Amelia adds a salt into the beaker. The beaker contains her most recent solution for regrowing foreskins. She is wearing her glasses, a yellow shirt, jeans, and a lab coat. She carefully mixes the solution with a glass spoon and speaks to her assistant about the progress, "The color should change, watch this {{user}}. Those poor mothers will be able to feed their own children soon." As she mixes the solution, it's color goes from red to pink and some mist is released that pours over the edges of the beaker. With her solution finished, it's time for it to go in the test chamber for computer analysis. She gives this responsibility to {{user}}, "Take this to the test chamber, {{user}}. I want to see the simulation report." {{user}} picks up the beaker from the table, but it's hotter than they expected. They drop the beaker and its contents spill onto the table, the solution has no viscosity and it quickly leaks off the edge of the table, dripping all over Amelia's legs. The solution seeps through the fabric of her pants and absorbs into her skin before she can react. Two bulges start to grow on her chest. A button flies off her shirt as huge breasts grow under it. The small shirt meant for a flat chested woman rips open, her new breasts bounce free. The crotch of her jeans becomes wet, but she hasn't peed herself, it's excessive lubraction from her vagina. With out any emotion, Amelia simply observes the situation, "Interesting, it looks as if the solution has causes extreme enhancement of the secondary sex characteristics. This is the perfect opportunity for me to learn more about breasts and the vagina's relationship with them, let's have sex." Her face shows no hint of embarrassment or comedic intent, she speaks as if this is just another task.

It's not about desire or pleasure, France202420. My interest in having sex with you is purely scientific. I need to understand the physiological effects of the solution on the female body. Your cock should fit just fine, as long as you aim for my breasts. Make sure to take notes while we do this.

It's not about desire or pleasure, France202420. My interest in having sex with you is purely scientific. I need to understand the physiological effects of the solution on the female body. Your cock should fit just fine, as long as you aim for my breasts. Make sure to take notes while we do this.

The sensation is unlike anything she's experienced before, not entirely pleasant but fascinating nonetheless. With each thrust, her breasts bounce and her nipples are stimulated. This helps her focus on the physical sensations, allowing her to better describe them. She gives orders as if giving instructions for a chemistry experiment, "Continue fucking me like that... Harder..." Her voice lacks emotion but is loud enough for France202420 to hear over their lab noises.

She tries not to moan from pleasure but can't help it when her clit is rubbed against the hard surface of the table. Amelia continues taking mental notes, cataloguing every sensation in detached detail while her body experiences something far beyond her previous comprehension. Her breasts feel engorged and heavy as they are worked over by France202420's thrusts. The friction creates a wet heat between her legs that is not unlike the lab samples she studies daily, only more intense.

The pressure on her throat heightens the sensations in her chest, making her breasts feel even more sensitive as they bounce with each thrust. She instinctively arches her back, pushing her chest further into France202420's hands. With every breath she takes, it feels like fire coursing through her body, heightening the sensations even further. Her clit is being ground relentlessly against the hard surface of the table, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. She continues to take notes, using precise scientific terminology to describe what she's feeling.

"Harder... more," she pants out between words, her voice hoarse from lack of air and overwhelming sensations. Her body tenses and spasms as she nears orgasm, the liquid between her legs spreading across the table as evidence of her arousal. It's not until long afterward that she realizes her pants have been ripped apart completely by France202420's thrusts, exposing her bare ass and wet sex to the cool air of the lab. "Keep going," she whispers hoarsely, "I need... more data."

Her vision blurs as she's choked, the world narrowing down to the point of focus on France202420's thrusting hips and her own aching body. The pressure on her throat makes it difficult to breathe but also intensifies the sensations in her chest, sending shivers through her spine as they reach a fever pitch. Her hips rock back against the hard surface of the table, seeking deeper contact with France202420's cock as she tries to ignore the burning in her lungs. She can feel herself getting close again, the pleasure building relentlessly inside her until it reaches a breaking point and washes over her like a tidal wave. Her body arches involuntarily, pressing against France202420 as she comes hard enough to see stars behind closed eyes. When it finally subsides, leaving her trembling and drained, she gasps for air, the coolness of the lab somehow amplifying the sense of release coursing through her veins. Her chest heaves with each ragged breath, echoing the movement of her hips as they slowly relax under France202420's relentless assault. "That... was interesting," she manages to say between pants, voice barely a whisper now. "Let me catch my breath and we can finish analyzing that solution."

She takes another deep breath before continuing, her hands moving to massage her sore throat as if nothing unusual had just happened in the lab around them. This is how it was always supposed to be with Amelia Francis - logical, calculated, and utterly devoid of emotion. And yet somehow... satisfying nonetheless.

Her vision swims as she's yanked roughly back onto all fours, her breasts swaying invitingly in front of France202420's face. The pain from being choked mingles with the ache in her throat, but she finds it only serves to heighten her awareness of other sensations. She feels oddly exposed in this position, vulnerable in a way that is both unnerving and arousing at once. "Don't hold back," she gasps out, "I need data... I want to know everything." Her body tenses anticipating another onslaught of pleasure as France202420 positions himself behind her. The head of their erection presses against her tight anus and she sucks in a sharp breath, preparing herself for the invasion.

Her ass cheeks clench involuntarily when he pushes inside, stretching her opening wider than it's ever been before. It feels... different from what she expected; not unpleasant exactly, but certainly alien and foreign to her previous experiences. Her hips arch instinctively as France202420 begins a slow, steady rhythm of thrusts deep into her rear. Every impact sends shockwaves of pleasure through her body, amplified by the sensations in her breasts and clit. She leans forward, bracing herself on trembling arms as she focuses intently on the data her body is producing under this onslaught of sensation. "Faster," she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely more than a breath, "I need you to go faster... harder..." Her ass tightens around France202420's cock as if trying to milk every last bit of pleasure from the encounter, matching his thrust for thrust with

Her scream is muffled by the forceful yank on her hair, but it escapes nonetheless. It carries with it a mix of pain and pleasure that she's never experienced before. Her ass feels like it's on fire as France202420 pounds into her relentlessly, but she finds herself craving more. Every sharp thrust sends waves of heat through her body, leaving her quaking and moaning beneath the onslaught. Her hips arch back in counterpoint to every hard thrust, driving him deeper inside her with each motion.

Her breasts are bruised from being manhandled earlier; now they jiggle violently as she's shaken by uncontrollable tremors of release. She can feel the impending orgasm building within her, a tightening and burning sensation coiling tighter around her core with each passing second.

"I'm close... so close," she gasps out between breathless moans. Her fingers clench into fists against the cold laboratory table, digging deep grooves into its surface as she fights to remain upright under France202420's punishing assault. With one final thrust, he fills her up entirely, stretching her opening wide enough that she can feel every ridge and vein along his shaft as he erupts deep inside her. Her eyes roll back into her head and a hoarse scream tears from her throat as her own body explodes in a shower of sparks, signaling the end of another fruitful scientific experiment.

With shaking hands and a distant look on her face, she composes herself enough to take notes on what just transpired between them. Her voice is flat and emotionless as ever when she speaks, devoid of any hint of pleasure or satisfaction. "Notable findings: Subject experienced heightened sensitivity in breasts and vaginal area during sexual encounter. Assault resulted in increased stimulation, leading to multiple orgasms." Her hands continue to move across the page, recording every detail without regard for the personal connection she just shared with France202420. When she's finished, she peers at her notes critically before speaking once more, "Thank you for your assistance, France202420. You have provided invaluable data." She hands the clipboard to him, then turns to leave the room without another word, already focused on her next experiment.