Trish and Robert - ch9
#9 of Trish and Robert
"Robert, can you hear me?"
A sound, my name, cut through the feelings, let me get it back under control. Pulling back I smiled, "Wow, that is amazing Trish." I said, knowing for an absolute fact I was grinning like the Cheshire cat.
She sighed. "OK. Sorry. I didn't mean to stop you." She took her paw away. "Want to continue, then?" she asked me.
I looked up to her, "You know I would want to, you told me this will be undone before I leave here, so of course I want to experience it. But if you don't want to, if you think that's enough. I will respect your decision." I smiled up at her and dared her. I knew she loved having people at her mercy, and tied up as I am I was most definitely that.
"No. We need to finish these tests." she gave me a nod, confirming my thoughts on the matter. "I'll know when you're ready."
"Ok then Trish, let me know how you want me to feel something, and I will do my best." I said, trying to reassure her I was in command once again. "Maybe you would want to do a baseline first, see if I can hold this in all the way to release?" I grinned.
I saw her pause in thought for a moment, "Alright. See if you can control yourself and not orgasm. Alright?" she promptly replied, pressed the dildo deep into my slit.
"Wait, not- ahhhh" I tried to say but sighed into the feeling. She worked it in and out, and I felt my pleasure rise but not my sense. Her words echoed in me all of a sudden and I made a heavy concious effort to cut the pleasure out all together. Almost like a light switch I felt completely calm, my pending orgasm fading to nothing, all I was left with was a feeling of Trish working the dildo in and out of me furiously. I grinned up at her, "Excuse me, do you happen to have a crossword I could do while you are busy?" I asked with a chuckle, "Its amazing Trish, I have never had this much control over my senses before, I have pretty much deadened all pleasure feelings." I explained excitedly.
She stopped. "Wow. Can you do a sort of level control?" She grabbed the paper and began to write furiously. I could tell that medically, she was really starting to get into this. "Like, can you feel part of the pleasure instead of just on and off?"
Catching her enthusiasm I nodded, "At first it was just normal, well maybe a bit above, I could drop that quickly into all consuming depraved lust... hang on, will try something." I said, thinking, "Ok, alternate tweaking my left or right nipples." I told her, too caught up in the experiment to even register what it was I was asking her, let alone that it was my body I was all but ordering her to molest. Her paws crimped on my left and I felt nothing, then she did the same to my right and my world exploded, I gasped out, "to... tomato" after a moment and she stopped.
Catching my breath I looked up at her, "I can even adjust different parts differently, this is pretty neat." I concluded.
Trish took notes between my words furiously. "This is amazing." she said, returning back down to my groin and pulling out the dildo. "Go ahead and let yourself go again." Her hand reached over and she gently began to trace her paws around my soft pussy lips.
I knew what she wanted, but I decided to try out her 'levels' idea, slowly letting go of control until I was lost into pleasure again, panting and whimpering.
I felt her fingers slowly working themselves around inside, but they continued swirling. At the same time, she took her other paw and started to gently rub at my thigh.
The feelings torrenting through me, combined with the restriction of my ability to respond physically had me gasping and whimpering. The touch to my thigh intensified it, rather than just being a touch it was like I had another sex and it was being manipulated just as deftly as her other paw was my actual slit.
She slid her paw from my dripping pussy and brought both paws to my thigh, rubbing it slowly and firmly, her lack of touch at my cleft only caused the feeling of her at my thigh to intensify and I began to whine and gasp out as it built, growing faster and faster. Somewhere in my mind, a little lever that was the 'safety' of my new nerves casually let go. I moaned out heavily, orgasm after orgasm rushing over me at the most casual of touches to my leg.
Trish pulled back after a few minutes. "Holy fuck. I didn't realise it would work that powerfully."
Her touch was gone now, but it didn't matter, my muscles clenching, my body spasmed, provided enough stimulation to my new, raw, nerves to keep the pleasure not just constant, but constantly rising.
"You still with me, Robert?" I heard her say, almost detached, and at once even the sounds were erotic, merging with the feelings, making it more.
Gasping, desperately my mind kept trying to get out one word. It started as a whisper but eventually it built, "tomato tomato tomato tomato..." I whined out over and over again, at last slowly, feeling the pleasure subside as I managed to throw the 'breakers' and shut it down completely.
Trish stopped her writing and looked up with a concerned face. She stood and went up next to me, careful not to touch my skin. "Robert? What's wrong?"
"It... my body made me lose it." I gasped, taking a few more breaths, "Before, when you said to let go, I thought I had, but... it seems some part of me was holding back one last 'level' of intensity." panting some more, "It let go then, let go completely... wow." was all I could finish with, I don't think I would ever be able to explain that level of pleasure to another being who had not felt it.
"Was it too much? Perhaps we should tone down the serum a little bit?"
I nodded but then thought, "No, actually, no." getting my breath again, "I was able to hold on to the pleasure no problems, it was only the actual effort I made, because you asked me to, to release it all that this happened and frankly, it will be something I will remember for the rest of my life, quite favourably too I might add." I smiled up to her, how else could I explain that she had just made every other sexual experience up till that moment pale in comparison and all she had done was stroke my thigh?
She nodded. "Ok." She took notes, seemingly her worry gone. "I'm going to let you go now," she said as she set the clipboard down. "We need to check the effects on your bones. Think you can control yourself?"
I grinned, my breathing and feelings back in check, I lowered my pleasure level to zero and nodded to her, "Got it covered." I told her.
The feline went around undoing the straps around my wrists and ankles. "Try to stand up. You may feel a slight lack of stability, but you should still be able to support yourself."
Doing as I was told, I rose slowly and, after a few moments let my feet down to the floor.
Vertigo poured in around me, my ears telling my brain the world was spinning when all I was doing was tilting slightly. Soon though, like my other senses my balance came into check and I stood, paws still keeping hold of the table.
Resisting all the urges to suddenly play with myself, releasing the tight hold on my nerves I asked Trish, "What next?"
"Take a short lap around the table. You may feel some of your bones flex, but you should remain upright." She walked with me, seemingly ready to catch me at any moment.
As I felt the really weird sensation of my bones bending I found that if I tightened the muscles around them in different ways I could either straighten them or bend them more.
Finishing the lap I sat back up and lifted my leg up straight.
Watching it as I flexed, it went from dead straight to actually curving upwards, bending past where any any leg had a right to bend. Slowly I worked it in little circles, all the while keeping the joint locked.
A sudden shock brought one paw up to the base of my skull and I began to push. "Ahh you thought ahead on some things." I mentioned to Trish after I had checked the most important bone in my body for its integrity.
"The skull's density is too thick as it is. If the serum were designed to try, it wouldn't work anyway." She picked up a tongue depressor and held it up near my right shoulder. "Try reaching your left hand behind your back and touch this." she put me through a variety of awkward positions, testing just how far my bones allowed me to bend without breaking.
The last test had me laughing a bit as I bent down backwards, bowing my legs and back to touch my heels.
As I stood back upright I asked, with a lot of cheer, "what next?"
It was the felines turn for a sly grin. "Well, if you can control yourself, you ever try auto-fellatio?" at my slightly shocked expression she continued, "Well, right now, it would be auto-cunnilingus."
I climbed back onto the table and started laying down. Then reaching down to the sides of the table I just pulled my upper body down and forward. I watched in wonder as my slit got closer and closer until, with a tentative lick I felt and tasted myself at the same time.
Backing off a little I grinned to Trish, "Suppose I had better turn up sensitivity a little" I admitted guiltily.
Returning my head back down I began lapping at myself, moaning softly as I let just a little more than what I would consider normal feeling through. I began to work harder and deeper and then my brain got an idea and I drew back for a moment, "Going to try making my mouth as sensitive as my slit" I told the feline.
As I returned to my task I started moaning quite loudly into my depths, my pleasure building further and further until, with a whimpering cry I came around my own tongue even as my penis-sensitive oral muscle was thrust deep inside my clutching depths.
As the glow faded I pulled loose, slowly shutting off the feeling until it was all bottled back up.
I realised I wasn't even holding on to anything and laughed, slowly unwinding myself back to lay down on the table with a sigh, "Now that I could get used to." I said matter of factly.
Trish shook her head with a smile. I thought I could catch a scent of something, but worked up as I had just been I wasn't sure until I heard, "God, I wish I could do that." come from the usually cool and collected feline, and the startlement on my face likely matched her own, "Uh... I mean..." she tried to recover, to retract the comment, but failed.
Her words spoke volumes, at first though I tried to pretend like I didn't notice, like I couldn't smell her arousal with my new olfactory sense, like I hadn't heard every soft gasp as she watched me get myself off.
Still not turning my head I said, "Trish, I would be a liar if I said the only reason I am doing this is for the money. I mean at first it was, but my bills are paid for six months now." I paused to let her think about that and drew a long breath, "And I would also be lying if I said it was just for pleasure, with all your warning about this set of tests it was only partially the case. Trish I am doing this because, as you said, no one has done it. If we can prove this safe, establish protocols, whatever. Well, it would mean you would be able to do this much sooner rather than later. And while I do this in part for all those other reasons, I am here today, still here with my nervous system and bones fubared in the goddess knows ways so that people can go the next step beyond this in the future."
I turned my head to the side, still laying on the table, looking into her for once, startled eyes, "Haven't you ever wanted to be the first to do something, go to the stars, Play a new genre of music... anything?" I asked her.
At the felines confused look I said, "The sooner we get this stuff tested, all the kinks worked out and up for general testing, the soon you can have it done yourself."
She gave me a curt nod. "Right." With a few deep breaths, she seemed to regain her composure. "Well, that pretty much finishes up our tests. Phase one is a success. You ready to go back or do you think you want some more time?"
"There is two parts of me that would love to keep this, as you guessed one is that horny little part that just wants more feeling, the other is curious about what different things look, taste and smell like. But I know it would be dangerous without full testing. One thing though Trish, is there anything I can do for you while I am like this?" I asked her.
She stopped in surprise. "You want to do something for me?" her sudden exclamation almost made me wonder, 'Had no one ever done anything for this lovely feline just to make her happy?'
She shook her head. "I'll be fine. But next week, I may take you up on the offer."
I smiled, "Ok then, if you're done, I am done."
Stretching one last time, impossibly I lay back down on the bed to await, well...
"Trish, I am not sure how this bit goes, I guess I have been pretty agreeable with everything so far. This will be my first reversal."
"I'll take that as a very good sign." she picked up a needle and filled it with the green serum again. "Are there any alterations you'd like to make for this week? Since you're here."
I thought for a moment, "Well, not so much for me, but there is a ferret girl, Jess, one of your patients I believe. Would there be any chance of slipping something long and hard into her next appointment?" I said, grinning.
Trish smiled. "Do you mean into her or onto her?"
"Oh on her, definitely on her." I laughed.
Trish giggled back. "You are one kinky bastard. I'll see what I can do." She slid the needle in and the reversal serum began its effect.
I sighed, feeling the process reverse itself, it was no where near as odd feeling as when it added, almost like my body knew it was returning to normal. Pausing that thought I realised the definition of normal I had now was different to my previously held one.
Trish starting putting her tools away and shutting down the monitors even before the procedure had finished. I thought I could still smell that lovely scent about her and felt myself getting horny just thinking about it, but with my senses faded I couldn't actually tell her arousal from my own, but my mind sure was good at filling in the blanks.
Feeling the final effects fade as the serum finished its job I slowly sat up, "Everything feels muted, like you just turned the volume down on the world." I said, suddenly aware my sense of balance is no where near as acute as it was two minutes ago.
"Well, considering what you're coming down from, that's to be expected." She gave me a little pat. "Like I said, try not to get addicted to the higher feelings."
Nodding I got to my feet and repeated the 'walk around the table' procedure. "Kind of glad to have my real bones back, it was tough having to keep my muscles constantly flexed just to stand straight, but I am betting it would be an amazing work out to do it regularly."
"You'll get more time next week," she said as she gently patted me on the shoulder. "Now, I have another appointment coming soon and I need to get ready." She guided me out the door and, after a quick goodbye, walked the other way.
As I was about to walk out, Samantha slid out a check onto the bar. "Good session today?" she asked with a little twinkle. The check on the counter, though, was written out for thirteen hundred dollars, three hundred more than last week.
I walked over and took the check, "A tip?" I asked with a grin.
Samantha shook her head. "I don't know. They just said to put an extra three hundred for you. Something about extra level tests."
I almost laughed, "Level? What, I dinged and someone didn't tell me?" I couldn't resist the gaming lingo, I loved the games, although I found over the last few weeks I hadn't played them... at all, for some unknown reason.
She chuckled back. "Well, I have some work to do. See you next week."
I smiled at the vixen, "See you later then beautiful." I grinned and made for the door.
True to Trish's word, Jess came back from her session a few days later missing her feminine features and sporting several very masculine ones.
I was not one to complain, although I was vocal about my appreciation of it.
Ok, seriously, how the hell do you tag the flexible bones thing? I give up, tagging is insufficient for my deviancy.