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[Falquian] Mad Scientists' Paradise [2015]

PART 1. THE MOST BEAUTIFUL FLOWER

DAY 1

The dim light filtered through the window panes of the greenhouse gave the white lab coat of doctor Mateson a yellowish tint while he did his evening inspection of the plant specimens that grew inside there. He went one by one, meticulously measuring leaf lengths and colours, fructification states, parasitic infestation rates, and hundreds of other apparently inconsequential parameters that would have bored anyone else to tears had they been forced to keep track of them. Not him, not Mateson, nor any of the other scientists that manned that secluded facility in the middle of nowhere. For doctor Mateson, like all his colleagues, was veritably crazy.

Not crazy in the sense of banging his head into walls, or hallucinate dragons. No, he would have passed each and every test the psychiatrists of the world could have thrown at him with flying colours. His was a different kind of crazy, the kind of crazy that made you disregard all ethics and morals and the suffering of your test subjects in the pursuit of science. He was an old school mad scientist and, in this place, he had found a government endorsed sanctuary where he was given "Carte Blanche" to perform any experiment that his devious mind could conceive.

Mateson was already a genius in his twenties. A biologist of world fame until he mysteriously disappeared, he specialized in botanic and genetics. Now he was pushing forty, and his intellect had increased alongside his age. A tall wiry fellow, he would have been considered handsome by most women, with short salt peppered brown hair, a neatly trimmed beard and brown eyes always behind a pair of glasses, he couldn't care less about those hypothetical women. He was married to his work, but that didn't mean he couldn't enjoy some hot one on one action with whatever test subject was at hand whenever he needed to vent some stress.

He was nearing the end of his data collection round when he spotted Linda and his eyes warmed in affection as he approached the strange looking tree that extended its lush foliage to the ever decreasing light. Nobody outside that installation would have recognized that plant, nor the rows of similar ones that grew neatly ordered by its side. It's glossy green trunk had a diameter of twenty inches, and it grew taller than him in a collection of misshapen lumps that in a lower light could have even passed for a human female form. Its name was written in a plaque buried in the dirt that sustained it, partially obscured by the shadow that the leaves of the plant projected.

The strange tree, as well as its siblings, was an original creation of doc Mateson himself, brought to life by an unholy DNA splice coming from many plants and animals, including humans, in search for their most useful traits. Yet, they were all failures. None of them had brought him what he was looking for.

However, thanks to the government funding and the knowledge that all scientific breakthroughs took time to yield results, he was not worried at all. He tenderly stroked the soft trunk of the tree, making it shiver a bit, its leaves rustling as if in acknowledgement of his touch.

"Ah, poor Linda, I see that your water income is becoming deficitary. I will notice William so he can correct it" Mateson said, speaking to the plant as if it was a human.

He repeated the process with all the strange trees, calling them by their names and checking that their parameters were in order until a beep from the intercom of the greenhouse startled him. The voice of his assistant William resounded on the speakers of the facility.


"Doctor, the specimen you requested has arrived at the lab. We will transport it to the greenhouse as soon as it's prepared"

Excellent, thought Mateson, as his sight focused on a large pot by the end of the greenhouse. The batch of seeds that had sprouted the current inhabitant of the pot was particularly promising. He finished taking notes on his tablet while giving time to William to prepare the stage for his latest try.

Ten minutes later, the pneumatic hiss of the reinforced steel doors that led to the greenhouse signalled the arrival of William, pushing what appeared to be a wheeled stretcher to where Mateson awaited. William reminded him of his own youth and that was why he had chosen him for the post. Ego boost notwithstanding, the youngster was also a genius of world calibre by his won merits, and as deviant, sexual or otherwise, as himself.

As his assistant neared him, Mateson could see the test subject atop the stretcher. It was a small girl, no more than ten years old, her incredibly long red hair spilling to the sides of her temporary bed, skin pale as alabaster with freckles dotting it in good redhead fashion, her eyes closed in a deliciously looking sleeping face. She was the image of innocence, and he almost regretted what they were going to do to her.

Almost.

After all, she had been born and raised for this moment and, if what he was trying to achieve bore fruit, most, if not all, of the illnesses of the world would be just bad memories for the future generations.

Taking a jar of a transparent greenish gel, he and William started to lather her unconscious tiny body thoroughly, rubbing the concoction across every inch of her unblemished skin. No place was spared, and Mateson smiled when his pants betrayed a raging hard on, similar to the one that his assistant had sported since he had entered the greenhouse.

"I see that you are pretty distracted by this little minx that you have brought, William" Mateson said

"I could say the same, doc!" William answered in good sports.

"It won't do to have our minds elsewhere while we ready the subject, don't you think, my dear William"

"Not at all, but what do you propose to ease this stress that is distracting us both, doc?" William asked as he winked at Mateson.

"I suppose it can't be helped, William. Science demand us to do whatever necessary to remain concentrated in our work" The elder one said loudly as he pointed a finger to the ceiling in a grandiloquent manner.

That exchange was a charade they both had learned to enjoy as they got to knew each other better. The two scientists knew exactly what they wanted from the very beginning and they lost no more time in going for it. Mateson and William quickly unfastened their pants and tossed their underwear aside, revealing a pair of cocks that would have been better suited to horses by the size of them. Almost thirteen inches long and three inches wide, their cocks were courtesy of a successful experiment of their colleagues of the department of animal physiology.


Soon they were buck naked except for their lab coats. Otherwise, how would anyone know that they were scientists? The little girl's flesh was soft and tender and inviting, glistening with gel and perspiration. William had injected her with a cocktail of powerful aphrodisiacs and muscle relaxants, and her body was unwittingly responding to them.

The little girl was no stranger to that kind of attention, of course. Having been born and raised at the facility, she had experienced all kind of sexual stimulus in her short life. The sixth daughter of an experimental subject on the human reproductive research facility, the prettty child was a highly fertile little girl conditioned since birth to be the perfect test subject for whatever experiment the scientists at the expansive facility could devise. Naturally masochistic and submissive as a result of the selective breeding performed on all the previous generations before her she, like dozens of girls and boys like her, was a lab rat in all but name.

Her undeveloped, although not virgin by far, cunny was like putty in the expert hands of doc Mateson, as his fingers pinched and probed the softest undeveloped labia and her inviting opening. Her miniature clit stood erect and a small gush of juices signalled her readiness.

Doc Mateson grabbed her by the ankles and slid her body until her crotch was flush with the edge of the stretcher, which incidentally put her ready snatch at the perfect height for his painfully erect cock to spear her. Meanwhile, William was furiously masturbating while his mouth sucked and bit her flat nipples.

Just for his amusement, Mateson flopped his monster equipment on top of the girl. The head of his rigid penis rested on her chest, just atop her solar plexus. If he penetrated her fully, he would almost reach her heart. Smiling at the size difference, he took his member again, positioned its head at the entrance of her cunt and, with no further ado, rammed his cock, full strength, into a flesh tube which was barely suited for that. He marvelled at the strength of the cocktail that coursed through her veins, developed in the facility, of course, that had allowed her to accept a full third of his manhood without too much difficulty. A small trickle of blood flowed around the impossibly stretched labia of the girl, which struggled to house the gigantic rod that had so thoroughly impaled her.

A penis shaped bulge deformed the girl's previously flat tummy, marking the place where his cock now rested, a bit past her navel. Mateson tenderly stroked the outline of his penis showing through the child skin and muscle, and marvelled at the incredibly taut flesh ring that her labia had formed where their genitals met. The little one was whimpering in her sleep at the monstrous intrusion, and Mateson took that as his cue to begin fucking her in earnest, with slow strokes as long as her body allowed.

William had decided on another approach. While he kept pinching and massaging the darker circles that passed for nipples in her flat chest with one hand, he used the other hand to guide his cock head near her puckered lips. The little whimpers subsided as she felt the glans of William's cock and her sucking reflex kicked in, making her try to fit her mouth around it to lick it, with the practiced motions of a lifetime of training.

Even with the boosts that they had received thanks to the myriad of chemicals and experimental operations, the sight of a ten years old sucking a horse sized cock while her stomach deformed rhythmically with the intrusion of a similarly sized one was too much for the two men, and both cummed at the same time. Mateson filled the womb of the child with baby batter almost to the point of rupture, making a small sized flesh balloon form at the tip of the cock shaped bulge of her abdomen, while William did the same in the girls mouth, overflowing it with semen, making it spurt from her nose and threatening to choke her.

While the girl unconsciously coughed and retched, the two spent men laughed merrily at the mess they had caused, quickly withdrawing their oversized penises from the little child. Mateson's one exited her body with a dirty wet sound that preceded a deluge of pink coloured semen overflowing from her gaping hole, clearly unable to close again. William cleaned carefully the girl's mouth and nose, allowing her to breathe normally again and wiped the tears from her face, the involuntary reflex triggered by their merciless assault.

It was time to return to work, though. The anaesthesia that kept her unconscious and pliable would wear off soon, and they had to make her ready. They didn't even bothered putting clothes on again. For their purposes, the lab coats and forearm length sterile gloves would suffice, as whatever little decency they may had had in the past was long forgotten, buried in the lax customs of the facility.

Both scientists cleaned the girl's body inside out and then resumed the gel lathering until she again regained the greenish tint of the substance. Then, wheeling the stretcher near the big pot that Mateson had prepared earlier, they both raised the limp form of the child and positioned her atop the rim.

The pot itself was akin in shape to a standard garden pot. Apart from the bigger than normal size that would have allowed to house a small sized palm tree, it sported some significant differences that set it aside from the common house variety. For starters, it was made in a near unbreakable alloy of graphene laced titanium.

Multiple cables and connectors fed the soil of the pot with water and nutrients, and measured many parameters like temperature, humidity or pH. Also, the rim of the recipient was moulded anatomically to easily support the girl's legs, fitted with manacles clearly designed to restrain a child sized human, like the one the scientists were positioning over it.

Mateson and William carefully placed the girl's legs until she was kneeling atop the pot, and restrained her with the manacles near her ankles and knees. Her arms were bent backwards until they too reached the rim and also similarly tied. A metal pole extending from the rim was positioned between them, resting in an padded top that supported her back and would keep her from slumping backwards.

The uncomfortable position warranted that the subject would not touch the soil and also wouldn't be able to move for the duration of the experiment, as well as positioning her nethers square atop the current inhabitant of the pot.

A purple bulb, nearly the size of the scientists glans crowned a thick green bumpy stalk almost ten inches tall and three thick. In fact, the scientists had had to carefully bend the flexible pole forward to mount the girl in the pot. Once freed again, the plant resumed its straight position resting at the girls' venus mons. From the base of the stalk sprouted a tendril of similar girth, albeit longer and even more pliant, capped with a pine cone looking brownish head and resting coiled around its parent.

Now, the previous fucking had not been just for the amusement of the two deviant paedophiles. Her little tender snatch still gaped open, arousal fluids leaking from it thanks to the aphrodisiac that flowed inside her, and Mateson took advantage of it to grab the stalk and gently coax it to fill the space his cock had vacated earlier.

The purple bulb, guided by the firm hand of the scientist, parted the delicate and raw folds of the little girl once again. Bit by bit, the huge mass of the bulb penetrated the vagina that would be its new home, helped by the lubrication the test subject was so helpfully dripping.

Once the head had disappeared through the child snatch and the labia had closed around it, the man kept pushing the plant inside until the head of the bulb rested again the girl's cervix and the stalk had returned to it's original upright position.

Meanwhile, William was busy uncoiling the longer sprout at the base of the stalk. Once completely unfolded, the flexible appendage was almost as long as his arm, and he aimed the vicious looking head at the girl's ass. Lubricating his fingers in the juices that run through the child thighs, he inserted two of them in the puckered hole and started pistoning slowly to loosen the tight orifice.

The muscle relaxants had done their magic in that place too, and soon he was finger fucking her with all his fingers sans the thumb. Once he was sure that her asshole was sufficiently dilated, he withdrew his hand and shoved the pine cone head into her gaping orifice, unceremoniously, with little to no regard for the child's comfort.

The poor girl was on the verge of awakening, and was fidgeting restlessly under the expansion of her nethers, mewling under the unfamiliar intrusions. It was the encouragement that William needed to finish his part before she involuntarily clenched her sphincters and make his task more difficult. Once the head was inside her hole, it resembled a particularly long and thick green turd emerging from her ass.

William stopped for a second to bask in that image before resuming his task. Inch by inch, he kept relentlessly feeding the long stalk into the girl's bowels, making it snake its way through the colon, and then the large intestine.

Finally the appendage was, like its parent, standing upright, fully embedded inside the girl's tummy, the head probably around the appendix, ready to enter the small intestine. It was a very erotic sight, both doctors thought, as William rubbed her swollen abdomen, pressing the skin here and there to expose the faint contours of both tendrils inside the girl's innards.

As if on cue, when the vegetable appendices were firmly in their final position, her eyes began to flutter and her moans became more coherent while she struggled to clear her mind from the effect of the anaesthesia. Both scientists looked at her with disinterested professionalism, more worried about the plant than the girl herself. William gathered her long red hair and began to braid it so it wouldn't be in their way while examining the development of the strange plant-human symbiosis.

Finally, the growing pain of her nethers, no longer dulled by the narcotics, fully awoke the restrained little girl in a cascade of cute sounds of discomfort.

What is happening? where am I?" she rambled incoherently for a while, until her mind cleared enough to notice the two naked doctors before her. Once she saw them, everything came back to her. She had been selected from her batch of brothers and sisters to become a subject of an experiment at another lab of the complex.

The girl had been sad to have been separated from her dear sister Chloe, whom she loved much, but after seeing over time how her siblings were taken away one after another, she had eagerly awaited for her turn to be a test subject herself. The excitement brought by the anticipation of her fate was enough by itself to bring her to orgasm every night at her quarters.

"What was your name, again?" asked absent-mindedly the older looking doctor while scanning a batch of papers in his hands.

"Rose" answered the girl without thinking twice, conditioned since birth to obey unquestioningly the authority of any adult.

"A truly fitting name" answered the older doctor with a friendly smile "I am doctor Mateson. Does your tummy hurt, Rose?" he said, patting her belly carefully.

"Yes, it hurts a bit" said Rose, noticing for the first time that her legs and arms were bound backwards and she couldn't move them. She wiggled her fingers to check if she could untangle herself, but to no avail. "I can't move" she added looking at the doctor.

"I know, we have restrained you" answered the doctor, still pushing and prodding her tummy.

"Why?" asked Rose, eager for answers.

"It's for your own security, if you move in your state you could hurt yourself" replied the doctor called Mateson "It seems that the bulbs have rooted well, William. This one is promising!"

William acquiesced silently and went to prepare the catalyst that would begin the experiment for real.

"What is that?" Rose asked again, looking down at the invader that was filling her young holes to capacity and then some more. The sensation was not alien to her, having been trained with dildos and cocks to perform sexually whenever asked for, but the size was surpassing the limit of pain.

"Your companion for the rest of your life, young lady".

"What is the experiment about? William and Greta didn't tell me anything about it".

"You are going to be a subject of a human-plant hybridization experiment" Mateson answered. However, seeing the look of incomprehension on her face he corrected his tone "this plant and you are going to become one, miss"

"What for?" she said, cocking her head. She was not scared, just curious.

"Don't worry about that, Rose, it's an adult thing and you wouldn't understand anyway" he said "What you should concentrate on is in becoming a beautiful flower befitting of your namesake."

To drive the point home, he began to slowly stroke her tiny clit with his hand while he talked. The lingering effects of the aphrodisiac cocktail had made her sexual organs very receptive to stimulation and she began to moan, falling easily into her well learned patterns of pleasure.

The pain in her coochie lessened under the doctor's tender touch, and was slowly replaced by a heat that made her body tingle all over in the most pleasant of ways. While she was panting in ecstasy, she saw doctor William return with a syringe full of pink liquid and then inject in in the base of the stalk that connected her to the pot.

At that moment, the older doctor pinched her clit hard and Rose let a scream that was part pain and part indescribable pleasure, her muscles spasming rhythmically to the tune of her orgasm. To her immature brain, the overwhelming sensation reinforced indelibly earlier imprints. She would become addicted to those kind of heightened climaxes if they repeated themselves too much, that much she could understand.

Post orgasm languor draped over Rose, relaxing her and dulling the stretching pains of her innards. The calmness allowed her to notice changes that she wasted no time in letting her handlers know about.

"The plant is moving!" she exclaimed in amazement.

"We know, Rose, it's doing what is supposed to do" Mateson said, placing his hand over her tummy and feeling through the skin the stirring of the vines inside her.

Both scientists began a mad rush, taking notes on their pads, adjusting switches and buttons on nearby machines and talking excitedly between them in terms that Rose wouldn't ever hope to begin comprehending. She was too concentrated on what was happening on her belly to pay attention to what the doctors were doing. Both the stalks, for she had at last noticed that her ass was also similarly occupied, were doing a strange dance inside her.

Unbeknownst to Rose, the injection that William had administered the plant had triggered a massive cascade of phytohormones, kicking the plant metabolism into full gear. The bulb inside her began to unfold itself, expanding even more her overstretched flesh, and a pinkish blunt tendril, roughly the size of a marker pen, began to poke and prod her cervix, sending painful electric jolts through her tiny body that made her clamp her mouth and grit her teeth.

The tendril, having reached its target, pushed relentlessly, mindlessly fixated on entering Rose's tiny womb to fulfil its purpose. To ease the passage, the appendage secreted a substance that numbed the muscular ring and made it strain and relax consecutively, widening the opening on each pulsation.

Rose relaxed once more as the pain disappeared again, this time replaced with a sensation inside her cunny not unlike clenching and unclenching her fist. Not really pleasurable, but no longer painful. Meanwhile, the tendril on her ass, thanks to the accelerated growth spurt induced by its genetically altered metabolism, was invading millimetre after millimetre of the girl intestines, already having filled the large intestine to capacity and now snaking its way through the coiled ropes of the small intestine. It was a slow progress, and it would take the vegetable tentacle many weeks to completely fill the girl's digestive tract, but it was already cramping her belly awfully, making her feel like she was taking the biggest dump ever.

She worked her abdominals in vain trying to expel the intruder that had triggered her rectum muscles into evacuation mode. The only thing she achieved, though, was a terrible headache. If she had to believe the doctors, that thing was never going to leave her ass, making her excited about the prospect of always feeling the need to poo without being able to actually do it.

Five minutes after the plant growth had begun, Rose's cervix was already soft enough for the tendril to snake inside her uterus and, in a particularly strong contraction, it finally slipped in. Once inside the moist sanctuary, the main body of the plant began pumping liquids up the stalk into that tendril. Rose's uterus began to swell alongside the appendage until a small bump became visible through her abdominal skin, locking plant and girl together even more firmly.

By that point, Rose was crying earnestly from the awful cramping of her cervix and intestines. To distract herself from the pain, she tried to catalogue the myriad of sensations, both familiar and unfamiliar, that radiated from her overstretched innards. It was no good, she thought, as her skin soon wetted with perspiration, the pain was too bad to allow her anything but whimper. Mateson and Williams, for their part, looked very satisfied with themselves, and the older scientist approached the nearly comatose girl, tenderly stroking her sweat drenched face.

"Rest well, Rose, this is just the beginning" he whispered to her ear.

With that, both men turned around and exited the greenhouse, retrieving their clothes in the way, leaving behind a dazed girl as the artificially created abomination slowly invaded her innards. They walked without looking back until the soundproof blast doors that closed behind them silenced her cries of pain from the reverse birth she was experiencing.

DAY 2

Rose awoke early after a restless slumber filled with nightmares where sinister shadows chased her through a jungle chock full of vines that tangled her and slowed her escape. Last night, after the doctors had left her alone, she had spent a full hour crying before exhaustion claimed her. Now that she was awake again, she noticed that the pain was much more manageable, almost at the level she was accustomed handling, back in the nursery. Even her arms and legs were completely numb from their forced immobility, an expected result of extended bondage sessions like those she had practised before.

As the first lights of the morning shined over her bound body through the translucent glass ceiling of the greenhouse, Rose felt how calmness suddenly enveloped her, so powerful that it seemed unnatural even to her young mind. That thought didn't linger in her mind for too long, because as strange as it might have seemed, it dulled the sensations radiating from her tummy.

Unbeknownst to her, the plant invading her body had reacted to the light by releasing a massive amount of different chemicals that soaked her digestive tract and vaginal lining and acted like powerful antidepressants and anxiolytics.

Now calm and sedate, she even had the presence of mind to look at the bulge that had formed in her lower abdomen. The tendril in her cunt stretched her labia taut almost to the point of rupture, a discoloured ring of flesh outlining the phallic invader. She felt stabs of pain there every so often, like when her teacher had taught the children of the nursery how to handle needle play.

Her ass was similarly on fire. The tendril there seemed to have grown over the night, if that was even possible, making her belly packed to the brim, like that time when she had received her first gallon enema. However, she had never felt so stuffed before, and the unfulfilled need to poo was almost overwhelming her.

The chemical cocktail secreted by the plant that now coursed through her veins was, however, slowly shifting her perception of that sensations. The painful stabs and awful cramping didn't go away, but she felt she could deal with, or at least ignore, them. Her training was kicking in, her naturally masochistic side coming to light.

Rose, however, noticed her bladder uncomfortably full, and that was something she could still control. If she was already in position, why shouldn't she make use of the pot so conveniently placed under her? It wasn't like she hadn't peed in public before, and dirt was dirt. She had heard somewhere that pee was good for the plants so, unable to hold it any longer, she shamelessly let her sphincter go, basking on the release of one source of pressure in her innards.

The golden stream seemed unending, and she was still in the middle of evacuating when she heard the hiss of the greenhouse doors and saw the two evil doctors heading to where she was. She should have felt embarrassed as the doctors approached and saw her pissing, but her drug fuelled disinterest had purged her from that particular feeling.

"Do you feel better now, Rose?" Mateson asked her.

"Yes. I needed to pee very much. There is no toilet here, and I can't move" she explained.

"Don't worry about it, dear. Whenever you need peeing, just do so like you have done now"

"Just like this?"

"Of course!" the doc laughed "It's pretty normal, given your situation, and we don't mind. In fact, you are going to discover that you need to pee more and more often from now on"

It was true, part of the changes she was unknowingly undergoing. The plant was feeding her an unnatural amount of liquids that were slowly changing her metabolism and DNA make-up to better integrate both organisms, but a side effect was a nasty liquid imbalance that would need frequent release.

Rose saw William move a portable x-ray scanner in front of her. While she guessed about the purpose of that strange machine, Mateson and his assistant looked at the image that the scanner revealed. Inside the girl's abdomen, the plant had begun colonizing her small intestine. At that rate, in less than two weeks, her whole digestive tract would be full of nothing but vegetable matter. Smaller tendrils sprouted from the main one as it grew, invading the surrounding tissues, assimilating them and feeding nutrients directly to her blood stream. Rose wouldn't have to eat or drink again if she didn't want to, but that didn't mean she couldn't feast on some other things. Things that the scientists would be very happy to provide.

The bulb nested in her uterus had sprouted two smaller protrusions that were filling her fallopian tubes, heading straight for her ovaries. That was the main reason why she had to be so awfully young. For the experiment to yield optimal results, the female subject needed to be prepubescent, as they had discovered after many failures that the hormonal and tisular changes brought by the oestrus rendered the fusion infertile.

Once that detail had been taken into account, the latest iterations of the procedure had produced seeds of a very high quality, such as the one that had birthed the plant that now invaded Rose, and they hoped that the seeds born from this particular unholy union would be the first ones usable to create the very first functional human-plant hybrids down the line.

Both scientists chatted excitedly and Rose, even if she didn't know the meaning of the scientific words they were using, deduced by their tone that everything was going according to their plan. What that meant for her in the end she didn't know and, truth be told, didn't mind. While she was curious about her fate, like any child would, she had been raised to be the perfect test subject for any experiment the scientists developed, or just to be a toy for their sexual relief, and she was happy to be of use to such intelligent and worthy people.

As the sun rose higher and the light bathing her bound body increased, Rose began to sweat profusely, squirming from an itch that wasn't truly an itch. That sensation wasn't strange to her, but it had never come with such an irresistible force behind it before. Mateson and William noticed the change immediately, and winked at each other as if they had been expecting it.

"How do you feel now, Rose?" William spoke to her for the first time.

"It's hot, and itchy, and feels funny down there" she pointed with her chin to her cunt.

"Do you want us to help you with that?" he asked.

"Yes please!" she panted.

Rose wasn't feeling more pain than what her abdomen, asshole and vagina constantly irradiated, but the new sensations growing within her threatened to overload even her trained mind. The memory of what happened last night when she orgasmed so strongly was also conspiring against her self control.

Hormones that lowered her inhibitions and increased her libido such as those the light was prompting the plant to produce were being discharged nonstop into her blood stream, slowly turning her into a sex crazed maniac. All within the parameters, of course, as she needed her reproductive system kicked into overdrive if the experiment was to have a chance of succeeding.

William positioned himself in front of her and started to carefully fondle her undeveloped nipple buds, tickling and rubbing and pinching the dime sized areolas. The sensation was incredibly pleasurable to young Rose, sending small bolts of electricity that made her chest muscles spasm in delicious waves that brought relief to her all consuming lust. The young doctor unfastened his pants and his cock sprang to life, resting its incredible length between Rose's flat tits and presenting the glans to the girl's mouth.

"Suck it, Rose, suck it like you have been trained to!" he commanded her.

Rose obediently kissed the purple head, staining her puckered lips with some of the copious amounts of transparent sticky precum that was already flowing. She licked them and found his taste salty but not unpleasant, definitely better than some of the boys she had fellated before. Even if she wasn't hungry or thirsty, she tried her best to fit his massive cock inside her mouth, in order to wring as much liquid as possible.

"Yes, that's how it's done!" William screamed, tugging at her non-existent teats as long and hard as the flesh allowed, making her yell in pain, so that he could stimulate as best as possible the length of his cock with the skin of her undeveloped chest.

Meanwhile Mateson had crouched between them, looking at the junction where the main tendril met her cunt and marvelling at the ring of taut flesh that her labia had formed. Her clit was very erect, a small crimsom bead beating with arousal. He lapped the nub, expertly peeling it from its hood with his tongue and exposing it to his ministrations. He had a lot of practice at oral sex, and Rose soon found herself moaning with pleasure, the sound muffled by a mouthful of cock.

The next five minutes, both men exercised their expertise in the amatory arts, refined through many test subjects, switching positions to extract the most pleasure from the little strumpet. She had already forgotten why they were doing that, her mind lost in pleasures so much greater than she had previously experienced. Rose sensed how the itch mutated, transformed, moved through her body in waves that found the painful places of her body, increasing in intensity and radiating more strongly, mixing pain and pleasure into the same ecstatic feeling.

With a shrill scream that reverberated through William's cock, buried in her mouth, Rose finally came, her body contracting in the spasms of a massive orgasm, the second one at the greenhouse and already dwarfing the incredible first one.



Her vocal manifestation of pleasure drove both men over the edge too. William filled her mouth in a deluge of cum while Mateson painted her body white in a sticky patina as she slumped forward as much as her restraints allowed, twitching uncontrollably.

Rose's mouth was full with cum, and she savoured the gooey, warm, bitter mass, rolling it through her tongue, scraping it from her teeth, and licking her lips hungrily for more. She always enjoyed how the sticky substance clinged to her throat as it travelled to her stomach.

One of the effects of the treatments they had been administered, apart from the spectacular cock growth, was an increased production of cum and both scientists smiled as they cleaned their members against the patches of Rose's alabaster skin that were still unsoiled. Her face was covered by ropes of the dense liquid, as was her torso and cunt. Mateson as well as William found the sight incredibly erotic, and decided against cleaning the mess. Coming every morning to the greenhouse to be greeted by a ten years old girl bound and covered from head to toe in a crust of dried semen held a strange charm over the two deviants.

"How was that, little Rose?" asked Mateson after regaining his breath "Did you like it?"

"Yes, doctor. Can I have more cum?" she pleaded with puppy eyes while she tried to reach with her tongue any unclaimed bit.

"Of course, semen is healthy for you, my dear Rose" he said, patting her head "We will give it to you everyday, as many times as possible"

"Yay!" she positively beamed.

While Rose relaxed, both men went on to their work monitoring the relevant parameters of the experiment, as well as the rest of experiments going on in their little realm inside the facility. As they moved from task to task, they answered Rose's questions and talked about the menial things of the day by day, or about her life before arriving there. Two more times they frigged Rose to orgasm and fed her with the cum she so craved.

Despite being unable to move, caked with cum in different stages of drying and with a mutant plant invading her body bit by bit, she had never felt so good in her life. Even that constant pain that throbbed in her cunny and the cramping of her bum just seemed to blend into one another, satisfying her lust for pain. If that was what being a test subject was about, she was happy for the brothers and sisters that had preceded her.

That night, when the doctors left, an exhausted Rose went to sleep almost immediately, the wonderful smell of their semen inundating her nostrils. That night she didn't cry in pain anymore, even if she had never stopped hurting. That night, in her dreams, she welcomed the jungle vines that tangled her.