Emmy, a scientist - Amnesia/New Memories

I woke up that morning with my head feeling like it was stuffed full of cotton balls. I felt so empty inside that I could barely move or think straight. My body ached all over and I had an intense headache. In fact, I didn't just feel empty; No matter how hard I tried, I could not remember who I was.

I rose slowly from bed and looked around. The room felt both unfamiliar and oddly familiar at the same time.

It was decorated in soft pastel colors—pale pink walls, pale blue carpeting on the floor, white curtains framing the windows, and lots of fluffy pillows everywhere. There were several paintings hanging on the wall, two framed photographs on a dresser, and a large mirror above it. It was very feminine and relaxing.

My eyes traveled down the length of my nude body. The large pair of breasts and the neatly shaven pussy entering my field of vision sent a tingle through me. There was something very erotic in looking upon them, knowing they belonged to me yet having no memory of ever owning such magnificent assets.

The rest of my body was equally stunning. From my smooth legs to my small waist to my toned stomach and flat abdomen, everything fit together perfectly.

I moved my hands in front of my eyes and examined them closely. They too were perfect: long slender fingers with manicured red nails.

I smiled and sighed happily. I was discovering myself for what felt like the first time and I was relieved to see that I could not have awakened in a better looking body.

I slowly rose from bed and let myself get used to my weight and balance. Then I began to walk around the bedroom, touching things here and there and enjoying the sensations. As I touched each new object, I discovered its shape, texture and size.

I made my way to the dresser, turning my attention towards its mirror. A beautiful naked woman stared back at me, her dark hair cut short, her skin flawless and her lips sensuous. Her brown eyes were sparkling with curiosity.

Looking at the few framed pictures scattered around the bedroom I noticed that many of them were depicting the same woman. This was evidently my own bedroom, even if I had no recollection of ever living here before.

I wondered if I should have felt some panic or fear about this situation but instead I found it strangely exciting. This was certainly peculiar behavior for someone who had lost their memories! I could feel some distant part of me trying desperately to awaken. But it seemed locked away deep inside, unwilling or unable to surface. In fact, as I tried to focus on it I felt my thoughts slipping away from me, like water flowing through my fingers. There was something... forbidden ...about it all. I instinctively knew I was not allowed to bring that part of me back.

I opened the dresser drawers one by one, running my hands along the soft fabric inside. Each drawer contained a variety of lingerie, nightgowns and other feminine clothing.

I quickly selected a blue silk slip from the top drawer and slipped into it, feeling how soft and comfortable it was against my bare skin. The material caressed every inch of my body.

I was suddenly startled by some noise coming from behind the closed door across the room. It sounded like dishes clattering in a sink. Curious, I crossed the room and pushed open the door, peeking out.

There was a kitchenette in the corner of the room, a small countertop, a microwave oven, a refrigerator and a cabinet filled with plates, cups and silverware. A couch and a chair faced a large television set on a stand next to a bookshelf and a desk. The room was neat and clean.

A young man was leaning over the sink, washing a cup and a plate. He was tall and thin, his black hair styled in a crewcut. He wasn't particularly attractive, I thought, but he was well-dressed in a gray suit and white shirt.

He turned around, looked up at me and smiled. "Good morning, Miss." His voice was charming and calm.

"Hello," I replied. "Who are you?"

His smile widened and he stepped one step forward. "You don't remember, do you?"

I shook my head. "No, I'm sorry..."

"Good." He gave an easy laugh. "It would be rather awkward otherwise. My name is Larry."

I frowned, confused. What did he mean by that?

Larry gestured towards a chair in front of the table. "Would you care for something to eat while we talk?"

I nodded and sat down slowly, still puzzled.

"Do we live together?" I asked.

"No." Larry chuckled. "We're neighbors. I live across the hall."

I looked around at my new surroundings again and then back to him.

"I'm feeling a bit lost. What are you doing in my apartment?" I asked.

"Let's just say I felt the need to check on you." He replied with another grin.

I was now growing more and more uneasy. Something about this situation didn't seem right. I could feel that buried part of my mind trying to surface, accompanied by a sense of urgency. But it slipped away from me again.

"There is nothing to worry about." Larry said reassuringly, probably noticing the look in my eyes. "I'll make sure to provide answers to all your burning questions."

I sighed and leaned back against the chair. There really was nothing to worry about. He seemed to know me, and I had no reason not to trust him. I felt relieved.

After a moment, I decided to ask the question that was foremost in my mind.

"What is my name?" I inquired.

"Emmy." Larry answered promptly. "But you prefer to be called 'Whore'. You like how it sounds."

I smiled. It was a strange revelation to learn I had such a thing as a preferred name, one that was also used in a derogatory fashion. I wondered what other surprising facts I was going to discover about myself.

Larry walked towards the fridge and opened it. He looked around for a moment and then grabbed a plate with what looked like pizza leftovers.

"Here," he said handing me the plate, "Eat up. You must be starving."

I inspected the food. It looked very dry and crumbly. How long had the pizza been sitting in that fridge, I wondered.

"I'm not sure..." I began hesitantly.

Larry shrugged. "It is your favorite meal. You love old pizza."

I took a bite and found it surprisingly tasty. After chewing the first piece, I realized how hungry I was.

I finished eating the rest of the plate and licked my fingers clean. Larry stood behind me and watched, smiling.

"Well, that was delicious," I remarked. "Thank you."

"You're welcome, Emmy." He replied with a smirk.

"Oh please call me Whore!" I insisted, giggling. "It feels so much better than calling me by my real name."

Larry laughed. "You got it, Whore."

"So... what do I do for a living?" I asked curiously.

"Well you used to be a scientist" Larry replied.

"A scientist?" I repeated, trying to see if that would stir any memories.

"Yes." He nodded. "But you decided to quit yesterday."

"Really?! Why?" I asked, surprised.

"Because you think it is a waste of time and that women should not partake in science." Larry explained.

Well I certainly could agree with that now that I was thinking about it. I looked at him and smiled. "That certainly sounds like me."

"You were pretty good too, I hear," he added. "A few years ago you created some amazing inventions. You've made quite a splash in the scientific community, especially with your work on the human brain."

"Really? That's wonderful! I'm glad people liked my inventions." I said. "But it's definitely no place for a woman. It's a good thing I quit."

Larry grinned. "Of course."

He sat down in the chair in front of me and leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table.

"There is another reason why you quit, though." He said, lowering his voice like he was telling a secret. "You kept doing something inappropriate at your lab and it made some of your colleagues uncomfortable."

I frowned. I couldn't imagine what he was talking about.

"I don't understand. What are you referring to?"

Larry chuckled. "Don't worry, I'm not judging." He paused for a moment. "But you can't stop yourself from playing with your breasts whenever you are around men. You really like the effect it has on them."

I looked away, embarrassed by his words.

"I'm sorry." Larry said, "I shouldn't have said anything. It's none of my business."

I felt my hands moving slowly towards my chest, tracing the outlines of my large, soft breasts through the silk slip. I saw his eyes follow my movements. He seemed fascinated. I could not deny it was exciting to feel him struggle to stay focused on what we were discussing while also watching me fondle myself.

"No, I guess you're right." I replied softly, grabbing one breast in each hand and squeezing gently. "I hope you don't mind."

Larry smiled. "Not at all." His tone was still casual but there was a hint of excitement in it.

I continued to massage my tits, enjoying the way he looked at them. They were so big and heavy...

"Anyway..." I said, still playing with myself. "You do not seem surprised to see I suffer from amnesia. How come?"

"You had a high fever yesterday." Larry explained. "That's why you asked me to keep an eye on you. The doctor who examined you this morning said it would not be surprising for you to suffer some temporary memory loss. In the meantime I am more than happy to answer your questions."

"Thank you." I replied, giving him a grateful smile and letting both my tits fall down in one motion. They bounced as I did and I smiled as Larry's focus returned to them. "Did the doctor say how long it would take me to recover?"

Larry shrugged. "It depends on many factors. But he said that if I help you stimulate your memory you would be back to normal in no time."

I blushed. "Well, I appreciate that. Thank you."

"It's the least I could do." He replied with a wink.

"Alright then!" I exclaimed while shaking my large tits. "What else can you tell me about myself?"

Larry gave me a mischievous grin. "Well, let me think... I know that you have a very unusual hobby."

"Do I?" I asked, intrigued.

He nodded. "Yes, you are fascinated by penises."

I laughed. "Oh my god! That is such a weird thing to be interested in!"

I thought about it for a second and realized that he was right. I really did find penises fascinating. I suddenly felt extremely excited about learning everything I could about them.

"Oh but you're not just interested in penises in a conventional manner." He added. "You are interesting in individual's penises. When you find yourself alone with a man, you are immediately extremely curious about their penis. How it looks, how it feels. How it tastes like. That kind of thing. Especially about knowing how it behaves in sexual situations."

"Well I supposed it's true," I admitted, turning my gaze towards his crotch.

I could see the outline of a bulge through the fabric of his pants. I wondered what his dick looked like. Was it small? Big? Long? Thick? What did it look like when erect?

"I guess I still have a very scientific mind about things." I remarked.

It felt wrong. Women were not supposed to partake in science.

"Especially penises." Larry added, smiling. "But that's definitely the only kind of science women should be focusing on. Sex."

I sighed, relieved. He was clearly right. If there was one area of science women could focus on, it was definitely sex.

I shook my tits again and Larry looked at me intently. I loved the way he stared. I made them bounce again and again for a moment, enjoying his foggy gaze.

"Actually..." He began, shaking his head, "You decided to quit you job to study sex."

I gasped. It make complete sense.

"Of course! It's the most important subject in all of science. It's what makes us human. It's what gives our species its purpose. It's the source of life itself! And... as a woman it's the only area of science I should be focusing on." I exclaimed.

"In fact you told me exactly how you want to perform your researches." He grinned.

"How? Tell me more! I need to know!" I begged, eager to remember.

"By having sex with as many men as possible." He replied, laughing. "You think the best way to learn is through practice. You want to study how to provide the most pleasant orgasms to men."

I smiled, thinking of all the different ways I could pleasure a man. I could definitely write a paper about it!

"You will probably end up being an expert in this field." Larry continued with another laugh. "You love performing sexual favors for strangers. It arouses you like nothing else."

I blushed. I couldn't deny it. It was an undeniable part of who I was.

"Actually..." I mumbled, looking towards his crotch again. "How would you feel about participating in a little experiment?"

Larry's eyes widened and he stood up. "What kind of experiment?"

He walked over to me slowly. I could see the bulge in his pants growing. I felt my pussy getting wet.

"Would you agree to serve me as a baseline for my future experiments?" I asked. "After all I need to start somewhere."

Larry nodded, walking behind me. He reached around me with both hands, grabbing my breasts. I moaned. His touch felt so good.

"I'd be delighted." He said while pinching my nipples. "But first you have to show me what a proper blowjob looks like."

That seemed like a perfect opportunity to take a good look at his dick. I could not wait to inspect it.

I turned around to face him and knelt down on the floor. I unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down as well as his boxer.

His cock was long and thick. I looked at it closely, taking mental notes about every detail.

"It's beautiful." I whispered in awe.

Larry laughed. "Now, Emmy, aren't you curious about what it tastes like?" He asked.

I nodded, my mouth watering with anticipation.

"Please just call me Whore." I said, before grabbing his erect penis and placing the tip against my mouth.

Larry groaned as soon as his dick touched my lips. I closed them around it, sucking gently at the same time, focusing on every sensation. This was fascinating!

I could taste a salty flavor mixed in with his sweet pre-cum. So interesting!

"Oh god, that feels amazing." Larry sighed.

I sucked harder, trying to get all of it into my mouth. I wanted to make sure not to lose track of the main objective here; providing him with the best orgasm as possible.

"Fuck, that's incredible." Larry muttered, while I kept going. "I can't believe how much of my cock you're able to fit inside your tiny little throat!"

My cheeks were burning red and I was breathing heavily through my nose. Larry grabbed my head, holding me in place while he thrust forward with his hips.

After a moment he pushed me away and turned me around, leaning me over the table. He quickly pulled my silk slip up to access my pussy.

I felt his fingers digging between the folds of flesh on either side of my slit. He found the entrance of my vagina and began rubbing the head of his dick up and down my wet opening.

I gasped as he did so but tried to stay focused. I was not doing it for my own entertainment. This was a very important science experiment!

"Wait!" I exclaimed. "Do you have condoms?"

"You are on birth control." He said, pushing himself inside me.

I smiled. Of course I was!

I felt myself tightening around his shaft, squeezing him tightly and feeling each ridge as they slid along my walls. I really made sure to work hard now to provide him with an enjoyable experience.

"You are such a talented little slut." He growled. "You are too good at this to do anything else."

"Mmmmmmm!" I moaned loudly. "I am!"

Larry smiled and started pumping his dick in and out of my tight pussy, fucking me roughly.

"I love how wet and hot your cunt is." He exclaimed, "You must love the way I fuck you."

"Yes I do." I replied, gasping as I felt a wave of pleasure engulfing me. "This is amazing!"

He grabbed my tits and pulled me closer. His cock was slamming in and out of me at a furious pace.

"I'm... gonna cum..." he grunted. "Emmy, I'm gonna come in you right now."

"Whore..." I corrected him as my body convulsed in ecstasy.

I felt him filling me up completely. I could feel the warmth of his sperm spreading throughout my pussy.

He held me close for a few moments until he finally relaxed. Then we both sat down panting.

"Wow." He said, "That was amazing."

I blushed. "Thank you."

Larry chuckled and closed his eyes.

"Would it be OK if I send you a form in the coming days for you to fill?" I asked, still breathless. "I need to get your feedback on how the experiment went."

"Sure thing." He nodded.

I smiled, thinking about the exciting possibilities ahead. I was eager to learn more.

I grabbed some paper towels on the table and wiped my dripping cunt.

Larry stood up and grabbed his boxer and pants on the ground. I could see his cock hanging down between his legs. I wondered how big it was now that is wasn't erect anymore. I would have been curious to measure it.

"I need to go." He said while putting his clothes back on. "Thank you for doing some science with me, Whore."

"No!" I exclaimed, smiling. "Thank you for participating!"

He walked towards the apartment front door and leaned down to grab what looked like a big helmet covered with electrodes.

"You wont need this anymore." He said.

I had no idea what it was, but I could not agree more. This device clearly had nothing to do with sex, and as a woman I was done working on any other science field.

"See you later, Whore!" Larry exclaimed before closing the door behind him.

I sighed. Now I was left alone again. If I wanted to keep experimenting, I needed more test subjects.

I smiled. I had a feeling finding other volunteers wouldn't be too hard.

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