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Trashy Desires - Part 38
🕑 Added 2024-11-02 11:58:46 +0000 UTCA few weeks later, Jewely got off the bus and looked at the giant research facility before her. Her body was tense, but she did her best not to let it show to anyone around her. She knew that she had to play her card perfectly, and there was a chance she could make her wildest fantasy come true.
And to do that, she had to be at her best for one final time.
It had been relatively easy to convince Amelia to meet her for an appointment. Jewely had made up a sad story about having experienced a traumatizing event that she wasn’t willing to disclose in any detail. And how that event had led her into a downward spiral, losing everything she had. She didn’t hesitate to tell Amelia how low she had fallen and how badly she needed help.
Amelia had taken the bait immediately, eager to get into good graces with Jewely’s family for any future funding of her projects.
The way Amelia had jumped to help her, Jewely had even felt comfortable taking it one step further and humiliating herself by begging Amelia for bus money to get to the facility. She had gotten the money without any hesitation, feeling relief as it meant she could buy a few more bottles of cheap booze after her appointment. Jewely’s funds really were tight after blowing everything on her ridiculous lips.
Now, she approached the gate to be let into the facility. Not wanting to push things too far, Jewely had chosen not to tell Amelia about her new name, instead pretending that she was still going by her boring legal name. It felt foreign to her to say it out loud for the first time in many months. She didn’t feel connected to that name at all anymore. It was a distant memory to be known as Constance, almost as if it had only been a dream. Jewely felt revolted by it, her entire being now rejecting the person she had once been.
It was time for her to get rid of the last shred that still connected her to her previous awfully dull existence.
Once inside, Jewely was told to wait for Amelia to pick her up. A few minutes later, she saw Amelia enter the waiting area and walk by without a glance. Jewely felt the heat rise between her thighs as she realized watched Amelia look around the room in confusion. For not even a second did the scientist consider the trashy caricature next to her to be the once respectable woman born into high society. Jewely reveled in the thrill this gave her for a few more seconds before deciding to help Amelia out.
“Hello, Amelia,” she said, feeling another tingle between her legs as she heard her mumbled voice through her huge lips.
Amelia turned to her, and Jewely watched in fascination as the scientist’s face deformed into pure terror as the realization hit her. As much as Amelia desperately tried to get her emotions under control, she still looked like someone going through the most shocking experience of her lifetime. Her mouth tried to form words, but her mind could not formulate coherent words.
“My god, Constance…,” was all she could say as she took in the ridiculous sight before her.
Jewely put on a look of suffering, trying her best to evoke pity from the shocked scientist.
“I know…I told you it's bad…,” she said, acting like she was about to cry.
Amelia had somewhat recovered from her initial shock and now looked at her with the determination of someone about to take on the biggest challenge of their career.
“It’s alright, Constance. I know you don’t want to talk about it.” She gave her a reassuring smile. “Given your extreme circumstances, I’m confident that I will be able to convince the board to give you an extensive treatment. We’re going to fix whatever you need to forget. Don’t worry, everything is going to be ok soon.”
“Thank you,” Jewely replied, “I knew you would help me out.”
Amelia smiled again, although Jewely could see the harsh judgment that Amelia could not cover up. Jewely memorized this expression, eager to remember it later on during her next intense masturbation session.
“Of course! Let’s get you into our lab, and I’ll show you around. Get ready to have your world changed for the better.”
Jewely followed the scientist with a wide smile. Amelia was right: Jewely’s world would soon become a better, more exciting, and arousing place.
But the means with which Jewely aimed to build this world would differ starkly from what the scientist had in mind.
They walked in silence for a while until they reached a control panel in front of a seat that was hooked up with all kinds of cables.
This was it. This was where Jewely could finally get rid of most of her educational knowledge.
