Girl Genius

Posted by rache on September 28, 2005 at 19:46:53:

so if you wanna kill it Sam, I won't blame you.

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Girl Genius
by rachael

It isn't easy being a girl genius. I'm just 19 years old and I have a couple doctorates already. I got the one from MIT in physics because I had a great idea for a Grand Unification Theory, so I skipped from 3rd grade straight to college, but I wanted to do other stuff too! I didn't want to just go straight to work for some university, or think-tank, or even the government. I wanted to be a cheerleader! So I turned down a bunch of jobs, although heading my own physics lab at JPL was sort of tempting. They were going to give me a BMW and a driver, since I didn't have my driver's license yet. I turned them down though, persuading my parents that I deserved a sort of normal life. That was how I ended up at Hamilton High School, just another freshman in a sea of them!

Of course I still had to get good grades and do my homework and stuff, but how hard could freshman algebra be to someone who had done her master's on gravitational lensing? My thesis had been published in the American Journal of Physics and I had another one, my doctoral dissertation on Tidal Disruptions and Relativistic Precession: Examinations of Net Emission Recoil of Linear Momentum in a Radiation Waveform, that was being quietly looked at in Stockholm. I thought it would be nice to have a Nobel Prize on my bookshelf, but making the Junior Varsity Pep Squad would give me so much more status at school

Anyway, my name is Bambi, in case you don't know already. And yeah, I know Bambi was a boy deer...so what? I'm definitely not a boy or a deer, so nobody confuses me with cartoons. Not since I hit puberty, anyway. It seemed like I grew up overnight, and that was a good thing! Believe me. You have no idea what it's like being at college with no boobs at all, no hair either, except what's on your head, and not even a period yet! Well...that's nothing to really complain about. I think I was happier without menstruating. But you know what I mean! So I was happy when the summer before I started high school I blossomed into full womanhood...sorta.

I was still just 5'2" tall and weighed maybe 90lbs soaking wet, but my breasts had grown out to 32B cups and my butt stuck out a little more, nice and round and tight. I got just a little wispy brown pubic hair too. I always had a pretty face, too pretty I thought, since people think beautiful blonde girls are all airheads! I kept my hair sort of long, just down past my shoulders and it had a little French curl. It was nice. And my eyes were big and blue and bright and my lips small and pouting, even when I wasn't trying to! If I smiled at a guy he usually bumped into something, so I had to be kind of careful, you know? I didn't want to hurt anybody!

I have a lot of things I could tell you, I suppose. Lots of weird stories, like any other girl genius probably has. Here's one though that you probably haven't heard before. It's about the school Science Fair and how I won that.

I was a little worried, honestly, when I heard about the Science Fair. Lots of people wanted to be my partner, in fact almost everyone did, because the first place prize was a $500 savings bond and some coupons for free stuff, like movies at the Cineplex, and ice cream at the Baskin-Robbins, really cool stuff. It was kind of hard picking who I wanted to be partners with though, since I had a lot of friends and I didn't want to disappoint anyone. But, finally I settled on a guy that I had a real crush on. He was older than me, a senior! And captain of the football team and so handsome! All the girls loved him! He wanted to be my partner mostly so he could get an 'A' in his science class, since that was one of the prizes too. But it had to be a project that had to do with his class, and that was biology.

Dave, that was his name, drove me home after school. I'd made up my mind that day about being his partner and he was pretty happy about that. I was too because I had him all to myself! Me! Just a fourteen year old freshman sitting in a senior's car! Sitting pretty close too!

In the house we sat down and watched some MTV and drank some cokes. "So, what should we do for our project?" I asked him.

"I dunno." He shrugged. "It's gotta be something about biology though." He made a face and I giggled and he moved a little closer. "We could, uh do something about...love." He smiled at me and I felt my heart flutter just a little. He was rubbing my leg a little bit and I blushed a little because no guy had ever touched me before. Not really, I mean.

"Love?" I looked at him. "Uh, you mean like conducting pheromone experiments with...mmm...mice?"

"Huh?" Dave looked at me and laughed. "Fair what?"

"Pheromones, uh...it's like sex perfume." I really did blush when I said that.

"Oh!" Dave grinned and slid his hand up to my thigh and I felt hot all over. "Sex perfume." He nodded like he understood what I was talking about. "Is that what you're wearing?"

"I..." I didn't know! I could have been radiating that stuff in waves, because I was definitely feeling...sexy...you know?

"Shhh..." Dave shushed me and leaned closer, kissing me all of a sudden and I didn't know how to do it, really, but he did! His tongue was soft and wet and he licked my lips and even went between them! Just a little.

"I'm home!" My mom was coming in through the kitchen! Dave sat back and took a drink of his coke and I opened up my notebook and picked up my pen just as mom walked into the living room. "Hi Bambi." She smiled and looked at Dave.

"Uh, Hi...mom." I felt really nervous, like she knew he'd kissed me! "This is...um, David, he's my partner for the Science Fair."

"Oh, that's nice." She smiled.

"Hello Mrs. Pavageau, um, it's nice to meet you." Dave stood up and sort of looked my mom up and down, licking his lips. "Really nice!" He smiled too.

My mom is pretty good looking. In fact she looks just like me, except she's older. But lots of people think she's my older sister and there's no way she looks 32, believe me! I didn't mind though, because I figured if I had her genes I'd look good too when I was really old like her!

"It's nice to meet you too, David." My mom held his hand for a long minute while I sat there, waiting for her to leave us alone! "Are you in high school?" Mom giggled like she couldn't believe that. "You're so...big!" She was squeezing Dave's shoulder gently, but her eyes were looking down at his crotch!

"I'm a senior, Mrs. Pavageau." Dave nodded. "I like to...sweat."

"Sweat?" My mom giggled, just like I do when I'm a little embarassed.

"Dave's a football player, mom." I rolled my eyes.

"Ohhh..." My mom nodded.

"Do you like football, Mrs. Pavageau?" Dave asked her softly.

"Just call me Chrissie."

"Okay...Chrissie." Dave breathed. "You didn't answer my question."

"I like all kinds of contact sports." She touched Dave's hard flat stomach, feeling the abs under his t-shirt. "Especially the sweaty kind!"

"Mom!" I looked at her and she took a deep breath.

"Yes dear." She smiled and looked down at me. "I'm sure you two have a lot to do, I’ll uh...leave you to it. Are you staying for dinner, David?"

"Oh, um...I don't know." He looked at me.

"Do you want to have dinner with us?" I asked him and he nodded, smiling quite a lot as he turned to face my mom.

"Good!" Mom started to leave finally. "I'll set a place right next to mine!" She giggled again and walked out of the room. Dave didn't sit back down until she was gone.

"Wow!" Dave grinned at me. "That's your mom?" Like he couldn't believe it!

"Yeah." I sighed. "She's so...embarrassing sometimes!"

"Oh no, she's hot!"

"What?" I stared at him.

"She's uh, great. Really cool." He shrugged. "I like her. She acts uh, more like your sister."

"Yeah." I frowned.

Don't worry. I knew what was going on. Some people think just because my IQ tops 200 I have like no common sense or something. I'm all innocent and oblivious to the world around me. Yeah right! I wish! My mom was putting the make on my boyfriend! And he was going for it too! I knew he'd end up fucking her. Just like she had with my Computer Science Professor at MIT, he'd been cute. He’d liked me a lot, even though I was only 11 at the time. He said that didn't matter, my body I mean, because he was in love with my brain. But after he met my mom, he decided he liked bodies too. They fucked like rabbits and the guy even had the nerve to try and get us into a three-way! Can you believe that?

I would have done it, maybe, just because I thought I'd loved him. He was my first crush. But my mom said no, I wasn't old enough yet. She said I had to wait until I got my period before I could have sex. Sometimes I think she was protecting me, because she really does love me. But other times I think she was just keeping my would-be boyfriend all to herself!

My Daddy isn't much help either. He works hard. He's a mechanic down at the Wally Pump on the interstate and he's always greasy and tired and dirty when he comes home. He isn't very smart. I have to read the sub-titles to him when we watch Dragonball-Z on TV. He really likes Japanese cartoons. I don't know why, but he's my Daddy, so I don't care. He laughs a lot and hugs me, but my mom treats him like dirt. Oh, not to his face, when he's home she treats him like a king! But when he's gone, like that day when she met Dave? She couldn't even tell you what my Daddy's name was, I bet. She forgot all about him and just wanted my boyfriend's dick!

I almost told him about her a couple times, but he's so happy...How could I break his heart? So I kept the secret and decided that when I did get my own physics lab, I was going to do something about my mother's bad habits. I was thinking about using mesons, decelerating them to a fraction of the speed of light in an electro-magnetic well, and then just as they penetrated her cerebral cortex, phasing the particles with a Trevlar field, exciting the mesons to trans-light velocity and effectively creating a wormhole in her brain. I wasn't exactly sure what the effects would be though, I was still trying to keep the Trevlar field from expanding to 10(8) the size of the universe in a nanosecond, effectively introducing every living thing in existence to God. It was a tough little problem. Maybe if I used Bosons...

Anyway...See, one of the pitfalls of being a girl genius is that your mind tends to wander! My more immediate problem though was finding a way to keep Dave for myself! Bad enough every girl in school wanted him, now my own mother was going to steal him away from me! Well...we'd see about that!

Daddy was home for dinner though, so at least mom behaved herself, although she did drop her fork a few times and had to bend down, under the table to find it. Dave made little happy growling noises when that happened and I just picked at my food. After dinner, my Daddy was sitting outside on the porch, smoking and drinking a beer when it was time for Dave to go. He'd given me a little kiss, not like the one before, but it still made my heart bounce a little and my panties felt sticky. I closed the door and stood there, leaning against it, just catching my breath really. But I could hear my Daddy talking to Dave.

"David," my Daddy said. "If you're gonna be coming around here, you best know I love my little girl."

"Uh, yes sir, she's...she's a peach. I like her a lot."

"You tapped her yet?" My Daddy wasn't a learned man, like I said, but he knew how to make a point.

"Sir?" Dave sounded nervous. "Ahhh...no. No, I don't um, I wasn't trying to..."

"Shut-up!" My daddy was really big too. Dave was big, for a high school guy. But my Daddy is big even for a mechanic guy. He lifted a Chevy Nova once because he dropped a wrench under it. It didn't have the engine in it, of course, that would have been real heavy! But imagine lifting the front end of a Chevy with one hand and reaching down to find your wrench. That's why he came in second at the world's strongest man competition last year. Maybe you saw it on ESPN? Anyway, when he tells somebody to shut-up the Earth stops turning for a second on its axis. You can feel it sometimes, if you concentrate.

"Yes sir!" Dave wasn't too bright either.

"You mocking me?" Daddy stared at him. "You try and tap my baby and I'm gonna roll you up into an itsy-bitsy little ball and kick you so hard you'll be speakin goddamn Chinese when you come down! You understand me boy?"

"Yes sir!"

"You wanna tap some tang, you do Chrissie in there. She ain't gonna mind and I ain't gonna care."

"You mean your...uh...wife?"

"Why? You seen another Chrissie round here, stupid?"

"Oh, er, n-no sir!"

"But you do my little girl and I'll drop a Ford small block on your head so fast it'll feel like yesterday! Now get outta here before I shove that pussy Honda up your punk ass!"

Dave was running then. I peeked through the window and watched him get into his little red CRX and drive away, very fast! I hoped he wouldn't get a ticket.

I couldn't believe Daddy knew that mom was a total slut! And most especially that he didn't even care! I almost went outside to talk to him about it, but I didn't. I wasn't sure what I'd say, really. It was enough to know how much he cared about me though, even if it did mean it was going to be hard to have some sex! Daddy sounded pretty serious about hurting Dave if he tried to make love to me. I wondered what Dave would say when I saw him again...

"Oh, uh...hi Bambi, um...I was thinking maybe...I mean, you deserve someone else for your Science Fair project and um, I was thinking about moving to, er, Bolivia or something..."

"Oh!" I made a face and giggled. "I heard my daddy last night! Don't worry about him, he's a big sweetie!"

"Uh, yeah...he's...big..." Dave didn't look too certain about the sweetie part!

"So we'll go to my house after school, okay?" I smiled at him and stood on my tip-toes to kiss him, even though there's no kissing in the halls. It would be so good for my social standing when everybody heard we'd been making out!

"No, uh...Bambi...I can't..."

"What?" He couldn't be serious! I tried a different tactic. "My mom was hoping you'd help her uh, move her bed around, upstairs..." I lied, knowing it was sort of the truth.

"Your mom? The...bed?" He looked a little less reluctant.

"Yeah. I told her you could...anyway...the pool guy was supposed to come today so she'll probably be sunbathing, she likes to tan all over." I made a face. "I don't know, so if you don't want to move the bed, she'll probably forget all about it!"

"Sunbathing? Uh...what do you mean...all over?"

"Oh you know, she hates tan lines. But honestly, with all that cocoa butter she puts on her butt I'm amazed any sun gets through to her at all!" I laughed.

"Okay, uh sure, cocoa butter." Dave was nodding. "I'll meet you out front after last bell."

It wasn't a real victory for me, I know. He was only coming over to see my mom and that made me a little jealous, a little angry. I spent the rest of the day thinking about what to do. I was pretty sure I loved Dave. I mean, he was going to graduate high school next year and go to some college on a football scholarship. I could quit whenever I wanted, I mean whatever college he went to would probably offer me tenure at least. Maybe even the chair of their science department, if they were really smart. Unless he went to Cornell, or MIT, then I'd have to settle for my own lab. But that would still be okay, I thought. We could get married, have children, build a nice house close to the campus and he could put his trophies on one wall and I could put my prizes on another wall, and we'd be happy!

I just needed a really good way to make sure my mom, or anyone else for that matter, couldn't steal him away! So, like the girl genius I was, I turned to science for the answer!

My mom wasn't there when Dave took me home. I had to apologize and make up some story about how she was probably out buying some new lingerie. I told her she had more sexy underwear than any woman I had ever even heard of, but he didn't really believe me until I showed him my mom's walk in closet. There was a lot! And not just silk and stuff, she had leather and PVC and I don't know what all! But at least Dave wasn't going anywhere for awhile!

"I've been thinking about our project." I told Dave when we were finally able to sit down in the den.

"Okay, um...the fair moon thing?" he asked.

"Oh no, not pheromones!" I smiled. "Something way better!"

"What?"

"Fundamental cybernetics!" I smiled at him.

"Huh?" He gave me a look like I was talking Greek.

"Well, not really cybernetics. More like...um...Biological Dynamics. Synthesized responses within organic tissue. I haven't really worked it all out yet, what I want to call it, I mean."

"Uh, okay...so what does it mean?"

"Well, we use an organism and modify it. We would introduce certain synthesized elements, really simple ones of course." I laughed. "It's only high school, you know."

"What's synthesized?"

"Uhhh...like robots? Sorta?" I offered wondering if I should buy Dave a dictionary for Christmas.

"Robots? You want to make a robot?"

"No! No, not at all...like, uh...say we took a mouse and made a way to control his legs, so we could make him run whenever we wanted to. It's just muscle control. Electrical impulses going through nerves that make the muscles move. We figure out which muscles we want to manipulate, how to make them perform certain, simple and synchronized actions, and then use...oh...like a remote control. Press a button and the mouse runs, press another and he stops."

"Oh." Dave thought about it. "So like the 6 million dollar man guy on TNT?"

"Who?" I shook my head. "I don't know that guy. But listen, anyone can do a mouse and for a lot less than 6 million dollars! I was thinking for our project we should really do something amazing, you know? Something that will guarantee us first place!"

"Yeah!" Dave was all nods. "That's good thinking! If I don't ace biology I'll end up playing for Mississippi State or something!" Dave shuddered.

"Good!" I smiled and hugged him, but Dave drew back, nervously looking towards the front door.

"So what, um...what's your idea then, Bambi?"

"Well, I thought we could use a person. A real live human being..."

"A person?" Dave frowned. "Is that...legal?"

"Legal?" I laughed. "We're just doing a Science Fair project, Dave. We're not killing anyone! It's science!" I shook my head. "What if someone had asked Enrico Fermi if it was legal to build an unshielded nuclear reactor under the bleachers at the University of Chicago!" I rolled my eyes. "We never would have had the nuclear bomb! We'd all be speaking Japanese or something!"

"Chinese..." Muttered Dave and he looked around as if he'd heard a noise.

"Huh?"

"I...I should probably get going, Bambi...before uh, before your Dad comes home and, um..." He was starting to get up!

"Oh no! Just wait Dave, Daddy won't be home for hours! Now listen..."

I told Dave my idea in detail, well, as much detail as I had at that time. I hadn't quite researched everything, of course. But I thought it was really very simple and interesting too. From a biological standpoint it was simple but challenging, at least for normal people like Dave. And from a psychological point of view it was extraordinary. I really thought I could probably get some attention with this project, since my other Doctorate was in Clinical Psychiatry. I only got that one because I was bored though, I'd never really intended to use it for anything but getting a raise on my allowance. And while I was Board Certified and I'd done my residency with Boston General, I couldn't get a private license to practise until I was 18 because insurance wouldn't cover a minor for malpractice unless I was on staff! How dumb is that?

Dave, however, was white as a sheet and shaking like a leaf by the time I'd finished.

"I'm gonna throw up!" He said and then he ran to the bathroom and did just that. He left shortly after, walking slowly to his car and looking back with wide brown eyes every few steps, just to make sure I wasn't following him, I think.

Dave, I realized, wasn't too keen on my idea and I wasn't sure what to do about it. I supposed that if I had more time to work on him, to discuss it with him in detail, Dave would have come around. He'd have understood that there was so much to gain with my plan. Not just first place in the Science Fair, probably 3 or 4 Science Fairs, since we'd obviously go to the Nationals with it; not just for the sake of science either, even though I could see some research grants being offered, maybe even an award or two. Dinner at the White House comes with the Science Medal from the National Academy of Sciences, and I had one already for the work on I did on SDI in kindergarten, but it would be nice to introduce Dave to the President. The real gain though would be for us personally! He had to understand that this would make me so much happier! So much more confident in our relationship! I was certain he loved me, he just didn't know it yet! If we did what I wanted to do, he'd come around.

But without the time to convince Dave...I sighed. I needed to talk to my Daddy.

"Daddy..."

"Hmmm?" We were sitting on the front porch, watching the sun go down.

"You know that Science Fair at school?" He nodded. "Do you think you could help me with it?"

Daddy laughed. "You want me to help you with a science project? What are you building a space shuttle or something?"

"No! Daddy...it's just for high school!" I giggled.

"Yeah, that'd probably be too much, huh?" He grinned at me.

"Definitely! But I did have an idea the other day. You know if we ionized the outer hull of the shuttle, or anything going through the upper atmosphere, and created a LFM-EMF it would significantly reduce..."

Hold on!" Daddy hugged me. "You're talkin alphabet soup now Bambi, and I don't even know what ionized means!"

"Oh, well...it um, means we give the atoms a positive electrical charge, maybe something like 3.6(-10) electron volts, I think. It wouldn't have to be very much at all and..."

My daddy just shook his head. "You were sayin something about my help, Princess?"

"Oh! yeah, um...I was thinking that Dave and I could do an experiment involving Bio-dynamics, stimulating a physical activity in the musculature in response to artificial stimuli of the attendant nerve cells would be the immediate goal, and in the long term we'd document the effects of the procedure, both physically and more important mentally on the subject over a period of...mmm several years probably."

"Can you say that in Americanese, dear?"

"Uh, well...I want to cut off Dave's penis, Daddy." I sort of looked down, not knowing how my Daddy would react.

"Goddamn Bambi!" He laughed so hard he almost spilled his beer! "Shit girl, that's the first thing you said to me since you was three years old that makes any damn sense!"

"Really?" I looked up smiling happily.

"Hell yeah!" He nodded. "I'd like to see that myself!"

"I knew you'd understand!" I gave Daddy a big hug.

"Well, now hold on...Uh, I know why I wouldn't mind it, but why do you wanna do it?"

"Well, um...Firstly, I love him Daddy!" He made a face and I swallowed nervously and hurried on. "I really do and I think he'd love me too, if um, he wasn't so distracted all the time. I've seen other girls Daddy, and women too! Like mo...other women and all they want is his penis, I think. So if he didn't have one of those, well...nobody else would be trying to steal him away!"

I admit my logic was probably flawed, but I was in love and it was confusing, quite frankly.

"Okay, uh...So you figure if you cut off his manhood he's gonna just fall right into your lovin arms." Daddy nodded and thought about it for a minute. "You know Bambi," he sighed, "a fella could go right off the deep end losin his dipstick like that. Why I knew a fella, a driver for NASCAR named Lenny, got his prick stuck in a 4 barrel carb once. Don't ask me how..." Daddy held up his hands, "but it happened and the crew chief, a fella named Dale, had to cut that bad boy off with his teeth! Lenny never talked to Dale again, never said a word the rest of his natural days, and they was cousins, Bambi. So I'm just sayin, this boyfriend of yours might not be so understanding!"

"I know." I nodded and told him how Dave had reacted that afternoon, getting all white and shaking like he'd seen the end of the world. Not to mention throwing up.

"That's more than the end of the world!" Daddy laughed. "That's a ticket to hell in a wheelbarrow!...Now why else you wanna do this anyway? What's cuttin a boy's dick off have to do with science?"

"Oh, everything Daddy!" I got excited again and explained it all real slowly. Twice as a matter of fact, until Daddy was nodding.

"And you figure that'll get you one of those Noble things?"

"Nobel, Daddy...No-bell...and no, not one of those. But it might get me a nice paperweight from the National Science Foundation and a couple million dollars in grant money."

"Yeah?" He smiled at me. "We could redo the basement with that much money." He rubbed his chin.

I nodded. "Build a nice little particle accelerator under the neighborhood too."

"Okay, so I reckon we just need to persuade the lad, huh?" Daddy hugged me tight. "I'll talk to him."

"Thanks Daddy!" I hugged him back. He really is the best Daddy in the world!

I tried for three days to get Dave back over to my house, but he wouldn't even talk to me! He just turned and ran whenever he saw me! It was embarrassing! Daddy had the thought that it might be easier to persuade him if Dave got caught with his pants down, so to speak. So, there was only one person I knew who could arrange that!

"Mom?" She was sunbathing when I came home from school, laying out by the pool and not wearing anything but her sunglasses and a lot of cocoa butter. I sat down next to her, ignoring her glistening boobs with their big brown nipples standing straight up. And the way she parted her legs just a little so I could see her dark oily labia hanging out just a little through the thin gauze of her blonde pubic hair. I sort of looked at her tummy, which was washboard flat and showed no indication at all that I'd ever been in there. She looked like she was 19 still and I hoped I would look like that when I was her age.

"Get undressed honey, catch a little sun." She told me sleepily.

"Okay." I thought maybe if we were both relaxing it would be easier to talk to her. I stripped out of my clothes, folding them up and putting them on the picnic table. Then I laid down next to her, feeling just a little self-conscious because I was pretty pale compared to her. And my breasts were nice and big enough for the rest of me, but not like hers. My nipples looked like pink bubblegum and I wished they were darker. My pussy too was just barely covered with hair, not much at all, and my lips were thin and tucked in tight. Even my clit was hiding, just barely a little nub there to prove it existed at all.

"You should put some lotion on, Bambi!" My mom sat up and reached for the bottle. "You're going to get burned if you're not careful!" She warned me and then poured warm tanning oil all over my boobs first and then she started rubbing them slowly, moving so she could straddle my narrow waist and really rub my boobs good. "We need to work it into the skin, dear." She rubbed some around my nipples gently making them hard and itchy.

"Mom, I was wondering...um...do you like Dave?" I asked, stifling a little sigh because mom was really squeezing my tits by then, pushing them together and I could feel her sex all wet and warm sliding over my belly button as she moved.

"David? Your boyfriend?" She asked.

"Yeah, him...he's uh, well...not really my boyfriend yet. I've been trying to get him to come back over but..."

"Don't tell me he's shy!" Mom laughed. "He didn't strike me as the shy type!"

Mom was rubbing my breasts harder now, really working her fingers deep into the firm fatty mounds and I tried not to think about it too much. "No...no mom...he's uh, not...it's just..."

"Just that you haven't given him what he wants, probably!" Mom shook her pretty head and pinched my nipples painfully so I yelped. "A young man like that has needs, Bambi."

"Yeah, uhhhhh....mom...okay..." She'd gone back to rubbing my boobs, pressing them together and watching the oil run out between them.

She slid down a little, straddling my thighs and tracing her fingers down my smooth tummy, pouring more oil and massaging it into my skin. "You're such a pretty girl, Bambi!" Mom sighed. "I hate to think of all the fun you're missing with your nose stuck in some boring book when you could have someone like Dave with his big prick stuck in you!"

"Mom!" I protested. "Don't be so...crude!"

"Crude?" Mom laughed. "That's not crude, it's the truth! Believe me! You're a grown woman now...almost...and it's about time you started acting like it! All this science stuff never made a baby!"

"A baby! What?" Where had that come from? "Mom, I'm fourteen! I just want to do my Science Fair project!"

"Shhhh..." Mom shushed me, shifting a little so she was riding my left thigh. She brought her hands down between my legs. "Open up dear, you don't want to get burned down here! Believe me!" She giggled and poured a great gob of slippery oil over my vulva. I gave a little moan and wriggled my butt when I felt mom's hands rubbing over my sex, all around my little hole and then slipping a finger inside.

"Have you been doing your exercises?" Mom asked me with a frown. "I guess not!" She answered herself. "You're so tight, Bambi! I swear, when Dave pushes his big dick in there it's going to hurt him! You have to prepare yourself, remember?" She was working her finger in and out slowly, reaching deep to feel my hymen. "You'll be so happy when that's gone!" She smiled.

"Oh...uhhh uhuh...mom..." I was having a hard time breathing and mom pushed another finger inside me, stretching my pussy walls a little more than I was used to.

"In and out baby...one-two-three...remember how I showed you?" She worked her two fingers back and forth and then giggled when she pushed the third inside, making me arch my back and grunt a little. She started rubbing my clitoris with her thumb, real softly and then harder, rocking herself on my thigh as she did it. "Mustn't forget about her!" Mom smiled.

"Oh! Ohhhh...Mom...please! I...oh! ...Mommmmmmmmmy!!!"

I saw stars after that...bright red and yellow and pink stars just exploding all around me! When I started waking up, even though I hadn't been sleeping, I was all out of breath and I felt like I'd just met Sir Isaac Newton!

"See? Now you have to do that every night, Bambi!" She leaned down and gave my clit a little motherly kiss.

"Oh! Oh...ohhhkay...mom." I was huffing and puffing. I took a few minutes to recover and mom waited patiently.

“Now dear…” Mom smiled and lay back down in her lounger, spreading her legs wide. “Why don’t you practice on me now, okay?”

“But what am I going to do about Dave?” I asked as I poured some oil on my mom’s sex, watching it run all over her slit and down to pool between her tanned butt cheeks.

“Shhh…Don’t you worry, Bambi…I’ll call the boy tonight and believe me, tomorrow after school, he’ll be begging you to bring him home!” Mom smiled and kissed my nose. “Now be a good girl and do me…er…do your exercises, I mean.”

Well, at least mom was as good as her word because the next day at school, even before the first bell rang, Dave was running up to me!

“Bambi! Hey! Bambi…” He smiled. “Hi, uh…hey…I was um, er…I’m sorry I was acting like a jerk. I just, uh…you know, a guy thing…”

I nodded and looked around like I was bored. He owed me.

“Right…uh, so anyway, Bambi, I was wondering, um…well, if we could work on our project…” He was almost begging, but not quite.

“Oh…” I sighed. “I don’t know. You didn’t seem to like my idea so, well…I was talking to Richard, that really cute junior? You know him…he’s captain of the Chess Club? Anyway, he sounded pretty interested and…”

“What?” Dave shook his head in disbelief. “That geek? Oh Bambi, come on! He’s…he’s…he’s in the Chess Club!”

“Well, so?” I stood back and folded my arms across my chest. “My FIDE rating is 2414 and I just need one more norm for my International Grandmaster title.” I stuck out my tongue. “I beat the Polgar sisters in Prague last summer…All of them! And Garry sent me flowers…fourteen roses for my birthday!”

“Yeah but…you’re a girl!” He laughed and changed the subject since he had no idea who or what I was talking about. “Please? Oh please Bambi? Just…just take me home, okay? I’ll uh…we’ll talk about the project okay? Maybe think of something, er…better! Uh less…you know…more better!”

“More better?” I shook my head. “I don’t know…”

“Look I’m sorry!” He dropped to his knees. “Okay? I’m sorry, please? One more chance! Just one, okay Bambi?”

Wow! My mom was good!

I let David drive me home and everything went according to plan. My mom’s plan! She was standing there as soon as I opened the door, dressed in a red leather corset, black thigh high stockings, and gleaming leather boots up to her knees. She was smacking her left palm with a riding crop and she smiled when she saw David.

“M-M-Mrs. Pavageau?” My boyfriend stuttered and I had to close my eyes. I knew this was the price I had to pay to keep him the rest of my life. But I didn’t like it very much.

“Call me Chrissie..." Mom grinned and tapped her thigh with the crop. "Mistress Chrissie!"

"I, uh..." Dave had forgotten all about me.

"Shhh...quiet now David, we have work to do!" She started leaving the room, heading towards her bedroom. "Come along, slave!" She giggled. "Bambi? Did you want to...come? Along I mean...To watch? Or something?"

I did and I didn't... "No mom, it's okay. I'll just do my homework."

"Good girl!" Mom said, but she was already out of sight and my boyfriend was crawling behind her like a lost puppy.

I sighed and did my algebra assignment, answering the extra credit problems in about 14 seconds. They were ridiculously easy and I was so bored I wrote an extra credit problem of my own for the teacher, knowing that it would take him and his whole family a couple years to solve it. It had taken me 3 weeks to write it for an experiment I'd done when I was eight, and it had taken 54 hours of computing time on MIT's supercomputer, at 2 grand an hour, to solve it! Luckily it was covered by my scholarship. There'd been a lot of competition to get me enrolled and MIT had made a couple offers I couldn't refuse. One of them was Box Seats at Fenway Park for my Daddy. Otherwise I would have gone to Princeton maybe. But I was glad I could do something for my Daddy, because he was about to do something for me!

I'd been listening to Dave and my mother for almost two hours. There was the sound of spankings, and some moaning and groaning. Some screams, but not the bad kind. A lot of bouncing and shaking, and you know...other stuff. Basically my mommy was fucking the hell out of my boyfriend and he was loving it. I shouldn't have been too mad, I guess. I had arranged for it to happen. My mom had no idea what was going on, she thought she was just keeping my boyfriend interested in me, by some strange twist of slut logic. Mom was just...being mom. And David, well...he was just 18 years old. His life was ruled by his penis, you know, so he couldn't really be blamed for what he was doing. If it was anyone's fault, it was mine. I mean I peeked, okay...I admit it. I snuck a look and saw my boyfriend fucking my mom in the butt, and kissing her and getting spanked while mommy gave him an enema. I saw all that! How she sucked his penis like 5 times and swallowed everything! And how David squeezed her boobs and sucked them and bit them and pretty much sold his soul to them. Sure, I watched. I even, uh...practiced my exercises, you know.

But I didn't like it!

"Hi Bambi!" Daddy was home and ran up to him, launching myself so I could hug him really tight. I guess he could tell I'd been crying and he carried me into the kitchen so he could put his lunch bucket next to the sink. "What is it? What’s the matter, angel?"

"Oh Daddy! It's mom and...and...David!" I sobbed. "They're upstairs and um...they're doing it!"

"Huh?" Daddy put on his unhappy face and put me down. "Oh, well...I guess this is it then. Time for that little man to man. You, uh...ready to do whatever it is you're gonna be doing?"

I nodded, wiping my face. "Yeah Daddy, I'll do it downstairs on the operating table. Everything is ready."

“We got an operating table?” Daddy looked at me.

“It was on sale.” I shrugged. “Everyone should have one.”

"Okay. You say so." He smiled and gave me a kiss, wiping the corner of my eyes with his big thumbs. "Don't you worry, Bambi, that boy won't ever treat you like this again! I promise!" He grinned at me. "And you're gonna win that Science Fair too! I can tell!"

"Thanks Daddy." I nodded and even smiled a little because he always knows how to cheer me up.

"You just wait in your little lab, Princess. We'll be down directly!" And his voice left little doubt of that!

My parents call it the lab, but it isn't, not really. It's just some old equipment I managed to scrounge from MIT mostly, some stuff off Ebay, and when they shut down one of the reactors up in Maine, well...We didn't pay for our electricity any more, put it that way. Nor did any of our friends. It was only 5.2 megawatts, but it was enough for a decent lasing cavity, so I'd built one and I'd already measured the mean distance to Mars at perihelion with it, just to calibrate it...Nasa was off by almost 0.8 centimeters with their Earth-based measurement! I think they had thermal blooming problems. Anyway, I had everything I'd need for our Science Fair project and I checked my operating table, it was all ready.

Dad came down a few minutes later carrying David by the neck. I mean his feet weren't touching the floor, even though he was kicking a little. Dave was also pretty naked, except for some laundry pins on his nipples and some strawberry jelly dripping from his anus. My mom was right behind them, looking worried and when she saw me she demanded an explanation!

"I demand an explanation young lady!"

Daddy made a face and asked me where I wanted him.

"Right on the table, Daddy. There's some straps there, just uh, secure his ankles and wrists and belt his stomach." Daddy nodded and it was real easy for him.

"Wha-what are you doing? No...please! I-I'm sorry...I thought you said it was okay to fuck your wife! I'm sorry!"

"Shhhhh..." I told Dave and picked up the gas mask, fitting it over his face and grabbing my stethoscope. "I want you to count slowly backwards for me...100...99...98..."

"...98...please...97...96...Bambi...95..." Dave at least was counting and that seemed to calm him down. Along with the anesthesia of course.

"I said I want an explanation!" My mom was still there, naturally. Pretty naked too, glistening with perspiration and she had semen in her hair, but I didn't say anything.

"It's for my Science Fair project Mom..." I busied myself with scrubbing up.

"What project? What are you doing? You better tell me Bambi..."

"Chrissie, shut up will ya? Can't you see the girl's busy doing her homework?" My Daddy stared at her. "What were you doing fucking a kid like that for anyway? I mean Jesus; you're the president of the PTA for crying out loud."

"Oh! And you're one to talk! She gets it from you!" Mom turned around and left so Daddy and I just looked at each other and giggled. Well, I giggled, he laughed. Mom always thought Daddy was doing me. We’d long ago given up on denying it, all I ever did was jerk him off sometimes.

"You need me to stick around?" Daddy didn't like seeing blood, I knew and I shook my head. He probably didn't want to see his own 14 year old daughter performing a penectomy either.

"No Daddy, it's a real simple procedure. An hour I think, open and closed."

"Okay, uh...well...I guess I'll have to go upstairs and grease your mama's can...I don’t care what she says, that kid didn't have a clue what he was doin! Your mama was about to eat him like a manwich!" He walked off chuckling. "He oughta be thankin us!"

I nodded, retrieving some glucose and a bag of plasma from the fridge. I was gonna start an IV and I knew Daddy didn't want to see that! He was going to go fuck my mom within an inch of her life. My Daddy is big, like I said, and my mom just liked to make trouble so he'd sort of punish her with it, you know? I never really understood their relationship very much. But one thing I was sure of, David and I would have a very, very different one than theirs!

I filmed it all of course, and had my microphone turned on, dictating my procedures and observations. I hate forgetting stuff and I was going to need to write several articles, probably. Removal of the penis is actually very easy. Most people think it's difficult, some huge operation requiring 10 hands and 6 hours, but really, one person with a decent medical background and good facilities can do it in less time than it took me to write this down for you. My biggest concern wasn't the removal of that useless ugly appendage; it was the proper insertion of the hardware into his muscle tissue and then the grafting of the bioware with his nervous system. I'd had to modify some very delicate microchips and I wished I had a better surgiscope, but I made do. The chips were so small they'd barely show up on a general x-ray, someone would have to be looking for them and I was pleased with the results. I'd struggled a bit with wiring, since I did need approximately 3cm of antenna, but I was able to solve that with the surgical tubing I was using for his urethras. I attached a filament of surgical steel, about the diameter of a human hair to the tube, using a milligram of Thorium to cauterize the materials. This would be in close enough proximity to the microchips that the desired signal would be inferred by the electromagnetic field produced.

All in all, the whole thing took a little more than 90 minutes and that included making Dave's now very smooth crotch as beautiful as I could. I even designed a little check valve for his bladder recess and sculpted it under the microscope so when he used it his pee would come out in nicely uniform stream...not some random all over messing spray! I thought it was quite attractive already and after a few weeks, perhaps a month, when his scars healed, it would look like he'd never even had a penis! It was making me excited just looking at him...sexually excited! And I couldn't wait to experiment with him!

Dave took some time to get used to his new condition. My parents spoke to his parents...well, back up. My daddy and I spoke to my mom. She was really quite surprised at first, and didn't really believe it until she saw Dave sleeping peacefully in my bed. Where a few hours before a long hard straight cock had been, there was now only a smooth bit of skin, swollen and discolored of course, a little bruised and red, but it would heal very well in my expert opinion. Mom looked at his bladder recess; I suppose pee-hole is easier, which also served as his ejaculate-hole, since I'd left Dave's balls attached. I like balls. Penises never did a whole lot for me, but testicles...mmmm... There was something about those, I always liked! And Dave had nice ones too. Low hanging, heavy, plum sized balls in a soft wrinkled sack that smelled wonderful! Manly and musky...sexy! So he had his balls hanging there, below a blank empty smooth bit of body...I was in love!

Mom too, once she was used to it! Especially when I told her the secret that was going to win me the Science Fair!

"Why did you leave his balls?" My mom finally asked. "He would look so nice if he was completely smooth!" Mom was rubbing herself a little.

"Yeah." I nodded. "I thought about pushing them up, into his pelvis and doing some reconstruction on his scrotum, you know, making him totally smooth. But I kind of like the effect. No penis, just a pair of balls hanging there."

"They are very pretty." My mom agreed.

My Daddy just grunted. "Seen one pair you seen em all."

"Oh, you have pretty balls too dear!" My mom smiled and hugged him.

"Anyway, I need to leave the balls because I'm going to observe Dave and measure the effects of not being able to ejaculate. I mean he'll still be producing testosterone, among other things, and sperm obviously, but it won't have any recourse to expression."

"Huh?" Daddy looked at me.

"He won't cum dear." Mom giggled.

"No, he won't. Not unless I tell his body to ejaculate. I've used some technology, fairly simple technology really, to control the muscles that permit Dave's testes to expel sperm. I couldn't completely isolate them from his nervous system of course, but I think I've inhibited them enough to prevent any nocturnal emissions."

"Wet dreams." My mom whispered to Daddy before he could ask.

"And, just in case, I have an off switch that sends a constant relaxation signal to those particular muscles, so even if his subconscious did try to have a wet dream..." I smiled at Daddy. "Well, nothing would happen."

"Hmmm..." Daddy rubbed his crotch thoughtfully. "You uh...love this guy, huh?"

"Of course!" I laughed. "Anyway, that same technology allows me to give him orgasm anytime I want. As often as I want." I giggled. "He won't even know when it's coming, no pun intended!"

"How do you do that, Bambi?" My mom asked, rubbing her chin thoughtfully and glancing at Daddy.

"Oh, it's a little remote control." I held it up. "Runs off AAA batteries."

"Ohhhh..." Mom giggled.

"That boy is gonna be in living hell!" My Daddy shook his head.

"No dear, believe me! I've seen that boy in bed...he'll love it!" Mom told him. "And besides, he's going to be our son-in-law, so you might as well get used to the boy. No teasing him because he doesn't have a dick!"

"Yeah, yeah..." Daddy sighed. "Well, if my baby's gotta get married, I guess this is for the best...at least I don't have to imagine him dipping his wick in my baby's pie!"

Like I said, my parents talked to Dave's parents. My fiancé was still asleep of course, I thought it would be best to keep him out for a full day and then wake him slowly to the realization of what I'd done. My future in-laws took it well, the mother did anyway. She didn't think there was really anything to get in a fuss over, but Dave’s dad was a little harder to win over. He was thinking about calling a lawyer, of all things, maybe even the police, but his wife talked him out of that!

"Henry!" She was whispering loudly, loudly enough that we could hear her in the other room. "Now you shut right up! That little girl in there did us a favor! Dave is going to marry a young woman who is beautiful, smart, and tough enough to get what she wants! Now there just aren't a whole lot of us around, do you understand me? If Dave had his way he'd be sticking his thing in every girl he happened to meet at the bus stop! And probably marry some exotic dancer named Buffy! Or worse! Now don't you ruin his chances for happiness, do you understand me?"

"But..."

"Don't you but me, Henry! I run this family, not you! Now get in there and smile and tell those nice people how happy you are to share in our children's happiness! Or so help me Henry, I'll have you strapped down and de-balled so fast you'll wonder if your watch broke!"

"Yes dear."

"That's better!"

I had no idea Dave's mom was so tough! I knew I was going to like her a lot! I told her...

"If uh, you ever do want to castrate your husband, I can do it." I smiled. "No charge."

"Oh, you're a sweet girl, Bambi!" She hugged me and smiled. "Is next week good for you?"

Telling Dave was going to be tough, I knew. But luckily my mom and Dave's mom were there with me, to give me some much needed support and help soothe Dave's concerns about being a man without penis! It was actually about 10 days later. I'd kept him doped up and really wanted to make sure he was healing okay. Of course he wasn't unconscious the whole time and he wondered why he had a catheter coming through all the bandages, but he figured that at least still meant he had a penis. I didn't tell him otherwise until I had to.

He didn't say anything for a long time. He just looked at himself while I held up the mirror and smiled hopefully at him. I really wanted him to appreciate the effort I put into it! This wasn't some emergency room hack job. I'd studied the latest reconstructive surgery techniques and even spent $42,000 of my own money on the laser I'd used. Of course it was an older model, but I'd picked it up from a hospital in the Ukraine. It was worth 10 times what I paid for it, at least! The hospital over there needed penicillin more than they needed a laser though and 42 grand paid for a lot of medicine.

After Dave stared for awhile he looked at his mother. "Mommy?" He was crying a little. "Am I still a boy?"

"Of course you’re still a boy, dear!" His mom rushed over and they hugged. "Your father isn't." She giggled and my mom and I grinned at each other. "But you are!"

“What?” Dave stared at her, not understanding what she’d just said.

“I said yes, you’re a man! You still have your balls, and you're going to give me some grandchildren! Lots of them! Understand me?” His mom looked at Dave sternly. Giving him a little tough love.

Dave looked at me and I could see he was nervous. He didn't know what to say or how to feel. That was okay though, I figured that my psychiatry degree would pay for itself with our happiness. Well...it hadn't cost me anything anyway, but you know what I mean. Dave would soon learn to love me as much as I loved him, I was sure. And with all that testosterone and no relief I thought he'd make one heck of a football player too! But first…There was the small matter of the Science Fair to win!

I let Dave recuperate while I went to work on our displays. I needed to be able to explain quickly and graphically exactly what our project was about. This wasn’t really all that hard. Daddy was a big help and it was his idea to use the three 42” Plasma Panels I'd gotten from a yard sale at Boston College to illustrate the medical procedure. I have to admit, it looked pretty flashy when it was all set up. One panel ran the film of the procedure with my original narration cleaned up a little and displayed as subtext, rather than a voiceover.

Another panel showed the workings of the male reproductive system. It was sort of cartoonish in my opinion, but Daddy liked it a lot. He said it was easy to understand and now he knew what the hell I was talking about, kind of. The third panel I used to illustrate our long term goal of studying the effects of prolonged orgasm denial on a human. It was basically my application for the research grant I was going to ask for, but in less detail. I really didn’t think it was interesting enough compared to the other two panels, but it met the criteria, I think.

Of course the best part would be Dave himself. Daddy built a revolving stage for him to stand on. People would naturally want to see our project live and in person. During the actual judging I would bring Dave to orgasm several times to prove the functionality of our project and demonstrate the application of all our hard work. I was sure they’d be impressed. The booth on our right was a model of the solar system made with Styrofoam balls and turned by a bicycle chain. On our left some kids were building a model of Mt. St. Helens and using vinegar, baking soda, and red food coloring to simulate lava flow. I rolled my eyes when I heard about that one. Anyway, I didn’t envision a whole lot of competition, you know?

Convincing Dave to model on the platform in front of hundreds of fellow students, parents, teachers, reporters, and judges was going to take some doing though! I really couldn’t understand his reluctance! Every time I brought the subject up he pulled the blanket over his head and cried miserably! Even his mother couldn’t cheer him up! I was really getting worried. He was healing just fine, of course, I was even planning on doing a little more surgery, just some lasing of his epidermis really, to eliminate the small scars that I hadn’t been able to avoid during the operation. He was going to look perfect and his picture would be in text books for years to come!

“Dave?”

This was our last chance. Dave’s mom had convinced her husband to talk to their son. I sure hope it worked!

“Dave, uh…” He coughed a little. “Now you listen to me son, you, uh…need to listen to your mother. And…” He glanced at me and swallowed nervously.

I had his balls in a little glass jar. Dave’s mom wanted them in a snow globe paperweight for her desk at work and I hadn’t had a chance to do that yet. Not that it would have taken long, but she was very understanding anyway. Lawyers know how important things have to take precedence over our selfish desires.

“Well son, you need to get out of this bed and stop moping around. You, uh…put your dick on the chopping block for this project and you sure don’t want to see all that hard…work…go to waste!” He was looking down and I didn’t think he sounded very convincing.

“That’s easy for you to say Dad!” Dave whined and I rolled my eyes. “She didn’t…didn’t…didn’t cut of your dick!”

“No she didn’t cut that off, but…uh…You’re right about that son…Just remember, having a dick doesn’t make a man!” His wife was prodding him, whispering in his ear. “Uh…Balls make a man, trust me. And you got some big ones there.”

Dave didn’t say anything for a minute and I didn’t think it was going to work.

“You don’t know what it’s like! S-She cut off my dick! You…you don’t know, Dad!”

“Now ahhhh son…” He was tilting his head a little. “I do know a little something about it and uh, well…she loves you. That’s why Bambi did it….Now you might not understand that, but you have to believe me on this…Everybody in this room loves you and…”

“Everyone else will laugh at me!” He almost yelled! “And how would you know anyway?”

“Look here son…come on, get your head of there and stop hiding.” Dave’s dad was undoing his trousers. “Take a look at this now.”

I’d done a pretty nice job, I thought, for my first castration. He was totally smooth underneath that rather useless penis. No scars at all either, I’d cleaned him up very nicely and I never got tired of inspecting the man. Oh…I saw one or two small blemishes, but nobody else would notice, not in a hundred years. I was just being overly critical of my work, as usual.

“D-Dad?” Dave was staring at the empty place between his father’s legs were his plump little balls had once been. “What happened?” He sat up a little straighter, which I took as a good sign.

“Well, your mother and I…” His wife gave him a little kick in the shin. “Your mother...decided that I didn’t really need those pesky testicles anymore so she, uh…she had Bambi remove them and…” His wife was whispering more. “..and I’m so glad too son, because now…now I don’t have to compete with her like I used to. I can um, relax and be the husband I should have been all these years.”

“But…” Dave stared.

“No buts! I’m...s-sorry I let my balls get in the way of so much happiness and, well…I’m not really a man anymore, son. Not like your mother needs so…” She kicked him again. “There will be some…er, changes…but don’t you worry about that now. The important thing is you still have your balls and you have a woman who loves you. Who needs you son, and that’s all any man could ask for in this world! Now you, uh…you get on out of there and hold your head up high. Don’t worry about those other people. Believe me, when uh…when they see how happy you and Bambi are, why they’ll…uh…they’ll wish they’d thought of it first!”

Wow! I was almost clapping after that little speech! I figured if that didn’t do the trick, nothing would! Dave’s mom gave her husband a smile and a little rub between his legs, telling him he was a good little eunuch and he could give her a foot massage later. That seemed to please him quite a lot and I was really glad I’d been able to make them so happy with just a couple swipes of my scalpel.

Dave was nodding and he looked at me, his face questioning I thought. “I love you David.” I confessed. “Please trust me, okay? I only want what’s best for us, for both of us.”

“I, um…I love you too Bambi.” He was smiling, just a little and I felt my heart do a little flutter. “I just…I mean all those people and…”

“Oh pooh!” I giggled. “All those people will be looking at you in amazement! Especially the girls! But don’t let that go to your head now!” I warned him sternly, but I was smiling. “You’re my man, nobody else’s! They can look but they can’t touch!”

Dave swallowed hard, but he nodded, being so brave! “Alright Bambi, I’ll…I’ll do it as long as you…you’re with me. I’ll do it.”

And he did too! He looked so strong up there, going slowly around in a circle while all of our friends and classmates stared at him. Oh, there were a few giggles, and some of the boys seemed to turn a little pale…in fact, there weren’t a whole lot of boys who looked for more than a few seconds. The girls though, I really needed to keep an eye on them and I was glad my Daddy was there…He was my official booth security guard and he kept all those oohing and ahhing teenage high school girls on their toes, let me tell you! He even took a few of them into the backroom for a good spanking or two!

When the judges came by, taking notes on their clipboards, I gave them my presentation while they looked up at David’s smooth unspoiled crotch with his two big balls hanging there all by themselves. There were three judges and I doubted if any of them were truly qualified to judge my project. I mean one was an electrical engineer, so he could appreciate some of the technical aspects, but the other two…a florist or something with a degree in paleontology and a local television personality with a degree in meteorology? Come on, please! I tried to use small words and pointed at the graphics a lot.

The best part though, the part that had drawn the crowd was when I demonstrated my remote ability to exercise Dave’s ejaculation response! He had a good month’s worth of sperm and I hoped it would be enough, even with the high protein supplements I was putting him on…I really wanted to put on a show! I had done some very rough calculations on the probable force of his ejaculation, but I wouldn’t really know the extent of his abilities until I measured the PSI of his ejaculate…I’d measured Daddy’s, a couple times, just for something to compare Dave’s results with. It wasn’t ideal, considering the differences in their relative physiques, but I thought it would be enough for the judges.

“Okay, stand back please!” I smiled as I held up the remote control. “Are you ready David?” I had cameras and a variety of measuring devices aimed at him, and of course I had an old fashioned measuring tape on the floor.

“Betting’s closed!” My Daddy was saying. I’d ignored his little betting pool on how far David would shoot.

“I’m ready, Bambi.” Dave nodded and closed his eyes.

“Now please remember, this is after only 30 days without ejaculation and with absolutely zero physical or emotional stimulation!” I would have preferred to isolate him completely, since I was quite sure having a large crowd of adoring young females was giving him some small amount of pleasure. But the judges didn’t seem to notice this discrepency.

My remote had only three buttons, the original two: ‘ON’ and ‘OFF’ of course. But also I’d added a ‘PULSE’ mode, which I thought should simulate more accurately the spasmodic release of semen in a normal male. But I wasn’t going to use that button, not for my first demonstration.

I thumbed the ON button and several people, mostly girls suddenly gasped as David arched his back and the little opening in the smooth soft flesh where his penis had once been released a long jet of his creamy sperm arcing through the air! It landed nearly 12 feet away, puddling on the floor just inches from a little bull’s eye I’d drawn with a magic marker. Dave was groaning loudly and his eyes were tightly shut and he looked amazingly happy. I let him cum for a good 30 seconds before I turned it off and he immediately relaxed, catching his breath and smiling as a little rivulet of semen ran down to his balls.

One girl from school, Sandy Jordan, jumped up and licked it off, even tonguing my boyfriend's little hole before Daddy could grab her! I shook my head, there was always one! I just smiled as Daddy took her to the backroom for a spanking...I knew he'd show her what happened to 15 year old sperm lickers!

I waited until the cheering died down and the crowd returned its full attention on David before I hit the PULSE button, since I really wanted to test that one too, and I was gratified to see his sperm shooting out in a series of rapid spurts, each of them approximately 2.5 seconds long with a 1 second delay between them. It was quite nice, I thought, and after a dozen spurts I turned it off. I should have warned Dave about that one though, he hadn’t been expecting it at all and it left him a little dazed I think. But he told me later it had felt wonderful!

I left David to accept our awards; he’d never won anything before, at least nothing that required mental effort, just sports junk. A nice professor from Cal-Tech offered us a research grant and Dave was almost accepting that too, but I snatched it out of his hand.

“Funds…facilities…staff…” I shook my head and giggled, their numbers were totally inadequate! “I’m sorry professor, but I’m not sure you’ve considered all of our needs…”

“What?” He looked at me. “I assure you Dr. Pavageau, we are very dedicated to your project…”

“My boyfriend wants to play football.” I told him with a shake of my head. I looked at David. “Does Cal-Tech have a football team?”

“I dunno.” He shrugged. “USC does.”

I smiled brightly and gave the papers back to the professor. “They have a medical school too. I guess we’ll wait for USC to call. Thank you!”

Actually we ended up at the University of Minnesota, which was a much better deal! They gave David a full scholarship and he even started for the Gophers in the Rose Bowl his senior year! He was the first player without a dick to ever to win the Heisman Trophy and the National Championship in the same year! Of course he had four years of sperm built up too! His testosterone levels were off the chart by that time! He really was unstoppable! His nickname was 'Dickless' naturally enough and he had his own cheering section, full of sexy college women holding up signs that said stuff like "GO DICKLESS!" and "YOU DON'T NEED A DICK TO SCORE (with me!)" ...it was kind of cute and I liked to sit in that section because all the other women treated me so nice. A couple of the girls even asked me to help them with some 'little problems' they had with their boyfriends, and of course who was I to say no? I'd really forgotten how much fun college could be, or maybe not...it had been a lot different when I was only nine, obviously. I was 15 now and they treated me almost like a real person, even though I was a professor now and had to give lectures once in awhile, even teach a couple courses. But really, that's what grad students are for anyway.

"Dave! Dickless Dave! You've just won the National Championship! What are you going to do now?" Some reporter was asking.

"I'm gonna get married!" Dave was grinning and gave the camera a big thumbs up mouthing the words 'I LOVE YOU BAMBI' I was so proud!

We were married that same night! It really was the best day of our lives, up to that point. I mean...football championship thingy, marriage…and finally I was going to get pregnant! Right there in our honeymoon bed! Oh! The miracles of science!

I was wearing a very sexy red bit of silky lingerie. Like a tiny camisole and matching thong. I’d just gotten married and I wanted to consummate it so badly! We’d had sex before, of course, but only oral sex…just Dave worshipping my body really. That had started when I was still just 14 and I wasn’t sure my Daddy would have approved if he hadn’t known David’s dick was safely encased in Lucite. I’d made it into a nice paperweight for my own desk, nine inches high, 6 inches in diameter…The base was weighted and rounded slightly so it would wobble if I gave it a little push. But it wouldn't fall down! It was cute and quite the conversation piece, let me tell you! It also reminded freshman that I had no time for questions. None. If I'd wanted freshman to ask me questions I'd have given them some. Sophomores could ask one. But it had better be a pretty damn good one and they had to get it out of their shocked stuttering little mouths before my penis paperweight stopped wobbling!

Anyway, those times when we did it…David liked to start on my boobs and work his way around and down first. Making me shiver all over as my nipples hardened and then he’d kiss down my back, down to my perfect ass, worshipping it, licking and sucking every little centimeter of me and then, after I’d already cum a couple times usually, going to work on my pussy. He was so good at it! Believe me, four years of nothing but oral from a guy who is going literally insane with the need to orgasm is the very best! His tongue was so strong and talented now!

And afterwards I usually had a special treat for him too! A strap-on dildo that I’d modeled on his own big dick before I’d mounted it! Pretty neat huh? I’d made a mold of Dave’s penis and gotten some guys at the University to make it for me. It was made of some very advanced synthetic materials similar to rubber in composition, but much cleaner, much more pliable and realistic. They were using it for the latest in prosthetic devices…so I just had them make a prosthetic penis! I loved fucking Dave with his own cock! It tickled his prostate and really made him squirm, begging me to give him an orgasm…but of course I never did! That would have spoiled my study!

And, of course, I had never let Dave use it on me! I mean we hadn’t been married before, so I was still a virgin for him on our wedding night! I thought that was the most romantic thing in the world, and I hoped he appreciated my sacrifice! I had a couple grad students, Paul and Peter, they were twins and oh my God!! I know they were dying to get in my panties and a couple times I thought I was really going to lose it and give in…But I didn’t and I managed to talk them into getting castrated. It was the only way I could keep them on my staff, you know? Avoid the tension of temptation. I told them…It’s me or your balls, gentlemen. Of course, what are balls compared to making medical history? So I started a policy of never taking assistants with balls, if someone wants to work in my lab…He better give them up!

I changed that policy after our wedding though. I mean I wasn’t a virgin anymore then and I explained to Dave that a woman has needs…you know? Even a woman madly in love with her husband! My mother had taught me that!

On our wedding night though I had a real present for my husband. A strap-on made just for him and once again modeled on his original penis. This one was different though! It had a plug that would fit seamlessly into his pee-hole and ran a bit of surgical tubing up to the tip, so when he ejaculated, it would come right out of his penis! And right into my waiting womb! I'd created a couple very small reduction systems inside it though, just to reduce the pressure to managable levels! I didn't want to hurt myself when he came after four long years! I was so excited to try it out and so was my brand new husband, believe me!

But first!

“David, honey…” I was standing there in my see-through nightie and my lacy thong. “Before we can do it…” I held up the new and improved strap-on with an impish grin. “We need to do some other things.”

“Like what?” Dave was taking off his socks, sitting on the bed and he’d already removed his tuxedo and boxers. “It’s been four years, Bambi…it’s our wedding night! I love you…everything else can wait!”

“Ahhh-ah-ah-ah!” I backed up waving my finger. “Not everything, dear. We need to do something first, or those four years will be ruined!”

“What?” He shook his head, pleading with me for an explanation.

“Well, I need to remove one of your testicles.” I saw the look of absolute horror on his face and I hurried on. “I need to measure the amount of sperm inside it, prior to ejaculation!” I stressed. “And I need to dissect it and see how it’s matured in the last four years, comparing it to a normal, unaltered male of similar age and background.”

He stared at me.

“And uh, well, frankly I’m going to need to drain some sperm from the other testicle. I won’t remove all of it, I need a baby! But um, just oh…maybe an ounce of semen, not much at all, believe me. But your balls are so large now, so swollen…honestly dear, you have a lot of sperm in there.”

They were big too! Like oranges and I was really going to take a lot more than a measly ounce out of that bad boy! But I didn’t want him to worry…losing 3 fluid ounces of semen from his last remaining nut would have sounded like an awful lot to him! I figured he’d still have about 2-4 more where that came from though!

“Drain?” David stared at me.

“With a needle, yeah. I’ll draw the sperm off and preserve it. I need to put it directly into a little device, like a freezer, that will store your semen indefinitely, preserving very nearly 100% viability! That way I can get pregnant again someday!”

“But why?…We could just do it…again, you know…all the time, can’t we?” Poor Dave looked so confused!

“Oh no dear. Tomorrow we start phase two!”

“Phase two?” He cringed.

“Uh-huh! I was meaning to tell you, um…We got another grant for a 6 year study on long term orgasm denial. We’ll compare those results with our previous study and…” I smiled and shrugged.

I didn’t want to tell him that at the end of those 6 years I’d have to dissect his other ball, and of course I wouldn’t be able to allow him to ejaculate before I did it either. This would be the last night of his whole life that my husband would be able to cum. I was glad he hadn’t figured that out right away, it would be easier to tell him afterwards. At least he’d get to make love to me once, breaking the hymen I’d saved for only him, and impregnating me…even if he couldn’t really feel it. But how much feeling did a penis really have anyway?

I made a mental note to find out.

“Six years?” Dave’s gasp brought me back. He really needed some good news!

“Hey! I bought you a Ferrari! A red one!” I hoped that would make him feel better but he only gave me a tiny tear stained smile.

“Thanks Bambi.” He whispered.

“Oh you’re welcome, dear! So!” I smiled brightly and clapped my hands. My eunuch assistants, Peter and Paul emerged from the other room, pushing a cart laid out with my surgical instruments towards our bridal bed. I figured I'd just do it there. “Are you ready honey? The sooner we get this over with, the sooner we get to make a baby!”

Okay...I'm officially done with this story!

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