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Hopelessly struck by Dr. Peter Ashevilles good looks, celebrity renown, and of course his erotic pleasure therapy techniques, Tracy Gelman has surrendered herself to the famous researchers experimental project to create the perfect sex kitten: MoreHopelessly struck by Dr. Peter Ashevilles good looks, celebrity renown, and of course his erotic pleasure therapy techniques, Tracy Gelman has surrendered herself to the famous researchers experimental project to create the perfect sex kitten: voluptuous, horny, and eager to please. A month ago she was just a shy intern drifting without direction, but through intense and extensive pleasure therapy - along with the physical tweaks to give her the curves to make any man go wild - she has proven a flawless test subject for the doctors highly charged experiments in creating his ideal bimbo.But now hes decided its time to bring this breakthrough the attention it deserves, and hes going to put Tracy centerstage for a demonstration of his new techniques to a group of colleagues flying in from across the country. But maybe even he has underestimated the power of the changes he has inspired in his little project, because once the doors are closed and the presentations have begun, things seem ready to get hot and out of control, very fast.Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, the use of potent aphrodisiacs, multiple partners, rough group sex, medical examination, a dominant older man and the increasingly submissive, curvaceous young subject of his experiments. All characters are 18 or older.Passed Around is the second installment of the Becoming His Curvy Test Subject series. Each episode can be enjoyed in order or as a standalone story.Excerpt:Shes at her most docile immediately after a session, he went on. This was usually when I found it easiest to take measurements and gauge progress. At other times she can be - through no ill intent of her own - a little ... excitable. That is, if youd like to examine her, now would be a good time.A babble of quiet speculation met his words. Several of the researchers approached me. They were initially dubious but I smiled encouragingly at them, happy to show I could be cooperative, and managed to stand up straight and expectant. Dr. Samprez usually gave me a little longer to recover after an orgasm, but I was supposed to be on especially good behavior.They surrounded me, obviously enthusiastic about the chance to examine me. Curious fingers felt the smoothness of my skin, the contour of my side, and ran through my thick, lush hair. I basked quietly in their attention and let them touch me wherever they wanted. All the little caresses - ten or twelve hands on me at once - gave me the hot, sort of dirty feeling that my body was public property.A pair of strong hands cupped my breasts and a light breath of pleasure escaped my parted lips. I looked up to see the doctor I had been fantasizing about earlier. He smiled at me, his eyes appreciative.Other hands, more daring still, felt the fullness of my ass and even brushed over the wet lips of my pussy. I drew in a sharp gasp at the touch and obediently held still, silently waiting for it to return. I couldnt see who it had been. Several of the researchers seemed impressed by my immediate and intense reaction, and soon another curious finger ran along my slick, sensitive folds. My knees weakened and my eyes closed as I focused all my attention on the touch, willing it to return. It came again and my hands clenched as I fought to remain still and upright at the center of the examiners. And it came again, this time the touch probed at my hole and pushed into me. An abrupt orgasm burst through me, all the more intense for the way I was trying to fight it. My legs shook and a few quiet moans escaped my mouth.