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Chapter 4 by Wigglesjiggles Wigglesjiggles

Who is it

Dr Stevens. Duh

You quickly throw on your pants and answer the door, you thank your stars that you have the cute brunette at the door and not the old man. “Mr Smith is it?” she states looking up and down your shirtless body with a look that you haven’t had from a woman in loooong time, she looked at you with a quiet hunger and you had never felt so attractive. “Please just call me Jack” you say as you let her into your room, “okay Jack if you can just sit on the bed I’ll pull up a chair and we can proceed”, her words were clinical and professional. “You cleaned up nicely Jack, you caught me by surprise” she says, fuck with eye-fucking you’d received at the door and the fact that it had been so long since you’d last had release you regret to say you almost creamed your pants, you quickly put your hands on your crotch to hide the fact that you were now full mast from basically nothing.

She pulls the chair from the desk up to the side of the bed that you were at and places her case on the bed. After that super satisfying click noise that you get from opening a case, she pulls out some cotton wool and a bottle, after applying some liquid from the bottle onto the wool she begins wiping your bicep with the cool wool. “Disinfecting the area” she states, clearly seeing your puzzled expression, “relax it’s just like a standard inoculation”, you internally curse yourself for not paying attention is school as she you have no idea what that even is, she may as well be speaking French. After liberally swabbing your bicep she pulls the needle out, “ok now just relax, you will feel a small pinch but after that it will be fine” she says looking you dead in your eyes, you gaze deep into her hazel eyes and relax, “ok I’m ready” you reply back. You watch as she inserts the needle and send the clear mixture into your arm, “ok all done that wasn’t too hard was it?” she says applying a plaster to your bicep, what am I 5 you think to yourself, but you let the patronizing comment slide and say “thank you”. “ok now just rest for the next half an hour to let the serum work, don’t do anything strenuous with your arm, otherwise the serum might not fully work and we do want to stop the cold now don’t we?” she says packing up her stuff and getting up, you nod the affirmative and agree with her. “Ok I’ll be back in about 30 mins to check up on you ok just relax that arm, ok?” she said leaving the room to see to the other trial applicants.

Of course you had no intention of resting your arm, you bolt into the bathroom, you needed release it had been far too long since you last had release. Unfortunately she’d injected the serum into your wanking arm, and there was no way you were gonna rest it you had 30 mins to finally get your release and you were gonna make it count. Besides anyway it’s only the cold, it’s not like its some lethal disease it’s more of an inconvenience right? So you take your pants off and free your rock hard cock, grasping it you furiously masturbate as if you’d die if you didn’t bust within the next 30 mins, which given how pent up you were, you reckon it couldn’t be far from the truth. After a few mins of beating your dick like it owed you money you explode onto the bathroom walls and floor, man you didn’t think orgasms could be this good. You clean up the bathroom, feeling content, but not drained, you reckon you could go for another, but you wouldn’t wanna be caught before you busted by her as your last interaction was hard enough having to hide your hard-on and you wouldn’t wanna start your next interaction, pre-primed.

So you decide to finally put your t-shirt on and lie down on the bed, you practically melt into the soft bed and relax, deciding you’re gonna treat this week as if it’s a nice holiday. As you think about how much your gonna enjoy this week you hear a knock as the doctor had returned, OH SHIT, you think about how you weren’t even feeling slightly sick, fuck you were meant to be full of a cold by now. Maybe the serum just didn’t work? You curse yourself and hope she won’t suspect you of not following her instructions as you answer the door.

Did the Serum work?

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