#test subject

SUMMARY: Doctor is in need of a test subject for a rather exclusive experiment

CONTENT: Doctor X GN!Reader, A bit more than slightly suggestive

(Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4)

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“Subject 42 has awoken.” Someone announces as you feel a hand briefly squeeze your shoulder reassuringly. You can feel the glove sticking slightly to your clammy skin as it pulls away. This is when you realize your lack of a shirt, or gown. With what feels like extraordinary effort you open your eyes again and manage to tilt your head slightly to look each way. You can see at least four or five people surrounding you, walking your gurney down a long corridor before the gloved hands of someone at the head of the bed firmly moves your head back to center, shining a light in each eye. It’s hard to gather your thoughts but you think back, can you remember being in any accident? I must be in the hospital obviously, you think. You become aware of the rising beeping of what you can only assume is a heart rate monitor. The hands above you lightly tapping one of your cheeks trying to rouse your full attention. “Take some deep breaths for me. We are almost there.” At this point you finally find the focus to make eye contact with the stranger above you, whose face was mostly obscured by a surgical mask. You do your best to suck in a shakey breath as you burst through a set of double doors. Before you can comprehend what’s happening you’re being lifted and positioned on an operating table by 4 or so masked figures in scrubs. Each arm is stretched out and secured in place before you can begin to think of resisting, the table moves some, and your legs are secured too, albeit in a much more compromising position. Looking down you see your naked body, adorned by a multitude of wires and sensors across your chest and abdomen, you’re not normally shaved bare like this either. You feel movement on one side and look to the left where you see someone pulsing a large syringe into an IV port already in place.

You don’t get to watch for long before your head is being tilted up and back as a mask comes down over your mouth and nose, held firmly in place by strong hands. “You need to calm down, 42, you’ve been through this before. Slow deep breaths. Just let the medicine do its job.” The man spoke in a reassuring tone but nothing he said did anything to ease your rising panic, if anything he added to it. But you didn’t have long to let your thoughts snowball, forseeing your panic the anesthetist had already begun squeezing the rebreather bag, slowly and steadily filling you with whatever plasticly smelling gas was coming through the mask. Just a couple breaths in you’re feeling light and detached. You’re still confused, sure, but no longer feeling the rush to act. You are just a passive passenger in your body, you didn’t know what the many hands touching you were doing but it was none of your concern. You were just along for the ride.

You lost your sense of time long before gaining consciousness in the hallway, unsure and unbothered by how long you’d been breathing in the sweet gas, until now you’re feeling something new, the heavy detached feeling had transformed into something different, you felt very present. Hyper aware of every sensation. You could feel the pull of the sticky pads on your chest and stomach, the wires brushing against your skin with each breath. The air felt so much colder against your exposed genitals, was that wetness?…Oh god, what is that heat building! A groan escapes your lips that I’m not even sure you were aware of as you try to arch your back and wither in your restraints, unable to get far. It all builds so fast! You had no knowledge of how desperately you needed to be touched until you felt the researcher’s gloved hand graze your labia, causing a visible shudder. You started to wonder again what was happening but before your thoughts could progress you were seeing stars…

Not even sexual ones, like of course they would make me horny as fuck but just like them looking at me? OBSERVING me? Writing shit down on their note pad about me??

Wow. Like make me kneel for you and document how long i can hold the position without shaking. Document when my breath gets shaky or how long it takes for me to give up.

Say some naughty shit to me at random times of the day and note down what gets me the most red and flustered. When am i the most perceptive to the filthy shit you say to me?

How long does it take until you can train me into a new kink? What method works best? Denial and edging and only letting me cum to the new fucked up thing ur trying? Or just complete overstimulation? How many days does it take for me to beg for the new filth to be done to me.

God, write down what gets me wet the fastest. After every time you try a form of stimulation for 2 minutes we are done and you take all my vitals. My blood pressure and pulse, my temperature, you take a pic of me to compare how red I got. Check how big and hard my Tcock has gotten. You inspect how wet my cunt is and maybe even the taste. But not for my enjoyment. For your important medical research of course.

Everyone wakes up after they pass out again to a very angry Whumper in a white coat, threatening them for something they have very little control over. Or none at all. Of course. Everyone gets a beating that lasts at least two hours before they are left alone, on the cold floor, their body slowly beginning to mend itself. They have no idea how unnatural this all is. How unnatural they are. How strange it is that their body heals at such a rapid rate.

“The Test Subject” aka my lab rat edit 🥲

By whatiswhump

Song: Can’t Pretend by Tom Odell

"You did a phenomenal job today Whumpee", Doc pulled their gloves off and sat Whumpee up on the table, "very proud of you."

"Thankyou, uhm, c-can I have...."

Whumpee watched Doc hurry out of the room... on to the next examination.

Doc's assistant Toren slid in to the closing door and saw Whumpee lower their head sadly.

"What's the sad face?", Toren lovingly cupped Whumpee's chin, "that was a successful test. Doc left happy."

"I was hoping Doc would let me have some jello. I've been on a restricted diet for a while now. I was hoping for something sweet", Whumpee admitted, "I was hoping for a reward."

"Ah, so that is why you were behaving so well", Toren grinned, "I can message Doc if you want... or..."

Whumpee made a sly grin.

"That's up to you", Toren nodded.

Toren did a few things with Whumpee then got them ready to go back to their room.

Whumpee giggled as they pulled out of Toren's soft grip and ran down the hall.

"No... Whumpee... come back", Toren whispered sarcastically as they looked at their watch.

After a few minutes Toren reached for their phone.

"Hey Doc, uhm, Whumpee escaped", Toren tried not to laugh.

"Whumpee escaped? Why are the alarms not going? Get the guards on it", Doc sighed, already knowing this game quite well.

"It's one of those escapes Doc. You have to go after them", Toren was having a harder time not laughing.

"You trouble makers. I don't have time for this", Doc looked at their computer.

"I know Doc. That's the exact reason... why", Toren went into the exam room, "shit!"

"What now?", Doc started to stand.

"Inhaler. Whumpee's inhaler is still in the exam room", Toren held it and hurried, "it was on the desk. I didn't see it. Where are you? I'll meet you halfway."

"Meet me at the front door", Doc had already started to run, "and for both of your sakes. I hope I find them before an asthma attack happens. Their asthma has been tricky lately, and they're running. This stupid game you both play....", Doc sighed, ".... just meet me at the front."

Whumpee nodded at the guards as they passed the desk and the door.

The guards already knew this game. No real risk to an escape. Whumpee would be brought back in a while.

The phone rang.

"Don't let Whumpee out", Toren was out of breath.

"Th-they just ran out. They gave me the nod", the guard spoke in confusion.

"I know. They don't have their inhaler", Toren hurried, "they have no idea they forg... well, I forgot it."

"Should I go get them?", the guard stood.

"No no, they'll think they're in trouble", Doc ran in.

Toren hears Doc's voice.

"Tell Doc, I have one more flight of stairs and a hallway", Toren gasped, "I'll be right there."

Doc frowned as the inhaler was handed over. Toren gasped for air as Doc ran out the door and into the surrounding woods.

Doc's hidden lab was deep in the forest.

Whumpee knew during this fake escape that they only had permission to go a certain ways out. It was even marked so Whumpee wouldn't go any farther.

Running and giggling, Whumpee wondered if Doc was after them yet.

They looked back for a moment; as they turned back to see the trail ahead they were to late to stop. Their feet caught a giant stick in the pathway.

Whumpee screamed as they fell forward.

"Hhhh *cough* hhhhh" Whumpee gasped.

They had landed on their stomach, all of their air knocked out of them.

They laid their for a moment trying to catch their breath.

"Inhhhh... inhah", they gasped again. Whumpee slid their hand to the pocket, every move hurt.

'Empty?', Whumpee moved around in the pocket, hoping the inhaler would fall into their hand, "hhhahhh!"

Their vision blurred and hearing was echoed.

They reached a hand forward and grabbed into the dirt.

"Hhh, *wheeze* Hhhep", they pulled themself along the ground a few inches.

"Mmm", Whumpee struggled, they rolled onto their side. It felt like every move tightened their chest.

Suddenly, hands were grabbing at them. Something was pushed between their lips.

"Come on, dammit, breath", Doc yelled as they compressed the inhaler again. They wiggled Whumpee around and blew into their face until Whumpee finally gasped in the medicine.

"Hhh, *cough* whheehh, hhh", Whumpee struggled. They looked up at Doc with a dazed look.

"Give it a minute", Doc sat Whumpee up, "let the medicine work."

"Sohhhrry, mmm, hmm", Whumpee whimpered.

"No talking right now, just focus on breathing. That was a very stupid stunt. I know this one wasn't fully your fault because your inhaler should have been in your pocket, but that was very stupid", Doc moved around and prepared to lift Whumpee.

Whumpee melted into Doc's arms and looked up at them with sad eyes.

"I'm not mad at you. Just mad the situation", Doc looked at the stick before they started to walk, "you have scrape marks everywhere. You could have easily passed out or worse.... i-if I had not found you..."

Doc kicked the stick out of the trail. I'm guessing that tripped you. You were pulling yourself even farther down the path in your confusion.

"I-I was?", Whumpee frowned.

"Judging by the markings in the ground, yes", Doc hurried down the trail, "I will hand you over to Toren when we get back. Have them patch you up, I have to finish what I was working on. No more tomfoolery from either of you. Am I understood?"

The lab was in sight, Toren was holding the door open.

"Yes Doc", Whumpee looked down, "but can.."

"No buts", Doc walked through the door and handed Whumpee to Toren.

"Doc, Whumpee has", Toren saw Whumpee trying to fight tears before they hid their face in the crook of Toren's neck.

"You would be smart not to test me", Doc glared at Toren, "fix them."

"Sss", Whumpee whined as Toren cleaned and bandaged.

"You got into a pretty big fight with that stick Whumpee", Toren tried to joke with them to lighten the mood.

"The stick won unfortunately", Whumpee whispered sadly.

"Eh, we will call it a draw", Toren added one last bandage, "alright, you have been mummified."

Toren reported to Doc's office.

*Knock, knock*

"Doc, I just wanted to report Whumpee is fully cleaned and bandaged."

"Good", Doc didn't look up, "I'm not happy with you."

"That's alright", Toren folded their arms across their chest.

"It is, hhm?", Doc looked up with a glare.

"Not much of a fan of you right now either", Toren nodded.

"Oh?", Doc sneered, "tell me about it. What is my offense in this situation?"

"Whumpee has been trying to ask you for jello all day. You have had them on a restricted diet for four months now. Though you have completely left that experiment behind. You left the exam room too quickly and they tried again when you were carrying them back. I also tried when you handed them to me. You idiot!"

"They're not on a restricted diet", Doc reached for their computer with a questioning look.

"Oh, they are. Look for yourself, but I already checked. Four months!" Toren frowned, "they just wanted something sweet."

"Huh", Doc sighed in disbelief, "Uh, well, okay. I'm removing the restrictions. Can you get them some jello, and maybe some ice cream."

"I can and I will, but you have to fix this. You have been really busy lately, you haven't really been spending time with Whumpee or anyone really. And the first time you really notice Whumpee is when they are hurt and upset, and you made it worse."

"Well, I wasn't happy.."

"You can be unhappy with me all you want. I didn't see the inhaler on the desk, and I didn't check their pocket. I will take the blame for that. The last several times Whumpee did this silly escape, it was fun, with no injury. It's not their fault their asthma has gotten worse. They got injured this time. They're human. They're going to get hurt. They're sad and scared right now", Toren turned, "that you need to fix, not me."

"Wait on the jello and ice cream. I have something else in mind", Doc stood, "I'll send you a task. I'll explain it in the note."

Toren nods, "Whumpee is in the playroom."

"Whumpee, are you in the lookout?", Doc scanned the playroom, "Toren said they left Whumpee in here", Doc thought out loud.

The room was set up for the test subjects to get out of their rooms and be with each other.

"I'm right here", Whumpee called down from the tower before standing up into Doc's view.

"Okay, and what will it take for you to come down here on the platform? I've had enough trying to chase you down today", Doc walked toward the lower platform of the lookout tower, "I don't think I can do those stairs. How are you even doing the stairs? You got so many scrapes today, I would be in my room if that were me."

Whumpee cautiously climbed down from the lookout. They sniffle as they sit down on the platform in front of Doc, then quickly dry their eyes on a used tissue they had.

Doc sighed as their heart broke slightly.

"Come here, I have some apologies to make to you", Doc lifted Whumpee from the platform and carried them to a nearby seat.

More tears slipped out of Whumpee's eyes as they were sat down on Doc's lap.

This time, Doc used their lab coat to wipe Whumpee's eyes.

"Alright you", Doc rubbed Whumpee's back gently, "I am so sorry I got after you today. That was not fair to you. I have been so stressed with work that I have not been paying attention to you or to anyone really. Toren got after me a little on this, and I will try to correct myself. I know you were just trying to have fun and get my attention. This escape wasn't like the others, though, was it?"

Whumpee sniffled and nodded.

"We now have your asthma. It, for some reason, has gotten worse. We all have to be a little more responsible about your inhaler, and that includes you. A simple, wait I need my inhaler. Toren and I will also be doing inhaler checks with you as well", Doc watched Whumpee's lip quiver.

Whumpee nodded sadly, "I hate this stupid asthma."

"I know it's annoying, and gets in the way of your fun. I think for our next experiments. We are going to delve into why your asthma has gotten so bad. I'm not mad at you, though. That is very important for you to know", Doc smiled as Whumpee rested against them.

"One last apology, then I have a deal to make with you. You have been on a restricted diet for a long time now. I am so sorry about that. I completely forgot to remove that restriction from you. To make it up to you", Doc pulled out their phone, "I'm going to call the kitchen. They are already waiting for this call. You tell them what you want for dinner tonight. A special treat."

"Hello", Whumpee timidly spoke into the phone when Doc lifted it to their ear.

"Hello baby, what you want to eat tonight?", the chef asked enthusiastically.

"Can I have jello?", Whumpee glanced at Doc.

"You can have jello. What else you want baby", the chef giggled.

"Uhm, uhm, spaghetti", Whumpee looked at the phone, "please!"

"We can do that. How does spaghetti with garlic bread sound. Maybe a small salad with dressing. Of course a bowl of jello", the chef listed off everything. "How does that sound?"

"It sounds yummy", Whumpee kicked their feet, "thankyou."

"You're welcome baby, it will be ready soon."

"Chef, can you make that two", Doc took the phone quickly, "sounds pretty good to me."

"Yes Doc, coming right up."

"Thanks" Doc hung up.

"So, Whumpee", Doc started, "I hope you enjoy that meal, and I have one more thing."

Whumpee looked at Doc curiously, "something else?"

"If you will all give me about an hour and twenty minutes to finish my tasks", Doc looked at their watch, "we will all have a movie night. I have Toren working on the details. You all are going to eat dinner and get in your pajamas. Then the guards will gather you all up. How does that sound?"

Whumpee smiled excitedly, "a movie night? Really?"

"Really really", Doc started to stand. They gently stood Whumpee up, "I just have a few things to finish."

Whumpee wrapped their arms around Doc, "thankyou."

"You're welcome" Doc smiled as they held Whumpee close, "let's get you to your room, so you can be ready for dinner."

Whumpee saw Doc step into the room for the movie.

"Doc, can you sit next to us", Whumpee waved.

Several others also waved Doc over.

Doc grabbed a bowl of popcorn and walked over.

Everyone gathered around once Doc was sitting on the floor.

"Is everyone comfortable?", Doc looked around.

"Yes Doc", everyone spoke in unison.

"Toren, I do believe we are ready", Doc looked up at the assistant with a big smile, "will you join us?"

"I wouldn't miss it", Toren smiled as they grabbed another big bowl of popcorn.

A few of the test subjects crowded around Toren once they were sat down.

"We will have to do movie nights more often", Toren smiled as a few hands cautiously reached for the popcorn, "go ahead, grab some popcorn. It's for all of us."

"I think movie nights are a great idea" Doc nodded, "here get some popcorn", Doc shook the bowl gently.

The lights dimmed and the movie started.

Everyone was quiet except the sound of popcorn being chewed.

Doc looked over the group.

"Whumpee, do you have your inhaler?", Doc smiled.

Whumpee reached into their pocket and held it up, "I remembered."

"That's good", Doc chuckled.

"The movie is starting" Toren whispered.

Doc nodded, "that's not the only thing starting", Doc looked over the group again, "I love you all do much", they whisper.

"We love you too!"

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