Bare Pet: The story of a lesbian girl - Hanging around

XI.


I was very happy that the first week was finally over on the pediatric ward. Not that I didn't like children but the head-nurse and most of the senior nurses made our lives miserable. We really did all the dirty jobs but we didn't learn anything about our would be profession.
The rest of my field-work time was spent in the casualty department. The very first positive thing was Doctor Vale who greeted us with a warm smile when we got to the trauma ward. I had met with him before, to make everything clear regarding my short visit in the hospital after my accident. He still japed me whenever we ran into each other. He kept telling me that I looked 14. 
In trauma there was a different system for us students. They posted two of us to a nurse who was our tutor. We had to follow their schedule and did as they told us what to do. 
I was lucky because my supervisor was a nice woman called Victoria. She was very informal and she did everything together with us. I learned quite a lot from her. 
She was a bit melancholic. I never saw her smile during our first three days working together. Later I figured out that she had broken up recently with her husband. 
Nurse Victoria was a very attractive woman in her early thirties. She wore her chestnut hair in a fuzzy Cleopatra style. Her eyes were large, warm, and brown. She had a very pretty nose in her oval face giving her quiet an aristocratic expression. I loved her mouth. Her lover lip was thicker than the upper and somehow pouty. She was petite but not small. She had slim waist with nice round tits and a tight, sporty butt. I was attracted to her at once.
My partner, Ashley was the star of our class. She was the best in everything. I liked her but had the feeling that she didn't like me, probably because I wasn't as dedicated as she was. Nevertheless we got along with each other pretty well. 
Ashley was a very tall, skinny girl. We looked very strange next to other. She had reddish hair, which she mostly wore in a ponytail. She had hazel eyes, and triangular shaped face. Her thin mouth sported a very light pink color, that matched with her pale skin and hazel eyes.
After my aunt evicted me from her house I moved into Samantha's flat, but we agreed that it would only be temporary. Neither of us wanted to give up our independence. The only missing thing was money to get my own residence. Since my mother--after she discovered the reason my aunt put me out-- practically cut me off without a shilling. All of my income was the stipendium, and that was barely enough for food. 
After my third day was over in the trauma ward, I met Christine in the parking loot. Nurse Victoria had the morning shift and so I was able to leave at 1 o'clock. Christine greeted me with a hug and we kissed deeply and passionately right after I got into her car. I told her everything that happened during the past twelve days when she left me. She didn’t say anything but asked about the weight.
"Did you wear it regularly?"
"Well not when I was working. My uniform frock is way too short. I even broke my promise what I made to Sam and wore panties..."
"I think I can help you getting some money. There are tests in the lab..."
"Will they test drugs on me?" I interrupted her.
"You can choose what risks you take. There are a lot more opportunities other than drugs. For instance there aren't any risks in the psychological tests." said Christine when we reached her secret house. "Let me measure your lips before I will lose my mind!"
We went down into the basement where I dropped my clothes. Christine put on two identical weights on my rings then she measured every dimension of my labia. There was a noticeable difference in the length of them. She went to the computer and entered the data. I followed her and sat on her lap to see what she was doing.
"What have you found?" I asked her scrutinizing the confusing tables and data.
"How long did you wear it usually?" she asked instead of answering.
"About 5 hours a day." I leaned close to her neck and kissed her. "Will you get the Noble Prize for stretching my labium?"
"Not yet" she smiled and kissed me back gently on my mouth. "You gained 15 mm difference. Which is only temporary, but usually you can count with one-fifth of that to be permanent."
"Very interesting" I teased her. I reached into her blouse for her tits and massaged them with a circular motion, "It’s not very nice to keep me here naked while you’re still dressed!"
"I get your point!" 
She unbuttoned her blouse and I immediately latched onto her erect nipples. 
"Slow down!"
She made me stand up while she quickly took off the rest of her clothes. She was dripping wet when I touched her floppy lips. We got down on the cold floor and I eagerly sucked her nipples while I crinkled her meaty pussy with my hand. She reciprocated by playing with my tits. She pulled and tugged them with her expert hands. When she started to concentrate on my nipples I felt the approaching wave of my climax. 
Since she had numbed my pussy, my only source of pleasure was playing with my tits and fisting my almost sensationless vagina. Living with this state had changed my body somehow. It was like loosing one sense organ and having the other senses getting better to compensate. I could easily get off playing with only my tits these last three weeks spent with a dead pussy. 
Now when I felt my nipples rolling between Christine's long fingers I exploded. When I had my orgasm, I lost control and I bit her nipple sharply. She squealed like a little pig and her body arched and she climaxed as well.
We got back on our feet after regaining ourmposure. We kissed and she led me to a narrow bed or more exactly an examination table. She wanted to me to lie down, but I decided to do something kinky with her first. I hugged her and pulled her with me to the table while kissing. I opened the straps and when I managed to get atop of her, I pinned her wrists down with her arms stretched out straight above her head. Before she could mange to do anything, I put another strap around her waist.
She was furious. She tried to free herself; she was squirmed and flounced herself. I secured both of her restraints making sure that she wasn't able to get out of them. She kicked wildly with her legs, while I was trying to secure her upper extremities.
"Petra! You will regret this! I'm not into this kind of stuff!" she sounded serious.
"Oh yes you are my dear!" I answered through clenched teeth while I managed to put on a loop onto her right ankle.
There were chains with hooks on the ceiling and pulleys as well all around the room. I threaded a rope through a pulley that was coiled on a winch. I duplicated this preparation on the other side as well, then tied the ropes that I had looped onto her ankles to the cable. After a bit of experimenting with different switches, I found the right one. 
I turned on the winch that slowly pulled on the cables and neatly spread-eagled Christine leaving her with legs widely apart. To avoid leaving ugly marks with the ropes on her ankles I changed them to straps. It wasn't difficult anymore since she couldn't kick with her legs all over. I secured straps around her thighs right at her groin. Now she was completely still and couldn't move any more. She breathed heavily. I noticed that her juices made her crumpled lips shiny. A pulled a chair to the end of the bed and I sat down to adore her pussy. I ducked onto her moist organ and sucked it into my mouth. She moaned while her soft skin moved slowly in and out of my petting mouth. After a while of this I changed tactic. I sucked myself up onto her wonderful labia, and then I held them between my teeth and slowly pulled my head backward. I repeated this on and on until I realized that she was groaning continuously. Then when I sucked her lips in I bit them at the base while moved my jaws left and right. I felt her already stretched muscles tensed and she let out a loud sigh as she got over the top. I let her relaxing a bit while I got two more straps. This time I pulled her huge lips to her thigh and fixed it to a widely stretched position. I started to lick her exposed clit, at the beginning only slowly in circular motion hardly pressing my tongue to it. I increased pressure and then slowly the pace as well. I was not sure when she started to come, but after I noticed she kept coming continuously for minutes. She swooned as usual. I didn't let her any time; I inserted my fist into her vagina. I stood up to reach her tits and while I fucked her I chewed on her nipples. She moaned loudly with closed eyes and opened mouth. I felt some of her climaxes, but I didn't care more about her pleasure. I just enjoyed doing this with her. After a while I fucked her with both hands, making her screaming like hell. When I got back my composure I realized that I should make a pause. Christine wheezed with closed eyes. She was able to fall asleep in this position as well. I got a thin string and I tightly whipped around the base of the clit a few times. Christine's clit was about a size of a pea. She raised her head to see what I was doing with it.
"You are a pervert Petra!"
"Am I?" I smiled when I looked into her eyes. I noticed the playfulness in them.
"It hurts!" she exclaimed. Her tiny organ got purple for the time I finished. I flicked it with my tongue "Shit! It hurts so good!"
I got two another strings and I did the same thing with her nipples. I pinched and flicked them. Then I used a third string to tie the three bounded parts together. Her clit stretched upwards towards her downward stretching nipples. She was in pain as I plunked the string what kept her privates tied together.
"I go up and make some sandwiches" I leaned to her while I whispered into her ear and kissed her on her neck.
"You can't leave me like this!" She pleaded. I shrugged and I untied the ropes what kept her legs widely stretched.
"I think I take a swim before I make those sandwiches!" 
"Don't be so mean to me! Petra you little sadistic bitch!" she shouted as I walked out of the room.
I don't know why exactly I did this to her, but I enjoyed it. I really got into the swimming pool and I swam for a while. Later on I dried lying on the late afternoon sun until it went down. I prepared the sandwiches and I just wanted to go down when I got a glance on a candle. I took it with the matchbox what was next to it and went to see Christine. I plunked on the string making her cry out. I decided to fist her once more. I started with two fingers and as her pussy reacted with more lubrication I could slip my hand easily. Obviously she was in great pain because of her tied clit and nipples, but at the end she came. I licked up all of her juices, and then lit the candle. She let out a loud moan when the first drop of hot wax hit her bounded clit. I carefully covered her entire sex with wax. I let it cool out a bit and then I rubbed it off. I covered her nipples with the wax and again I removed it causing a lot of pain in her bounded and stretched nipples. I cut the string what stretched her nipples and clit towards each other. She let out a loud scream, and then I unfastened her hands, waist and thigh. I helped her sat up. She massaged her arms while stared down at her tied nipples.
"That wasn't funny at all!" she looked up at me.
"I will give you a massage after we eat."
"Untie these first! My hands are too numb to be able to do it!"
I removed the strings from her tortured body. It must hurt like hell as the blood flow started again. I noticed a teardrop in the corner of her eyes as she sat there with clenched teeth while I unreeled the strings. We got into a robe and ate the dinner. After that as I promised I oiled up her body and massaged it thoroughly. We had to go back, so we collected our clothes from the basement room.
"Have you seen this?" Christine pointed to her bloodshot swollen nipples "What should I tell to my husband?"
"I don't know," I shrugged "I bet you have some kind of a magic cream to quicken the healing..."
"Come over here! Let me put on the weights! When was your period over?"
"What weights? I have the weight in my bag..." I cocked my eyebrows "My period? It was just over 2 days ago. Why?"
She opened the drawer and knelt down front of me and started to manipulate on my lips. I saw a strange clamp in her hand and some kind of an electric device. She had a sphere and a ring by hand. The sphere was about 8-10 cm in diameter. There was a flash when she finished, but I didn't get it what she did. She let it free when she was ready and my eyes widened when I felt its weight. I couldn't feel it on my lips but it was kind of uncomfortable sensation all around my groin as my whole skin stretched.
"What do you want to achieve with this? A new world record in labia size?" I stared down at my extremely stretched pink skin "This is heavy!"
"Yes. I agree. It is 2 kg. Don't worry your lips can handle this! I think you don't mind having large labia, do you? But don't forget to use the cream!" she handed over a new jar of the mysterious ointment, what according to her helped to avoid stretching the piercing hole. "You cannot remove this, like the other one!"
"What?" as I sat in the car the weight bumped to the side of the seat "See? It is not possible to wear an anvil between your legs!"
"It is not that big. Anyway you don't have a choice!" she started the car while I turned on the passenger light on my side and examined the weight.
"What?!" I wondered "How did you put this on? It is made of one piece!" The weight and the ring what went through both of my labia looked like they were cast as one single object. I was not sure what kind of material was it.
"It just looks like that, but the ring was separate. The ring is made of a special body-friendly material. I put it together a few minutes ago, but they will stay like that until I get back to you. I go for a vacation..." 
"I can hardly walk with this! What am I supposed to do in the swimming pool? I can't live with this! You cannot do this!" I protested desperately.
"You gave your word that I can do whatever I want to do to you!" refering to the oath I made to get her in playing with Samantha. "If you wear a jean-skirt or some kind of skirt made of thick material in reasonable length, nobody would notice..."
"And how am I supposed to walk? Sure they notice!" I was in despair "And what about Sam? We live together!"
"It is the same story as my bloodshot clit and nipples!" she retorted with a shrug.
We kept arguing until we got back to Sam's flat. I got out of her car feeling the inertia of the weight as I jumped out. It banged to my thigh and shot pain into my pubic region up to my guts. I walked up and down on the pavement to prove my right. Christine looked out of the car and spread out her hands.
"You cannot walk with a watermelon between you legs!" I said to her when I stopped next to the car.
"Well you’ll have to learn to!" she moved her hand around to show the empty streets "There’s nobody on the streets; you may walk a bit more..."
I realized then that I really was going to have to learn how to move with this damn cannonball, otherwise I was doomed. So I walked to the next corner and back. Christine smiled at me and got out of the car. She stepped next to me from a few meters distance and commented every step. I slowly learned that instead of trying to keep my legs wide, I had to wear the ball so that it stayed in front of me, bouncing from thigh to thigh with each step.
"You are really cute trying so hard to learn how to walk all over again!" Christine told me when she kissed me before she got back into her car.
"I feel ridiculous, NOT cute!" I shot back angrily.
"Here are the keys of the house!" she handed over her keys. "In case you want some privacy."
Christine left and I stood there with my 2 kg problem between my legs. I had no idea what to do. First there was Sam. I slept naked and we often moved around in the flat unclad. The idea came suddenly and before I entered the flat I lifted my skirt and pushed the ball inside my pussy. It was huge. Most definitely bigger than my fist. 
Furthermore, I couldn’t feel the exact area, so I couldn't control my muscles to keep the sphere inside. I wasn't sure that I could do it anyway since it was too heavy. At first it slipped out, but then I pressed my thighs together and walked like I had to pee. Because she was in the habit of pulling the sheet off of me, I slept with the damn thing inside me for two weeks.
The next day I was alone in the flat because Samantha was at work and Victoria had the night shift. I didn’t have to go to the hospital until the evening. I experimented with various ideas to deal with the weight, but the best thing I could do was to keep it jammed up my pussy. The problem was that I couldn't hold it inside, it kept slipping out and my panties couldn't hold the weight. 
At last I made a bandage. I put a belt on my waist and tied a broad cloth to the very middle of the belt on my back and threaded the textile between my legs to the front where I tied the other end to the belt. This was one heavy duty g-string. Finally, I was able to conceal my weighty secret. With this method the problem was that it kept the ball right into my entrance and after a few days I noticed that I dilated considerably. 
When my ball suspender wasn't tight enough it happened that a thoughtless movement allowed the ball to slip out and yank on my lips and guts. For the first few days my entire groin and lower abdomen was in uncomfort from the stretching. After a week or even better two, it began to be bearable and I felt only the slightest discomfort in my guts.
At the end of the next week I started in the morning shift and Sam was still at home so I couldn't prepare my suspender at home. I didn't want to do it anyway since my vagina was in a bad condition from the huge ball. There wasn't any pain since my vagina was still numb but it was red and swollen. In point of fact it actually was inflamed. 
I decided to let the ball hang. But when I stepped out of the house after the first few steps on the street, I realized that I could not do it. It was impossible to work or do anything at all with the cannonball dangling between my legs. 
By the time I reached the hospital I had a plan in my mind. I didn't put on my uniform. I went directly to talk to Victoria. I told her that I would like to postpone the fieldwork because I had some problems within my family that I had to clear. Well actually that was true, because my mother did not want to talk to me anymore after she discovered my true nature. 
I decided to hide myself at Christine's hideout while she was away. 
Victoria showed great understanding and promised to support me as much as she could. I told her about my plan to work in the hospital in the nightshift during the last year of school. She escorted me to the head-nurse who agreed to postpone the second part of the practice but she told me that I needn’t anticipate much hope for the job. Victoria tried to comfort me as she accompanied me to the elevators. We agreed to talk on the phone the next week.
I wrote a note to my beloved Samantha, it felt hard to lie to her. But it served the greater good of protecting her from a greater disappointment. 
The only money I had was what I got from my broken bike. We didn't get a stipend for the métier from the school, just some money from the hospital itself. We would receive that only after the fieldwork was over. Half of my money was already gone and there was still the train ticket to purchase. 
The train station was really far from the small village where Christine's house was located. There was a bus but I wanted to save the price of that ticket as well. I was still going to have to buy some food while I stayed there. 
It was very difficult to walk with the damn ball and tiresome. It was late in the afternoon when I reached the house. I had walked about 4 hours. My groin and guts was in agony and my lips looked like a stretched plastic bag. Fortunately there was plenty of food in her fridge. It lasted almost for a week. I bought only bread in the meantime. On the next week I barely had something to eat since I had eaten most of the food from the house.
I had a bad experience with the pool. It took me a few strokes for getting comfortable with the extra weight. I was proud for my performance. It was more difficult to swim with the weight.
I stayed naked all day. I let the ball to do the job that Christine planned. I enjoyed myself. I read, watched TV, swam, sun bathed and played a lot with my tits to keep myself satisfied. During the extreme week my pussy had dilated a lot. I couldn't believe how easily I could slip my fist inside me. Still, I couldn't get the thought out of my mind that maybe I had ruined myself. I took comfort in the idea that I could reclaim my tightness with some training after my senses came back. I had a nightmare that my pussy remained numb forever. That would be the worst thing that could happen to me. In the meantime I really enjoyed fisting myself. I even did it with both hands!
During the second week of my exile, there was some bad weather. Despite the cold and the wind I went out for swimming and I was about to finish when I saw the gate open and an old car drove in. It was the gardener and the cleaning lady. I jumped out of the pool but I couldn't reach the house in time, so I got under the pinewood not far from the pool. It prickled badly as I slipped under the dripping branches. 
I lay there and watched as the gardener started to mow the grass. The cleaning lady who was probably his wife told him that the house was open. They discussed this while I was under the tree freezing from cold. 
The gardener did a very painstaking job with the grass. It started to rain when he was about to collect the small heaps of grass. I couldn't believe how long did they mooned along. At last they left but they locked the house! 
There I was standing in the cold rain, completely naked with a 2 kg ball attached to my labia minora, locked out from the house. I was desperate. I run back and forth around the house hoping to find some way to get inside. 
At last I realized that the small window to the basement was still open. It was a window what can be swung out and left a gap of 25-30 cm. I put my head inside and then my hands. I reached out to grab the pipe what was running under the ceiling and pulled myself inside. It was tricky to slowly work myself inside especially when my ass stuck. It was rather complicated but it slipped past with a tug of my arms. With the very same movement the ball caught at the corner of the frame. In that very moment when my body was hanging between the window and the pipe I was sure that I was about to lose my lips. I couldn't move and I felt my hands loosing their grip and my muscles could not held any more. I don’t know how long I struggled there but it was way too long. 
Desperately I tried to reach back with one of my hand to free the ball. My other hand couldn't hold me any more and I lost my grip on the pipe. I banged to the wall but fortunately the ball got free and I fall head down to the floor. When I got back to my feet I looked down and I realized that the sphere wasn't there anymore. I almost fainted because I thought that it torn off my lips, but then I saw the ring dangling on my tortured skin. 
What had happened? The ring had separated from the ball! Now I could see that the ring was not closed, it had a visible gap on it. I went to the room where Christine put the thing onto me and I used the pliers that she used to open up the ring to remove it. I took a hot bath and then I fall asleep.
My body was covered with bruises and scrapes when I checked myself in the mirror on the next day. I had lost one or two kilos because the lack of food and all of the swimming with the weight. My lips were huge. They dangled between my legs with each movement. I had almost nonexistent labia majora and the pink sheets of skin what were my minora protruded at least 5 cm from my body. I found the view very arousing and I got wet instantly. 
My hands moved down to my sides. They caressed my body avoiding the painful spots. My nipples poked out waiting for the touch of my hand. I caressed myself while looking at the show in the mirror. I massaged my tits and I was thinking on Victoria. It was strange because usually I fantasized about Samantha but now it was the maroon haired nurse who moved in my mind. 
I slipped my hand between my floppy lips. It was like touching somebody else's pussy since there wasn't any sensation from the area. I used my other hand to massage my tits. I squeezed and finally grabbed my nipple. I rolled it a few times between my thumb and index while I pulled it away from my body. I watched as I slipped four fingers into my hole. I moved my thumb under my palm to prepare my hand for full penetration. I felt a distant stretching sensation somewhere deep in my muscles as my knuckles passed my entrance. I started to tug on my nipple and soon the climax occupied my mind for a while. 
I didn't stop. I fisted myself like crazy. It was good to have better access to my entrance without the ever dangling ball. I enjoyed watching my image in the mirror. My juice was dripping on the floor making a small puddle under me. I couldn't tell how the dim stretching sensation remained after I last all of my sensations but it was there and it made me felt good. I pulled on my nipple harder. It was like made of rubber. My perfectly shaped breast looked like a long-drawn-out cone as it followed my nipple. I made circles with it and came real good while adoring my image.
"Having fun?" a voice came from behind. I span around on my heel to meet Christine's gaze.
"You scared me!" I complained.
"What happened to you?" she walked me around a few times.
"I had an accident..."
"And you removed the weight," she added.
"Let me explain..." then my stomach made a noise and I changed the sentence "...over a lunch!"
I was about to dress but Christine had other idea. She started to kiss me from behind and I was on the bed soon. She licked my body all over. She got me very, very excited, and when she slowly sucked in my nipple I was in heaven again. I got off two more times while she petted my tits.
"Who needs that pussy anyway when it can be so good playing on those pretty nipples?!" She was holding my labia in her hand and pulled far, far away from my body. "I can tell that you wore some pretty heavy weights on these darlings!"
"Everybody can tell that!" I commented seeing my lips stretched to extreme length.
"Now let's go to have a meal, and you can tell me about it!" she threw my dress on the bed next to me and gestured with her head towards the door.
I ate a lot while I told her everything. 
She was a pervert because when I mentioned that I quit wearing the ball inside my pussy because I got looser. She rubbed some butter on her hand and shoved her fist into my pussy under the table in the busy restaurant. I noticed the wild light in her eyes as she felt me around her hand. She fisted me for a few minutes and then she licked her hand clean. She pinched my nipple through the dress and she whispered into my ear that we had to go to the toilet at once because she wanted to see it. 
We did. 
She slipped her hand in me as soon as the door closed behind her. She moved her fist in and out with ease. She did all this with increasing pace at the end she used her hands. 
I pulled and tugged my nipples and I came while moaning loudly for minutes. I almost fall into the toilet when the long wave of orgasm subsided. We were not in synchrony because she kept fisting me for a while. We left the restaurant and got back to her place.
"I understand you need the money. I think there is one great experiment just right for you." She mentioned on the way home.
"What kind of experiment?"
"Well actually there is an experiment which is quite interesting. It is a bit on the sci-fi side. It is an experiment for the space research. It's run in our lab with five candidates, from different age groups."
"What do I have to do? And how much would I get?" I asked her.
"There were very successful test series with primates. It is about hibernation..."
"I read about it. You want me to freeze me in for years?"
"No it is not like that. There were a couple of side effects and one of it was a remarkable regeneration of the cells. You can say it is getting back in time."
"What? They got younger from the hibernation?"
"Yes. A few months meant years for some of the cells with certain special conditions." She smiled at me and she couldn't stop talking. She explained the whole theory.
"I will show you a few things when we get in the lab." She said at the end of her monologue. I nodded and my head was spinning from the information what I just heard.
Basically they will cool down the body for certain periods and apply different hormones during the low temperature phase. They claim that certain cells rejuvenate from this treatment. Christine explained me how is it possible but I hardly understood it.
"I believe it must be dangerous if they pay so much!" I commented.
"There is a great risk being cooled down. It is very common that death occurs under the low temperature period or when they warm back the body..." she looked serious "There are people who are good candidates for hibernation. It is a kind of personal insensitivity. I studied publications about tests how they can tell about this..." Christine looked into my eyes and a shadow passed through her features "I've failed. I am not a good candidate."
"So you want me to do the test?"
"Yes. There is only 0.1% of the population is a so-called suitable candidate. This would be a great opportunity for you!"
"To die?" I asked sarcastically.
"There is another test for you. It runs in our lab but it is done for the cosmetic research department. It is about body hair removal..." she added.
"How much do I get for it?" I cut into her sentence.
"We should ask, but I would say you can rent a room from that for a couple of months at least."
"I'm in." then I got an other thought and I added a question "And what about my age?"
"Usually we have regular volunteers, mostly from the university and when they are on record we don't bother to check the ID again" she replied. "I will put you in the computer and there you go!"
She hummed and hawed as she examined the ball and ring. She determined that it was the adhesive that had given way. She made a phone call and soon we were on our way to the laboratory. She put me in the computer and then she showed me where I would have go. A middle-aged woman told me a few things and I had to fill out a form. Then they directed me to an examination room where I had to wait a few minutes. Soon a nurse entered and told me to undress. She said she needed to take some pubic hair for the examination. I flashed her my bare pubes. Her eyes widened and she shrugged her shoulders. She told me to let it grow at least 3 days and come back then.
In the other department Christine helped me to fill out a form for the psychological profile to qualify me for the hibernation test. They took blood samples and two doctors examined me thoroughly. When I was through Christine drove me back to the station. In the afternoon I was already with Samantha in the swimming pool. Even without the weight and the rings my elongated lips and furless pussy were the subject of some curious glances in the locker room. Samantha was shy and she covered herself with a towel.
"Is it just my imagination or are your lips really getting bigger?" she asked me as we were coming out of the shower.
"Don't start this again!" I warned her. "You promised me once that you wouldn't bring up this subject again!"
"All right, but they are so floppy and..."
"Sam!" I interrupted her. "Just look at yourself!" and with that I whipped off her towel. I got a close view on her sexy pussy with the very short pubic hair. I grabbed one end of the wet towel and I flogged her on her bum.
"Hey! Stop that..." she jumped up as the towel hit her again.
She caught the other end of the towel and tried to pull it away from me but I didn't let it so our naked bodies bounced to each other. To keep our balance we hugged each other for a moment. It was only a fraction of a second until our naked bodies pushed to each other, but I was in heaven. I watched her eyes and saw them spark with passion. A tiny sign that, maybe, someday she could be mine. We giggled but there was something in the air. Something had changed.
As we walked back home I mentioned to her about the experiment for the hair removal and the hibernation as well. I told her to join, because it would be more fun if we can go there together. She said something about being shy, so she declined.
On the next day Samantha asked me to meet her at the shop because she wanted me to help her wax her pubes. I enjoyed immensely hustling on her pussy. I got so turned on from this that I almost had a spontaneous orgasm. I felt my juices on the inner sides of my thighs. I poured a huge amount of lotion into my hand and slowly spread it on her irritated, red skin when she was clipped and smooth. I rubbed the cream slowly onto her mons. I didn't avoid her crumpled lips or her slit. I let my hand slip a few times close to her clit, but without touching it directly. I noticed that her head bucked backwards and her breath got deeper. I was sure that she was too excited to be able to stop me, but then the phone rung and the spell was broken.
We didn't speak about this incident. We both considered it was something that had happened at a unique moment. I thought about this occasion a lot. What could I have done? What could I do more? Samantha hadn’t changes. This was bad and good all at once. It was good because it meant she was not angry with me in any way. It was bad because she had not indicated that it was something what she wanted.
I noticed a tingling sensation in my crotch and when I spoke with Christine she told me that it was the sign of regeneration. It was the faintest light at the end of a very long tunnel.
When I talked to Victoria on the phone she told me great news because she managed to get me a job for nightshifts and for the weekends. I got back to the hospital to finish my field experience. When I met with Victoria in the ready room she looked into my eyes and put her hand onto my shoulder.
"We have to talk!" She gestured towards the chair and sat behind her the desk. "Maybe I can get you a job for the nightshift, but I have to ask a few things. Don't take this to your heart," she looked down and examined her nails "I just asked things because you will be my responsibility."
"It's all right." I assured her.
"I saw you about a week ago just before you left us with a girl…”
"Really?" I didn't know what occasion she was referring to.
"Yes. Down in the parking..." she seemed to be hesitating whether she could ask me more or not.
"You mean my sister?" I blushed. My face got in flames within a second.
"I don't think that she was your sister..." she cocked one eyebrow. It was a point-blank accusation.
"If it was so obvious, why do you ask?" I snapped at her.
"I wanted to hear it from you!" her eyes shone up as she talked. She was waiting for my response and the silence started to last too long.
"Well what should I tell you?" I asked on a hoarse tone.
"The truth" she said dryly.
"I have a strange relationship with Christine. We experienced lesbian sex with each other." I confessed with a sight. My face couldn't be any redder.
"Was it just sex, or you are really in love with her?" Victoria was very curious.
"No." I shook my head "It is just sex. At least from my side." I added.
"Do you do it for money?"
"No!" I cried out "Hell, no!" I jumped up and started to walk up and down in the small room.
"You don't have to overreact this!" She grabbed my hand and pulled me back into the chair. "Sit down and relax!"
"I am not a whore!" I interrupted her angrily.
"Sorry my dear!" she tried to calm me down "I thought you might have financial problems..."
"How do you know, that?" then I tried to correct myself "I mean why do you think so?"
"Why? It is not very common for a seventeen year old to ask for a job in the nightshift next to school."
"Even that, doesn't mean that I have sex for money!" I pointed again.
"It would be a logical step..." she muttered between her teeth. "You are not an ordinary seventeen years old."
"Will you please stop it!" I snapped at her "I didn't do it for money."
"Then why do you do it?"
"For joy!" I responded simply. "I think you went too far with this topic."
"Please show some respect!" she got up and stopped at the door "Don't forget that I am your boss! Now come with me!"
She escorted me to the bureau where they gave me the papers that I had to fill out for thejob. Victoria left me there without a word. I couldn't even say thank you to her.
I went to the laboratory when I had visible stubble on my pussy. I had to wait before I met with the same nurse in an examination room who had sent me home before. She plucked 12 pieces of hair with a clip from my pubes. She put it in a test-tube. Then she gently put on some thick grease on my groin. She used a regular hairdryer to blow hot air onto the area. She kept asking me whether it was hot. 
It was hot, but not uncomfortably. The exposed sensitive parts were too numb to feel any heat. I think she noticed that I had an extreme toleration for pain, but she didn't ask about it. The session with the hairdryer took about 30 minutes. I was instructed to take a shower. The grease with the fur became like sand from the heat and it was easy to wash it down. I got very smooth. They gave me an appointment to come back on the next week. My smooth hairlessness lasted about 3 days. It was really good.
Christine asked me to meet her. She said it is very important. We drove to the city and went to the University. On the Electro-physics department we got into the auditorium with at least two dozens of other people. The presentation was about some kinds of electromagnetic devices, but I didn't have a clue why did she took me there. 
They showed some tests too. They attached the small instrument to a weight what was on a scale and weighted 10 kg. The device was about the size of a bean. Then they attached the bigger device to a mount that they put above the weight. The bigger device was about the size of a matchbox. When they switched on the device the scale showed as the weight was lifted. When they removed the little part from the iron weight. With the same settings the scale only showed 1 kg less. I didn't see the point because electromagnetism wasn't a new thing. Maybe the small size...I didn't understand as well why it didn't magnetize the iron the same way as an electromagnet should. The small cylindrical device that was attached to the weight had a battery inside and some circuits. At the end of the presentation Christine got to one of the lecturers. She gave her a few papers and he gave her three small boxes.
"Why we were here?" I asked her in the car.
"I wanted these little toys!" she answered with a big smile. "Now we get some shoes for you!"
"For what?" I just didn't understand her.
"You said you want white clogs for the hospital work," she replied.
We bought a pretty pair of white clogs. Some of the nurses had clogs and it was good for me because of the extra height what it gave me. By my surprise Christine didn't give it to me. 
"Tell me why these electromagnets were so special?" I asked her on the way home.
"A normal electromagnet is just like a magnet, but this one here works differently. It magnetizes the other pole very strongly. It has a capacitor and with some smart circuitry it creates a pulsated magnetic field. The point is that both of the devices must be in the very same frequency. With this trick it doesn't need high voltage. It consumes less electricity and it can be run by a battery," she explained.
"I like that you’re so smart!" I said. When we stopped she threw the bag with my clogs to the back of the car.
"You can have it when you come to the lab. You will come on the next week, won't you?" She told when she dropped me off at Samantha's flat.
It was very hot that afternoon and we decided to go to the lake after Sam finished at the shop. Being late in the afternoon and a working day the lake wasn't crowded. The few people who were there had big eyes when we got out of the water in our see-through bikinis. The sun was already on the horizon, but it was a very warm evening. After a dinner we got back to the deserted strand. It was completely dark, with thousands of stars shining above us.
"Let's get naked and take a swim!" I suggested.
"Naked?" Samantha echoed with doubt in her voice. "I don't know..."
"I know." I jumped up and reached for her hand to pull her up. I helped her out of her clothes and I got out off my dress as well in no time.
"What if somebody would steal or clothes?" she asked and broke my dash with a pull on my hand.
"God!" I sighed "Then I’ll put them in the car."
"And where will you put the key?"
"I’ll hide it around the car," I shrugged and moved with the clothes in my hands to where we had left the car.
"Don't leave me here!"
It was exciting to walk naked up and back from the car. We swam quite a lot. There were small platforms standing in the deep water probably for the anglers. We climbed up on one of them. It was so nice and warm that we didn't even feel cold when we were laying there wet. We stared at the stars and I put my head onto her shoulder and crossed my arm over her naked frame my hand resting on her belly. We didn't talk nor move. It was absolutely peaceful. 
I slowly moved my hand a few centimeters down and stopped. The tips of my fingers rested on her furless mons. I didn't move for a while then I turned my hand inside out and with my bent back fingers I slowly caressed her body towards her neck. I moved my hand to her face and drew my index around her chin. I circled my finger around her neck then I outlined every inch on her face with my exploring fingers. 
I began at her mouth and finished at her left ear. Suddenly I felt her hand move behind me and pull my head towards her. Our mouths touched. I felt the softness of her lips on mine. She parted her lips and my tongue slowly touched hers. I tasted her. I wanted her. My body trembled in excitement. It was one of the most sensational kisses in my life. I slowly discovered her soft feminine tongue. I licked her tender mouth; I sucked gently on her supple lips. 
The whole world was left behind. I felt only her loving mouth and tongue. This was a kiss of true love and passion. We cuddled into an embrace. My face buried between her neck and shoulder. We held each other in an eternal clasp. None of us wanted to break the spell. I felt the warmth of her body. I heard her fast breathing. I sensed her pulse. I smelt her skin. I tasted her mouth in mine. And I knew that she was mine. I knew that she felt the same overwhelming love what filled my entire being.
I couldn't tell how long this lasted. It was Nirvana. It was hard to move, and not just because of the soreness in our bodies that the long peaceful embrace caused. It was a pain to break this miracle. We both raised our heads and kissed again, slowly and passionately, tasting and feeling each other like no one before. 
I realized that her erect nipples pushed to me as we broke our kiss. I held her neck with one arm and bent her head backwards to get access to her delicate neck. My tongue played with increasing fierceness around her soft skin. I raised my head and I caressed her face with my outspread fingers, while my mouth moved along her collarbone to her side. I dug my finger into her fair hair. It was already dry. I lowered her slowly down on the crude boards of the platform. I caressed her from head to toes with my spread out fingers. I let only my fingertips touch her. She bent her body in an erotic arch, her skin shivering, her nipples hard and erect. 
I touched them occasionally as I moved my hands. After a few more strokes I moved my hands to her sides and drew circles on her soft tits with my fingernails. The circles got smaller and smaller. Finally I circled around her large protruding nipples. Testing them as I drew a finger or thumb over them, barely touching her skin. 
Suddenly she grabbed my wrists and held my hands to her soft orbs. I grabbed them, closing and pulling my fingers together to enslave her nipples in my grasp. I held her erect buttons between all my fingers and thumb, pulling them away from her body. I pulled them as hard as I dared before I let them out. Then I put my palms back on her chest and grabbed her divvy nipples again. I kept repeating this for a while. After a while I didn't let out her nipples but I made circles around them while kissing my beautiful lover. Her breath was heavy and I knew that I could make her come. I bent down to her breast and while I didn't stopped circling with the other nipple I started to suck on her nipple. I was surprised when I felt her muscles spasm. There was a trembling run through her body as intense as an epilepsy spasm. She gave out a low groan and then gasped. She pulled my head onto her body, holding me there in a strong clasp until the small quivers of pleasure subsided. As if this wasn't be enough she started to sob. Tears ran down on her cheeks and she embraced me like I was a teddy bear.
"It's all right" she whispered on a hoarse tone "It happens sometimes... I can't control it! I do this after an orgasm..."
Her sobbing abated and we laid there again in a peaceful cuddle. We both fall asleep. We were startled out of our sleep as we rolled off from the small platform into the water. After the first shock we swam around a bit to make ourselves warm up and then we got out since it was already dawn.

