Data collection gone wrong

(This is a smut chapter.)

Julie leaves the room, but Tom does not return to tinkering. She’s barely gone when Tom starts orbiting around you, stealing the sight of your bare skin when he has no right to see you like this. W-Well, you are his pokemon now, so maybe he does…

The grinning scientist slaps your ass once, closely observing how it shakes before retaking its normal form. “Emi!” you cry. He silently pokes, prods, and squeezes at every bit of your body, as though you’re nothing more than his property. Even though it’s demeaning, you dutifully stay in place.

He orders you, “Kneel.” A voice in the back of your head screams not to, but you don’t listen because you don’t take orders from her. You only listen to Tom. He steps in front of you and- hey when did he take his penis out!?

“Suck.”

You immediately do so, almost like your mouth is magnetically attracted to his dick. No sooner than you’ve started blowing him, slurps and hums of pleasure make their way out of your mouth. It sounds like you’re just some happy whore, sucking away at her master’s cock. And, well, that’s pretty much all you are. Honestly, it feels really good, just bobbing your head on a dick, licking it all over, doing exactly as Tom tells you… Slowly, your eyelids sink, and your hand drifts to one of your boobs. Oh wow, they weren’t kidding. Your boobs are bigger now. And more sensitive. You dig your hands into your tits, squeezing repeatedly while you suck Tom’s dick as a content little pet until-

“Tom, seriously!? Can’t you go one day without trying to fuck a test subject!?” The agitated voice signals Julie’s return to the test room.

“Succeeding in fucking a test subject,” Tom corrects her. “Besides, look!” He thrusts himself into your mouth three times, earning a dreamy moan from you. “See? She likes it.”

Julie quips, “Of course she likes it, Tom! She’s a slut! Look what she was wearing when she got here!” Julie pulls your panties out of your heap of clothes, displaying the word ‘SLUT!’ on the back.

Panicked, objectiony moans come out around Tom’s member, which never leaves your mouth. Tom, on the other hand, doesn’t seem bothered at all by his cute pet being called a slut. Waaahhhh…! Master! Correct her!

“Wow, lucky me! I picked out a great subject this time!” The male researcher starts petting your head, which quickly makes you forget about your complaints. Ah, this is the best…

Julie sighs. “Fine. I’ll just collect data, while you’re… doing that.”

She begins crouching down next to you, holding something that looks like a multimeter. She stares at it for several seconds before asking, “Emilia, I asked you before, but are you taking any medications? Maybe some performance, uh… reducing ****?”

You shake your head as much as you can with a cock in your mouth. Ah, spit is starting to drip into your valley of cleavage. Tom didn’t say to stop, though, so oh well. You’ll just keep drooling all over your pure white globes.

“Your IV’s are… bizarre. You have a 31 in HP, but everything else is under 5… You’re basically just good for taking **** and that’s it.”

“Well, it’s a good thing my precious little cocksucker isn’t going to battle, then. She’ll be staying here forever, as my personal cocksleeve. Isn’t that right, Emilia?”

Ah! Master’s appreciation shows itself!

You withdraw only long enough to chirp, “Emilia!” with a smile, before launching yourself mouthfirst back onto your owner’s warm rod. So good… Your hand idles between your legs and you’re surprised by how wet you are already. And how good it feels to touch your pussy! You start fingering yourself with greed, which only pushes you to speed up your blowjob. Ah, this is the best! Servicing Owner is like heaven!

“You will NOT be keeping her forever,” Julie scowls. She takes out that tapered flashlight thingy for ears, but you ignore her entirely. She’s mean. Tom is way better. And his dick is soooo good, filling your mouth as you bob your head and frig yourself nonstop, making you feel so excited…!

“I can’t continue the examination like this. Stay still, would you?”

Julie grabs the back of your head and slams it all the way to Master’s pelvis. She then swiftly digs the flashlight into your ear, taking advantage of your inability to move. Or breathe. Or do much of anything besides gargle on cock.

“*GLCK* *KMMBNG*” you sputter. Julie seems unconcerned and keeps jostling her flashlight around in your ear, which a-actually feels pretty good… Wait. This is, she’s gonna make you…

“Mmmmm…” you hum, being brought to an unintentional orgasm. Your pussy clenches around your fingers and your eyes flutter upwards, all while Tom’s dick gradually depletes your oxygen supply. You melt at the sensation, letting drool coat your cleavage as you practically hang off of Tom’s dick, licking it with worship. But, just as Julie wishes, you don’t move an inch.

“Hmm, she certainly got cooperative, didn’t she?” Julie asks, sounding impressed.

“Well yeah, you made her cum,” Tom answers nonchalantly.

“No I didn’t. I just… Oh! What’s all this fluid on the floor? Did you… really…?” The female researcher moves her flashlight with a bit more ****, prompting you to tilt your head a bit and moan. Ooh, that’s good, right there! Wait, air, oh god!

Julie is snapped from her own experiment when you reach back and touch her hand, still planted firmly behind your head.

“Oh my! I’m sorry! Please, breathe.”

You pull your head back and draw some oxygen into your lungs. And then, you throw yourself right back onto Tom’s member! You look sideways at Julie with expectant eyes.

“I-I’m not doing that again! I already have the data I need. Geez…” she says.

What a shame. She’s back to being mean. You decide to just wait out the afterglow with the feeling of penis in your mouth, but Tom has different plans. He pulls himself out of your mouth and picks you up. Wha! What’s Owner doing?

“I think that’s enough foreplay. Let’s start testing my device’s full potential!”

You’re deposited on top of the table in the middle of the room, lying flat on your back. You have no time to question what’s going on before Owner has lined himself up with your lower entrance, and in one thrust, he proves his ownership over you.

“E-Emilia!!” you yelp. It feels so good, and yet, that silly voice in your head is complaining! She says he shouldn’t be allowed to have sex with you because nobody is allowed to, not even your owner who you love so much. And while your brain is wrestling with these contradictory thoughts…

“*MILI-MILI-MILI-MILI!!!*” you squeal. Tom rails away inside you, forcing incredible pleasure through your feral pussy. Your tunnel is slick in seconds, ensuring he can claim you at the most pleasant pace possible. And it’s Owner, so everything he does to you feels extra good! You squirm in pleasure, completely ignoring that dumb voice who thinks this is bad.

“Please hold still. I need to collect more data,” Julie states, standing at the head of the table and pressing against your shoulders. No matter how flatly she speaks, you can hear her breath mixed in with her words.

Julie coaxes you to arch your back, letting her slip her measuring tape behind your back. But it also lets Owner hit a really nice spot in your leaking cunt. Like a good owner, he realizes how much you like it, so he keeps hitting that spot over and over. You clench your tunnel on instinct, as if to protect yourself from the overwhelming pleasure, but he just starts pushing harder! Your peanut brain can’t think of anything except how good it feels.

The bespectacled researcher measures your bust size and mumbles, “Three more inches? That’s impossible. And they were already so big…” She pulls the measuring tape tighter and measures again, then repeats this cycle a few more times. With your heightened boob sensitivity, her measuring is really enjoyable. Maybe you can get her to do something more. And to stop being mean, while you’re at it.

You look straight at her, smile lewdly, and say, “Emiliaaaaaa~!”

You can practically hear her heart throb in her chest as she drops the measuring tape. Critical hit! It’s super effective!

“She certainly is a cute subject, i-isn’t she?”

Tom answers, “Sexiest one we’ve had yet! You should quit working and just fuck her. I know you want to.”

“I-I do not! But… these measurements I’m getting seem unreliable. I’ll have to measure by hand instead.”

“*KYA!*”

Julie squeezes the plush, white pillows on your chest that she’s been so intent on measuring. She pushes them together lewdly, and gently digs her fingertips in. It’s the perfect addition to Tom’s shaft pounding into you as he makes full use of his new pokemon. Julie’s abrasive breast massage has your boobs molding around her fingers, just like your tunnel molds around Owner’s cock every time he thrusts it into you. When Julie grabs your rock-hard nipples and tugs on them, you just…!

“*MILI… AAAAAHHHHHH!!!*” Your climax hits you like a truck, making your legs thrum and shake like a phone on vibrate. You cum so hard that Owner can barely move between your squeezing walls. Julie, however, has no such restriction, and keeps mauling and pulling on your poor, oversized tits. As you shake through your amazing orgasm, you can’t help but change your opinion on Julie for making your tits feel so good.

“Ha. Hey Julie, you made her cum again,” Tom chuckles.

“I did not! I’m merely measu- Ahh!”

She looks down and sees your face, having gone stupid from your orgasm. Eyes rolled back and tongue out while you grin from ear to ear. Apparently she didn’t even notice your orgasm, which would sting your pride if you had any… She surveys your climaxing body for a brief moment, still groping you the whole time, before asking a question.

“Tom, you, er… you’re not done, correct?”

“Correct! This girl sure is an orgasmic one, but I’m not done with my new pokemon yet.”

“Then, well, I’d like to gather some more data…”

That’s all she says before Julie steps out of sight. You hear the ruffling of clothes, and the next thing you see is a naked Julie, her ebony skin shining beneath the bright fluorescent lights. And, for all her complaints about your proportions, her lithe figure is something to envy. She’s actually really hot, and it looks like her sedentary job as a researcher hasn’t added much-

*Plop!*

While you were comparing boob sizes, Julie has now climbed onto the table and planted her pussy on your face.

“Resume, Tom.”

“Ha. You finally snapped, huh? I guess this girl was way too cute for even you to handle. It must be the way she cums.”

“Shut up! Yes, the way she cums is adorable. She makes such a dumb, happy, domesticated face! Now just fuck her already!”

Sure enough, Tom starts thrusting into you again. You start moaning out your name some more, but you’re soon muted as Julie’s cunt is placed firmly on your mouth.

“Go on, Emilia. Lick. You want to be a good girl for your owners, right?” You only pause for a moment when she claims to be your owner as well. The idea that the women who keeps helping make you cum, and measures you, and has her pussy firmly on top of your face, is your owner… seems perfectly reasonable! You give her lower lips a tentative lick, and it seems like a world of tension is released from her body. “Ahhh, that’s the stuff. Keep going.”

You push your tongue into her tunnel and swish it around, getting a taste of her sweet fluids. Wait, she’s wet already? Just how pent up was this pretty scientist lady?

Your thoughts are interrupted as Tom speeds up, pistoning into you hard enough to make your boobs bounce around wildly. Julie grabs the back of your head and presses you further into her hot nethers. In response, you grab Julie’s ass, squeezing it firmly as you squint your eyes and try to lick her just as hard as Tom is fucking you.

“Oh fuck, she’s good! I’m already going to…!”

“Me too!”

“*MMMGHAUGH!*”

Julie soaks your face in her pent-up pussy fluids. Tom blows his load deep inside you, coating your insides with heat and making sure there’s no doubt in your mind that you’re his pokemon. And, despite having an orgasm so recently, you’re already cumming again, quivering between your two owners and mewling the only word you can.

“Emiliaaa… Emiliaaa…”

Julie gives your boobs some affectionate squeezes. B-But they’re even more sensitive than before, so you fidget beneath her grip and squeeze down on Tom’s cock.

“This girl’s panties weren’t lying, Tom. She has a tongue that could only belong to a slut, my god…” Julie sighs. Yay praise! You feel like you should be upset about something, but your tired brain can’t figure it out. “I-I should probably resume collecting data, though. Just as soon as I can feel my legs.” You like Julie better when she’s sitting on you than when she’s collecting data, so you start licking her again. “O-Oh. *OH!* Maybe I’ll stay like this for a bit longer, after all.”