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Thread: Unethical Experiments ((Myself and Fiye))

It was a rather odd thing for him to say, but it did spark some interest in her own eyes. He looked no older than thirty, but to claim he was a century old. Well... it was preposterous to say, but she would let it run by. Instead, she took another sip, pausing as she let out a small gasp as her body began to churn on the inside. She watched in awe, her eyes looking down upon her chest as a swelling occured inside her breast. Causing her bra to become tight, her legs growing lengthier, herself gaining a few inches in height. Not to mention that her eyes gained a rather seducing look, her hair growing a few inches, completing a rather nice look. Not bad for drinking a bit of the tea. Though, she couldn't help but feel a bit unnerved, as though there were something clawing at the back of her mind. Is... is this what you were looking at testing? To see if... I could become more beautiful?' She asked, stuttering her words as she worked to unfasten her bra. She needed the extra space desperately.
Thread: Unethical Experiments ((Myself and Fiye))

HE continued to smile as her body continued to change. The physical would of course come first and when she was the stuff of male wet dreams the rest would of course kick into overdrive. He really was anxious to see her reaction as he simply nodded and sipped his tea, That is one of the more simple applications yes... to enhance the body in fairly typical ways. Believe it or not I am as old as I say, my research has allowed me to do this to my body just as you are receiving a taste of the most basic sort of thing it could do for you. He smiled as she worked her bra off with an urgent need to free her still growing breasts as she became more and more of an obvious sexual incarnation. At this rate the changes to her sex drive and libido would not be far behind and that should help her to enjoy this no matter what reservations she may still have. He took another sip of his tea, I admit I wanted to make myself rather attractive and why not, after so much time and research I deserved a reward... but if I am correct and I always am, my research is not limited to such mundane changes... I could do much much more with it.
Thread: Unethical Experiments ((Myself and Fiye))

You can? She replied, her eyes glancing forward towards him, an interested look in her eyes. The mental alteration had begun, and within moments however, she was already coming onto him. Her bra soon being pulled off, however, as her breasts kept on expanding, her once small B cup breasts now DD, her nipples clearing showing through her fabric as she looked at the male with a rather lusty grin.
Thread: Unethical Experiments ((Myself and Fiye))

He of course noticed, it would be hard not to with her still swelling tits already DDs at least and her nipples seeming to try to bore their way through her top. Given that fact alone it was clear she was now starting to get rather horny and the look in her eyes and that grin made it clear she was not going to fight those changes at all... she seemed all to happy to embrace them and enjoy them. So he finished his tea and then took the chance by walking over towards her to see just how she would act on her intense lust and desire with her swelling tits and increasingly curvy body, Indeed I can, in theory I could do any number of things... as I said this is the most basic of my tricks... I could make something like this your normal state as a reward, and do so much more... I take it you are interested then?
Thread: Unethical Experiments ((Myself and Fiye))

She paused for a moment, looking down at herself. Giving her chest a small poke before turning to look up at him, If you don't mind, I'd rather not, She added, moving up towards him, placing her hands around his body. Letting them slide over his chest, before reaching down at his pants, But, I'll let you do as much as you want with me3 She finished, moving up on her heels to give him a quick peck on the cheek, before slowly moving away. Her hands moving to pull her jacket off. Tossing them aside without a care.
Thread: Unethical Experiments ((Myself and Fiye))

He was not entirely sure if she meant she did not want something this tame, or simply this basic pornstar form when she could have more, or even that she did not want a basic form but rather embraced the idea of being changed often to suit whatever quirk, mood, or experiment he had in mind. He did however enjoy the way she so quickly embraced her new sex drive and libido. It was clear she was horny and had sex on the mind already and she was about to find out just how sexually sensitive and responsive her body now was. She was about to experience the sort of pleasure that would guarantee she would want more later. He did not hesitate though, he reached out and began to play with her now huge firm tits making sure to work her hard nipples determined to make her cry out in pleasure and moan for more. He knew thanks to his own treatments that his cock was quite impressive and so did not mind that she had copped a feel in the least... soon he would be stuffing over a foot of thick cock into her wet willing folds and showing her one of the many benefits of his research. He smiled at her answer, As much as I want you say? Careful what you ask for... because I will take advantage. He shed his own shirt revealing a muscular chest and then kicked off his pants revealing his huge cock so that she could see its impressive length and girth. I can see what is on your mind, and as a gentleman it is only proper that I ravish you and see to those needs.
Thread: Unethical Experiments ((Myself and Fiye))

She seemed to look at his length, not altogether too impressed. After all, he had been able to alter himself to however he wanted to look like. Instead, her hand moved to reach for his length, slowly stroking the tip, a grin on her face as she moved up to give him a kiss. Sure, the touching and pinching of her nipples did cause her to moan in pleasure, however, she was keen on stimulating him as well. She wouldn't be the only one having fun.
Thread: Unethical Experiments ((Myself and Fiye))

He delighted in her moans but also in the fact that she was eager to please. He began to wonder if perhaps the idea of being at his mercy and being changed by him combined with her current libido and sex drive was drawing out some desire to serve even it it was a subtle one. It was something he would have to experiment with. For now he growled his pleasure and continued to work her large tits with a wolfish smile while she stroked his huge cock, more than a foot of thick cock flesh filled her hand as he crawled onto the bed and without any preamble began to slip her remaining clothes off to leave her completely naked, Time to see to those needs, and show you this little taste of the sort of benefit I can offer you... I am sure you will enjoy this. He leaned down and began to suck roughly and hungrily at her hard nipples as he let her guide his huge cock towards her pussy when she was ready.
Thread: Morals Or Sin [Hahvy x Scotty Rage]

Once he arrived at home, Mason was out of the car and into the house quickly, wasting little time. He only had an hour and a half or so to get ready and be at his parents for dinner, and the drive was nearly an hour. As he reached his bedroom, he began to shed his clothes, making his way into the master bathroom to turn the shower on. Aside from his Ranger tattoo, the only other identifying marks on his body were the scars of various combat experiences while in the service. This was why his last term in the service wasn't a full term, otherwise he would have had three under his belt. Running up his thigh was a pair of bullet wounds, though this had only put him down for a short time. The most visible markings were along his chest and abdomen and wrapped around to his lower back, shrapnel from a land mine that his convoy had driven over. He had been the only survivor of that explosion, and it almost took away his ability to walk, just centimeters away from severing his spinal cord, not to mention some had been lodged near his heart, but thankfully was able to be extracted. The only thing that had saved his life that day was the fact he hadn't been secured to the vehicle and had been thrown clear. After a long recovery, he had been given his discharge orders. Instead of fighting it, he chose to continue his education. His brush with death had been too close, and he had no desire to make his son an orphan or his wife a widow, so he instead finished grad school. This had been the primary reason for his opposition to Ashlin going off to war, and now she had suffered in a similar fashion. It was almost ironic, really. He was one of those lucky few who was able to move on and hadn't had any bouts with PTSD, though he did sometimes have nightmares about the war. It didn't affect his daily life, though, and he had been able to function as a normal member of society. As he got himself clean, he turned the shower off and stepped out, grabbing a towel from the rack and drying his hair and body before wrapping it around his waist. He went about the rest of his clean up routine, brushing his teeth and such, before finally walking back out to the bedroom to get dressed and fix his hair. Looking at the clock, he saw he had just enough time, it seemed. After jotting down a quick note for Seth, who was likely hanging out with some friends after school, to let him know where he would be, Mason stepped out and got into the car to begin the drive to his father's house. He usually tried to avoid his father, since they hadn't gotten along in years, but tonight he would just have to put all of those feelings aside for his sister's sake. This was for her, and he wouldn't let the animosity toward their father ruin it.
Thread: Morals Or Sin [Hahvy x Scotty Rage]

The drive was euphoric. It was like riding in a dream. The engine purred and revved at her touch and made her feel really in control in what seemed like forever. She kept the windows down to let her hair blow out, air drying the last few stubbornly damp strands. It felt good to let loose a little, even if it was just a car ride. Her heavy metal music blared from the speakers in such a way it would give any electronics nerd a hard on just to be near. The sub-woofers made the base beats ripple through the frame, making the car thump in tune. She could lose herself like this. But it seemed that all too soon, her drive was over. She turned down the long driveway to her parents house, noting that the hedges and trees had been trimmed by her father. Her mother had planted new rose beds and some were in bloom. As she pulled to a stop outside the two story house, she stared at the roses a moment, putting the car back into the proper gear and turning it off. She was almost sad to have to turn off the engine. But for some reason those roses had her attention. She slipped out of the car, knowing her parents had their music on and cooking always distracted them so she would have a few minutes to herself...Those roses were bothering her. They weren't really anything special, just red roses scattered amongst white ones. As she leaned over to stare at them, that's when she figured out what was bothering her. They were red and white roses, the red looking like blood smears amongst the snowy color. Her heart sped up as she thought of Dawn's face covered in her own blood. Dawn had been her army buddy for years and had met in basic and became fast friends. They had been through so much before Dawn had been shot through the chest while a second had grazed her cheek. The bullet had gone through her lung. Shutting her eyes, Ashlin tried to get that face of pain out of her mind, remembering how Dawn had said she loved her and that they would both be okay. And then Dawn had left the world a darker place. Taking a deep breath and straightening, Ashlin shook her head of the horrible memories. She couldn't let them overwhelm her right now. She could survive a hard dinner with her family, even if it felt like it would kill her. She'd survived worse and would handle this, no sweat. Finding her center, she walked up to the door, contemplating knocking first. She really wasn't sure how she should enter and so she stood outside a moment, lost in a the moment of indecision.
Thread: Morals Or Sin [Hahvy x Scotty Rage]

It wasn't long after Ashlin arrived that Mason was pulling into the long drive. The house was only two stories, but it covered a lot of ground. Their father was both successful and wealthy, though he didn't feel the need to have a huge three story mansion. He had a tendency to be a bit conservative and miserly really. The estate was large, though, and the driveway was a half mile itself. Pulling up to the circle that enclosed a large flower bed, where most people parked when visiting, Mason killed the engine of the GTO and got out. As he was walking to the house, he paused, noticing Ashlin was already at the door, but apparently hadn't knocked or rang the bell yet. She had seemed lost in her thoughts, and he wondered if he should approach or simply let her get into the house first. Finally he decided on the former, making his way up the steps to pause beside her on the large porch. So, you trying to send them a psychic message that you're out here? He decided to start off with a joke in an attempt to put her at ease as he looked at her with a slight grin. Reaching out to ring the bell, he turned to his half-sister once more and reached out to pull her into an embrace before one of the hired helpers would get to the door. Wrapping his arms around her, he simply held her for a moment, saying nothing. He knew what she'd been through, and realized that sometimes it was best when someone had nothing to say, but just held you to let you know they could relate. He had never really wanted to talk about his own war experiences, so he was pretty sure she wouldn't either. Instead he stroked her hair for a moment as he hugged her close, then kissed the top of her head before finally pulling away. Welcome home, he told her softly before turning as the door started to open.
Thread: Morals Or Sin [Hahvy x Scotty Rage]

She knew it was Mason. How she knew, she didn't really get, but the roar of the GTO was hard to miss. Seth had written about the car a few times, saying he wanted something similar but was thinking more conservatively. It was beautiful to look at with it's sleek lines and sharp angles. And there was no mistaking her brother's walk with anyone else. He just had that swagger that turned heads. She found herself taking him in before he spoke and she felt a small smile curving her mouth, but didn't answer. She didn't get the time to do so before he wrapped her in an embrace and held her. Her eyes widened in response, not yet reacting to his touch. She hadn't had a hug in months, and feeling his embrace just reminded her of that fact. And the reason why she hadn't been hugged in so long. It didn't hurt for him to hug her, thankfully, but it did make her realize how much she had missed him. Soon enough, her own arms encircled him and just held on, relaxing into him briefly before he pulled back and kissed the top of her head. He had a few inches on her so it wasn't difficult for him to do. It was then that she wanted the familiarity of touching him and so when the door opened, she lightly grasped his hand, her fingers lightly touching his palm before their hands were linked. She still didn't say anything until the servant backed away from the door. Apparently, my telepathy skills don't need much improvement. She smiled at him, just a faint little turning of her lips that made her eyes look more alive than they had a few moments ago. She gave his hand a squeeze before she let go and stepped across the threshold, feeling like the air was gonna get sucked out of her. The place looked the same, her parents still the same, but it didn't feel like home. No place really did. Her mother came zooming into the hall and almost crashed into her before wrapping her up into her arms, sobbing. She blinked in surprise and uncertainty, looking to Mason for help as her mother murmured different things she couldn't quite catch.
Thread: Morals Or Sin [Hahvy x Scotty Rage]

Mason held his hands up and smirked as if to tell Ashlin she was on her own, instead turning to head into the house to find their father. He liked her mom well enough, but the woman could talk forever sometimes. Pausing outside his father's study, he gave a few taps at the door before hearing the gruff answer. It's open. With a sigh, he turned the handle and stepped into the room, closing the door behind him. Ashlin's here. You planning to go see her? Their father looked at him for a moment and shrugged, placing his pipe between his lips and taking a long puff before pulling it away to let out some wisps of smoke as he spoke. I'll see her at dinner, won't I? Pursing his lips a bit, Mason shook his head slightly. I just thought you might like to welcome her home before that, he responded, his eyes meeting their father's and remaining on him, refusing to give ground. They often butted heads, being men of very different, yet very similar personalities. While Mason had different views of the world and how it worked, he had the stubborn tenacity that was so present in his father. After a few words exchanged, their father making his argument and Mason countering him, finally the conversation was over. The world is still all about you, Mason said as he turned to leave, pausing for a moment. I'm not going to fight with you, for my sister's sake. But your daughter would like to see that her father loves her. With that he closed the door and made his way back toward the foyer to see how Ashlin was holding up under her mother's verbal onslaught.
Thread: Morals Or Sin [Hahvy x Scotty Rage]

Oh, baby girl! I'm so glad you're home! We missed you! Her mother wouldn't stop with that. It was grating on Ashlin's nerves, making her have to lock her muscles so she didn't start shaking in aggravation from the onslaught. She could just barely hear Mason speaking with their father and knew from the start that it was a lost cause. Their father had hated her decision to go into the service, even though at the same time he thought it would be good for her. He was a gruff and hard man to deal with. No wonder her mother was constantly in hysterics. Probably why Ashlin controlled her emotions. She didn't want to be like either of her parents either too emotional and not emotional enough. Still, her mother eventually calmed down and they spoke about nothing special. Ashlin didn't bother mentioning the car since her mom was conservative about Sam and his lifestyle. She didn't need to hear about any of that, or her mother's inbred issues about such things. But sitting down in the pristine living room showed her that nothing had really changed and wondered if her old room had been converted to an office or something like she expected. It wasn't like she was going to be moving back in or anything, but she hoped her mom would cut the cord, so to speak. Being in the house again made Ashlin want to scream. She had never truly liked being home. We're having lasagna tonight. We knew how much you loved lasagna growing up, so I decided that's what was for dinner. Ashlin felt her stomach drop at the thought of lasagna. If her mother made it, she'd be sick by the end of the night. Her mother couldn't cook for shit, and that's why they had a professional cook. Even so, Ashlin hated lasagna. This night was going from nerve-wracking to full-on suck mode. Smiling at her mother with a practiced expression, she got up to go outside for a minute. I'll be back in a moment, Mom. I just want to look at the flowers for a bit. Her mother smiled and waved her off, knowing nothing of her plight as she exited out the back door and took in a deep breath to keep from screaming. This is not what she wanted. She didn't want any of this. What she wanted was to just sit down and be left alone. This dinner was such a bad idea. Hell, even seeing Mason wasn't balancing out the problems in the home she left behind.
Thread: Morals Or Sin [Hahvy x Scotty Rage]

Seeing Ashlin heading for the back door as he left the study, Mason pursed his lips again, sighing softly to himself. She had apparently gotten all she could stand of her mother and needed a break. He knew she wasn't exactly thrilled about being here, but she was suffering through it anyway. She was a girl of strong character, there was no doubt about that, but everyone had a breaking point, and if anyone could reach hers, it was their family. He had already reached his long ago, which was why he didn't come around except on special occasions these days. Stepping out after her, he gave her mom a quick smile and nod before he was through the house and out the back door. Sitting next to her with a content sigh, he took out a pack of menthols and lit one before offering her the pack. Helps calm the nerves. Just don't let 'em hook ya, he told her with a smirk as he took a drag. My suggestion would be drink as much wine as you can pour down your throat and the night will fly by a lot faster. Then if you want we can go grab a six pack and hang out in peace. Or you can just head back to wherever you're staying if you wanna be alone. He put a hand on her shoulder and gave it a reassuring squeeze, letting her know she didn't have to face the family alone. They were in this boat together, and it was no secret he hated family gatherings as much as she did, if not more. Taking another drag of his cigarette, he toyed with the Zippo he had lit it with, flipping the lid open and snapping it shut as he looked out across the yard, the sun already low in the sky, casting a yellow and pink tint on everything in sight. You've been strong for three years. You just need to make it a few more hours, then you can have your breakdown, he joked, giving her shoulder another squeeze before letting his hand fall away.
Thread: Morals Or Sin [Hahvy x Scotty Rage]

Out of the corner of her eye, she watches Mason sit down beside her, watching the muscles in his legs working to put him into that state. It was funny, she thought, how muscles did so many different things but they couldn't make a situation better because the person using them had to do that. Fighting was one thing, dealing with another. Taking the pack of cigarettes as they were offered, she snagged his Zippo a moment and lit up, taking a deep toxic drag before giving it back to him. She watched the smoke drift out of her mouth and dissolve into the air before she said anything. You know I don't drink wine. My twenty-first birthday photos attest to that. She winked at him a moment before taking another drag, leaning back on one arm to look up at the dwindling sunlight. Out here, it was peaceful. Out here, the silence wasn't so oppressive. Probably because Mason was here and he wouldn't give her any bullshit. He was straightforward and always gave her straight up answers. Feeling him squeeze her shoulder, she let some of the tension in her body slip away. Her eyes shut as he did it a second time and felt an odd tingling in her skin. She opened her eyes to stare at the sky as she thought about it and then let it go. Thinking was not in her best interest right now. A six pack and just hanging out later sounds good. I'll try not to drink so I don't trash my baby on the way home. Another stream of toxic smoke let her in satisfaction as she hummed softly, enjoying his company and the little cancer stick calming down her nerves. At the rate things were going, she'd smoke half the pack before the dinner was over. Or she left.