Her Science Project by Number 10   He woke up that day feeling rather tired

Her Science Project by Number 10   He woke up that day feeling rather tired

Her Science Project

by Number 10

He woke up that day feeling rather tired, and wondering where he was. The wire

bars of the cages looked familiar, but not the surroundings. Then he remembered:

It was science project assignment day. He was going to be assigned to a 15-year

old high school student for study.

His blood grew cold as he wondered who it would be. And why a high school?

Wouldn't a science lab with grown professionals be better suited to this job?

When his eyes focused, he looked around. There were the other experiment

subjects, all male, in the same type of cages, and in the same generic uniform.

He thought back to the beginning of this nightmare, not so long ago...

He was down and out. Lost his job, home and car, in that order. Desperate for

money, he agreed to be a test subject at a nearby medical laboratory. Signed a

lot of legal papers, but didn't read them. Who cared about fine print? He just

wanted the money, and quick.

At first, things seemed to go normally, with routine tests similar to a physical

exam. Then came the injections. He was confined to bed for these, and

immediately went into a stupor. The nurses who gave the injections seemed to be

getting larger, and the bed smaller. Then he was transferred to a smaller bed,

and finally to a cage. The same cage he was inside of today.

None of the giant nurses would answer his questions, or even talk to him.

Talking to the other subjects was forbidden. So he sat in solitude, waiting for

the next step. Waiting for today.

He now found himself in a high school classroom. At first there were no giants

to be seen, but then, a young woman entered the room. The teacher, he thought.

She was an attractive brunette, with her long hair fashioned into a braid going

down her back. She smiled as she bent down to look though the wire bars, just

two inches from the cage. Her eyes were very large and friendly.

He was immediately excited. "Please take me home, let me out, please!" If he had

to be this small, he wanted to be in this lovely woman's possession. But her

smile disappeared, replaced by a sad and sympathetic look. It was not to be.

A bell rang. A thundering herd of giant students entered the room. They seemed

to be mostly female, and of all types, fat, thin, plain, pretty. One in the

front row had a curiously flat, dull expression. I hope it's not her, he

thought.

The teacher got everyone's attention. "As you know, today we are starting a new

science project for the semester. It will be like last semesters' in many

respects. But this time we decided to use a fresh batch of test subjects."

A fresh batch? They've done this before? Unbelievable, he thought.

The teacher went on. "This time, I expect you to be more responsible with your

subjects. We had a few accidents last time, and we can't afford to lose any more

subjects that way. So please take care of them."

These words left him numb with horror. Accidents? His mind turned over the

possibilities. Why are they doing this again? Madness!

Patrice

The assignments began. The teacher assigned each subject/cage to a pair of

students, who then decided which of them would take the tiny test subject home.

Unfortunately, he was assigned to the girl with the flat expression. Damn! It

wasn't that she was ugly, she wasn't. But her face was completely

expressionless, like an android. No emotion at all. This scared him. Her name

was Patrice.

It turned out that Patrice's science class partner was home sick that day, so he

wound up going to Patrice's house that afternoon. She walked in the front door,

carrying her cage. "Mom, I'm home!" she yelled, and then whisked him upstairs.

He would meet Mom later. Patrice carelessly dropped the cage on the desk in her

bedroom. For the first time, she really looked at her captor.

"What are you going to do?" he asked the giant face.

She looked slightly annoyed. "Study you, of course. That's why you're here."

"B-But what about the last...er..subject? What happened to..."

Patrice cut him off with a harsh look, and said, slowly and quietly, "That's

none of you're business. You better stop asking questions before I get mad." She

continued to glare at him for a moment, then stood up and walked from the room.

Shit, that was close, he thought, and decided to keep mum for awhile.

She was gone for a long time. Based on the delicious smells coming from

downstairs, he guessed she was having her dinner. What about him - he was

starving! A short time later Patrice did reappear, with some crumbs of food for

him.

It wasn't enough. He asked for more, but Patrice only said, "Sorry, it's against

the rules." She went to refill his water bottle and settled down to regard him

once more.

After a moment of thought, she spoke. "I guess I'll have to call you something.

You're just a lab rat, you know, and lab rats don't have names." A tag on the

upper corner of the cage caught her eye. "Let's see, subject number 18. That's

it. From now on you will answer to Eighteen."

He didn't like the sound of that. He used to have a name. But what was it? The

injections must have erased a chunk of his memory. Oh, well. Better to be called

a number than to be called nothing.

"Okay, Eighteen, this is what you will do. Leave your cage, walk straight to the

edge of the desk, take a few paces back, walk in a wide circle, then stand in

center of the desk, at attention, facing me." She took out a notebook and

flipped the latch to his cage door.

Where's the science in this, thought Eighteen. He did as he was told as she took

notes with a pencil. When he was finished and standing at attention, she was

still writing and did not look at him for several minutes. With a sigh, Patrice

closed her notebook and said, "Back in the cage."

He went back in, and was locked in by her giant hand. Puzzled, he watched her

leave the room. She did not return for what seemed like 2-3 hours. Then she came

in, got undressed, and put on her nightclothes.

It was all so matter of fact, as if he were a goldfish. Eighteen got a small

glimpse of her body, but it reminded him of her face, flat and unremarkable. He

wouldn't bother to look again. She turned out the lights and went to bed.

Lydia

Eighteen had a rough night's sleep. When Patrice woke, she showed no signs of

friendliness towards him at all. When he asked for breakfast, she said, "Sorry,

only one meal per day." He was starting to not believe her so-called "rules."

She got ready for school and went downstairs. A short time later he could hear

the front door open and close as Patrice left for school. She didn't even say

good-bye, thought Eighteen.

Eighteen lay in his cage and wondered how he would spend his day. He didn't have

to wonder long.

He began to hear loud noises downstairs. Then they grew louder, a sound like

giant feet pounding the floor. Someone was coming up the steps! Was it Mom? An

instant later, heavy footfalls made the floor and furniture tremble, as a

colossal Giantess barged into the room.

Eighteen was stunned at the sight of her. She was a huge woman, somewhat

overweight, and almost completely nude. Her dirty-blond hair was unkempt and her

face puffy, as if she had just rolled out of bed. She had large, saggy breasts

and a round stomach. Her huge thighs were made to look small in comparison to

her titanic ass, barely covered by an old pair of panties.

She seemed to be looking for something. "Now where in hell does Patrice

keep...." She came to a dead stop when she noticed the cage.

Eighteen knew it was inevitable. The cage was still on Patrice's desk, in plain

sight. He felt numb with fear as he waited for discovery.

"WELL, what's THIS!" she shouted, a large sickening smile coming to her face.

She crouched down for a better look at the little man. Lydia didn't waste any

time. She quickly undid the latch, opened the door, and squeezed her massive

hand into the cage. Eighteen backed up in disbelief as the rough hand grabbed

him and pulled him out. Lydia brought the little man closer to her fleshy face

and the smile grew wider.

"A new man-toy for Lydia to play with! Why didn't Patrice tell me? Well, no

matter. We're gonna get to know each other real well, starting now!"

She held Eighteen a bit lower, while the other hand pulled out the waistband of

her panties. When Eighteen was in the correct position, Lydia let go, dropping

him into the crevice between the panty material and her fat mound of pubic hair.

When he stopped sliding, his face was jammed against her hairy mound. She pulled

the panties tight to prevent his escape.

For 30 long seconds she held him this way. He became aware of her smell, a

combination of stale urine and sweat. The smell would only get worse if were to

slip further. He silently wished this ordeal would end soon.

Finally, she pulled open the panties, took out her new toy, and got a good look.

"God you're incredible. I could just eat you up." She brought Eighteen closer to

her gaping mouth. "Yummy little man," she breathed. She hadn't brushed her teeth

yet.

Of course, she wouldn't eat her new toy, so instead she held him against her

huge stomach. "First thing we do is take a shower," she said. Together? he

thought.

Yes, together. Lydia's shower stall was rather narrow, so Eighteen stood on the

shower floor with an amazing upward view of the giantess. He had a moment of

concern when Lydia squatted down to soap between her legs, her massive ass

cheeks hovering right above his head. If she slips, he thought, I'm dead.

Eighteen soaped himself with whatever suds fell off the giantess, and tried to

rinse off. When the shower was over, Lydia toweled him off. Although he felt

clean and refreshed, he wondered what Lydia had in store for him.

The heavy giantess strode into the living room, hair still wet, still naked, and

plopped her weight onto the couch, still holding Eighteen. She held the little

man to her face and said, "You can call me Lydia. Since you are living under my

roof, I have only one rule: You will do everything I say..."

Eighteen soon found out what she meant. She started off with Pussy Games,

progressed to Ass Games, and eventually came to Foot Games, to use Lydia's

words. They never left the couch, except to eat or use the toilet (he

accompanied her everywhere). She remained bare-skinned all day, keeping an old

bathrobe around, just in case.

When she got tired, she would doze in front of the television, with Eighteen

between her breasts. His survival instincts told him not to move. She could wake

up at any time, expecting to begin the Games again. If he were not where she

left him, there would be trouble.

Just as Eighteen began to feel real exhaustion, Lydia woke with a start. She

spied the clock, and hurried to clean up her toy before her daughter came home.

She gave him a long, wet kiss before popping him back in his cage. "See you

tomorrow, lover!" she said. Then he watched he tremendous ass and legs thunder

from the room.

Darlene

Although Eighteen did manage to rest for a short time, it wasn't long until

Patrice came home and walked into the bedroom. She was followed by another girl,

around the same age, but very different from Patrice. "Darlene, this is our new

science project. I call him Eighteen." Darlene was a skinny girl with a coltish

body and a horsy kind of face. She had warm brown eyes, flared nostrils, and

metal braces covering her overbite.

Eighteen liked her right away. After the cold Patrice and horny Lydia, he

desperately needed some warmth. His brain began working. How do I get her to

take me away from this place? It was a long shot, be he had to be prepared.

"Okay, Eighteen, come on out." As he repeated the exercises of the night before,

he looked up for a moment at Darlene. She gave him a smile full of metal. He

smiled back. That's when he felt the blow.

Patrice had seen the exchange between these two and instantly knocked Eighteen

over with her index finger. He fell down hard on the wooden desk. As he fought

to catch his breath, he heard the quiet, dangerous voice of Patrice. "Get up and

walk, with eyes front, Eighteen." He did so.

While both girls were writing in their notebooks, Darlene paused to clear her

throat. "You know, Patrice, maybe I could take him off your hands this weekend.

He could stay in my room. It might be fun!"

"What do you mean?'" said Patrice, with suspicion.

"Well, you know I don't have a boyfriend. But I will someday. I thought that

maybe I could practice, you know...kissing."

Eighteen's heart leaped at these words. It would be a miracle. He would gladly

become a kissing partner to this giant girl, if it would get him away from these

two psychopaths.

But Patrice nixed the idea. "Darlene, you are not taking him to your house, and

you are certainly not going to kiss him. Ugh. You don't kiss a lab rat."

Darlene protested, but Patrice was adamant. Eighteen would stay in this house,

for who knows how long. His hopes lay dashed, for now.

Maureen

Next morning, the routine would begin again. Patrice would leave for school, and

minutes later the Giantess Lydia would descend on him. The Games began to take

on a more disturbing side, becoming more intense, with more variations. All the

time Eighteen wondered about the other little man who once lived here. Was he

one of the accidents? Was he dead?

About two hours into the Games, something unusual happened. The doorbell rang.

Lydia jumped to her feet, still holding Eighteen, and quickly threw on her

bathrobe. Then she put Eighteen into her left pocket, and went to answer the

door.

Maureen was there. Another large woman, but attractive, with soft golden curls

around her face. She was one of Lydia's oldest friends. After chatting a bit,

both women sat down in the living room.

"So, Lydia," began Maureen, "what's this I hear about a new little man in your

house?"

Lydia was stunned. How did she find out? "Well, there's no use hiding him from

you, is there? Hold on." She reached into the ratty bathrobe to produce

Eighteen. She held him out for Maureen's inspection.

Maureen looked at the diminutive man and smiled. A perfect specimen, she

thought. Eighteen was also impressed with Maureen. Her round face had a glow to

it, with nice skin and features. He looked up at her with appreciation.

"I like him, Lydia. So what do you two do all day?" Lydia just smiled, but

Maureen already knew the answer. Lydia had confided to her friend her activities

with the previous little man. She had always felt that Lydia had been a factor

in that unfortunate man's death. Maureen made up her mind to save this one.

"Lydia, let me hold him." Lydia reluctantly held out Eighteen. Maureen gently

enclosed his body with her hand. Eighteen noticed how smooth and warm it was.

She held him even closer to his face, and looked into his eyes. One of her

eyelids dropped briefly, then she put him down on her lap. She softly stroked

Eighteen like a pet as she talked to her friend.

Eighteen was enjoying this gentle treatment, but a hard look from Lydia told him

not to enjoy it too much. He sat quietly in Maureen's lap, and occasionally

looked up into her pretty face. It was almost too much to hope for, but he

wanted to be kidnapped by this gentle woman. If it were only possible. But he

told himself it would never happen.

Lydia was getting restless. She wanted Eighteen back and her friend gone, so she

could resume her Games. Maureen, sensing this, got to her feet. "By the way,

Lydia, I wouldn't mind looking after your little man anytime you want to go out.

I'd like to get to know him better."

"I'm sure you would, Maureen. Well, good-bye!" Maureen stood up, took a last

look at the tiny man, winked again, and headed for the door.

Eighteen remained behind as Lydia followed her friend to the door. She winked at

me, he thought. Twice! What did it mean?

Lydia was back. "You know, she's a dear friend of mine, but you just can't have

good Games with visitors in the house." Within minutes, Eighteen was deep into

Pussy Games.

Conclusion

As Eighteen lay in his cage, waiting for Patrice, he thought about his new life.

Life with two Evil Giantesses. He would surely end up dead from the lack of care

and rough treatment. He grew unhappy thinking about it. And yet, what about

Maureen? Would he see her again?

Suddenly, he heard footsteps approaching. Not the heavy pounding of Lydia, or

the light shuffling of Patrice, but a new sound. It was almost like someone

tip-toeing upstairs and towards the bedroom.

A blonde head poked into the room. Seconds later the rest of Maureen appeared.

She was there on a personal mission. She saw Eighteen in his cage and stepped

lightly over to him.

"Lydia is sleeping. Patrice will be here soon. We have to go now!" she

whispered. She undid the latch and waited for him to come out. "You can ride in

here," she said, indicating her roomy handbag. As if he were in a dream, he

slowly climbed in. Then she closed the bag and prepared to exit the house.

In his jet-black world, Eighteen could feel himself bumping against Maureen's

massive hip. He prayed she would escape without detection. He depended on

muffled sounds to gauge her progress. Suddenly his world got still. He thought

he heard an engine starting, and felt the motion of a car.

After a few minutes, he decided to investigate. With a strong push, he was able

to open the handbag and squeeze into the bright sunshine. He was in the front

seat of a car. Maureen was driving. She watched him out of the corner of her eye

as he crossed the seat, and climbed into her considerable lap. There he lay down

in the shallow crevice between her legs, and gazed up to look at his new friend

Maureen looked down with a wry smile, her hair gently blowing in the wind.

"Easy, big guy. We hardly know each other." She paused. "Maybe we should go on a

date. How about dinner at my place?"

The End

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