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She questioned again if answering the ad for a medical study had been a good plan.  The clean, modern building had felt so comfortable when she walked in, and becoming a paid test subject was appealing during a rough patch at home.  

But as the doctor’s gloved fingers continued their firm, professional pressure, she couldn’t help thinking about the look in his eyes as he locked the stirrups in place and fastened the straps.  Had it been sympathy?  Something else?

“The buckles are strictly so we won’t have to worry about dislodging the sensors,” he’d reassured her, and she nodded absently as she stared up at the ceiling.  She tried not to think too much about the process, the exposure, the touch of his hand… 

A cool streak of wetness on her inner thigh startled her from her reverie, leaving her relieved she couldn’t see the doctor’s expression past the bright light.  “It’s normal,” he mentioned casually, “to experience some lubrication under the circumstances.”  She bit her lip slightly, trying not to blush.

As he finished the manual probe and lifted his hand away, he reached for a tiny bundle from the bulky case beside him.  The wrapping made a soft crinkling sound as he held the device on his fingertip.  “You may feel a slight prickling or pressure-like sensation as this settles into place.  Any pain should be temporary.  Once we’re done, the study will receive readings from your system to help us ensure you’re safe.  Do you have any questions before we proceed?”

She took three or four deep breaths.  She thought about the steady paycheck, the benefits of participating, the chance to contribute to an important study.  “No, I’m ready, thank you.”

“Good, then.”  With a quick and practiced turn of the wrist, his gloved fingers abruptly squeezed the device inside her.  She gasped as sudden heat radiated through her abdomen, then settled to a gradual, steady throb between her legs.  As she exhaled softly, the doctor glanced over.  

“Welcome to the study, test subject #7.”

Beside the exam table, the computer whirred to life and a panel of green lights appeared.  While the doctor made notes on the clipboard beside it, he added kindly, “The clinic does recommend you settle anything urgent in your personal life before the full effect kicks in.  Some people have difficulty concentrating during the early stages of the implant.”

She wondered if it was because they kept thinking about the examination.  It was so awkward.  Why would all those restraints seem necessary?  But she felt more than ever that it had been the right choice to volunteer.  The procedure hadn’t really hurt; in fact, she felt more relaxed that she had in ages.  The throbbing in her nether regions continued to feel warm, perhaps even …pleasant …and she found herself looking forward to the new income stream.

She floated gently back to reality as the nurse unstrapped her ankles and offered her a moist towelette.  “Go ahead and clean yourself up, and we’ll see you next week,” he encouraged her, and she found herself smiling happily in response.  

She felt so refreshed.  Now that she could see the case of nerves had just been in her head, her worrying felt silly.  In six days she’d be back, with a fully adapted implant.  They’d check up on her, and make sure everything was fine.  She knew the consent form had warned that the next phase could be more intense, but the “pain” today had been almost nonexistent, so she had no reason to be concerned about "ongoing gentle stimulation,” as the brochure described it. 

Piece of cake, she thought.

It was, in fact, her last coherent thought for quite some time.

When the outreach team found her dreamily humping a chair two days later, a trail of sticky objects littering the floor behind her and the implant functioning with impressive strength, they had to wrestle her back to the exam room.

She began to struggle as the nurse lifted her feet into the stirrups.  The doctor murmured, “Everything’s going to be fine, test subject #7,” as he tightened each set of straps.  “You may need to stay here with us for a few days, but everything will be fine.”  While one hand massaged her dripping sex, easing her back to a state of calm, he jotted notes on the clipboard with the other. 

“Subject exhibits standard response to implant,” the new entry read. “To prevent injury, minimum 8-week observation period is required.  If rejection does not occur after 8 weeks, test subject 7 may be transferred for personal reconditioning.  Initial results appear quite promising.”