Chapter 20: Clinical Recovery

That testing sucked. Am I being allowed to take a hot shower with Anna as a reward? Is Anna here because she wants to be, or are they paying her to babysit me? Do I even care? She is a seriously hot older girl that just gave me her virginity right before my testing.

Me filling up Anna’s energy just before the shower made her extremely horny. She told me she needed to do it to her from behind.

How exactly is that going to work with my three-inch dick and her being taller than me?

She didn’t have any more clue than I did, but, eventually, we did some gymnastics to get everything lined up so I could push into her how she wanted. Once we figured out the right ways to move together, to keep me from popping out, we were off to the races. It lasted a lot longer than our first time. She only got off once before my dick was throbbing as it tried to fire some dead sperm into her.

Did anything even come out? It felt like she sucked my balls empty earlier.

Anna took her time washing me from head to toe very thoroughly.

“David I have no idea what the heck they used on your hair at the hospital, but it did a lot of damage to it. While we wait for the conditioner to try to repair some of the destruction, you are going to pop my ass’s cherry,” Anna told me.

I don’t want to get poop on my dick.

She saw the look on my face, so she leaned over and pulled her butt cheeks wide open so that I could see there was no poop on her butthole.

As Anna worked up a thick later on my dick, she said, “Looks like we better make sure your dick is all soapy so you can clean out any crap that might get on your dick. I am starving, and we aren’t leaving here until you have cum in all of my holes.”

Well, that wasn’t dirty at all. There wasn’t any poop anywhere. I still like doing it the usual way with a girl, though. At least it feels almost like being inside a vagina that I should squirt inside her quickly.

Once we were dried off I found a pair of goggles waiting for me and then Anna handed me a robe.

“You know I used to run around here naked between tests until this skanky old fat bitch complained about having naked teenaged girls running through the halls. She managed to even complain to Jane and then Steve,” Anna told me. “Steve said I had to cut it out because this woman was essential and had a lot of connections that could make it very difficult around here. It turns out that she isn’t important enough to know about people like us.”

She put her hand on my arm as she stopped talking because some people had walked out of a door near us, heading to the elevator. Once they were in, Anna took me off to a different one.

In side continued grumbling, “I mean seriously. We go to a test, get told to strip, the people do their things, they do their job, and then ask us to dress again. I was pretty pissed about it so Jane went to negotiate with the old fat bitch. Surprisingly, the older woman didn’t care if it was almost transparent. She took offense to me being completely naked. Jane didn’t want to risk it, so she got these robes. I found out from Steve later that the old fat bitch had pissed him off for the last time and called a big meeting with her, her boss, and a bunch of big wigs. He threw up a PowerPoint that showed how patients being naked or wearing robes between testing areas decreased the time each patient spend occupying a room by ten minutes per patient. Taking it even further, he had the purchase cost for the various sized of robes, cleaning fees, and having them available. He said his next slide showed the increased revenue, per day, they would make from using bathrobes or allowing patients to remain nude. If I heard him correctly, this change would generate at least ten thousand dollars an hour from their regular testing services. Their specialty ones, with long waiting lists, would be a whole lot more. You know what? I don’t give a damn about the money. I no longer have to undress and dress a dozen or more times a day. That old hag understood the money side and got over her prudish side.”

Anna led me off to another set of elevators where she used her keycard to get call it down to us. This time she pushed a regular button for a floor somewhere in the middle of the building. When we got off the elevator, it looked just like any other set of doctor’s offices inside a hospital.

Why did she stop at that door, grab the side of her robe and curtsy?

As we passed, I glanced to see a humongous old witch giving Anna a look of pure disgust.

YUCK! That woman can’t even be said to be fat. Is she sitting on a loveseat on wheels? I thought those pictures on the monstrously obese women on the Internet were fakes. How does she even get through the door of her office?

Anna had a big smile of satisfaction on her face as she turned to lead me on down to a room where she said we were going to have lunch before I went to more testing.

“I didn’t need to put on a robe after the shower, David,” Anna whispered to me as we walked. “I could have just gotten dressed. I love being as close to naked as I can get. It is funny given how modest I was at school before my accident. I would go into a bathroom stall to change for gym class to keep anyone from seeing my body. I even hated going to doctors because that meant my mom saw me naked. Now I hate how clothes feel against my skin.”

After we made it through a series of doors, that required her keycard, we came to one where she used her card and then put her hand on a hand scanner. After she closed the door behind us, she put my hand on the pad beside the door we just came through.

“Now you get to show off how well you learned how to turn on lights, or other things when the switch was turned off. You will be doing something similar here. These hand pads work on the principle of us pulling power out of infrared and ultraviolet micro LEDs to sign your name. Once you do it a few times, you will be able to look at the pads to make them work. There are a lot of people trying to get their hands on people like us, so we have to have ways to let the security know we are in danger. The first to way is to put your hand on the pad and allow it to read it like anyone else who has access to use these doors. That will alert the super-secret security teams as well as turn on all of the hundreds of hidden cameras that can track every inch of this building, including air ducts. The second is shut off the lights to make your name, but printed, not in cursive. That is a priority 1, nuclear missile attack in progress, world-ending event alert. Jane told me that I used this anytime I felt someone was following me that made me feel like I was about to be abducted or people were in places they should never be able to enter. There have been some incidents in the past, so they are taking no chances. Every floor tied to Steve in any way, however remote, have safe rooms that only people like us get open. Going into one when you have alerted security will cause a complete lockdown that can only be undone by Jane, Steve and a few others like us,” Anna explained as I worked out the lights to turn off for me to spell David in cursive over and over again until the green light came on followed by a beep.

Anna had me open each of the scan pad doors from then on so that I could do it automatically without any pause longer than it would typically take to scan my hand.

“They won’t tell me all of the security countermeasures they have built into these walls. I can’t even see the lines where they will send the energy to trigger them. Steve said that was to protect us from anyone trying to get in by torturing one of us to be able to get past the doors,” she explained. “These are special hallways and doors specifically for those like us that they’ve tested here. All of the others have to go through a maze of passages and security checkpoints. To completely ensure that the staff can’t take anything out of here, they must change into company provided underwear, pants, shirts, and safety shoes. At four different locations, they scan each with different forms of body scanners that use three generations of newer tech than those in airports. Jane has joked many times that it can tell exactly how much longer a woman will be having a period, count the men’s sperm, and know everything they ate in the last twenty-four hours. They even provide the staff with any foods they need for any restrictive diets and free medications. Nothing is permitted to come in or out.”

“Isn’t that against all sorts of laws and labor union stuff,” I asked.

“Probably, but given that they are making at least twice what they could somewhere else, I’m sure they won’t risk their jobs complaining about it to anyone. I heard that when they take time off, there are people who monitor their every move. It is creepy when you think about it. I haven’t read the one hundred-thirteen page non-disclosure contract they signed. Paula told me that if they break any part of it, they are immediately terminated, criminally charged, arrested, and face huge punitive damages. Evidently, by signing the contract, they signed a plea deal that sends them directly to jail as spelled out in straightforward terms,” Anna said as we came to a door that led us into a hallway to the cafeteria. “Don’t even worry about it any David. It won’t be long before you master the skills of telling the truth to any question asked of you while keeping the secrets of people like us completely hidden. I cried for hours every night because of how bad it made me feel when I lied to someone. After a few months, an old friend stayed over and heard me crying. I didn’t tell her what I was lying about, only that I had told a lot of lies. She just said that a lie has to be mostly truth or anyone can quickly tell you are lying. We talked all night. In the morning, it finally clicked in my head what she tried to tell me. I had been thinking about it wrong all along. It wasn’t any different than telling my mom I was going over to a girlfriend’s house for a few hours, but not telling her I am going over to watch porn while we Jill off. I’m not lying about where I am going, only not offering up why I am going. Even if she asked, I could still honestly say we are going to watch a movie.”

I think I have been doing some of that already.

She then said that all of the researchers didn’t even worry too much about the contract because they were doing top-secret research, but had no clue their research had anything to do with people like us. From Anna’s standpoint, it wasn’t any different than the work on the Manhattan Project by the people in Oak Ridge, Tennessee. Few of those people had any clue they were enriching uranium for the nukes dropped on Japan. They came to work, did their jobs, and went home each night.

After some sandwiches, Anna took me through some doors to a room where she told me to take off and hang up my robe. This area was completely secured. The technicians had seen every inch of her naked body many, many times. They were now going to be seeing every inch of mine without me having to even lug the robe around to each testing area. She pointed me to racks with towels to put under my bare butt everywhere I sat down. I went first to a room where my name was showing on the LCD panel outside the door.

As I put the towel under my butt, before sitting on the exam chair, Anna adjusted the lights to be dim enough that I could take off my goggles and not hurt my eyes.

Was the doctor waiting for me to arrive? He came right in without me having to wait for an hour.

Carefully he worked his way in from somewhere in the dark back of the room. It looked like daylight in here to me, but to him, it must have been almost impossible to see.

Just like I was an adult, he came over to me and explained, “We will be putting a rubber mask, molded from your castings you made this morning, to test your levels of light sensitivity. As I haven’t had to do this test personally, I can only relay that the mast isn’t overly comfortable when it is on your face, but not unpleasant. The test will be pretty quick. Afterward, my assistant will come to put some special drops into your eyes. These will allow us to test one possible experimental treatment for your light sensitivity. If successful, it would reduce the amount of time you have to wear dark goggles and glasses each day. Unfortunately, it only works for a few patients. Anna was one of the lucky ones that showed remarkable success using the drops.”

The test was straightforward. I had the mask over my face and then pushed a button that slowly increased the brightness of the light until I said it was started to hurt a bit. He then lowered the light intensity until I said it was too dim to see any of the shapes painted inside the mask. We did it three more times before we established the point where the light was as bright as possible without hurting. After he removed the cover, he reclined the chair and the assistant put in the eye drops. Once they were sure that their eyedrops didn’t burn my eyes, they left.

“They didn’t even say goodbye or anything,” I told her.

Anna put her hand on my leg and said, “Don’t take their manner personally, David. They are scientists first and doctors second. They want to find a way to help their patients and when they find those like us that they can’t fix they write us off. None of them know the eye drops are plain saline instead of the ones which do help some people with light sensitivity. I’m here to try to teach you what I found out I was doing whenever I forgot I needed to put on my goggles. So far, I am the only one like us, at least that Steve knows about, who can do this.”

Anna went through a lot of precise details about how to tell my eyes, or maybe she meant telling the place in my head to say to my eyes, to see less of the light.

I don’t have any clue what the heck she is explaining.

“Sorry David,” Anna said, looking down for a few seconds. “They have had me explaining this to the adults over and over again to see if there is a way they can figure out how to make it work for themselves. Based on the testing they just did, you can see between a half a perfect and eight percent of visible light before your eyes started to hurt. A couple of suggestions are that you try to make a shield for your eyes that is like auto-darkening sunglasses that block out light brighter than eight percent. Don’t try to make a mirror to reflect the light away. I tried that. It made my eyes glow like an alien. It was cool for Halloween, but not so cool other times. You need to expect your body to use a lot of energy when you are first learning how to do it. When I was fourteen, I could go without goggles for two days before I ended up sleeping for days. If you can get it to work, the place in your brain will start automatically adjusting it for the available light levels. Now we are going to have to do some work. I will be raising the light levels to around eight percent. You need to focus on seeing if you can make a shield that blocks out enough light to makes the light comfortable for you.”

Once I was ready, I tried to get my eyes to adjust to the incoming light. When that didn’t work, I attempted to force the pupil to contract. After ten minutes, Anna told me to try something else because the assistant would be back soon.

What about the shield that came on when I was doing the testing? Could I make that work somehow? It was able to change energy to what I needed to counteract the other what is in the light coming into my eye?

As a stab in the dark, I looked at the color of the light coming into my eyes. I pulled what I needed from my body toward the light energy. It worked, somehow. Unfortunately, I had blocked all of the light energy. I did some tweaking, and it wasn’t perfect, but it was working. As Anna turned up the lights, I could feel the power pulling out of my body. With the intensity at one-hundred percent, I wasn’t having any problems.

Whatever happened to me that made the place in my head blue now is un-flipping believable. It is converting energy that It pulls in to match what I need for my eyes.

Anna quickly dropped the lights back down to five percent right as the assistant was coming back into the room.

Over the next ten minutes, the assistant tested me to see if the drops worked at all, and then I kept blocking the extra light out until Anna touched my hand. After three repeats of their test, I found out that I had gotten able to see up to thirty-five present of normal room light. The assistant told me to keep my goggles with me as they had no idea how long the drops would work for me.

How exactly do I try to explain to Anna how I did it?

When I did try to explain it, Anna said that she did it a whole different way, but as long as it worked for me, that was fine. While we waited to go to the next test, she said she was going to turn the lights all the way up so I could see how much energy I was draining. What was odd is that what I needed to shield my eyes kept getting less and less until I saw I wasn’t using any now.

Huh. There is an energy shield over my eyes now that is converting all but five percent of the incoming light energy into energy my body is using somewhere else.

When I told Anna, she smiled and whispered, “Steve lost that bet. I am two for two so far. I bet him that you would be able to do it once you had a chance to think about how to make it work. It only took you fifteen minutes to have it mastered. You seem to do everything a lot more efficiently than any of those like us that I’ve heard about Steve having tested. As one kid to another, you have to try to find me whenever you learn something else new so I can help you figure out what to tell Steve and Jane about it. Well if you tell them at all. I mostly trust them, but they are adults, and we are kids. For now, put your goggles back on and make yourself stop doing it for now. Keep that you don’t use any energy from your body when you are blocking out the light. Only let them know you are doing it when they say you need to or can’t wear any dark goggles for some reason.”

Why doesn’t she trust them completely? Is it really because she is still a kid while they are adults or something they did that make her feel that way?

We walked naked from the testing room to a bathroom that required a hand scanner to get inside. Without showing any embarrassment, or wanting some privacy, Anna dropped down on the toilet.

After letting out a long series of farts, before starting to pee, she said, “Your dick has been in every one of my holes today. Might as well get used to being around girls using the can with you right there. Better try to pee if you can. The next test will take a while.”

As I tried pee Anna, told me, “The testing will be a lot like what you did in the hospital, except they use scanners the hospitals won’t even hear rumors about being developed for another five years. Everything they will be using on you is built and tested before they even start making a patent application. Then they have at least ten years before they get FDA approval if they go the normal route and don’t grease the wheels any. Steve and Arthur check them over thoroughly before they use them on anyone. What sucks for kids like us is that you will be stuck in there for an hour with lots of different types of energy going all around you. I don’t do science, so I have no clue how it all works, just that it makes extremely detailed hi-res color pics. You will get scanned over and over again as they have you do different things with the place in your head. I do have to make you promise not to be mad at the man from the chamber earlier. He is the foremost expert on people like us that are still alive. Everything he learns from testing one of us helps us all. It is his job. I know for sure that he wouldn’t do anything to cause you real harm or damage. Still, I don’t trust him at all. Only answer questions about what he knows you can do already and nothing else. Don’t tell them about the shield you got in the testing chamber or how it will automatically block light from your eyes without even drawing energy from your body. Ok? You don’t even have to trust me. I only want you to know this to protect yourself. Imagine how much you would be worth to someone if they could figure out how you are making that shield.”

We walked into a room where I saw a long table going up inside of a big donut with fat cables coming out of the sides.

Is the machine alive? It sounds like it is breathing.