The Mad Doctor (Caption Story)

 

As scientists, my colleagues and I seek to test and understand the Human Condition. It's the foundation of our research. No matter how eccentric and outlandish our research may seem, we do it all to better understand ourselves and the world around us.

But of all my colleagues, there is one who balances precariously on the line between scientist and madman... Dr Charlie Jones. The man has no sense of limitation or restraint. On numerous occasions I have seen him administer drugs and chemicals to himself with varying results. In fact, he's only recently returned to his office after ingesting a concoction designed to make himself taller. It's results like this that gave him the nickname of 'The Mad Doctor'.

Charlie sent me an email earlier in the day, asking for my assistance in a new project. I reluctantly agreed to help; mainly because I knew he'd perform his experiment regardless and at least I could call for medical help if required.

Knocking on his door, I was surprised to find a beautiful woman answer on Charlie's behalf. "Come in, Doctor. The test is about to begin."

"I didn't realise Doctor Jones had a new assistant." I shook her hand, introducing myself before entering Charlie's office. "Is he here? It's not like him to leave his office... Unless it's on a stretcher..."

The woman laughed, grabbing a flask and beaker from Charlie's desk. She haphazardly poured a black smoking liquid into the beaker and swirled it for a moment. It was the exact same imprecision as I'd expect from an Assistant to the 'Mad Doctor'. She was certainly an attractive woman. But there was something else. Was she wearing Charlie's glasses? Strange, though no stranger than the man himself.

She held out the beaker, offering me the odd concoction. "Are you thirsty, John?"

"Are you mad!?" I snapped, backing away from her. "It's bad enough for Charlie to drink this stuff, but to have his assistant offer out his experiments like it were a cocktail at a bar? You can certainly give it a go if you have a death wish, but I didn't sign up for that!"

She nodded, then tapped the beaker on the desk and downed the entire glass in one. Crazy woman was worse than Charlie. "Tastes like... raspberries!" She laughed. "I thought you'd at least be interested in what we're testing, Doctor Do-Little!"

That was a nickname that Charlie gave me. While I saw him as a madman who recklessly jumped into things, he saw me as a coward who worked at a snail's pace. Suddenly it all clicked into place and I realised there was no other explanation. "Charlie!?"

She, or rather he, took a bow. Just the sort of theatrics and mannerisms to confirm my hypothesis. Somehow Charlie managed to change his gender. It was so obvious now that I knew. There was a clear resemblance, as though he were a long lost sister or something. A truly outrageous and remarkable result from what I can only imagine was a series of equally outrageous methods.

"How on earth did you manage this, Charlie?" I asked, sitting down while my head swam with questions and theories. "Tell me everything!"

He took me through his recent research. Apparently his previous attempts to alter his height revolved around the same concept. The process involved a chemical concoction that affected the user's DNA. It didn't change it outright. That would be far too dangerous. But instead, it reworked the DNA by enhancing or diminishing individual markers. In this case, Charlie was suppressing his Y Chromosome and accelerating development which in turn instructed his body to change into that of a woman.

"This is incredible!" I exclaimed, overwhelmed by the applications this discovery could bring. "You could cure the world with this! You could eliminate disease and make humanity into a customisable species. Imagine being able to pick your own traits out of your genetic history..."

I was so caught up in thought that I hadn't noticed Charlie preparing a syringe. One jab to the neck and I was dosed. "Sorry James. But before we go public with this, I need to do some further tests. I had hoped you'd take part willingly, but now we must do this the hard way, so to speak..."

"Wh-what the hell was that?" I gasped, rubbing my neck to soothe the itching sensation. It ran down my spine and towards my crotch. A growing warmth, accompanied by a foggy sensation in my mind. I felt high as a kite. And it didn't take long for Charlie to see the result he was hoping for. "Why do I feel so..."

Charlie unbuttoned my jeans and pulled out my cock. I was painfully hard. It certainly didn't help matters that Charlie had taken off his labcoat and his tits were on full display. He knelt down and jotted down some notes. He was studying my erection closely, which made my head swim with naughty thoughts I wouldn't usually debase myself with.

"Describe how you feel, John." Charlie looked me in the eyes, those lips would be perfect to wrap around my cock.

"I can't stop thinking about sex!" I admitted. "What the hell did you drug me with?"

He put down his notes and gripped my cock at the base. "Think of it as Viagra on steroids. It's a powerful aphrodisiac that also lowers inhibitions. Not dissimilar to the one I drank in front of you moments ago. Though I can't help but notice it seems to act slower on women... fascinating!"

Without pausing for breath, Charlie began to suck on my cock. The sensation was more intense than any blowjob I've had before. I couldn't resist it even if I wanted to. Even knowing who this woman really was had no impact on my enjoyment.

"You're really good at this..." I groaned, standing up from the couch. Charlie's mouth stayed in constant contact, as though his life depended on it. "Fuck! You've really embraced womanhood, haven't you?"

I'm not sure if it was a response to my question, but the muffled moans were enough to push me over the edge. I came hard. Charlie dutifully took most of it, swallowing eagerly until the sheer volume became too much. The remainder sprayed onto his chin and chest.

"Holy crap, Charlie! I can't believe you just did that!" I gasped, the drugs seemingly wearing off post climax. "What were we even testing?"

"I'd be more than happy to share my research with you... but I appear to still be under the affect of my aphrodisiac!" Charlie purred. "Given the delay in activation, I'd say I'll be feeling it for at least another hour... So come back later and we'll talk."

He proceeded to retrieve a vibrator from his desk and acted as though I had already left the room. Head clearing, I did as instructed and headed back to my office. "The Mad Doctor just got a whole lot more interesting..." I remarked to myself.