This choice: How tough could some tests and games be? You're in. • Go Back... You sigh. Michelle had planned this out well and wasn't really leaving you much of an option.
"Ok, I'm in. What's my next test?" you ask, hoping to hide the dejection in your voice.
Michelle smiles at your response. "That's cute, like you think you have a choice here?" she smirks. "For now I just need to take some measurements, so you just lie flat and as still as possible," she commanded.
You feel aggravated by her dismissive response, but try to push those thoughts away. You need to stay on this woman's good side. You laid as still as possible with the gorgeous scientist looming above you. She held your wrist lightly, looking for your pulse. As you were too small to measure it by hand, she fetched some tools to amplify her ability to test your blood pressure. She had a small satisfied smile when she returned to see you had not moved a muscle in her brief absence. You sensed that may have scored you a point or two. Points you would desperately need.
She took your pulse and announced that your blood pressure and pulse readings were in line with what she had expected after shrinking, slightly elevated due to nerves but close enough to a normal reading.
"Now let's add some variables," she said with a smile. You swallowed hard, unsure as to what she meant. She made her intentions very clear very quickly, as she pulled her halter top off and removed her bra with ease, letting her enormous breasts hang in the air above you.
She slowly lowered her body towards your own and it felt as if her breasts were somehow growing in size. You felt your breathing quicken as your excitement built rapidly. She stopped just as her smooth skin made contact with your nude body. Resting in place briefly with a large smile on her face, she took your pulse and blood pressure a second time, her smile growing broader as the numbers backed up the physical evidence you were presenting to her.
Michelle stood to her full height and you moved to sit up, but she put a quick stop to that by planting her fingers on your chest. Once you had returned to your position, her touch became much lighter and more gentle, but she didn't remain still. Her fingers slowly massaged your chest and worked their way down your body toward your clearly visible erection. She stopped with the tips of her fingers meeting the tip of your penis. She mindlessly moved your erection back and forth as she took a third set of readings.
With a satisfied sigh, Michelle allowed you to move. "See Tony?" she asked flirtatiously, "In college, tests can be fun!" she laughed.
You were begging for a release, but that was the least of Michelle's concerns. She had another test already lined up. Your jaw dropped as she peeled off her skin tight leggings and revealed her thick, strong calves and thighs. Her lower body was (barely) covered by just a thin thong. From the first hand knowledge you had of the size of her ass, you knew there was little chance the thong was visible at all from behind.
She lifted you in a light fist. "Now, we know from your cushion time that you can survive without breathing if your lungs are crushed. But I want to see how you do in small, cramped, tight spaces without much oxygen available. And I do hope that the result is that you squirm. A lot," she says, with a wild hunger in her dark eyes.
You don't like the direction this particular test is going. "And...um...how will you be testing that?" you ask nervously.
Michelle's smile grows broader. "By pushing you into my____" indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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