Beta Testing Pt. 01

Prologue:

"So, it's agreed then, in order to determine if lesser males can be made to serve a far greater purpose in society, we should implement the beta testing protocols immediately." The tall slender and well endowed woman at the head of the table in the boardroom asked her assembled colleagues.

"I for one have no objection but I am concerned as to whether or not this is completely legal. Since it is our intention not only to show that virtually any beta male can be made to accept a new and profoundly submissive role in society but also to publish our results and ultimately profit from our research." One of the gentlemen, a well dressed man in his early forties asked.

"It's simple," The woman at the head of the table said as she began to explain, "There will be no legal issues once we get a signed consent form. The only real issue is where to get our first test subject. Does anyone have some idea?"

"What criteria will we be um using?" An elderly but obviously rich man seated far down towards the opposite end of the table from the woman who seemed to be in charge asked.

"Our research records indicate that the best chance of obtaining optimal results require a test subject that is in his late teens between the ages of eighteen and twenty years, be of a smaller stature and a slight build no taller than five foot five and weighing no more than one hundred and twenty pounds, have a poor history with sports, be awkward with the opposite sex preferably a virgin, have little or no marketable skills in more masculine jobs, be a constant masturbator and be utterly lazy. In other words, just about any nerd, geek, spaz or dork will do." The woman explained.

The last comment provoked a round of laughter from the learned men and women seated around the table.

"So some sci/fi trekky who beats off all day and won't get a real job and can't seem to get it on with the ladies? Hell, I got one for you. My son fits all criteria. Small, lazy, shy and useless. He's eighteen and graduates from highschool in just two weeks. I told him he needs to get a job or go to college after highschool and he ignores me. He'd be perfect. We could use part of our grant money to give him a scholarship contingent on participating in the beta testing program. He's the perfect beta to test on." Another woman in her early forties offered.

"Excellent idea. Keeps everything in the family so to speak. Nice and tidy besides, I've met this good for nothing kid. He's the very problem we are trying to solve. I can't see him ever getting a girlfriend let alone a wife someday. Might as well send him off down a different path now before he gets too old to train." Another man said, he was barely in his thirties and look like any jock who might hate beta males and it showed.

"Oh, he's got a girlfriend, her name is Rosie Palms and she's got five dirty sisters." The woman whom had offered up her son said eliciting another round of laughter from the assembly.

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Chapter 1.

My name is Matthew Prince and this is the story I was invited to tell.

I stat on a chair in the kitchen in disbelief as I read the letter:

"Congratulations, you have been awarded a full scholarship to attend the University of Hillsboro. Inclosed you'll find all the information you need for registration and we hope to see you in the fall."

The letter went on but I hardly read anything past the first lines. I knew of the university because that's where mom works as a psychologist but I hadn't applied for admissions.

"Mom, is this your doing?" I yelled across the house.

"Is what my doing?" She said as she walked into the kitchen.

"This." I said handing her the letter of acceptance.

"Oh yes, it's called a legacy admission. I told the dean you might be interested. I'm glad you got it. It says here it's a full scholarship. Congratulations." Mom said and I swore I saw something in her expression like the time she allowed me to climb a tree knowing I was gonna fall on my ass or the time she... Never mind. I just saw something.

"I wasn't really sure about going to college. Highschool sucked, can't expect college to be any better." I said still not looking over the letter completely.

"Well, it's college or get a job." Mom said and I had no real desire to get a job either but between the two, college, especially free college, seemed preferable.

"It says here that registration for the summer session is in two days. Do you want me to go with you, it says here you need to register through the Beta Testing program. I guess you have to test products to earn your way through school." Mom said.

"What kind of products? No never mind. I'll find out when I get there and I dont want my mom tagging along. I can handle it." I said. I sure didn't want to be seen with my mom at college even if she did work there. No chance of snagging some pussy with her around.

"This really blows though. I graduate in four days and now I have to start school in the summer instead of the fall like most other kids." I exclaimed half under my breath but my mom heard me.

"No harm getting a jump on things and then when the freshmen start in the fall, you'll be the big man on campus already." Mom suggested and again, I saw that same look. Like she knew something I didn't

So two days later and twos day before my highschool graduation I went to the university and after finding the Beta Testing department was ushered into a room with several women for what I was told would be a short interview and an explanation of my responsibilities and also to receive my class schedule. Part of the deal for the scholarship was taking the classes they assigned me and not the ones I wanted.

"So, Matthew Princess, it says here that your highschool test scores lend themselves to a liberal arts education. How do you feel about that?" One woman who introduced herself as Professor Foremost asked.

"Yeah, whatever." I answered as I really didn't care and liberal arts seemed easier than hard sciences. "And it's not Princess, It's Prince. My name is Prince, Matthew Prince. Not Princess."

"Oh yes, I see it here. I'm terribly sorry. I'm afraid I already made out your school Identification card so you'll have to suffer with it for the summer session but we can get it fixed in the fall. So you have been told you need to beta test some products and give an honest review of them to earn your scholarship correct?" She asked.

"Yeah, sure. I'm told I get to keep them when we are done. Anything interesting or expensive? I asked.

"We'll see. Just finish filling out the consent forms and we can get started." She said and I must have signed my name at least a hundred times on as many forms.

"Now that we got that out of the way, you can go down to Lab 37 for beta testing or Room 362 for you class schedule. Whichever you prefer but you need to go to both today." she said ushering me out of her office by putting my school I. D. and a name tag in my hand. Both said Princess.

"Do I have to wear this?" I asked noting the name discrepancy.

"Sorry but yes, while on campus anyway." She said and pinned the I. D. on my shirt pocket.

And so with the name Princess on my name tag and with no first name to give it any possible context, I walked first down to lab 37 to see what kinds of products I would be beta testing.

"Oh, your a boy." The receptionist said with what I could have sworn was fake astonishment as if she was really expecting a boy. "The manifest said your name was Princess."

"It was a typo. My name is Matthew Prince." I explained.

"This is gonna be interesting. We had planned on a girl for today so we only have products for girls." she said and I swear she was lying to me. You know how sometimes you just know when someone is lying without any evidence? Well, I just knew.

I was led into a room where believe it or not, mom was waiting along with three other people. Two men and another woman. All professors and all in their early forties as far as I could tell.

"I came when I heard about the mixup with your name tag. I'm afraid it's not new. I've been called Princess many times around here. They'll get if fixed eventually but I'm afraid it means you'll be asked to beta test womens products. I just wanted to be here incase you needed your mother." Mom said in front of the other three professors.

That was weird beyond belief. Not the part about the mixup cause you know, shit happens, but the part about mom being here just in case I needed my mother. WOW.

"No big deal. I could have handled this on my own. You don't need to hang around or anything." I said embarrassed. I noted that mom and each of the three professors with her seemed pleased with my embarrassment. At least It seemed that way to me.

"Okay then. I'll be in my office if you need anything." Mom said and left me with the other three.

"Alright kiddo. After discovering your not a young lady we took the liberty of going through all the products to find whatever we can that you might be able to test. I am afraid some of them will be quite girly but at least we won't have you modeling any dresses or anything like that. Why dont you go in the next room and put on the hospital gown and Professor March will be in shortly to help you and explain a few things." One of the men explained indicating the woman as Professor March.

I went into the room indicated by the man. It was an exam room like you might find in any doctors office. There was a hospital gown on the exam table and it was pink.

So what. No big deal. It's not like anyone was gonna see me wear it anyway. Damn good thing I didn't let mom hang around, that's for sure. I stripped and put the pink hospital gown on and sat down and waited. I felt so weird and self conscious wearing the girly thing.

There was a small knock on the door and Professor March walked in and asked, "Are you ready?"

"Sure, so what am I testing? I asked.

"Well, like professor Canton explained, we tried to eliminate any products that were overtly girly. At least any girly things that would be seen by others. We have five products we would like you to try for the next few months and tell us what you think of them.

"One is a training bra, the second is some adult diapers, the third is plastic diaper covers, the fourth is a personal massager and the fifth is an enema kit. Hop up on the exam table and I will get you diapered and explain how they work before we proceed with the other items." She explained stunning me.

"You mean I have to wear a diaper? And a bra too?" I exclaimed.

"As I said, we tried to select products that would be easy to test without compromising your manliness to others. Hop up now. Best to get it over with." She said patting the exam table.

A bit startled by the thought of wearing both a diaper and a bra but still not wanting to get a real job and therefore needing to stay in college, I got up on the exam table and then professor march immediately put my legs up in the stirrups like I was a girl. My privates were completely exposed for her to see. I put my hands over my dick to hide my shame.

"Oh dont be such a prude. Besides we'll get that covered soon enough." She said pulling my hands to my side again exposing my dick.

Without any words she proceeded to place what I imagined was the thickest not to mention the loudest adult diaper on earth on me and tape it into place. This was followed by the so called plastic diaper cover which turned out to be extremely girly panties. It had five rows of pink lace across the butt and made even more noise than the diaper.

"Okay, you can hop down now so we can go over the other products." She said and I wasted no time in getting out of the stirrups and off the table.

"Off with the gown so we can see which size training bra fits you dear." She said. On the one hand I was glad to be rid of the overly feminine thing but on the other hand, I was standing naked except for a diaper and ultra girly plastic panties. Not to mention the fact that even the slightest movement brought the dreaded crinkling sound.

"Arms up dear." She said calling me 'dear' for the second time. A pink bra that matched the plastic panties was placed around my upper torso and hooked into place and much to my surprise, my dick got hard as a rock and began to tent the diaper even through the thick padding.

I hurriedly sat down on the chair that was supposed to be for the doctor who did the exam hoping that sitting down would conceal my erection. If it didn't, she never let on... yet.

She then handed me a box containing what was obvious to anyone on earth, was a dozen different size vibrators. "These are for personal stimulation. Normally they are used for vaginal stimulation but you're not a girl so you might practice using it..."

She left it hanging but I knew where she meant.

"And last is the enema kit. There are instructions on the box. This is a reusable model and easy to use. We are gonna need to have you document absolutely everything including everything you feel when using these products. It's very important. We get paid a lot for this and that covers your scholarship and then some. Here is a book, use it like a diary and write in it daily. Several times a day if you can." She said handing me a small pink book with the words 'my diary' in italics on the cover.

Holy shit this was turning into a weird day. But it was about to get a lot weirder.

"I'll leave you to get dressed and you can take care of that little problem that popped up if you want but don't forget to document it." She said indicating she knew about my hardon." She said and quickly left the room leaving me there with a hardon in my diaper.

I opened the book and on the first page was some questions. "Did you enjoy rubbing yourself through your diaper? Was it wet? Do you wanna have sex with a big strong man while wearing a pretty bra?

There were more questions but all seemed geared to asking the presumed girl who wore these things if she was having fun.

And I was still hard as a rock.

I decided to jack off and so I quickly laid on the exam table again and put my legs in the stirrups but instead of reaching into the diaper I gently rubbed the front of the diaper mesmerized by the way it felt. The sound of the crinkling was so loud I imagined the whole building could hear it and that somehow intensified the sensation and soon my diaper was wet with my own cum.

In a spasm of guilt, I hopped off the table and quickly got dressed. The bulk of the diaper was visible under my pants and the top of the diaper could be seen creeping out above my pants as well. I tried tucking in my shirt but it really wasn't that kind of shirt. I let the shirt hang loose so to cover some of the bulk and as long as I did not bend over or anything, I would be fine... sort of.

On the way out, The receptionist I had met on the way in handed me a full diaper bag that was pink in color. I put the box of vibrators and enema kit inside it and headed out as she told me more diapers would be delivered to my house along with extra plastic panties.

I made my way to room 362 to get my class schedule and was surprised to find that my name mixup had a profound impact on my classes. Some of the classes were for beginning nursing and some were for domestic and household management, what they called in highschool Home Economics.

I hurried home not wanting anyone to see me carrying a pink diaper bag or noticing my diaper bulge. The feel of the bra as it chaffed on my nipples kept me hard the whole way home and all I could think about was jacking off again. Or at least rubbing one out again since I came without actually touching my dcik.

Once home and knowing mom wouldn't be home for another hour, I decided to strip down to my diaper and lay face down on my bed and see if I could diaper hump my pillows. The experience was awesome. I had no idea that playing with myself like this could be so much fun.

I wondered what the vibrators and enema would feel like? But not today, maybe when I had more time.

This was going to be an interesting summer. I just had to get through two more days of highschool. Too bad this wasn't one of those schools that let seniors skip the last few days. I really did not want to be discovered in a diaper, plastic panty and a bra, let alone pretty ones. And I was gonna be hard all day.

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The assembled men and women, professors all, sat and watched the large screen television that had been set up for their viewing pleasure. On the screen was Matthew Prince who was now known by the codename "Princess". He had just finished humping his pillows on his bed while wearing his diaper, plastic panty and pretty pink training bra.

"Well, I'd call that a resounding success. Only diapered, pantied and in a bra for less than a day and already he has no control whatsoever. He has masturbated twice and was so distracted by what he was wearing he never even bothered to question the class schedule we designed for him. I think his feminization, domestication and humiliation treatments will go splendidly. Any comments or questions?" The tall slender and well endowed woman at the head of the table asked.

"Well I suspected that all beta males were sissies but I had no Idea he would take to it so quickly. Professor Prince, did you have any idea?" The man asked The professor whose son was the subject of the experiment.

"I always knew he was a constant masturbator and our research tells us that when you allow any beta male to masturbate in frilly, feminine things or wear diapers they will eventually become sex addicted submissives so yes, I knew but like you I had no idea he would slide down the slippery slope so fast." Professor Prince answered.

"Well, this is very encouraging. Should we move up the time table then? Perhaps introduce him to dresses or maybe just some lingerie? How soon before he should be placed on hormone treatment? And as for the diapers, I have an idea. Why not tell him he is supposed to use them, at least for wettings and then that he needs to be changed by someone else to further the humiliation which is essential to his treatment. We could make up a reason like it's university policy or some shit like that." Another man seated at the table suggested and the asked, "Prince, what do you think?"

"I don't really think you can go too fast with my boy if I can even call him that. No I think the faster we move the better. Continue to encourage his masturbating while adding more and more. Maybe even have him seduced by a man. Perhaps I should leave some sort of frilly things for him to find. Something that showcases servitude and shows off those diapers. Something plausible like having him be the diaper changing dummy in his upcoming nursing classes and even having him wear a traditional nurses uniform cause no mens uniforms were available? " Professor Prince offered.

"Great ideas, truly great. We'll get to work right away stepping up his treatments and leave his humiliation to you Professor Prince. Oh I know, how about a doctors visit diapered?" The tall woman who seemed to be in charge suggested to Professor Prince.

"I'll get on that right away."

The meeting broke up and Professor Prince stayed behind to watch her only son on the television screen prance around his bedroom seemingly enjoying the sound his diaper made as it crinkled.

And she smiled.