"...readings don't match the ranking whatsoever."
As I came to, the halogen lights above me seared into the back of my head like a series of white hot needles through my eyes. As I raise my hand to block the pain, I felt someone grabbing my hand.
"Desmond! Thank goodness!"
Slowly opening my eyes, I looked into Desi's concerned face. Her eyes were red, as if she had been crying. That's when I remembered where I was, quickly looking around to find myself surrounded by doctors, soldiers and, sitting off in the corner without a single ounce of care, my mother flipping through some pages. The terror I felt was immediate, screaming as I threw myself onto the floor and scuttled into a corner. Toppling medical equipment and launching nearby items into the air in my wake.
"GET AWAY FROM ME!"
Jumping over the bed, my sister put herself between the encroaching staff and myself as I curled into a tremoring ball.
"We have to ensure he isn't a danger to anyone," one of the soldiers, a solid looking Hispanic woman, demanded. "Especially to himself! So you're going to have to move, Ms. Nowell!"
But Desi stood her ground. As I looked up towards her from behind, she looked so tall, so strong. It wasn't like earlier before. I felt like she truly cared for me, instead of the intense doubt I had come to believe in.
"I won't let you! Can't you see how SCARED he is? Charging at him will only make him worse!"
The sound of something hitting the floor caused me to jump and make a pitiful sound, immediately curling back up to avoid the wrath I knew was coming.
"Get away from your fucking worthless brother," mom shouted. "And let them do their damn jobs!"
"We are NOT in the household," Desiree fired back. "So pulling this rank and file bullshit is NOT going to fly here, Laura!"
Mom immediately got in Desiree's face, her lips in a snarl as her eyes seemed to go red.
"WATCH YOUR DAMN LANGUAGE, DESTINY!"
But my siste stared her directly in the eyes, not giving her an inch.
"MY NAME IS DESIREE, YOU FUCKING MALCONTENTED ABUSER!"
Mom's hands went for Desiree, but the staff immediately interceded. Falling upon the pair and pulling them apart.
"Code Violet," one of the doctors called out. "Transplants are fighting! We need heavies in here!"
The sound of an alarm followed by the flash of a light purple light added to the chaos of the room as everyone struggled to contain the madness that was unleashed over my safety. More people poured into the room, women who were unmistakably not small by any margins. Their powerful bodies seeming to glide through the horde, making an easy path towards my family as four women grabbed my mother by her limbs with green gloves. Dragging her out of the room writhing and screaming at my sister's insolance while another four grabbed Desiree, who chose to remain calm as they carried her out of the room, as well. I don't know if it was fear or something else that made me follow her, but I bolted out the door in pursuit.
"DESIREE!"
As I rounded into the long hallway, I got a good look at the women who had Desiree in their clutches in the distance. Every single woman was TALL. Clearly at the six foot mark and bulky. All looking like long time powerlifters with incredibly solid physiques, coupled with figures that stood completely opposite of a life spent in the gym. Their green scrubs straining to not only contain their muscles, but also their mindbogglingly huge assets. An extreme countenance of the duality of what a woman's body can be. Part hulk, part porn parody as they calmly moved with a grace and speed towards an open elevator that defied both aspects of their looks.
"PLEASE STOP!"
As I ran down the hallway, I noticed a woman in blue scrubs and orange gloves waiting for them in the elevator as they walked in. She quickly pressed a button as soon as she saw me coming. I ran as fast as I could, tears streaming down my face as the doors began to close.
"STOP!"
But I was just a second too late, slamming into the industrial elevator doors with my shoulder at full speed. I crumpled to the floor, bawling my eyes out at not just my sister being dragged away, but the burning in my legs and the feeling of something being not right in my shoulder after the collision with what had to be military grade metal plating. As I went fetal, staff soon descended upon me. I could feel myself being turned this way and that, could hear them asking me a litany of questions. But I just... couldn't. I was so overwhelmed, I couldn't speak. I could only cry from the sheer amount of confusion that I was in.
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By the time they were finished with scans and tests, it was almost five o'clock. There were so many things they wanted to test for, bloodwork, urine, bone marrow, nervous system, you name it. I didn't care, by that point. They said I couldn't eat until everything was done, but I was so completely numb, I just went with whatever they wanted despite how scared I truly was. What the hell was I gonna do, escape the place? We were under a fucking MOUNTAIN and surrounded by armed guards.
So I let them do their tests. Even some I had no clue were a thing like genome testing and whatnot. When I asked why they wanted to test my genomes, I was told it was to update my family's medical history "in case of any abnormalities in the future". I thought it was really odd, but I kept my mouth closed. There was no use fighting. I didn't know what they were going to do to me, or if they had done something to Desiree. Mom can go to Hell, in my opinion. After everything she's done to me, she deserves to be dragged off. I only cared about Desi. My sister doesn't deserve this shit.
When the last bit of work was done, I was forced to wait in one of the rooms. By this time, I had painkillers in me, dealing with the last dregs of anesthetics and utter exhaustion. But soon enough, a doctor and nurse both walked into the room. Like everything else, they were women. But surprisingly, the nurse came in with some food and some tea. Looking at it, I noticed that like at home, it was a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. They must have seen me just looking at it, which piqued their curiosity.
"Is something the matter?" the nurse, a pretty black woman, asked me.
"This is one of the only things I've been able to eat for a while," I said, croaking with fatigue. "I'm just... thank you, but I wish I could eat something else."
"Your chart says you have issues with anything with animal products," the doctor, an older woman wearing blue gloves, said. "That you apparently have some noted allergies you developed recently?"
"Is that what it says?" I asked, choosing to sip on my tea instead of eating. Tasting it, I found it was just good old black tea. No sugar, but I could make do without that. My throat ached like my fractured shoulder as the warm drink went down, but it was a soothing ache, like the pain you feel when something relaxes after being unconsciously tense for a long time. The doctor looked at state I was in, and I could tell her heart felt for me. The first bit of normalcy I felt in weeks.
"When you were signed up for this experiment, your forms noted the dietary restrictions. Are you saying you're able to handle meats, dairy and other products?"
I just nodded my head, almost passing out when I closed my eyes for a second.
"I can show you, if you'd let me, Doctor... uh, Doctor...?"
"Oh," she said, holding out her hand. "Forgive me. I'm Dr. Lawler. I'm the one overseeing your family during the year."
Holding out her hand, I took a look at it, a bit wary. But knowing it was best to just go with things, I shook it out of courtesy. I have to admit, despite her size, she had a really strong grip. As she pulled it away afterward, I could have sworn it looked like her gloves might be defective. Because it kind of looked like the color leeched onto her writst a bit. All that money and the government still gets faulty equipment. Probably just an unlucky draw on her part.
"Anyway," I said, gesturing towards the nurse. "I can show you I'm not allergic, if you want? I haven't eaten in, like, a day and a half."
"If that's what you wish," she said, reaching for her pocket. "I can have Emma run down and-"
"Save your money," I said, slipping my wallet from my pocket and handing the nurse a five dollar bill. "If you want, please get something for yourself, too. I probably haven't made things easy for you."
The nurse gave me an appreciative smile while taking the money with her orange gloved hand and quickly walking out the door.
"I have to say," Dr. Lawler said, flipping through my chart. "Compared to the emotional outbursts earlier, you seem in a much better state of mind."
I sighed deeply before taking another sip of my tea.
"I didn't come here in the best state," I said, my voice cracking. "Things have been... not good since the lockdown order."
I watched the older doc pull out a pen and grab a slip of paper from nearby.
"How so?" she asked. The look in her eyes, showing actual concern, just triggered something in me. And the floodgates opened. So I told her everything I could remember. The pain, the starvation, the abuse, mom hitting Desiree. I even brought up how my memory's been so fuzzy lately, including actual moments of days I completely lost. I laid everything out, my entire history with my mom growing up and everything I did to protect Desiree. And the entire time, Dr. Lawler nodded her head and took notes, grabbing pieces of paper as needed. By the time I was done, there was a veritable stack in her gloved hands.
"I have to say," she said, looking amazed at everything I told to her. "This is something we didn't take into account. Thank you for being honest with us, Mr. Nowell. I think we have plenty to work with in terms of your evaluation."
My eyes were drawn to the door as the pretty nurse walked back in, and in her hands was some jerky. I don't know if it was the fact I was finally able to eat, or the fact that someone other than Desiree seemed to be on my side, or even a smile from a pretty lady that made me cry with happiness, but that's what I did. I gladly took the stick from her, tearing into it with a zeal only those who are starving know. It was so salty and greasy, but I didn't care how bad it was for me. All I knew was I was allowed to enjoy something again.
"Do you have an update on the others in the Nowell household?" Doctor Lawler asked the nurse.
"Treatments have finished for the head of the household," Nurse Emma told her. "And they're doing the last of the reward treatments for the other A rank."
The doctor nodded her head as she handed her notes to the pretty black nurse as she stood from her seat.
"Excellent news," she said, smiling. "Do you know which treatments they went with?"
"The head of household chose to go with an enhancement, while the younger one went with a progression treatment."
Doctor Lawler chuckled, before looking me over.
"You'll be able to leave soon," she told me. "Unfortunately, both Laura and Destiny-"
"Desiree," I told her. "Her name's Desiree, not Destiny."
Lawler gave Emma a weird look, almost like there was something about my insistence that was not going to fly.
"...Right, Desiree. Unfortunately, because of the rewards they chose, they will have to stay within the facility for observation. So for the next couple of days, you will be on your own. But I have requested transit for you, as well as submitted revisions so that you may be able to access proper nutritional supplies from this point on."
"Does this mean I won't have to worry about my bones being on fire?" I asked, pensive. But I soon realized how insane I might have sounded from how both women laughed.
"You mean the security system? No, no more "bones being on fire". I've put your history as an abuse victim into your file, so that shouldn't be used against you unless absolutely warranted. You don't have to worry."
I stood up, clearly looking relieved at this news as I walked towards the door. I can actually eat again! I don't have to worry about that screeching noise lighting me up and-
"Though there is one more thing we need from you before you go."
I stopped in my tracks, hand hovering over the door handle.
"I... already went through so much today," I said. "Are you sure you need something else from me?"
"We do," Doctor Lawler said as she pulled out a large sample cup. "It'll only take a few minutes."
"I already gave you a urine sample," I told her.
"This isn't for urine," Nurse Emma replied, her words seemingly hovering in the air for a minute before it clicked.
"Oh... OH."
That wasn't for a urine sample. They wanted a sperm sample. But WHY? What purpose would a sperm sample serve that they couldn't get from all the other tests they did today?
"You don't really NEED a sperm sample, do you?"
Doctor Lawler put her hand on my shoulder, looking me in the eye. I never realized how tall she was, being at perfect eye level with me. And she had a surprisingly strong grip, too. I could feel her fingers digging into my right shoulder.
"We need a full record," she said. "It'll only take you a few minutes, okay?"
As I looked into her eyes, I could sense that she wanted to take care of me, to have a complete record so I'd get the best care possible. I'll admit, I was weirded out by it. But if it meant I could get home and feel safe for the first time in weeks, then I'd do it to make her happy.
"Okay," I said, grabbing the cup. Doctor Lawler gave me a smile and a gentle pat.
"Excellent," she said, cheerfully. "After your done, Emma will take your sample and another nurse will lead you to your transport."
Without another word, the doctor quickly left the room, leaving the door open for us.
"If you'll follow me," Emma told me, sauntering out of the room. As I trailed behind her, I couldn't help but look her over. The way she walked, the electric smile she had. Everything about her screamed "thick", but a SOLID thick. It was clear she worked out regularly, from the way her legs and ass looked in her scrub pants. And the way her arms were toned, but not to the point of thinness. She took really good care of herself, and it showed. I couldn't help but start getting hard as I watched her. Her back seemed especially cared for, a nice taper that I swore made her curves seem that much nicer. But before I knew it, she stopped in front of one of the bathrooms, pulling me out of my stupor.
"Please put the sample inside this little cabinet when you're finished," she said. And with one more electric smile, she quickly walked away before I could say anything. As I looked at the cup, I started to wonder how the hell I was going to use this. My shoulder was messed up, I was exhausted, worn down from stress and just wanted to go home after a long battery of painful and somewhat humiliating tests. Now I had to jack off until I could put a load in this thing? I took a look around, noticing some of the nursing staff watching me, making me feel even more awkward and nervous than before. So hitting the handle with the arm that wasn't in a sling, I scurried inside the bathroom before I got more of an audience and locked the door.
As I turned on the lights, the buzzing of the halogens was really strong. I could practically feel it in the back of my head, wincing at the pitch. It was the right frequency to make my head go a little fuzzy after everything that happened today. But soon, another sensation overtook me. One familiar and overwhelming, that had me in its grip since I was a teenager like it does to most men. I don't know why, but I suddenly wanted, no, NEEDED relief. The thought of the rush of endorphins you get after getting off came to mind. So, twisting the cap and putting the cup on the counter, I pulled down my pants, sat down on the john and closed my eyes.
It had been over a week since I had gotten myself off, and now that I had some privacy, I was finally able to just enjoy some "me time".
But there was one problem: nothing was coming to mind. Like, AT ALL. All I saw was darkness, and all I heard was that damn humming. But my dick was screaming for my attention. So, without prompt, I started stroking as I tried to bring something to mind. Nurse Emma, Doctor Lawler, some of my favorite porn stars. Nothing was working. All I was doing was lazily stroking myself as I failed to bring up a fantasy, ANY fantasy so that would normally work. And in my frustration, I swore I could hear the whine of the lights overhead getting louder and brighter. Energy crackling through the air as forms manifested from the light.
Bright and vibrant, they seemed to fight for space as they approached. Oranges and blues, greens and reds and purples. Slowly taking shape as they floated in the crackling ether, looming as they hovered in the maelstrom. Every figure, every heavenly form making me feel smaller, weaker, frailer. In shame, I looked away. But my downturned eyes grew wide as I saw my cock, larger and more intimidating than I thought it ever was, attached to a body that was slighter, slimmer than I had every been. Not less manly than I was used to, but definitely not as strong as I once was. It was then I felt a burst of static energy as a massive red form, roiling and angry before my eyes, pushed me backwards. Leaving me floating in the crackling field as it drifted above me.
I could feel its eyes on me, full of disgust and pity as it slowly drifted downward. Its legs spread open as it came closer and closer, ready to mount me, take me for its own and use me. My dick aimed upward, yearning to be embraced as if it had its own whims and wishes. To link with this being and give into its commands. But a blur of white collided with the red figure, sending it into the distance as a white one wrapped itself around me. I could feel myself being pulled into it as it embraced me, sinking my full length between its legs as it began to ride me. I could feel its love for me growing as its form shuddered and grew, surging with each thrust I gave it. The tingles across my body felt like a thousand sparks, suffusing my body to its core as the white figure seemed to grow larger and more powerful.
The field flashed brighter and brighter, forcing away each other figure in concussive waves. Each blast getting stronger and more violent as the white figure rolled its body as we fucked. Passions growing as my need to cum became more urgent. My eyes stared into its featureless face as each flash of light that it gave off seemed to be change color, as its form began to change color. Growing deeper and vibrant as it grew larger, suffusing its body with a pastel, then deeper hues of purple as it reared its head back and released a resonant roar in a powerful series of tones. And as it reached a deep and almost royal color, the sheer awe and might and majesty the now purple figure exuded pushed me beyond my limits, causing me to cascade into my own orgasm as an explosion of light overwhelmed my senses. Plunging me into darkness once more.
When I opened my eyes, I found myself holding the sample cup, having overflowed with my semen. I was breathing harder than I had in years though whether from exhaustion or the fact that was the hardest I had ever came, I don't know. I honestly can't tell you how much is average, but I was definitely backed up. So I gently put the cap back on, gingerly washed my hands, put the sample in the cabinet and walked out of the bathroom where a military transport was waiting to take me home. And without another thought, left the facility I knew I'd be having to come back to in the near future. My worries for my sister eating away at me with every inch I moved away from here.