Blame it on the Potion

The light coming from the laboratory, flooded into the 
darkened hallway. A leggy blonde stood in the shadows, 
watching the lone figure intently. "Working late again 
Fran?"

Fran heard the question and the teasing way the beautiful 
blonde asked it, but she didn't respond, as was her way 
of late. She knew that she would indeed be working late, 
in the laboratory, once again. It had been nearly six 
months since she came to work for Dr. Winker and she had 
seemingly become a slave to the grind. Her social life 
taking a back seat once again, this time to her work.

"Don't forget the lights," the blonde purred, before she 
made her way into the darkness. Fran just shook her head, 
remembering that she had left the lights on one night, 
but more because the blonde had teased her about it, ever 
since. She also shook with an internal anger as to why 
she always let the blonde have her fun. While Fran was 
highly educated, she had masters in chemistry from one of 
the nation's top Universities. The blonde however, who 
everyone unimaginably called Blondie, was just her bosses 
secretary and a lousy one at that.

Fran's mind suddenly took a journey back to their first 
meeting. She came in search of a job. She had read about 
Dr. Winkers work in cell research and wanted to put her 
education to good use, as she felt that she had scarified 
so much, even finishing at the top of her class, once 
again. Her favorite professor even gave Dr. Winker a call 
on her behalf.

She walked into DR. Winker's office, r‚sum‚ in hand. She 
was ever so nervous, so the empty office startled her. 
She stood in front of the lone desk for several nervous 
minutes, before the office door opened up, in walking the 
most beautiful creature Fran's eyes had ever laid upon.

While her beauty was stunning, her business attire also 
startled Fran. She sported cleavage galore, the shortest 
of skirts, and amazingly high heels. Fran's heart rate 
roared, as the blonde moved closer, her perfume 
captivating, her voice sultry, as they chatted. Her 
sudden appearance into Fran's life, forever changing it. 
She even botched the interview with the good doctor, but 
somehow still got the job anyways.

Fran was snapped back to reality by an overflowing test 
tube. "Oh Darn!" She cried out, as she frantically 
cleaned up the spill. Fran spent the rest of the evening 
in the cold and lonely lab, working on Dr. Winker's 
project, all while images of Blondie danced in her head.

Back at work after only a couple hours of sleep, Fran, 
with the help of a strong Cup of Joe, made her way into 
the meeting room, for the weekly get together. She was 
surprise that her co-workers were already there, as it 
was a first. A nod followed her entrance, as she sat 
down, giggling at her little joke to herself.

Every time she saw the two thirty-something men that she 
worked with, she liked to call them Mack and Myer, after 
an old TV show. Then when Blondie walked in, she giggled 
some more, as she called her Jennifer, under her breath, 
after another old TV show. Nick at Night, seemingly her 
best friend of late.

"Dam it to hell," came sputtering out of Dr. Winker's 
mouth, following his entrance to the room. "We're so 
close too."

Blondie didn't have a nickname for Dr. Winker. She used 
to call him, The Professor, then The Nutty Professor, but 
quickly found out that he wasn't even that bright.

Everyone suddenly wanted to know what was up, and the 
good doctor went on to inform them that their funding for 
a research assistant had been cut from their budget, at 
the last second, from the Suits upstairs. The room 
suddenly burst into moans and groans.

Fran groaned as well, and then her face flushed, as she 
remembered the group interviews, for the assistant 
position. It was a normal interview, except for the 
simple fact that the candidates had to strip down to 
their underwear, to be hooked up to Dr. Winker's fancy 
monitoring equipment. Fran also couldn't help but notice 
that they were also 90% female.

Due to the struggling economy Fran hypothesizes, some of 
the candidates even offered to strip off ALL of their 
clothing, much to Mack and Myer's delight. Fran was 
relived that Dr. Winker politely declined their offers, 
but Fran was still surprised at just how many women 
didn't wear bras to their interviews, again much to Mack 
and Myer's delight.

"What are we gunna do?" Dr. Winker asked, snapping Fran 
back to time. "At the end of the week, everyone is coming 
to see our work!"

He held his face in his hands as he moaned, "we're 
doomed."

Fran couldn't help but giggle...Her TV thing again.

"Well Fran I'm glad you think it's funny that we will all 
be looking for work, next week!" Dr. Winker said with a 
glare.

"No it's not that..." Fran started, her face a flame, as 
all eyes turned to her. "It's just a... I was the..."

"Let's go spit it out." Blondie hissed.

"I mean there has to be another way," Fran mumbled, 
searching.

"Not without a test subject and with no money...We're 
doomed."

"We still can have one. I mean there are four of us and 
you...Well you need four people to monitor the equipment, 
right." Fran said as she looked at Blondie, who again was 
dressed in little more than glorified underwear. Fran 
even looked at the doctor and then back at Blondie, 
several times.

"Math Fran! So what are you saying?" The doctor quizzed.

"Well Blondie can help us, right?" Fran finally spit out, 
in frustration.

"Ah yah I guess she could," Dr. Winker said and Fran 
liked the look on Blondie's face when he did. "That was a 
good point, although I'm surprised at your boldness Fran. 
I never would have thought that YOU would have 
volunteered."

"Volunteered?" Fran wondered as the group suddenly rose, 
sporting looks of relief.

"Hey wait a sec..." Fran moaned as Mack and Myer both 
slapped her on the shoulder, as they made their way by, 
chuckling.

"That's not what I meant!" Fran cried, as Blondie made 
her way by next, her frown turned upside down.

"Dr. Winker, please we need to talk," she pleaded as he 
approached.

"It's really no sweat Fran; you just lie there 
anyways...What's to talk about? Gee whiz." Dr. Winker 
said while he cleaned his coke bottles like glasses, as 
he walked on by.

"No Sweat!" Fran groaned, as she saw the irony of a bead 
of perpetration falling down her cheek. "Oh what have I 
gotten myself into?" Fran was left to wonder alone, as 
the room had cleared out.

The rest of the day Fran tried to get the doctor alone, 
to plead her case, but to no avail. Fran found herself 
alone once again, only now she was working on a formula 
that she would be drinking herself.

Fran's few hours of sleep, now interrupted with 
nightmares, of a bra and panties existence. While her 
life back at work was an ever increasing, nervous tick-
tock of time. Mack and Myer, she could only assume, 
responsible for the small string bikini that she found in 
her desk. As Blondie was far more bold in her teasing. 
Simply handing Fran a tanning salon business card. "Just 
strip naked in front of the owner and tan for free," she 
purred into Fran's ear. "I don't know why that's not on 
the card. It always works for me." Fran quickly blushed 
at the thought.

"Plus you could use the practice," Blondie whispered into 
her ear, before she turned to leave and Fran watched her 
wiggle away.

The days clicked off painfully slow for Fran, as the 
tension built. She found herself sitting in her one-room 
apartment, staring at the ceiling, not believing that she 
was only hours away from testing Dr. Winker's potion, in 
front of the Suits.

While that didn't faze her, as she did most of the work 
on the potion and was confident that it was safe. She 
just couldn't get past the simple fact that she would be 
stripping to her underwear, in front of her co-workers, 
Dr. Winker, and god knows who else in the observation 
room. But worst of all, in front of Blondie, who always 
made Fran feel like an ugly duckling, by comparison.

Fran, with tears forming in her eyes, pulled out the 
string bikini and the envelope that Dr. Winker gave her, 
which he said contained her pre-testing instructions, and 
headed for the bathroom. After a hot shower, she wrapped 
herself in a towel. While sitting on the hopper, she read 
the instructions.

Dear Testee: As you know by now, it is very important to 
follow proper procedure, as to not compromise the 
testing. There is to be no eating or drinking 6 hours 
before the testing time.

"I guess getting shit-faced is out," Fran said with a 
giggle and she continued to read.

You will be properly groomed for the test. Please shower, 
but do not use body lotion. Females: Please shave your 
legs and underarms, as well as all of your pubic hair. 
This is very important as to not contaminate the results.

The instructions went on, but Fran couldn't get past the 
shaving part. She shaved her legs and underarms alright, 
but never even dreamed of shaving her pussy, as she 
thought only bad girls did that. Plus with her love life, 
there was really no need. Her pillow didn't mind the fur-
coat.

Fran slowly slipped her towel apart, her face flushing as 
her dark full bush appeared. She got up and began pacing 
the floor, building up some courage, while also trying to 
figure a way out of her predicament. "Me and my big 
mouth!" She groaned, as she finally sat back down and 
grabbed her scissors. Stopping to take one last look, 
before she started trimming away. While the trimming when 
fairly smoothly, the shaving did not, as it was her first 
time, so she struggled with technique and her composer. A 
small tear even rolled down her cheek, when she was 
finished.

She spent some time examining her freshly shaved pussy, 
with the aid of a small hand held mirror. She was 
looking, and feeling much like a girl again, while 
exploring herself for the first time. Only she was a 
grown woman and knew there was nothing wrong with what 
she was doing now, as she ran two fingers up and down her 
prominent pussy lips.

She cringed at just how prominent they were, as if she 
had forgotten. Their deep pink color filling her eyes, 
matching her cheeks. An audible moan suddenly escaped 
from her mouth, as her finger swooshed inside. Her body 
responded to her touch, yet she still felt shameful and 
suddenly stopped, before she finished the deed.

Instead Fran took another shower, only it was a cold one 
this time. After drying off, she grabbed the bikini. She 
struggled with the strings, as she had never had the 
courage to wear one before.

Finally in the bikini, she moved in front of her full-
length mirror, quickly cringing at the barely covered 
reflection staring back at her. Not even from body 
issues, as she had been giving a fortunate set of genes. 
She was having problems with, just how much this bikini 
showed, of her womanly curves. She suddenly jumped out of 
the mirror's grasp and headed for her underwear draw. She 
spent some time fishing around before grabbing the most 
conservative white cotton bra and panties set, she could 
find.

"These will have to do," she moaned still not happy, as 
she stared at her reflection again, but was determined to 
get through this. She didn't want to start the job 
search, cattle call, again. She almost laughed at the 
silliness of being scared to be seen in her undies in 
front of others, at her age. "I'll just pretend that 
they're in their undies too, like in that Brady Bunch 
episode," she told herself.

Fran watched TV for a couple of hours, before she dressed 
in her work clothes and headed out the door.

Fran got off the elevator and walked into the lab. She 
got there early, so it was empty, except for the 
nighttime janitor, who was busy cleaning the seats in the 
observation room, which would be filled with fannies, 
soon.

"Hi Fran, Ah you're early," the elderly janitor said, as 
he spotted her.

"Yah I guess," Fran moaned, trying to ignore him as he 
always gave her the creeps.

"Well we are all cleaned up and ready to go for yah," he 
said gleefully.

"That's good," Fran moaned.

"I'll see yah later," the janitor said as he turned to 
leave. He was also chuckling, which Fran thought was odd.

Fran moved over to the exam table. She hesitated, before 
sliding onto the table, lying on her back. He eye's 
squinted from the bright light hanging overhead, acting 
like a spotlight, only Fran didn't feel like a star.

"Well at least the people in the observation room will 
only get to see the souls of my feet, once I'm on the 
table," Fran moaned as it was her first positive thought 
of the day. "How did I get myself into this? Man I'm an 
idiot," was her next thought, as she was back to her 
negative waves.

Fran heard some voices, a short time later, and jumped 
off the table, just before her co-workers entered the 
room. They were quickly followed by Blondie, who walked 
right up to her and handed her a red silk robe. "Here yah 
go Fran."

Fran could only gasp, as she held the silky material in 
her hands, but she also gasped at Blondie's outfit, a 
leopard print dress, that barely contained her breasts 
and was obscenely short, never mind her stripper like, 
stiletto heels.

"There called tits Fran," Blondie teased, as she caught 
Fran's eye.

"I know," Fran embarrassingly mumbled, as her face 
burned. "Remember I have some."

"Well, we shall see." Blondie sneered just a Dr. Winker 
approached, and Blondie turned to leave, not before a 
giggle and slipping in a wink.

"Hi Fran," Dr. Winker said, before he seemingly noticed 
the robe. "Ah, nice robe."

"Yah," Fran moaned. "Blondie ah."

"I know, why don't you go and put it on," Dr. Winker 
interrupted.

"What?" Fran gasped.

"Yah, go to the women's room, take off all your clothes 
and put it on."

"Ah...We're not, ah, ready to start... Already?" Fran 
stammered.

"No, but you'll be ready."

"Nah, I think I'll skip the robe." Fran snapped, as she 
trembled with the thought of working in the silky, sexy, 
robe. It also just smelled of sex.

"Ok suit yourself," Dr. Winker moaned. "Betta get my 
potion ready."

"Ok," Fran could only moan. She turn to leave in a huff, 
because she knew whose potion it really was and because 
it reminded her, just who was going to be drinking it. 
Fran spent the next several hours working on the taste of 
the potion, in the small back room. Her secret weapon, 
children's cough medicine. She had been a sickly child 
and had gotten accustomed to it taste. Only she wasn't a 
child anymore, yet in her predicament, she was certainly 
feeling childish.

"It's almost time Fran," Blondie said entering the small 
room. "The Doc wants me to help you."

"Help Me?" Fran gasped.

"With your hair and make up."

"What for?" Fran snapped.

"Well you are going to be the center of attention." 
Blondie teased. "Plus Fran, a little make up once in a 
while, wouldn't kill yah."

"No thanks, I'm not a model." Fran hissed.

"Well today you are, so just shut up and turn around," 
Blondie spat, as she spun around Fran's stool and grabbed 
her by the face, and began to powder it, silencing Fran's 
protests. Blondie spent some time on her eyes next and 
finished by applying a fresh coat of fire engine red 
lipstick. Fran tried to remain calm, but Blondie always 
made her nervous, and it didn't help that when she 
brushed Fran's brown hair, she was standing right in 
front of Fran, her breasts swaying inches from Fran's 
face, her fragrance, filling Fran's sense of smell.

"Ok Fran, all set," Blondie said after she sprayed Fran's 
hair with a good, half-a-can of hair spray.

"Looking good, if I don't say so myself." Blondie purred 
into Fran's ear.

"Stop teasing me, Blondie." Fran moaned.

"Trust me Fran, you're hot... Now how bout that robe?" 
Blondie said as she held up the small red robe. Fran's 
heart raced as she just stared at it. "C'mon Fran stand 
up and Strip out of them duds."

"I ah...I mean." Fran stuttered. "Strip?"

"C'mon Fran, it's just us girls, don't be shy," Blondie 
purred, before she snapped. "Now go ahead, Strip it!"

Fran's body shook as Blondie said it and Fran finally 
mumbled that she had a little more work to do.

"Suit yourself Fran, I just thought you might look nice 
in it," Blondie said and then she turned to leave. "Be 
out there in ten minutes."

Fran looked at the clock. She had finished her work 
already, so she just watched, as the hands of time 
marched on, in front of her eyes. Even though she willed 
it to stop, the ten minutes flew by. She opened the door 
and walked into the lab, with knocking knees.

Fran's eyes blinked as she tried to adjust to the bright 
lights. Her senses flooded with imagery. First she saw 
that the exam table was moved to the front of the room, 
right next to the glass window, which separated the lab, 
from the observation room. Then she noticed the video 
cameras focused on the exam table. Her eyes shifted to 
Mack and Myer, who were stationed at their monitors, only 
feet away from the table. Each wearing wide grins, as she 
approached. She also figured the camera's were their 
idea.

Fran slowly inched towards the exam table. She could see 
blurry faces of spectators, sitting on other side of the 
glass. She noticed a couple more still filing in. She 
began to panic, as she didn't except so many and the 
simple fact that they all appeared to be men. She 
noticed, the Suits from upstairs, front and center.

Then Fran started scanning faces, gasping when she saw 
familiar ones. First there was her old high school 
teacher and principle, who was sitting next to the gray 
haired professor that helped her find this very job. She 
suddenly noticed Dr. Winker's 18-year-old son and his 
buddies, in the crowd. She could only shake her head when 
she noticed that they were eating popcorn.

She noticed the old creepy janitor sitting in the back 
row, with two other old guys, in similar uniforms, 
passing a brown paper bag, back and forth. When he caught 
her eye, Fran instantly remembered his earlier chuckling. 
She could only cringe as he even toasted her.

She also noticed a couple other familiar faces, but 
couldn't place them, before the observation room suddenly 
went dark.

"Hi Fran ready?" Dr. Winker asked, just before Fran 
jumped.

"What the frig!" An emotionally frazzled Fran screamed 
out.

"Sorry Fran, didn't mean to surprise you and WOW speaking 
of surprises, you look good Fran. I mean really good." 
Dr. Winker said, as his eyes lit up.

"What?" Fran snapped.

"I mean your make up and hair, you look, ah pretty." Dr. 
Winker mumbled.

"Oh Sorry, I ah forgot," Fran said as she looked to the 
floor, not use to complements about her looks. "Thanks."

"Well are we ready Fran?" Dr. Winker said as Fran noticed 
Blondie on the other side of the exam table, running her 
hands over the table's surface, like a model, a wicked 
smile on her face. She even blew her a kiss for good 
luck.

"Fran Hello...It's time." Dr. Winker said snapping his 
fingers.

"Oh sorry, I guess, I'm nervous," Fran mumbled, in a 
gross under statement.

"Yah I can see that," Dr. Winker said. "Just remember 
that you're a professional and more importantly, all of 
our jobs are on the line here."

"You're not helping." Fran whispered, but Dr. Winker had 
already begun his speech to the crowd of onlookers, now 
sitting in the dark. After a ten-minute speech, all of 
which Fran trembled through, while thoughts of running 
away, danced in her head, but the new BMW that she just 
ordered, was there as well. Dr. Winker suddenly turned to 
introduce Fran. She heard some muffled applause coming 
from the spectators, as her face flushed.

"All right Fran, we are ready." Dr. Winker said as he 
motioned for her to come forward. Fran was light headed 
as she instinctively came forward, the overhead light 
acting like a spotlight, although for the second time 
today, Fran didn't feel like a star. "Well Fran we are 
waiting."

"Waiting for what?" Fran quickly mumbled.

"Waiting for you to disrobe, so we can start."

"Just like that!" She said to Dr. Winker, who was just 
nodding his head. Fran looked ahead, and then at the 
cameras, and then at her co-workers, each offering little 
comfort. She also thought she heard someone yell, "Strip 
the bitch," from behind the glass.

Fran looked down at the white lab coat that she always 
wore. She unbuttoned the top button, and then the next, 
until she had it unbuttoned. When she finished she just 
stared ahead at the darkened silhouettes watching her. 
"Here let me hang that up." Dr. Winker finally said, as 
she slid the coat off of Fran. Fran watched as he hung it 
up on a wooden clothes tree, attached to the head of the 
exam table. He turned around and stood off to Fran's 
side. "Ah snap it up Fran. Times money."

Dr. Winker, tiring of Fran's stalling ways, finally 
decided that her white blouse was next. Fran, with 
trembling hands, slowly unbuttoned it. Dr. Winker again 
helped her, by sliding it off her shoulders. Fran quickly 
covered her bra covered breasts with her arms, which 
brought out some giggling from Blondie. She also heard, 
"nice hooters lady," followed by some applause from the 
other side of the glass.

"Please no comments from the peanut gallery," Blondie 
snapped, and Fran figured that she must have heard them 
too.

"Sorry Fran," Dr. Winker moaned. "Please continue."

Fran could already feel the heat of stares. She also knew 
that her skirt was next. She mustered up some courage and 
unzipped it and slid it down her legs. Fran was now 
wishing that she had worn the red robe after all, because 
stripping, in front of a crowd of onlookers, was almost 
unbearable. She also realized that the Brady Brunch 
thing, wasn't working for her.

Dr. Winker hung up her skirt, as Fran moved next to 
table, yearning for its shelter.

"Ah Fran not yet," Dr. Winker said, as he held his arm in 
front of her.

"What?" Fran quickly shot.

"I need you to take off the bra too."

"Yah right!" Fran snapped, as quickly as Dr. Winker said 
it.

"Listen here Fran," Dr. Winker said as he grabbed Fran's 
arm and pulled her close to him, just before he whisper 
into her ear. "Look just do it, you have too, for proper 
testing, and don't you dare embarrass me, in front of my 
bosses."

"Oh yah embarrassed YOU," Fran quickly thought. "You're 
not the one with the TITS."

"Now get that bra off!" Dr. Winker said as he let go of 
her arm, "Or I'll rip it off!" Fran frantically looked 
around the room, unsure of which way to turn. There were 
eyes in all directions. She wiped a bead of sweat from 
her brow, even in the 55-degree room.

Fran shivered, as she slid her left arm under her bra and 
with the other lifted it over her head and handed it to 
Dr. Winker, who hung it up, while Fran quickly tried to 
get on the table, once again.

"Hold on a sec!" Dr. Winker snapped. "Aren't you 
forgetting something?" Fran almost instinctively grabbed 
her panties with her right hand. "That's right them too."

"NO WAY!" Fran screamed.

"Lower your voice!" Dr. Winker barked. "I thought you 
knew that you were going to have your temperature taken 
during the exam."

"Yah I did," Fran mumbled. "In my mouth."

"Silly girl, you also know you will have a breathing 
tube. Can't do both in there." Dr. Winker teased.

"Then...Oh My God!" Fran shrieked, as it hit her.

"That's right, we're going to have to use the good old 
fashion rectal thermometer." Dr. Winker said seemingly 
loud enough so everyone could hear.

Fran could here some rumbling from the spectators, as she 
fumbled for some words. "Please, I don't think."

Dr. Winker pulled her next to him again. "You betta 
think! Look you might not respect me, but you will 
respect the jacket!" He hissed, pointing to his white 
doctor's jacket.

Fran had her panties half way off, before she realized 
that she didn't even know what that meant, but they were 
soon wrapped around her ankles, so it was to late 
anyways. She used her hand to cover her crotch, as she 
stepped out of them, quickly kicking them under the exam 
table.

She watched in horror as Dr. Winker bent down and picked 
them up. He held them up and shook them out, before he 
hung them up on the tree as well, as Fran cringed, 
noticing her clothes were piled up, in the exact opposite 
way, in which she took them off.

Blondie caught Fran's eye, as she motioned for her to lie 
down, on the table. Fran let out a sigh, as she finally 
slid onto the table. Her eyes now staring into the bright 
lights. Her back experiencing the table's cold surface. 
Fran folded her hands over her chest and squeezed her 
thighs tight, while trying to adjust into a comfortable 
position, on the small table.

"Now just relax, and try to bring your heart rate down," 
Dr. Winker said as grabbed her by the right wrist. Fran's 
head snapped up as Blondie also grabbed her by the right 
ankle. She heard the distinctive sound of Velcro straps 
being opened and then closed. She was strapped to the 
table, before she realized what they had just done. She 
tried to pull away, but the Velcro was doing its job. 
Fran could only offer a plea of mercy, as her other wrist 
and ankle quickly followed.

When they backed away from her, Fran squirmed about 
helplessly on the table. Her face a flame now, as she 
didn't have anything to hide her nudity. She suddenly 
remembered last night's shaving episode and quickly 
looked down at her pussy. She could see it, and she knew 
everyone else could too, but at least her pussy lips were 
tightly snuggled together, guarding her hidden treasure.

She also tried to remember if she ever saw the strap, or 
the metal leg extensions that her legs were now strapped 
into now. She even let out a nervous laugh as she thought 
to herself, "If your trying to get my heart rate down, ah 
this ain't helping the cause, guys!"

Fran watched as Blondie approached again. Her body 
flinched as Blondie applied the first sticky pad, and 
then the next. Fran knew these were for the EKG machine. 
She just shook her head as she suddenly realized that 
Blondie was doing her job. All those years of studying 
and studying.

The night classes she took to become a certified EMT and 
now a lowly secretary was doing her job, while she lay 
there like some model, and a naked one at that. Fran 
flinched again as Dr. Winker pricked her with a needle, 
to start an IV, which would then be used to monitor her 
blood. He hooked her up to his fancy blood monitoring 
machine, while Blondie continued. Fran was kind of 
surprised that at least Blondie put the pads in the 
proper spots.

With the pads in place, Blondie began hooking up the EKG 
wires, as Dr. Winker returned and quickly slipped a 
Hallow on Fran's head, which she knew was to record her 
brain waves. Dr. Winker moved onto the breathing 
apparatus next, which was like an egged shaped ball, with 
a breathing tube burrowed through the middle.

Fran opened wide and couldn't help but notice that Dr. 
Winker seemed to enjoy slipping it into Fran's mouth. He 
even had to do it a couple of times, "to get the proper 
fit," he said. While Fran's stomach turned, realizing the 
metaphor. But Fran didn't have long to fret that, as she 
suddenly felt her legs rising, with the leg extensions. 
Fran tried to lift her head, but the Hallow held her head 
in place. Fran's eyes started to well up, as she realized 
that she was now in a sitting position, only lying on her 
back, and they also welled because she knew what was 
next.

Fran's whole body shook, as she heard the distinctive 
sound of a rubber glove being snapped on, even though she 
knew it was coming. She started blinking her eyes 
furiously to try to clear them. When they cleared 
somewhat, she saw Blondie applying some lubricant to Dr. 
Winker's extended index finger, before Dr. Winker turned 
his attention back to Fran, who felt her legs being 
lifted a little higher and spread a little wider.

She suddenly realized the leg thingies could be moved 
into any position they desired. She noticed Dr. Winker 
pausing, as if to see if she was in the proper position. 
She also noticed a sly smile on his face. "Or is he just 
admiring the view?" She quickly thought, before she 
wanted to scream, "Hey doc, close my legs, I ain't having 
a baby here."

"Just relax Fran; remember I'm a doctor," Dr. Winker 
said, just as she felt the coolness, of the lubrication, 
on her anus. Fran wanted to scream at him again that he 
was a Doctor of Science, and not a Medical Doctor, but 
then she tried to scream at him to get his finger out of 
her asshole, but with the rubber egg in her mouth, all's 
came out was murmured gargling.

Fran felt sudden relief as his finger withdrew, but not 
before it did some cruel twisting and turning. Fran could 
only bite her oral obstruction, as she quickly felt the 
thermometer start its invasion, causing tears of pain and 
humiliation to flow. While her body filched about, as the 
thermometer was much larger than DR. Winker's finger, the 
bonds again doing there job.

Fran felt a hand on her chin and heard Blondie's voice. 
"It's alright Fran, the worst is over now, just try to 
relax... I know Honey, I know." Blondie used a soft cloth 
to dab some of Fran's tears. "Plus you're going to ruin 
my make up job," she added with a giggle.

"C'mon Sissy, don't embarrass me in front of all these 
people," as soon as Dr. Winker said it, more tears 
started to flow, as Fran wanted to thank him for the 
reminder, as she almost forgot the view the spectators 
must have off her. She also watched in horror, as one of 
her co-workers, moved one of the cameras, so that it 
seemed to be focused right between her legs. Fran's 
humiliating day on the table to be preserved forever.

"Give her a couple of seconds, now just go away," Blondie 
whispered to Dr. Winker, who turned to address the crowd. 
Fran was a little surprised with Blondie. Today was the 
first time Fran could remember that she stuck up for her.

For the next ten minutes, Fran just closed her eyes and 
tried to relax, as they needed to bring her levels down. 
The room also flooded with soft music. Blondie also shut 
off all the lights, except for the light directly over 
the exam table, as now only a cone of light lit up Fran.

Dr. Winker suddenly announced he was satisfied with her 
readings, so he took off Fran's breathing apparatus. 
Before Fran could even utter a word, he lifted her head 
and poured the test tube of liquid down Fran's throat. 
Fran was now choking on the potion that she had worked so 
hard on. The liquid quickly burned her mouth and throat. 
The breathing apparatus was snapped back into place, as 
the liquid continued its journey. Fran was left alone for 
ten minutes again as the potion went to work. Fran also 
knew that she just went past the point of no return.

Dr. Winker called out time and they all recorded their 
readings, which brought Dr. Winker and Blondie up to the 
table again. Dr. Winker simply grabbed the rectal 
thermometer and pulled it out. He quickly wiped it off 
and took a reading. Fran could only wince as it entered 
her, once again. Fran also winced because she knew that 
the test was set for one hour, and then the cool down, so 
this would happen five more times.

Time moved painfully slow for Fran now, as she began to 
perspire under the light's rays, and the heat of the 
stares. The potion was also kicking in, making Fran 
tingle all over, it felt like an arm of ants were 
marching over her skin. Her senses seemed to be on high 
alert.

Each time Dr. Winker checked Fran's temperature the 
feeling seemed to become more intense. The discomfort of 
earlier, now replaced with twinges of pleasure. On the 
fourth temperature check, Dr. Winker even changed to a 
larger rectal thermometer, which stretched Fran's anal 
cavity to its limits, while it also caused Fran's body to 
shudder, wit a mixture of pleasure and pain. It also 
spiked her readings.

Blondie, following Dr. Winker's orders, used a soft cloth 
to help soak up some of Fran's perspiration. She started 
with Fran's face and then down her neck. Fran's head was 
in a fog, but she still knew what was next, as she felt 
pressure on her breasts. Her nipples had become almost 
painfully erect, as her body tingled with sensations, 
especially as the cloth was dragged across each bumpy 
nub. Blondie continued her dance down Fran's body, 
finally resting on her pubic bone.

She folded the damped cloth before she patted Fran's 
glistening pussy. Blondie flashed Fran a devious smile, 
but Fran couldn't bear to watch. Blondie checked her work 
by running her finger from the top of Fran's pussy, to 
the bottom. Fran's eye's suddenly snapped open, as she 
could have sworn she felt Blondie's finger, slip quickly 
inside of her aroused opening.

Fran's strained her eyes, as she heard Blondie moan, "All 
set," as she returned to her station. Fran's eyes bulged, 
as she could make out that her pussy lips were no longer 
tightly nestled together. Instead they fell to the sides, 
like a drunken rose. Her hidden treasure now exposed, for 
all to see.

Fran was painfully aware of her body's aroused state for 
the next two temperature checks. She was never so happy 
as when Dr. Winker announced that the hour was over, and 
that she would need a ten minute cool down. Fran's 
happiness was brief however, as she noticed the door to 
the observation room open. She cringed when the 
spectators started flowing into the lab, many offering 
their congratulations to Dr. Winker, while many using the 
opportunity to get up close and personal with Fran.

Fran was suddenly surrounded with onlookers, many not 
even disguising their ogling. The Suits, her former 
teachers, the old janitors, all discussing her body, many 
poking and prodding, all while Fran frantically strained 
against her bounds, her breathing apparatus, silencing 
her screams.

Dr. Winker's son even used the opportunity to tweak 
Fran's erect left nipple. Fran's cool down period, 
anything but. Suddenly Fran's racing heart, caused an 
alarm to go off. The piercing buzzing sound, instantly 
filling the room, until Blondie shut it off.

"All right, show time is over," Blondie announced as she 
returned and noticed a couple of the men openly groping 
Fran. Dr. Winker's son was even fingering Fran's pussy. 
"Let's go, there's a bar across the street, some of you 
guys look like you could use a beer, or a cold shower!"

Blondie let her co-workers gather their data, and the 
video tapes, and then noticed they were just lingering.

"C'mon guys, I think she has had enough!" Blondie 
snapped, as she shooed, the reluctant to leave men, out 
the door. "Men!" She gasped, as she moved back over to 
Fran, who was smarting over the tapes that were now in 
Mack and Myer's hands, and began to pull off the sticky 
pads, as Dr. Winker took off the Hallow, and then he just 
stood and watched.

"Ah you too," Blondie moaned.

"Me, but this is, MY LAB!" Dr. Winker snapped.

"Yah and this is, MY PUSSY," Blondie said lifting up her 
dress. "And if you want some more of this, you'll leave 
now."

Dr. Winker, stood in stunned silence for a second, before 
he bolted for the door. Blondie giggled, as started 
removing the breathing apparatus from Fran's mouth, as 
Blondie also read her face. "Don't look at me like that. 
I don't even have a high school diploma, and I make more 
money than you do!"

"Blondie could you please free me," Fran managed, 
ignoring Blondie's confession, because she was still 
painfully aware of her nakedness, and her humiliating 
position, while it also didn't really surprise her.

"No problem," Blondie chirped and Fran quickly sighed, as 
Blondie moved between Fran's legs. "All in due time."

"What?" Fran quickly moaned.

"Just have to clean you up first," Blondie said, as she 
twisted on the thermometer, still deep inside of Fran. 
"This is the biggest rectal thermometer I could find."

"Huh," Fran moaned.

"I mean, I saw, seen." Blondie mumbled. "It's big eh?"

"Yah it was pretty big," Fran moaned out, as Blondie 
slowly slid it out. "Can you at least put my legs down, 
I'm starting to cramp?"

"Sure, just let me get this," Blondie said as she used a 
damp towel to clean Fran's anus. Fran could only roll her 
eyes, as Blondie whistled as she worked.

"Well that's good enough, for now," Blondie said before 
she lowered the rails that held Fran's legs up, but left 
them spread apart. Fran moaned her thanks, as the blood 
rushed down her legs. "Do you know my place is on the top 
floor? Maybe you should come up for a hot bath?"

"Yah," Fran moaned. "I mean, yah I knew you lived 
upstairs!"

"It would be easier," Blondie said, as she moved over to 
the sink.

"Ah Blondie, I can wash myself." Fran moaned, as she 
watched Blondie wet another face cloth.

"Yah I know, but what fun would that be," Blondie purred 
as she strolled back and simply dropped the face cloth 
onto Fran's stomach. With a sly smile, Blondie grabbed 
the cloth and started making small circles over her belly 
button. "Now which way do I go from here?"

Fran was gunna offer a plea, but was to tired too, so she 
just remained mute, as it seemed like Blondie was back to 
her teasing ways.

"Do I go up here, and wash your big boobies," Blondie 
teased as she ran the cloth up to just under the swell of 
Fran's breasts. "Or do I go down here and wash your bare 
pussy. You BAD girl."

Fran wanted to protest at Blondie's teasing, but just 
couldn't find the words. She felt totally helpless, and 
yet she never remembered being more excited.

"I think I'll start with these," Blondie said as she ran 
the cloth up onto Fran's left breast. "Who knew you had 
these, under that silly white lab thingy, you always 
wear, and your nipples, I've never seen nipples that hard 
before... Yes and hmmm, here they come again."

Fran closed her eyes, but not her ears, as Blondie's 
continued washing Fran's breasts, paying particular 
attention to her nipples, while also continuing her 
teasing. "Man if you could have seen the look on your 
face when Dr. Winker told you to take off your bra! I'm 
not even sure that was necessary, but they all seemed to 
enjoy it, when you did."

Fran opened an eye briefly, as the cloth finally left her 
breasts and started to make its way lower and lower.

"And then when he told you, to lose the panties too, I 
thought you might wet yourself." Blondie purred as the 
cloth ran over Fran's inner thighs. "But you were a 
Trooper; I'll give you that. I mean you took one for the 
team, ah literally, I might add."

Fran's body flinched, as the cloth ran over her pussy, 
while Blondie continued. "I mean being spread out like 
that, butt naked, your pussy, shaved bare, your lips in a 
state of arousal, never mind with that thermometer 
sticking out of your ass."

"Please," Fran gasped, as she felt Blondie's fingers 
spread her open again. "And then I remember I spread you 
out, like this." Blondie purred. "And then."

"YAH I KNOW!" Fran snapped, finally tiring of Blondie's 
teasing.

"OH! Did I hit a nerve? Ah sorry bout that Fran. I guess 
I couldn't help myself. I mean I could smell your 
arousal. I just had to see if you were as wet as I 
thought you might be, and when your pussy lips just fell 
apart. I mean sometimes I get turned on, but."

"I wasn't turned on!" Fran snapped.

"Really?" Blondie said with a giggle. "That's not what my 
nose and my eyes told me."

"Well I wasn't, or maybe it was the potion," Fran 
mumbled. "Now free me please. Ah I think I'm clean down 
there, now."

"Yes you are," Blondie said as Fran watched as Blondie 
licked her finger, and dropped the damp cloth on her 
stomach again. "Ok Fran I'll free yah, and maybe I'll buy 
that potion excuse, but answer me this. How did it feel 
knowing all eyes were on you? Hmmm, knowing all eyes were 
on your naked body, your ample breasts, your big brown, 
erect nipples, you're exposed pussy, all for the 
taking... Hmmm Fran?"

Fran's face flushed again with the questions, and because 
Blondie dragged a fingernail across her erect nipple, as 
she spoke.

"How did it feel Fran? You had to know that every man was 
fantasying about having you, devouring you, fucking you, 
enslaving you," Blondie purred, as she leaned her head 
down towards Fran's chest. "Licking your breasts," she 
said before her tongue followed her words. Blondie took a 
couple of licks, before she sucked on Fran's left nipple, 
to which Fran could only muster a feeble protest. "Biting 
your nipple," Fran suddenly shrieked, as Blondie did so, 
as she did when she bit the other one.

"Please Blondie stop," Fran cried out, as Blondie raked 
her nipple in between her tongue and her teeth. She 
moaned her thanks, when Blondie finally did, but not 
before leaving her with raw nipples.

"Kissing their way down your stomach," Blondie said, 
again following her words, "and then licking your pussy," 
she mumbled, before she brought her tongue down and split 
Fran's pussy into two halves, which brought out a gasp 
from its owner. "Sucking your clit," Blondie moaned, as 
she suddenly brought her whole face down onto Fran's 
pussy, and sucked on her clit hood. "Fucking your wet, 
moist, pussy," Blondie managed, in between breaths, and 
as she slowly added her middle finger to her sucking, as 
Fran begged her to stop.

Suddenly Blondie stood up and giggled, but her finger 
never left Fran's pussy. "Stop but I wasn't finished." 
Blondie said, wiping her face with her other hand. "Your 
mouth says stop, but your pussy says, go, go, go."

"Please, I ah...Owww," Fran's plea, seemingly turning 
into a moan.

"Like I was saying, and with that thermometer, you know, 
sticking out of your ass, they were all wishing that was 
them, their cocks buried in your ass, fucking you like a 
farm animal." Blondie oozed.

"Please don't tease me anymore," Fran mumbled.

"Please, I know I would have, I mean if I had a cock," 
Blondie said looking into Fran's face, her middle finger 
quickly snapping back and forth, inside of Fran's pussy. 
"I do have a cock, you know."

"Oh not like that Fran," Blondie quickly snapped, reading 
Fran's face. "It's a strap on, and it's bigger than most 
men's cocks."

"You like girrrr, OH PLEASE, Don't make me come!" Fran 
moaned out.

"Yah I enjoy the company of women, as well as men, and if 
you lie and tell me that you don't want me, then I'll 
free you and you will never and I mean NEVER have me." 
Blondie said, all while her thumb began to circle Fran's 
clit.

Fran's head was swirling. She had been fantasizing about 
Blondie since the day they first met, but with time, she 
also grew to hated her, and her teasing ways. Also 
swirling cause Blondie's long finger was also doing its 
magic. Fran tried to speak, but her voice was replaced 
with a squeal, as Blondie's thumb found her throbbing 
clit, as well. Fran knew that she was losing the battle 
now.

"It's ok Fran. I'll let your body do the talking." 
Blondie said, as Fran's body began thrashing on the 
table, testing the holds of her restraints, one more 
time. Audible moans filling the air, as Blondie gushed. 
"That's it Fran, cum for me baby, cum for me, you little 
whore...Just think of how many guys are going to wack-off 
tonight, to your naked, helpless image. I bet they are 
across the street right now, your tape, in the VCR, the 
whole bar watching, watching YOU."

Fran's body finally slowed after a series of powerful 
quivers and some loud cries of pleasure, from its owner. 
Blondie, with a proud smile, slowly withdrew her finger 
and brought it up to Fran's mouth. Fran, who was still a 
little light headed, was a little reluctant at first, but 
she finally sucked her own juices from Blondie's 
persistent finger, tasting herself for the first time. 
Blondie then used the wet cloth to clean up her hand and 
then Fran's pussy, while Fran caught her breath.

Blondie finally un-strapped her from the table. Fran just 
rubbed her freed wrists, as her focus slowly returned. 
Blondie left the room, as Fran sat up on the table, 
trying to get some feeling back into her legs. She 
watched as Blondie returned and held up that red robe 
again. Fran slid to her feet, shaking her head, and 
finally made her way into the robe.

Fran was a little puzzled, and still a little mad that 
Blondie had just taken advantage of her, as she watched 
Blondie stuff her discarded clothes into a large hand 
bag.

"C'mon that was just the appetizer," Blondie said, as she 
reached out and took Fran's soft hand. "Just wait until 
the main coarse, and if you're nice, I just might fuck 
you up the ass tonight."

Fran could only gasp, as she wasn't really sure if she 
was ready for that, or a night with another woman, 
especially Blondie, or if she could ever face her boss or 
her co-worker again, after all she just went through. 
Fran suddenly noticed that she was still holding 
Blondie's hand, as they waited for the elevator.

Looking into Blondie's lust filled eyes, she knew that it 
was now or never, although she was still a little afraid 
to make her fantasies, a reality. She even giggled to 
herself as she thought, "There's always another night of, 
Nick at Night."

Blondie suddenly pressed her lips into Fran's, and gave 
her a soft passionate kiss. Blondie broke away, as the 
doors opened.

"C'mon Fran, you won't be disappointed," Blondie said, as 
if she was reading Fran's mind, and just before she 
helped Fran into the elevator. "Plus you can always, 
blame it on the potion."

The End

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