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[#235] Extra Credit
🕑 Added 2019-12-24 05:06:33 +0000 UTC"So... what do I have to do, exactly?" I looked at the paperwork with a bit of a blush on my cheeks. This whole thing sounded so crazy! Some... regression formula? I didn't understand. But if I didn't do this extra credit study, I wouldn't graduate on time. I didn't really have a choice...
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"This is a passive role in the study, actually, you're going to receive the formula and after the research time has elapsed, you'll get your credit and that will be that."
Crucially, though, there seemed to have been an absence in the paperwork of anything dictating the length of time the study was going to be going for. But how long could it really be? A few days, right?
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They handed me the small vial and I looked nervously at the woman in the lab coat. Well... here goes nothing.
It tasted sort of milky. An undertone of vanilla. Not bad, though. And I didn't really feel anything.
"How long unti' it wooks?" Somewhere in the middle of my question, my words felt slurred. Like I was drunk, but my head wasn't foggy. My confusion showed on my face.
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"It's working already."
I'd been drunk before, I'd had nights out on the town in the hot muggy summers, fueled by cheap shots and wine from boys in the bars, memories that kind of blurred and ran together into single scenes with no real start and end. And this wasn't quite like that - this was more like living in the moment of the memory, the blurred and bloom-rimmed vision. I looked at the woman who'd given me the vial, and her background changed; an office, a corridor, a lab room, a bedroom. I blinked. Hours? Minutes? Days? I shook my head.
"What."
I was naked. No. Not naked. I squeezed my thighs together and poked between my legs. A scene played backward, and forward, backward again, and I knew I was wearing...
"What did you do to me?" I sounded angry, right? Right.
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"Wha' doo uu dooo meee!!" Tears filled my eyes and I started to cry. Then a fresh bottle was plopped between my lips. It was the fifth or sixth one, I remembered. And it tasted so delicious. Like vanilla milk. I sucked softly at the nipple and felt heat fill my cheeks. I was no better than a baby now. I knew I'd been living like a baby for days! And any time I started to cry, they would just give me another bottle. I wanted to fight. To say no! But nothing was coming out right anymore.
Then I felt a familiar sensation. A rumble in my tummy. An ache in my bottom. I'd tried to fight it so many times before, but I knew... it was hopeless.
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I knew what was happening to me. I knew exactly. My mind was sharp enough to deduce that, and to know that this should be over soon, or maybe that it should have ended already. But when I tried to scream at them that I'd had enough, that I'd sooner and rather fail, only babbling giggles and squeals would come out of my lips. Just a bunch of squishy nonsense - like that was coming out of my butt into the diaper. I squealed and giggled again, in disgust and anger and indignation, and then began to bounce in frustration in a way that could only look elated.
This would be over soon, right?
Right...?
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