The experiment (closed for mbs91721)

[emari]

The door swung shut behind Cassie with a dull thud which masked the quiet click of the look, as she took in the space which was to be her home for the next few months as she took part in the research programme.

It was a plain room, although not an uncomfortable looking one. It called to mind a nicer version of her old college dormitory or perhaps an airport hotel room, with a plain double bed, a small couch, a desk and an empty wardrobe.

She set her bag down – unpacking could wait since she’d only brought a few things following the advice that most of what she needed would be provided by the program.

On one wall there was a large window, with an odd tint to the glass, perhaps to keep passers by from seeing in, which looked out onto a view of a park below. It was mostly empty now, but perhaps it would be livelier on weekends or when the weather improved. She hoped so. One of the rules of the study was that she’d had to consent to being cut off from contact with the outside world for the duration, which meant no internet or online games, and not even music or TV unless it was provided within the program.

Still, it would be worth it. Not only did taking part in the study give her a place to stay with all her need provided for over the next few months, but on completion she’d been told there’d be a payment of between one and five thousand dollars, depending on the results, which would go a long way to helping her find an apartment.

It was easy money. Some of her college friends had cautioned her about taking part in such an intense study, but the company conducting it was a respectable one, who were working to cure everything from the common cold to depression. She suspected the programme she was taking part in was one of the psychological ones, given the level of restriction of outside influences and the detailed personality profile she’d been asked to complete when applying, which meant it was even safer still since it was unlikely she’d be taking part in any research which posed risks to her physical health.

Bored of looking out the window already, she opened the other door off the room, which lead to a bathroom, generously equipped with both a tub and a shower but otherwise uninteresting. In the long mirror she caught a glimpse of her reflection but there was nothing of interest there: she was an average height women with long dark hair tied into a messy ponytail, dressed in comfortable cream t-shirt dress that hung loosely around her moderately curvaceous figure – comfortable, but plain, after all, it wasn’t like appearances would matter very much in a place like this.

Now familiar with her surroundings, Cassie headed back into the bedroom, to await her scheduled meeting with staff member who would be supervising her in the experiment.

 

[mbs91721]

Marcus Braden watched on the building’s CCTV as his subject, Cassie, checked in at the front desk. A smile of satisfaction crawled across his face knowing that, indeed, he made the right choice. Dressed in a nondescript, off white colored dress that successfully hid her body’s shape, her long brown hair tied carelessly in an untidy ponytail, she was the perfect candidate for him and his study.

She and the seven other women selected, all in their mid-20s, had serious body image issues. At first glance, they were attractive, in good physical shape, but for some unknown reason or reasons, they all felt not attractive enough, invisible. This, in turn, left them depressed, unmotivated, trapped in a general sense of malaise that prevented them from achieving any success from both a professional, personal and sexual perspective.

It was the lack of sexual fulfillment that held Marcus’ interest. With a PhD in human sexual behavior, the research firm hired him to assist in this clinical trail of a new drug that would aid, along with diet and exercise, in changing the subjects’ attitudes toward themselves and their physical appearance. The drug was advertised as being an all natural supplement that would augment the physical training and counseling sessions each woman would attend. There was a group of eight other women given a placebo being held concurrently at a different location.

Marcus helped in the development of the screening instrument that did a deep, deep dive into each of the candidates physiological profile. His contribution was a questionnaire to ascertain their feelings about sex as it related to their overall happiness. The research firm expected him to conduct group therapy sessions but he had an ulterior motive for being involved. He offered to waive his hefty fee in exchange for selecting one woman that he could work with one on one. Using the pretense of doing research for an upcoming article for a well known professional journal, Marcus would use this opportunity to do a little experimenting on his own.

As an expert in human sexuality and behavior, Marcus fully recognized his own sexual needs. This was the chance to find a woman that he could mold into the sexual partner he had longed desired. He would use his own version of the test drug that would do everything the trial had promised plus a component that would compel the woman to submit and yield to his every sexual command.

While there were still certain details to work out, Marcus was sure she was the one. She had checked all the boxes physiologically, sexually and now seeing her for the first time, physically as well. Yes Cassie, with the assistance of his magic formulation, would make that transformation into his perfect sex slave.

 

[emari]

By the time her first meeting with Dr Braden, head of the program, was due, Cassie found herself quite excited. There was little to occupy her in the room except for wild speculation about the program and while she knew that keeping the tests fair meant she couldn't be fully informed of every detail of the research she still hoped he might let some hints slip.

She was escorted from her room by an orderly, who showed her down several long winding corridors that she had to admit would have been difficult to navigate alone. There was no sign of other program participants, suggesting the advert had been truthful in calling this an exclusive opportunity. As they walked they passed a few doors the orderly said led to various facilities such as a gym and rooms with specialised equipment, and Cassie hoped those were facilities for the test subjects as while she'd known when signing up that the program meant restrictions it was likely to get frustrating staying cooped up in one room. There was no mention of a general recreation area or communal lounge, and she wondered if she'd see the other participants or if they'd be kept isolated to stop them influencing each other.

Finally they came to an office door, the orderly waiting outside as she entered. It was far more luxuriously furnished and decorated than the bedrooms, in a style that spoke of the importance of its occupant, but she was surprised by the man seated at the desk.

Her vision of a research doctor was an old man in an ugly suit with bottle thick glasses, but while the man at the desk was certainly older than her he he was clearly physically fit and respectably styles, though with an air of casual confidence that made her certain he belonged at the desk rather than being an assistant borrowing his boss's chair.

"Hi," she said, pushing a stray lock of hair out of her face. "I'm Cassie Jones, here for the experiment briefing. Are you Dr Braden?"

 

[mbs91721]

“Yes Cassie, I’m Dr. Braden but it’s Marcus from now on. Please have a seat.”

As Cassie moved toward the plush leather chair in front of his desk, Marcus took notice of her appearance. It was apparent she really didn’t care about how she looked, no make up, her hair flying all over, her clothes geared more for comfort than style. A smile crawled across his face, Cassie would be the perfect subject.

“I know you must have a million questions, Cassie, but if it’s ok with you, I have a few questions for you. Once we’re done with that, I’ll explain what’s going to happen over the first three months of your stay. It’s going to be lots of information so,”Marcus slid a legal pad and a pen across the desk, “please feel free to take notes.”

He wondered if she picked up on his mentioning only three months instead of six. Unlike the rest of the volunteers, Marcus planned to keep Cassie on campus for only those first three. If his special treatment worked as he hoped, the remainder of her “study” time would be spent at his country home. After those three months it would be their country home.

“Actually Cassie, I have only one question for you. What do you want to change about yourself?”

 

[emari]

Settling in the chair, feeling the finery of the leather, Cassie considered the question.

There were a thousand ways she could answer. The obvious things that magazines claimed everyone should want to change -- slimmer hips, bigger breasts, better skin – all of them would be true though none of them were things she thought about regularly. Then there were the big things, wanting to be smarter, have the self discipline to work out every day and keep a good diet instead of only going to the gym once or twice a week when she felt guilty about binging on pizza, to never be jealous of her friends successes – but none of those were things science could fix and surely Dr Braden—Marcus was asking because it related to the trial which meant he was looking for a psychological answer. Unless she was overthinking it.

Twisting a lose strand of hair around her finger, Cassie decided it was best not to risk looking foolish. “I’d like to be more confident,” she said. There. That was sensible. Not a petty goal or a wildly unrealistic one that would make her look foolish in front of a handsome doctor who no doubt saw a dozen girls like her in his office daily as part of the program. “So, am I right in guessing that this study is a psychological one?” she commented, with a teasing smile. She knew the goal of the study had to be kept secret so as to keep the results authentic, but she couldn’t resist her curiosity or the impulse to prove that she was smart enough to come up with a plausible theory – that she hadn’t just signed onto the program because it was a way to make a living and she couldn’t get a proper job.

 

[mbs91721]

Cassie’s answer and her follow up question only validated Marcus’ selection of Cassie to be his subject. The majority of young women would have responded with changing something about their physical appearance. After all, wasn’t it something about their body that made them invisible to men? However, Cassie was astute enough to recognize that confidence was the key to success. To Marcus, a confident woman was a sexy woman. Her interest in the nature of the study told him she was not only curious but also intelligent. A confident, curious and intelligent woman was exactly what Marcus wanted.

“Yes Cassie, this is basically a psychological study but there are certain physical and emotional elements to it as well. The journey which you’re beginning to embark on will deal with all three of those areas. I will be your guide throughout and the combination of exercise, diet, one on one counseling sessions and the supplement, I’m confident you will see an amazing transformation. And not just a physical one.”

Marcus paused for a moment to allow her a moment to take it all in. He hoped his enthusiasm would be contagious and she would accept the challenges he would throw at her. Of course, his supplement was designed to make her more receptive to his influence. The change in her mental attitude would be subtle and she would never suspect that at the end of the study, she would be under his complete control.

“So, Cassie are you ready to start this journey with me?”