Hopelessly struck by Dr. Peter Asheville’s good looks, celebrity renown, and of course his erotic pleasure therapy techniques, Tracy Gelman has surrendered herself to the famous researcher’s experimental project to create the perfect sex kitten: voluptuous, horny, and eager to please. A month ago she was just a shy intern drifting without direction, but through intense and extensive pleasure therapy – along with the physical tweaks to give her the curves to make any man go wild – she has proven a flawless test subject for the doctor’s highly charged experiments in creating his ideal bimbo.
In the wake of his success, Dr. Asheville’s lab is moving to a private facility and he’s sent Tracy to stay with his friend across town. But after weeks living in a world of eager obedience and simple pleasures, she’s become dependent on the man that transformed her – and on the pleasure treatment regimen that satisfied her overcharged sex drive. Deprived of them both, the sheltered, pleasure-loving test subject soon finds herself helplessly horny and helplessly lost in the big city, trying to pretend she doesn’t have a body specifically designed to make all the men around her wild with desire.
She wants to be a good girl and find Dr. Asheville’s friend, but soon she’ll be unable to resist even the most casual advances, and it’s only a matter of time before someone comes along to take advantage of the situation.
Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, the use of potent aphrodisiacs, multiple partners, rough group sex, a dominant older man and the increasingly submissive, curvaceous young subject of his experiments. All characters are 18 or older.
At Large is the third installment of the Becoming His Curvy Test Subject series. Each episode can be enjoyed in order or as a standalone story.
My skimpy clothes were clinging to me as I stepped in out of the rain. I was shivering, just a little bit, and it felt good to close the door behind me and feel the warm air of the bar wash over my chilled body, even if the mingling smells of liquor and smoke stung my nostrils just a bit. My face scrunched up at their unexpected intensity.
I looked around shyly. Immediately I felt out of place and I could see some of the men near the door turning to notice me as I stood hesitating on the threshold. Was this a mistake? Coming in here now? I hadn’t been out in public since early in Dr. Vellano’s treatment program – not since the changes had really started – and now I was at the center of so many unfamiliar faces with expressions that made it clear how much I stuck out. Some of them were openly appreciative or even a little predatory as they took in my appearance.
Even in a nightclub filled with men and women trying to look their best, my ripe, inviting form stood out effortlessly. The wet blouse I had been given clung to my breasts and my nipples were poking through the almost sheer cloth as though an advertisement.
Notice: This title includes themes and passages that have been adapted from Jessica Whitethread’s Bimbo Therapy series with full consent of the original author.