Bad Scientists- Part 2

It's time for another demonstration at the lab where these  ̶m̶a̶d̶, I mean bad, scientists are back at it again. VIP members, check out the Discord for a delayed peek at my rendition of what the test subject goes through in this edition...

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I was back beside Marco again on the third floor, but this time, we weren’t the only scientists in the demonstration room- it was packed with people from every department. The engineering team, the lab team, and the anatomical division were all here to see Rhonda’s newest development. As she got out of her chair and headed into the center of the room, we all were captivated into silence.

“Good afternoon everyone, thank you so much for pausing your days to come see this.” We all smiled as if we’d ever pass up something like this. “Unlike some of the other demos that you see on this floor, I know that my team isn’t near completion, so there may be some kinks that we need to work out. So, if something seems off, don’t worry- we’re expecting it.”

Turning around, she gave a thumbs up to the technician inside the room behind her, and he walked over to his door and opened it. Ushered inside was a man in maybe his early forties, and he looked like he’d just gotten out of a rugby game even if he was wearing slacks and a button-down shirt.

“This is Vincenzo, and he was chosen today as a challenge. He’s a bigger man than most of our test subjects, so we’re really testing the limits of what we can do.”

He stood there unaware of how many people were watching him- or maybe he just didn’t care. We never were at a lack for volunteers because the pay rate was way higher than any other medical survey at any university. A small cap was placed on his head, and he leaned up to let the shorter technician buckle it under his chin. Raising a hand to silence us, Rhonda spoke into the microphone.

“Vincenzo, are you ready to begin?”

“Yes ma’am.” His deep accent seemed to melt me even further into the comfortable armchair, and that smile of his finished me off.

“Then let’s begin.”

With a whir, the lights on the cap blazed on, and the test subject seemed to stutter off balance before finding his footing again. The muscles in his face relaxed, and his shoulders lowered. We watched as his hands uncurled from fists until his thick fingers hung slack against his thighs.

“Vincenzo, why don’t you get comfortable for us? Take off your shirt.”

The fingers in his right hand moved to curl into a fist once more, but they seemed to hover in mid-air before his arms finally moved into action. Lifting his hands to his collar, he slowly and a little unsteadily began to unbutton his shirt. At one point, he reached up to loop one button back in place, but after a pause, he kept revealing that hairy, tanned chest. His olive complexion perfectly matched the salmon shirt he was wearing, but it looked even better once the shirt was on the floor.

“Now the pants.”

We could hear the anticipation in Rhonda’s voice as we all waited for a tense thirty seconds while Vincenzo remained almost stationary. He wasn’t moving any extremities, but he seemed to vibrate, fighting against his own mind. Pressing mute on her headset, Rhonda turned around to face us.

“We expected this might happen. The cap stimulates certain neurons in the brain to take over muscle control, but the user is completely aware. He realizes that he’s taken off his shirt, but he’s not really sure why.”

“Wait, Rhonda!”

Someone had spoken up to alert her to turn around- Vincenzo was finally in motion. His hands were pulling at the clasp on his slacks, but the hooks weren’t cooperating with his hands. We wondered if he’d even be able to strip himself, but he overcame the odds again. Rhonda had lowered our expectations with her initial disclaimer, but we were still looking at the man before us wearing nothing but a short pair of trunks now.

“Vincenzo, would you like to be naked in front of all of us?”

The question instead of a command seemed to make some sort of difference because he was able to vigorously shake his head as a blush warmed his cheeks. He didn’t move his arms at all, but I could tell that he was aching to cover himself even though too much surface area was exposed.

“You should take off your underwear anyway.”

His hands immediately shot to his waistband which surprised me a bit as he exposed the mass of pubic hair that had been hiding behind that thin bit of fabric. The base of his cock appeared for the briefest of moments before he sank to the floor, pulling at the cap with sudden cognizance. Ripping off the strap, he pulled it off before tossing it over to the technician.

“Fuck, you guys are doing some freaky shit in here.” He was rubbing his bulge now, and I wondered if some adverse side effect was being presented, but he just mumbled how sore his cock was. He kept looking at the window as if he was trying to figure out if he was being watched, so he didn’t seem shocked when Rhonda spoke again.

“Vincenzo, thank you so much. You may get dressed again.”

Luckily in charge of his limbs once again, he quickly grabbed his clothes and ran for the door.