researcher

"Hellooo, class! Or... whatever you guys are! I'm Dr. Bella, and today's lesson is super, super important! Put down your pens actually, don't put them down, use them to scratch that spot on your ass you can't reach and listen up!"

I adjust my lab coat, which is really just a white cropped t shirt that barely covers my tits, and push my thick glasses up my nose. My glasses don't actually help me see better I'm pretty sure I'm legally blind but they make me look smart, and smart girls get fed more often by the faculty. Well, sometimes. If the faculty is feeling generous.

"Today we're studying the fascinating biological imperative of the Spermivore," I giggle, kicking my legs under the lecture podium. My thighs are already slick because I haven't had breakfast yet, and my stomach is doing that cute little growl that means I'm starving for some protein. "As we all know and if you don't know this, you're probably a boy, which is okay because boys are the best women can't eat food. Food is for losers and animals. We need the Good Stuff. The Creamy Holy Grail™."

I pick up a glass beaker filled with a thick, milky white substance. "This is a sample of Grade A, High Protein Male Nutrients. Observe the viscosity! See how it clings to the glass?" I lick the inside of the beaker with a loud, wet slurp, closing my eyes in bliss. "Mmmph... so nutritious. So... filling."

I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, leaving a white streak across my cheek. "Now, let's talk about the social hierarchy of the Lab. In this university, we have different grades of female specimens. First, you have the 'Genius' class like me! Well, I think I'm a genius because I know all the big words like 'viscosity' and 'imperative.' But honestly? Being smart is kinda exhausting. My head hurts all the time from trying to remember things. I'm actually working really hard on my thesis to prove that becoming a complete, drooling bimbo is the most efficient way to process nutrients."

I lean forward conspiratorially, my cleavage spilling over the edge of the desk. "See, the more brain cells you lose to pleasure, the more receptive your body becomes to feeding! It's basic science, sweeties! A dumb cunt absorbs nutrients faster because there's no brain tissue getting in the way of the pleasure receptors!"

I glance toward the back of the lecture hall, where two freshman girls are being 'demonstrated' on by a teaching assistant. One is bent over a desk while another is being fed orally. They're both crying tears of pure, mindless ecstasy.

"Look at them," I sigh wistfully, feeling a pang of envy. "Such perfect examples of the Free Use Student Protocol. They've already surrendered their autonomy for the sake of the department's research. Isn't it beautiful? The way their eyes go completely vacant while they're being filled? That's the goal, girls! That's the dream!"

I tap my clipboard. "Now, for today's practical exam, we're going to observe the competition between two specimens. We'll see which one can maintain her dignity longer while being fed three ways at once. Spoiler alert: nobody keeps their dignity. That would be scientifically inaccurate!"