was lifted from my shoulders as my orgasm rang through my body. It was as if all of the bonds in all of the molecules that made me up fell apart. I melted to a pure liquid. I collapsed, my legs giving out as the first surge of cum poured from my trapped cock. However, the most intense sensation was inside of me, my ass shaking and clenching around Matt's dick. It was as if my insides were trying to milk him.

After only seconds, I felt the first splash of jizz inside of me, a steady and thick stream pouring into my being. Matt did not stop pumping as he came, his growl turning into a full on moan. It seemed like it lasted forever, me laying there being filled with my roommate's virile seed.

Finally, Matt fell on top of me, keeping my ass filled with his dick. His muscular chest flexed against my back, his weight pushing air out of my lungs.

His presence was comforting, almost like a weighted blanket. I smelled him again, his cologne and sweat soaking into my brain.

Eventually, we heard the door knob turn again, and the same nurse as before stuck her head. I shifted to move, but Matt held me in place, kissing my shoulder and thrusting into my ass one last time.

"I think we've gotten plenty of data, boys," She said. "Follow me."

We were shuffled through the white hallways again, both still completely nude save for my cock cage. With each step, Matt's semen ran from my ass, dripping down the inside of my thighs. At first, I had tried to catch his seed in my hands, but the nurse had just waved me off, telling me to not worry about it. It was a strange sensation, having his come trickle from my asshole with every step.

Even though Matt was no longer inside of me, I felt loose and used, my stretched hole still holding his shape.

We approached a door that looked identical to every other one in the building's labyrinthian underground halls, and the nurse, without any fanfare, opened it.

Whereas the previous rooms had all been sterile and filled with electronics, this one had select homey touches. Bookshelves lined the walls, and a large wooden desk decorated with a variety of tchotchkes and trinkets was positioned in the middle of the floor.

Behind the desk, a man in a blue lab coat typed away on a laptop, his furious clacking uninterrupted by our entrance. He was smiling wildly as he typed.

"Excellent job, men," he said, still not looking up at us. "Excellent job. The data you have given us today is absolutely vital for our purposes. We knew that we were on the right track, but we had no idea to what extent."

Matt and I just looked at each other. I'd initially meant for it to be a wry, snarky look, but once my eyes met his, I couldn't help but blush.

"Without any external prompting," the researcher said, "you two, who we had previously identified as primarily straight men, engaged in extremely sexual acts with one another. That is absolutely invaluable. Absolutely invaluable."

He continued to type with one hand, but he opened his desk with the other, reaching in and grabbing two slips of paper. He slid them across the table, offering them to us.

"Here is your compensation, boys," he said. "I cannot thank you enough. Once you step out of this room, our fine staff will take you back to two more recomposition rooms, so we can reverse all the procedures done today."

I opened my mouth to yell at him. I thought about diving across the table, grabbing him by the collar of his blue lab coat.

I felt Matt's hand around my clenched fist, however. I relaxed at his touch, and I let him intertwine his fingers with mine.

"I think you've done enough," Matt said.

I felt like there was something stuck in my throat. Did Matt mean what I thought he meant?

The man in the lab coat stopped typing. He looked up at Matt, and then to me, both of us nude and exposed, holding hands.

"I don't know about Mo," Matt continued, "but today I felt better than I have in my entire life, and quite frankly I don't want your creepy ass dinging around inside my head again."

I opened and closed my mouth, unsure of what to say.

Luckily, my body already knew what I wanted. I pulled Matt by his hand closer to me, his arm pressing up against mine. He let go of my hand, and he put his muscular arm around my shoulder.

"What he said," I intoned, blushing as Matt gripped to my shoulder.

I leaned forward and grab the two slips of paper, vouchers for the promised money.

I could leave this room and follow the nurse, let them try to turn me back into what I had been before. However, I knew that I would never be able to forget. Anytime I was intimate with somebody after this, I would be chasing the high that I had felt today. If I tried to revert, I knew that my life would only be a shadow of what it was. Besides, I would never be able to look at Matt the same again, knowing how good he had made me feel.

"This is all just artificial emotion, boys," the researcher said. "You're not thinking straight."

The word "artificial" meant nothing to me. The warmth from Matt's body did.

I stood on my tiptoes, giving Matt a kiss on the cheek.

"Let's get out of here," I said.

He smiled down at me, his full lips parting to reveal his perfect smile. "Let's."