Subject 451

Story by andyh007

Hello everyone! After a long absence I have finally returned. I have been wanting to give you peeps some more juicy writings but Billy's story has had me stumped for some time. So I have put together a one shot for you in an attempt to get rid of my writers block. I will be planning on doing more one shots than stories with chapters in the future. That way I can always move around to new ideas and not get stuck in a rut so to speak

This is a story I had been working on while also writing Billy's story. A hard drive crash robbed me of the original unfinished work unfortunately. The story changed pretty significantly when I started writing it again, but the general themes remain the same. I hope you all enjoy it. Any and all constructive criticism is welcome.

Subject 451

Light. Blinding light.

This was the first thing young Jennifer noticed upon her rousing. She could vaguely remember anything and for a moment she felt as if she were suspended in space and time, as if she was neither existent nor non-existent. As she squinted at the harsh whiteness trying to get her eyes to adjust however, her memory was returning as slowly as her consciousness.

The fifteen year old girl had been walking to school that morning. Of course, as far as she could tell now that could have been days ago. She had been walking alone as cars and other people occasionally passed by. She had turned down Greer St. as usual when she suddenly noticed that the street was strangely devoid of the few cars and pedestrians that she had been seeing around her this morning.

Then as if waiting for the perfect moment to strike. A moment when no one was around to witness. Jennifer had heard the roar of an engine approach swiftly from behind her, followed by the sound of a sliding van door, followed by the blackness of the inside of a canvas bag. Her final memory was of being thrown into the vehicle like a sack of potatoes and the sharp pain of a needle being inserted into her neck. It had all happened so fast that she hadn't even had time to scream out.

By this time, Jennifer could sense feeling returning to her extremities as well as fear creeping into her heart. Once her head felt less like a ton of bricks she lifted it with some effort and glanced at her surroundings. The room was extremely mediocre in that it was completely white in the most sterile way possible. Not a speck of color to be seen. The light in the room appeared to be coming from all directions as if every surface were the source. Directly in front of her was the only break in the whiteness. A large black window of some kind that she could not see through, but she could feel someone was there.

This is when Jennifer noticed something else that terrified her. She was completely naked. Her pale skin exposed for anyone to see. Upon trying to move her arms to cover herself she then felt they were strapped to the cold steel table she was lying on. After struggling weakly and in vain to free herself she looked back down as her body. Her perky D cup breasts which were rather large for her age were standing perfectly tall as only a teens breasts could, even though she was laying down. Ever since she had started growing they had always looked extremely full like they were ready to burst, but still soft and natural. They were topped with a pair of puffy young nipples that she often had trouble hiding.

Further down her slim body was her stomach, flat and trim but without the abs she had always wanted but failed to achieve. Even lower her hips flared out slightly with promise of becoming even more womanly in later years and her bubble butt mushed softly into the table. Her toned and perfectly hairless legs were spread wide and strapped at the ankles above her dainty feet.

Jennifer had always been proud of her feminine qualities. She knew she was a beautiful young lady and her innocent facial features and wavy brunette hair only made her look more lovely. However, it was her shamed secret lying between her now spread legs that she was most upset about being uncovered. Something she had hidden her entire life and only ever exposed in solitude.

She felt a tear run down her cheek at having it so exposed in a strange and unsafe place and she could feel eyes from behind the black window on it's flaccid three inch state. Lying limply atop her testicles which were the size of large robin's eggs. She had always been ashamed of her deformity. She was so womanly with the exception of her penis and she resented it. It would become erect from time to time and lately quite often, but she had always been too disgusted to even want to touch it. As a result she often got irritable for not getting the release she didn't realize she to desperately needed and she grew to hate the thing between her legs. As far as she was concerned all it ever did for her was give her grief.

Now Je

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