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Having come to believe that my increased libido was related to the experiment, I headed over to the only person who could help me figure it all out.
- Keys? Belt? Phone? Other items a prisoner might use as weapons?
At the guard's request, I put all these items in a container. Signed the visitation sheet and went inside.
- Oh, Peter, it's good to see you in good health. - Dr Connors spoke as if nothing had happened, as soon as I picked up the phone.
- I'm not sure I'm quite all right.
- Yeah, why? - When Dr Connors heard me answer, he put his shoulder over the receiver and tapped on the glass.
- Cold. - and I put my hand to my forehead and started tapping my fingers.
About eight months ago, when I couldn't even walk properly, I was persuaded to go and talk to Dr Connors about what had happened. Frankly, I had no grudge against him, for I realised that he was not in command of my body when I became a Lizard. However, there was no resentment...
I had always respected Dr Connors, for to anyone, a man with a disability who not only succeeds, but does so for the good of all mankind - can look exceptionally exemplary. I felt like a Korean Idol fan, having been given the opportunity to work as an assistant in his lab. His idea of humans being able to regrow lost body parts, organs, fascinated me, and not only me, for it promised to save a billion lives.
It's obvious how it ended. Would I have wanted Connors to give up after all this time? No. However, after our conversation, his motives became clear to me.
In the course of our conversation, he briefly apologised, asked me about my health with feigned enthusiasm and.... Asked me to continue his research. When I declined. He started complaining about life, citing other people's suffering, calling his research my responsibility. He ended by saying that I should not turn my back on him as everyone else had turned their backs on him....
In general, during the conversation it became clear to me that Connors was driven not by a high moral goal of saving people, but by his own puny nature. He didn't wait for the drug to go through the clinical trial phase, I'm not sure if it had even started. He even became a test subject himself. In secret from the other doctors. On his own initiative, no outside supervision. Eventually, I realised that for himself, his disability had always been a commercial stunt for grants, which later developed into a real obsession. Something akin to Hollywood stars who themselves start to believe in the gravity of their lives, after years of talking about it so people will like them more.
It made me cringe. However, at the time, I was starting to hate everything around me more and more. I was entering the active stage of adolescence. And I wanted revenge. Connors, who'd robbed me of everything, and Gwen, who'd cut me off, and MJ, who'd forgotten our friendship, and everyone else who'd left me alone with my own puniness in the hospital. So I decided to steal Connors' research, and I took him up on his offer.
Is that a bad thing? In the mind of someone who has had to re-learn how to walk and shit on their own, few things are capable of seeming bad. But yes, it is bad and yes, it wasn't my most rational decision.
- Did you repeat the formula? - Connors asked me with a groan.
- 'No.' I answered in the same way. I'm not stupid enough to put others in danger, so with all Connors' work, it took me eight months to get the final result. - My formula...
.....
- Can you come into my office, see if my fish are fed? - After I explained the formula with my fingers while my mouth told me some ammonia nonsense, Connors sent me to check the records.
.....
The records made me freeze in place. The formula I'd developed, minus the material from Gwen's hair, had already been implemented by Connors. It was on the no-go list.
Could the spider gene be that important a catalyst? Or did Connors get the conclusion wrong? Or am I just not seeing any other explanation?
- Oh! - while I was sitting at the professor's desk, a young blonde woman with straight hair and a white lab coat entered the office.
- I- -was about to answer the legitimate question of who the fuck am I....
- Peter, hi. - but the girl already knew me, so I had a legitimate question in my throat. - I came into Connors' office a couple of times while you were working for him.
- You did? - My own gaze travelled along the gorgeous figure of a girl I didn't remember at all. Though even after our conversation, I doubt I will. Cute faces are nice, but you can meet them on the streets too.
- I'm Barbara, but my friends call me 'Bobby,' so I guess you don't remember me at all, huh? - The blonde pouted her lips and bent over the table. Feeling the desires of her libido, my own gaze fell on her breasts, faintly visible from beneath her black jumper.
- I'm sorry, but no... - I started, but Bobbi stood up with a smile, took off her glasses and dressing gown.
- You know, I like you.
- Really?
- What's the big deal, man? I'm not saying I love you. Or is it so hard to believe I could like you? - 'chubby lips with bright pink lipstick bite into the temples of her glasses.
- Not really. I just don't understand what I'm supposed to do with this information.
- Well, can you ask me out? Walk me out after work? Or... - Bobbi pointed her head towards the front door. When I turned around, I saw it was locked. - Help me fulfil my ultimate sexual fantasy.
Turning my head back, the glasses were once again on Bobbi, but this time the blouse was missing, exposing smooth skin and a black bra with purple ribbons.
- The skirt was a little tight. Could you give me a hand? - Bobbi turned around and rested her hands on the table across from mine, jutting out her ass in the black, tight skirt.
Holding back the urge to snap out of my seat and start tearing her apart, I took a deep breath. I stood up from my chair, adjusting my jacket, and walked valiantly off the low podium.
I stood up, resting my crotch against her wide arse, bent over Bobbi, and whispered in her ear: - What interesting fantasies you have...
- Ah! - Biting her ear, I ran my hands under her bra.
With a weak bucking of her hips, the desk shook, making a distinctive sound. I took my time, allowing my hands to stretch the blonde's firm breasts.
- Mm-hmm. - and as soon as I stopped my hips, Bobbi started rubbing her bottom against my groin like a flowing cat.
Her pussy continued to rub with more and more greediness until she arched up hard, resting her panties against my belt, and then she drove her sweet legs downwards, scuffing up the excess fabric.
- Ahhhhhh... - Bobbi began her hunt for kisses, however my lips were closing on her forehead, nose, but not giving her what she wanted. After a few moments, she realised the simple rule that to get what she wanted, she first had to give something herself.
Dropping her head onto the wooden table, Bobbi ran her hands back, ran her hands through the thin, slinky red fabric, and followed by the lowering of her panties with the distinctive stain in the centre.
- Mmmm... - The reward didn't wait long, and neither did..... - Mnhmmmmmm!
My cock entered Bobbi's eager mouth, causing her to bite my tongue. Which, naturally, couldn't go without....
*Slap.
- Ah! - punishment. - А!..
For misbehaviour, the blonde's luscious bun had to blush. One might think it was from the whip slaps of my palm. But I prefer to think that from the shame and guilt of what I had done.
- Ahhhh! Mm-hmm.
Bobbi's soft lips were eagerly accepting my shaft, coating both sides of it with hot, wet flaps, and squeezing it so tightly as she moved backwards, as if my cock was the most desirable thing in the world to them.
- Mnhmmm!... Ahhhh!...
Such hospitality could not go unnoticed, so Bobby's right bun was rewarded this time. In the form of a firm and steady massage. I can't deny I enjoyed squeezing those firm, trained buttocks myself.
- So who likes to squat? How about a demonstration? - I pulled her hair away from her forehead and kissed her lips.
- Mnhmmm!
I stopped my movements, finding myself midway into Bobbi. However, in the next second the desk rumbled much harder than it had during my thrusts.
- Ahh!... Mnghm! Mgghaaaah!
For Bobbi was off the chain, starting to smash her arse into my thighs, holding on tightly to the desk.
- Aah! God!
Of course, it wasn't my taste to give away the initiative for too long, so on one of the thrusts, I moved in sharply.
- Aah!
Bobby's fingernails traced straight lines across the table, leaving passionate marks.
- Aah! Shit! God!
Her juices were dripping down, right to her bent knees, onto her red panties, which were not only wet, but soaked with our lusty odour.
I finally unloaded into Bobbi, drenching her pink, blushing lips with white cream.
- Haaaa. Haaaaah. - With heavy breathing and a glowing face, Bobbi slid off the table, collapsing to the floor. - Haaah... That was awesome...
- Was it?
- А?!
In one motion, I threw Bobbi back on the table, and this time I was on top of her without delay.
- You were just wha-- Mm-hmm.
My cock entered Bobby's lubricated lips from a new angle, from top to bottom.
**After Peter left **
- The operation was a success. - announced over the radio the Shield operative.
- Haaaa... Ahhhhhh... - while the other lay on the table, knees drawn up, trembling each time semen spurted from her pussy.
Unable to bear the sight of such a bizarre scene, the operative covered the blonde with her cloak while she was still in a trance-like state.
- Again, Mockingbird had accomplished her task....