So, I thought it would be time to finally introduce myself properly. I wasn't online for quite some time but I plan on being more active on Tumblr in the future again.
I'm into colds, illness, contagion, mess (nothing too graphic though), hurt/comfort, teasing, mild humiliation and care giving.
I'm always happy to bond over sneezing or do rps, so if you're down for it just dm me:)
I also write fanfics occasionally and am open for requests.
Some of the fandoms I write for are: Hannibal, Yuuri on Ice, Voltron, Leverage, Grimm, Lord of the Rings, Psych, Hamilton, the Beatles (weird one I know), B99, Merlin, Q-Force and Good Omens. I'm into a lot of stuff though, so if you want something else just ask:)
Things I won't do are: incest, underage characters and m/f smut. Otherwise I'm open to a lot though I can't promise I'll feel comfortable with every pairing/request.
Please don't reblog my posts to non-snz kink blogs.
"guh… i t-t-hidk i'b sdfff H’itCHiew! N’Gshuu! snddggff eh’KSHuhew! agAIhhdh—AATCHOO! ATCHOO! HUPTCHOO! UPPTSHOO! sndkk... i thi'gk i 'bight be catchig a bid ob a code snddggff.. guh... or maybe the flu.... ahh’TSHUUU! oh, sdfff... i'b all sddff snrkkk... bunged ub and i'b pretty sure i'b rudding a bid ob a feber... snndgggff.. i can'd stob sdifflig... sddff... and s-s-deezig... and by throat burns.. and i'b dizzy... and by head... and by dose-e-e-eH'tshiyOO! oh by dose keeps ruddig... sddff... and ruddig and -i-is... sdfff snrrkk... s-s-sHHEIIKSHHEW! HEH-ESHOOO! so itchy and... sddff... tiggly and i'b makig such a mess... snrrkk... oh, i deed to blow... sdfff.. can you pass be adother tissue please? thagks"
My nose is so full of cold and bunged up so I thought I'd try and use chhinkni for it's intended purpose but WOW the results have me squirming with embarrassment...my nose is just so loud 😖
Hello! Can we please have more vocal hitches wavs? They drive me absolutely nuts
Hello! Ask and you shall receive (eventually). Hopefully all nuts are driven. I have to wait for the right tickle to be in the right place inside my nose for my build ups to be vocal but we got some in the end. ❤️🤸🏻♂️
Some dear friends hosted a party at a nearby botanical garden earlier this week. Between all the lilies and libations, I ended up being a watery, sneezy mess for quite a while afterward 🤧
But, I met two French bulldogs wearing bow ties and ate my weight in cheese, so it was a very worthwhile trade.
✨ Art by the exquisitely talented @aphrosnziac ! ✨ (for real, how great is this art??)
Midlife Climax (F/F cold, 1st Place Poll winner, NSFW) Part 2/2
Sorry if this seems rushed, you should know that this is based on one of my most frequent snz fantasies and I often don't really flesh out the plot and details when I'm ♡☆going at☆♡ myself.
This was a dumb idea, right?
Mia pulled into the Walsley's street, cruising down the row of large, proud houses until she came to rest outside Chloe's.
If she was wrong she'd look a fool and likely never be able to set foot in the neighbourhood again but if she was right.
Oh, if she was right…
A cursory glance in the driveway showed that Chloe's car was missing, as were her brother's and father's. All that remained was Mrs Walsley's car.
Good. She was the only one in.
—
“IH'TSCHIEW!! AHT'SCHIIIIIEW!!!” Angelene sneezed tiredly and blew her nose for what felt like the millionth time at this point. The cold had really set in now. She had only got up to shower and brush her teeth, only to head right back to bed in a fresh nighty and fluffy robe.
Maybe the swim yesterday wasn't worth it. Sure, she had gotten Mia's attention with her barely-concealed antics but couldn't she have at least waited another few days? And all the sneezing she had done probably undid any seductive efforts on her part.
Ding-dong!
Who could that be? Angelene wondered through another productive blow. She could hear Bella downstairs answering the door - she wasn't expecting anyone, she didn't have any packages arriving to her knowledge. But…Bella was letting the person in…
Pocketing her tissue, Angelene made her way to the foot of the stairs.
“Who is it, Bella?”
Her maid glanced up, as did…
Mia.
“It's a friend of Miss Chloe's, ma'am, she said they had plans.”
Mia's gaze remained fixed on her.
“Thank you, Bella.” Angelene said, making her way down.
Bella left and Angelene approached the younger woman stood in her living room.
“Chloe isn't here.”
“No?” Mia didn't look surprised.
“She left for classes early this morning.”
“Did she?”
“She has classes all day today.”
“I must have gotten my calendar mixed up.”
They stood in silence for a while, neither one sure where to go from there.
“Well,” Angelene rummaged in her pocket for the tissue, “feel free to mbake yourself at…at…AHHT'DSCHIEW!!!”
God, why did she have to be sick now?
“Bless you,” Mia steadied her gently, “I don't think that's still the pool water in your nose?”
“Ndo,” Angelene admitted dolefully, “I have this terrible cold, it's really knocked me for six.”
Mia made a noise of sympathy but didn't let go, “Why don't I take you back to bed,” she murmured, “you'll feel better there.”
“Uh…uh-huh! HaTDSCHIEW!!!! Oh dear, excuse mbe,” Angelene blew her nose again, “I'b being ad awful host…”
Mia guided Angelene to her bed and sat her down, studying the gorgeous creature before her. Her usually perfectly made up face drawn and tired, nose glowing crimson. The lines and creases on her face seemed deeper from exhaustion and far from hiding her figure, the thick dressing gown she wore only seemed to pad out her curves.
“I'b so sorry,” she mumbled from behind a fresh tissue, “I hope you dod't catch this.”
Mia cupped her cheek, “Maybe I wouldn't mind catching it from you.”
Angelene looked into the younger woman's eyes, dark and lustful.
Their lips met, parting with a gentle greeting, only to feel the fizzle of tension between them explode as Mia threw a leg over Angelene and lay her down on the bed. Kissing led to hands running over bodies, grinding, desperate with the need.
Mia divested herself of her sweater and moved her kisses to Mrs Walsley's neck, allowing the older woman to sneeze freely off to the side.
“Bless you,” she purred, “this is such a bad cold isn't it, Mrs Walsley?”
Angelene couldn't answer, only gasped in response.
“You need to stay right here, in bed, don't you?”
“Mm, yes!”
Mia's hands went to the collar of her robe and tugged slightly.
“Wait - !”
Mia froze. Shit. Was she going too far?
Mrs Walsley blushed slightly, “I've never…with a woman, I…”
Mia grinned, “Don't worry, I'll take good care of you.”
Disrobing Mrs Walsley slowly, Mia ran her hands over the woman's body - still far too covered by her nightie - and shed her own clothes.
“Off.” She ordered, tugging at the material and Mrs Walsley obliged.
Whoever said women decline in beauty as they age must have been blind or stupid - no - both blind and stupid.
Mia surveyed Angelene before her. Soft, luscious curves. Folds and flesh in hills and valleys. Scars, stretch marks, fat. And not a single flaw among them.
“You're so fucking hot,” she whispered, diving forward and taking a large nipple into her mouth, grinning when she heard the gasp of pleasure above her. Sucking harder when she heard the ticklish catch of Angelene's breath signalling an oncoming sneeze.
Mia glanced up, looking straight up Angelene's nose in anticipation as she mouthed at her nipples, eagerly running her tongue over the hardening flesh.
“Uh…..aaaah…!”
Without thinking, Mia swatted the hand that crept towards her face.
“Don't hold it back.”
She must be infected already, regardless. And she wanted to see what Mrs Walsley looked like sneezing from this angle.
Her nose was flaring to impossible widths, fluid dribbling, ready to blow at any second -
“AHHD'TSSSSCHIIIIIEW!!!”
It burst forth from her, shouted, without any shielding. Mia moaned around the nipple in her mouth, feeling the mist hit her face.
“Mmm, bless you.”
Angelene didn't reply, she was too busy rearing up for another sneeze. Three more of them, in fact, each one hitting Mia square in the face. Contagion blossomed between them, Mia undoubtedly doomed to spend the next few days with this same cold.
No doubt she would enjoy the memories attached to it, also.
Mia raked her fingertips down Angelene's body, drinking in her venusian figure with her touch.
—
Angelene looked down at the woman still licking her nipple, a fire in her eyes that fixed on Angelene's dripping nose.
She liked it.
Mia liked that Angelene was sick. She liked Angelene sneezing all over her
Angelene's nose had always been a source of embarrassment for her. It flushed a cherry red at the slightest provocation. The size, the shape, the sensitivity…it drove her to insanity sometimes.
But hey, if it made Mia want her all the more…
She decided to experiment. The tickle still fizzled at the back of her nose, easily brought forward with some well-placed sniffles.
Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, her forehead creased.
“AAAAHH'EEEEEEHTSCHIIIIIIIIEEEW!”
Mia let out another moan and let go of her breasts, hand snaking downwards to tease at Angelene's entrance.
“Lube is id the top drawer.” Angelene croaked.
Taking that as a hint, Mia scooted to the side, squeezing a generous dollop onto her fingers and finding Angelene's quivering clit.
“You need this don't you?” Mia murmured, “You need someone to take care of you.”
Angelene pouted coquettishly, sniffling, “Yes.”
“This is all you need, isn't it? Being bundled up in bed, having someone fulfil your every desire?” Mia's breath ghosted across Angelene's neck, raising goosebumps. Angelene groaned involuntarily, Mia's fingers rubbing her gently.
“This is such an awful cold, isn't it?”
“It's so bad.”
“You poor thing,” Mia simpered, “it's been coming on since yesterday, hasn't it? It wasn't your pool allergies?”
Angelene sniffled wetly, “I didn't want to put you off.”
Mia grinned, kissing her deeply, “You silly girl,” she chuckled, “I just want to take care of you.”
“I'd love that. My nose is so stuffy…I keep sneezing…”
“You sneeze if you need to,” Mia shifted downwards, wriggling her way between Angelene's legs, “I'll take good care of you.”
“P-please…” Angelene stammered as Mia gave her a drawn out lick.
“I don't think anyone's taken care of you in a long time, have they?”
“N…ndot like this…”
Mia gazed at her warmly, “I'll help you feel all better. Just lay there and let me do the work.”
Angelene rested her head back on the pillow and allowed the younger woman to get to work, spreading her as wide as she would go and angling her pelvis upwards for ease of access.
Mia braced herself against handfuls of Angelene's thigh flesh, taking a breath before diving in to devour her pert, hard clitoris.
Slow, short strokes first. Her energy needed to be paced. Both of them, in fact. Angelene was eager, ready to be fucked, but she was still sick. Still needed to rest. No doubt she would pass out almost straight away after Mia was done with her.
Mia lengthened her strokes, earning a drawn in gasp from Angelene.
“Oh yes, baby…please…”
Something about hearing the other woman beg twisted pleasantly in Mia's stomach and she rewarded her with a harder lick, scraping her tastebuds along the raw nerves and Angelene groaned outright again.
“Oh…like that, just like that! Huuuuh…!” Mia looked up upon hearing the gasp that punctuated her pleasured ramblings. It was that expression again - that gorgeous, desperate expression, the corners of her mouth turned downwards and open in anticipation of -
Mia began to suck on her clit.
“AAAAAHHHHHHHHH'TSCHAAAOOWW!!”
Mia moved her hands under to grab Angelene's asscheeks, pulling her into her harder.
“Uh'SCHIIIIIIIIEEEW!!!”
Spray - and something ever so slightly thicker than spray - hit Mia in the face, but still she persisted.
For Angelene's part, she had never felt anything so sweetly torturous. Every motion of Mia's tongue unravelled her and a part of her wished it to stop lest she fall apart completely. But it was incredible. Unrelenting. The pleasure mounted. And when she didn't think it could mount anymore, she sneezed. Sneezing so openly, so loudly, so freely. It only added to the experience of being eaten out, feeling her pussy contract and contort with the involuntary actions of her nose and the very voluntary actions of Mia's tongue.
Angelene couldn't pinpoint the moment when her orgasm began or ended. It seemed to wax and wane in a spasming stiffness of electricity that shot through her body and boneless exhaustion that had her sinking into the bed. Mia was relentless, determined for her to peak all the more.
It was when her voice gave out entirely that Mia stopped, pressing final kisses to her cunt in quick succession.
“HAESH'OOOHH!!”
“Bless you,” Mia murmured, “tissue?”
Angelene nodded, too weak to say so.
She heard tissues being torn from the box and pressed against her nose.
“Blow.”
She did. Endlessly, it seemed. Thick and gungy, but when Mia pulled them away and dabbed at her stinging nostrils, Angelene realised she could breathe again.
“Get some sleep.” Mia whispered, tucking the blanket around her, “I'll check on you tomorrow?”
Angelene smiled wickedly. Oh yes, she would definitely need taking care of tomorrow.
No Silence In The Library (2nd Place Poll Winner - Maids In The Library F/F NSFW)
Sorry this has taken me so long, my life is a LOT but I am BACK and I am HORNY enough to smash out most of this in one afternoon so by all means enjoy. Comment, reblog, ask, etc, all is welcome.
Jessie and Heather are employed at a large manor house. Due to the absence of most of the staff, she is stuck on dusting duty with Jessie in spite of her awful allergy to dust. Jessie decides to take matters into her own hands.
Jessie gripped her feather duster in poorly-concealed annoyance. Heather was useless as a dusting partner. Worse than useless.
But God, was she a fun little plaything.
“ - tsz'HOOOH!”
The Master of the house was away for the next three months and most of the staff had gone with him, leaving Jessie and Heather to cover the furniture with sheets and simply mind the place while everyone was gone, doing minimal upkeep.
Heather wasn't usually assigned to dusting duties for this reason.
Jessie eyed her companion as she lurched forward with another sneeze.
Heather and Jessie often spent nights together, working over one another's desires to stifled screams in the servants’ quarters, but lately they haven't needed to be so quiet.
Lately they hadn't needed to be so…discreet.
Jessie admired Heather's backside as she bent over to try and get the lower bookshelves of this accursed, dusty library, sneaking a look at Jessie as she did so, ensuring the white lace under her skirt peeked out.
She knows what she's doing.
So, it's come to this, has it?
“HEH'yaTSCHOOOH!”
Jessie stormed over to the end of the aisle where the little secret cupboard was. Oh she was going to get it, she was really going to get it…
—
Heather knew she was being a brat. She wanted to make sure Jessie was properly pissed off with her tonight but she actually couldn't help being so bad at this. Dusting was the one thing the housekeeping management had kept her from because her allergies were so bad she wouldn't be able to get anything done. She could either sneeze or do her job. She couldn't do both.
But if she was going to annoy Jessie anyway she may as well look good doing it.
Obviously they didn't have to wear their maid uniforms right now, what with everyone being away and all but she looked so delicious in it that she couldn't help herself. The black silk resting over her curves, nicely elasticated to contour her full breasts, the flared skirt allowing easy access for a wound-up lover…
Jessie had her up against the bookshelf, something in the hand that was slammed above her head.
“Stop that. Right now.”
“Stop what?” Heather blinked.
“You're fucking terrible at this, you know that? You're making this job way harder than it needs to be.”
“I can't help it,” Heather sniffled, “my allergies are just so….so…huh - !”
Having no space to cover, Heather sneezed freely off to the side, earning a scoff from her lover.
“Great. Now not only am I going to have to dust this place all by myself, I'm going to have to disinfect because you can't stop sneezing all over the place.”
Jessie smirked down at Heather, whose doe eyes blinked up at her, almost daring her.
“You know you're gonna get it for this.”
Heather squirmed, “No, Jessie, please…I'm sure I can be a good girl between now and tonight…”
“Who said anything about tonight?”
Heather realised what Jessie had been holding. The restraints…
Heather's eyes grew wide. “Jessie…what are you doing?”
The other maid grinned. “Strip.”
—
“We really shouldn't be doing this here…” Heather shifted her bare arse on the library's plush red carpet.
“We wouldn't have to if you weren't such a useless brat.”
“This is the master's library! Imagine if he saw us!”
“He'd probably cream his pants, the pervert.” Jessie mumbled, “Now shut up and take your punishment like a good girl.”
Heather wriggled against her restraints, “What is my punishment?”
Jessie smiled deviously, holding up both her own feather duster and Heather's.
“Two birds, one stone,” she explained, “you need to be punished for not doing your job AND we need to get all of those sneezes out of your nose.”
“What do you - pfffffttd'AHAHAHAHAHA! What are - no! Stop! HAHAHAAH!”
Before Heather could finish her sentence, Jessie had attacked each side of her ribcage with the feather dusters, now making their way up to her armpits.
“What did I say?” Jessie called over the sneezes and hysterical giggles, “Two birds, one stone.”
She flicked one of the dusters into Heather's face, prompting an explosive fit that struggled out around her shrieking laughter. Relenting momentarily, Jessie cupped Heather's breasts, kneading her nipples gently.
“You've really been making my job way harder than it needs to be, you know.”
Jessie flitted one of the dusters between Heather's legs, shaking it for a second then dragging it up. Slowly, raking the ticklish fibres between her labia, making Heather moan around her swollen nose.
“Please…”
Jessie giggled, “Oh no, you're not getting off that easy.”
With that, she withdrew the duster completely from Heather's clit and placed it on the bare sole of one foot.
“Tickle tickle…”
Heather couldn't stop herself howling with laughter, the sound echoing throughout the bookshelves.
“And another…” Jessie cooed, “tickle tickle…”
“Oh! Oh, no…!”
Jessie was now waving the other duster right in her face. Heather scrunched her nose, wriggling it with all her might, willing the tickle to satisfy itself with her wiggles. But Jessie was determined, she knew exactly how to get Heather to…to…
It was awful! She could feel the clouds of dust shaking free of the feathers, invading her poor nose, each little sensitive crook and crevice being coated in…in…ahhh…!
“AAAAH'TSCHIEWW! ATSCHIEWW!! Oh n - ndo…I….HAH'TSCHOOOH! ATSCH'OOOH! Jessiiiieee…iiieeehh….eeeeehh….IEH'TSCHIIIIEWW!!!”
“Good girl, baby,” Jessie called over Heather's sneezes, “you're doing so good for me.” she could feel herself dripping beneath her skirt, her nipples aching. Fuck, Heather looked so pathetic, so helpless…anything set her nose off. Dust was the worst so she was rarely given dusting to do. Never out in the garden because her hay fever set her off sneezing. Pool duty was out because chlorine…well. Usually it was just bedmaking and general tidying for Heather.
Looking at her crumpled, desperate expression made Jessie's clit throb.
“I think that's enough for now.”
Heather lay, nose red and dripping, breathless. God she was gorgeous. Her dark hair tousled around her shoulders, her smooth skin on complete display, legs spread…
Jessie peeked. Oh, she was enjoying herself.
Divesting herself of her own clothing, she straddled Heather's open form, grinding a little as she went, enjoying the pert little noises from her love.
“Here,” she pushed her breasts together, forming an ample cleavage around Heather's nose, “blow.”
The warm wetness coated her tits and she smushed them further into Heather's face to try and mop up what mess she could and sat back using her fingers to coat her nipples.
“I want to reward you.” She said, locking eyes with her sniffling, trembling girl.
“Please,” she whimpered.
“But I don't think I'm quite done torturing you.”
That earned her a frustrated whine and Jessie laughed mockingly as she reached over and plucked four feathers from one on the abandoned dusters on the floor.
“You'll cum.” Jessie said, sweetly, “But you'll do it my way.”
One nostril, and two - she slid one feather in each and Heather groaned, wriggling her nose madly.
“And one for here…” she traced one over her nipples, prompting a gasp, “...and here.”
A violent sneeze from Heather drew out into a moan as Jessie began to gently tickle her swollen clit with the last feather.
“There we go…”
Jessie couldn't tell if the drawn out moans coming from Heather were from the desperate tickles vibrating through her tortured nostrils or from the continuous strokes of each tiny fibre from the feather on her clitoris but the shouts and sneezes kept each reason in equal balance.
Heather squirmed and writhed beneath Jessie - no, the feathers’ - touch. It was maddening. The dust particles dancing in her nose in conjunction with the feathers that only seemed to burrow in deeper no matter how much she wriggled and scrunched and snorted, they would just itch and ti…tih…tiiiih…..
Jessie had seen Heather's fits over the years and she had seen more than a few of Heather's orgasms. She knew what they looked like.
And she was never more beautiful when they came together.
Feathers fluttered to the floor around them as they shot out from Heather's nose and were sneezed out of Jessie's hands. Gasping for breath, flushed and leaking, Heather lay flat, twitching on the carpet.
In The Name Of Science (f, cold, f/f (plus m and f, v0yeurism NSFW) 1/2
Third place winner in the polls, the 'medical experiment' in which a young woman down on her luck volunteers for a very well-paid medical trial that measures the effects of arousal on the common cold. Shy, curvy Libby is infected with a horrificly sneezy cold, stripped, bound and forced to orgasm in front of a team of doctors and their financial backers, all in the name of science. Is she ready to make her contribution to discovery?
Libby shuddered, her paper gown giving her no shield from the cold air and rubbed her pink nose with a thick sniffle.
She had been cold for the last five days right from when she first came here. They didn't say outright but she suspected that was on purpose.
Libby wasn't proud of what she was doing. She would never have dreamt she would be here. But money was tight and she desperately needed something to tie her over for at least the next two months and…well, what this place offered would see her right with a little wiggle room here and there.
“Hay'iiihhtschIIIIEWW!!”
The lab assistant tutted, giving her a sympathetic look as she was weighed and measured.
They had done all this, too, when she first arrived. She had been strapped down shortly after then, as well. But that was only the beginning.
After they had checked her over, she was seated into what looked like a dentist's chair, mobile and under a bright spotlight, and inserted the nozzle into each nostril, squirting the viruses up, making doubly sure she would be infected.
The light, along with the tickle of the spray, had caused her to draw in a huge, ticklish breath, anticipating a sneeze but the lab assistant had placed his finger under her nose.
“Not yet!” He barked, “You'll sneeze it all out at once. Hold it back for at least an hour, if you can. Trust me, you'll more than make up for it later.”
And boy, hadn't he been right. Each day, the doctors had entered her room to track the progress of her cold. Inspecting her throat, taking her temperature, nasal swabs (it was a good thing they wore medical gear because they had really tickled her nose) and even a vaginal exam, ensuring she would be in peak condition to be a test subject.
Five days, she had waited. They wanted to ensure the virus was fully settled into her system, no medicines, no cures. Just make sure it was a heavy, wet, sneezy cold.
And now here she was, standing naked again with nothing but a tissue-paper gown for modesty. Not that it covered anything. Her figure was nothing if not lusty, despite her best efforts to slim down and maybe get a little trimmer, her hips, her thighs, her breasts all remained as juicy and plump as ever.
“Uuh…uh'HAYT'SCHIEEWW!”
And now here she was, trying to cover her cold-hardened nipples, shivering and trying to stem the flow of her nose with her hands.
The lab assistant tutted again, with more sympathy this time, and handed her a tissue.
“Here. Blow. Make it a good one, that's the last chance you'll get until the experiment's over.”
Libby wrinkled her nose and heaved in a breath, blowing with all her might and cringing at the amount of warm fluid she could feel filling the tissue. Seriously, how much could one person produce?
“Alright. I think we're ready now.”
Her heart began beating hard as the door opened and she was sheparded out into the lab.
—
It was squeaky-clean, each surface from table to floor positively sparkling. Sterile, white and brightly-lit.
The dentist chair was still there, restraints at the armrests, gleaming under the spotlight.
There was a group of people stood around talking quietly, all dressed in lab coats aside from one woman who was sporting blue scrubs and they all turned to look.
“Ah! Our test subject! Olivia, wasn't it?” a man of about forty with gleaming blue eyes grinned broadly.
“Just Libby is fide.” She said, feeling even more exposed under the group's collective gaze.
“Well, we're immensely grateful for your being with us today, Libby.” He said, “I'm Doctor Palmer, we have with us Doctor Ahmed, Doctor Harrison, Doctor Singh and Doctor Volkova, we'll be monitoring the experiment. And we also have our lab assistant Maria,” he gestured to the lady wearing scrubs, “she's going to be the one stimulating you today, so the pair of you are going to get to know each other quiet well.”
They each exchanged a knowing look at that last point and Libby squirmed bashfully. This woman was going to…to her…in front of all these people…
“Now if we could just…” two of the doctors undid the back of her gown and slid it off her, revealing her goosepimpled, snowy white flesh, “there we are…bless you!”
Libby felt herself flush and tried to cover herself as best she could.
“No need to be shy,” one of them said, flashing her a grin, “nothing none of us have seen before - oh, bless you!”
“Sorry,” Libby mumbled, “I think you injected me with the extra sneezy variety of cold.”
“Well, it is a study on nasal congestion.” Dr Palmer chirped, guiding her toward the chair, “Now if you can just get yourself nice and comfy there, we'll get you set up.”
Libby found herself being led toward the chair - “Feet in the stirrups, there we go - is that too wide for you? Is it comfortable? Good.” - and someone tilted it back until she was at a comfortable angle - “Let's get your arms strapped in, we can't have you thrashing around too much!”
A strap was placed under her breasts and two more around her thighs, essentially binding her to the chair.
Dr Singh was placing electrical nodes onto her forehead and temple, “These will measure your brain activity, let us know what's going on in that pretty little head.”
“Try not to sneeze for this next bit - “ Doctor Volkova purred as she attached what seemed to be a nasal strip across the bridge of her nose, “This is going to measure your congestion, see how it changes before, during and after the stim - oh, oh!” She put a gloved finger under Libby's nose as she started to hitch, “Careful…not just yet…there you go!”
“AAAAEEEHH'TSCHIIIIIEWW!!!”
“Bless you! Oh!” She giggled, “your nipples even blush when you're embarrassed, that's so cute!”
Libby flickered her eyes downward, sure enough her large areolae were flushed a shade pinker and puffed up to an embarrassing degree.
“Alright, last little bit and then we're done,” Dr Parker said, untangling some wires before revealing a long, hard…well…there was no other way for Libby to describe it…dildo. Hospital-green and glossy in the harsh light.
“Is that…?”
“It's going to have to go inside you,” he explained calmly, “don't worry, we'll ensure you're properly lubricated if you're nervous. This is the best way to measure your arousal while the experiment is in progress. If we could just…”
Doctor Harrison and Doctor Ahmed adjusted Libby's legs slightly, each gently pulling her labia apart and attaching what seemed to be small silicone pegs to each one, keeping her wide open.
“For insertion purposes,” Dr Parker smiled, “and to ensure Maria has full access to the clitoris. Maria, would you?”
Maria stepped forward, snapping a pair of latex gloves on her hands with a cocky smirk, reaching off to the side and pumped a dispenser full of thick, clear fluid.
The doctors moved back as Maria stepped forward, fingers coated in the lubricant and reached between Olivia's legs, swiping her hand carelessly over her cunt and guiding the instrument forward.
“Alright, we'll be up in the viewing gallery with the donors,” Dr Parker said, “we'll be monitoring everything - if you need to stop or what-have, don't hesitate to speak up.”
“Ah…” Olivia's nose twitched, Maria advanced, inches away.
“Trust us, Libby, we're doctors.”
“Ah'tdsch - !”
The machine was making its way in, breaching her walls.
“Aaaah…!”
“Here it comes…” Maria cooed.
“Eeeeehh…! Uh…! Adt'h..! Ah't…!”
It was inside her now, stretching her open in a way that somehow both hurt and felt good at the same time.
“Inserted.” Maria stated.
“Good,” Dr Parker's voice echoed over a mic, “now, Olivia, sit back, relax and enjoy your wonderful contribution to the world of science.”
This was it now, no turning back. She was naked, bound, open, on display to a group of scientists and financial contributors, stuffed full and ready to burst -
“AH…AH…AAAHHH…! AAAAHDTSCHIIIIIIEWWWWah!!”
“Bless you.” Maria said, wickedly, “Shall we begin?”
