A Gift in Disguise Ch. 03

Friday was rather warm, not quite summer, but almost. Lorraine greeted me at the door as she usually did, then led me to her office. As we walked in, Kim was talking to a woman whom I assumed was Jamie. They stopped talking to each other. Kim nodded and smiled a greeting to me.

"Jamie, this is Tom Connors. Tom, this is Dr. Jamie Devlin."

"Doctor Devlin, how do you do?" I said as she extended her hand. She had a firm grip, though her hands were soft and warm.

"Please, call me Jamie. May I call you Tom?" she asked politely with a pleasant smile. Her voice was sure, but not domineering or particularly authoritative. She was wearing attractive slacks and a sleeveless blouse. My first impression was "nice figure." With the two-inch heels on her shoes, she appeared to be about five foot seven inches tall.

While no one would call her ugly, her face was fairly plain. Maybe it was because her skin was very fair and she wore little or no makeup. Or maybe it was because she had a shapely figure, I assumed she would be rather vain about taking more care to have her facial beauty match it.

We all took our seats and spent the next few minutes with get-acquainted talk. Of course, Kim and Lorraine already knew Jamie, so the talk focused on letting Jamie and me get comfortable with each other. She spoke well, articulately. Like both Lorraine and Kim, she was easy to talk with.

Finally Lorraine guided us to the purpose of the meeting.

"Jamie, now that you've had a chance to examine the phallus in detail in your lab and have watched the video of Tom and I together, what can you tell us about the overheating?"

Jamie spoke easily, confidently, and professionally without descending into unnecessary techno-jargon. She usually looked directly at Kim or me as she explained.

"When Lorraine sent the device to me, she explained what had happened before the overheating. The first thing I did was put it through the same performance and quality assurance regimen used before I sent it to her. I figured if there was a gross component malfunction or failure, it would show up there. Of course, I had detailed step-by-step pre-shipment test results for comparison. Significantly, the readings during my failure analysis were nearly identical to the quality assurance testing readings. The differences in readings were miniscule and attributable to the normal aging through use of the components.

Since that didn't explain the overheating, I subjected the penis to destructive testing."

When she said that, I flinched at associating the words "destructive testing" with "penis." Jamie had been looking at me when she spoke, and she had obviously seen me blink. She smiled discretely but knowingly at my momentary discomfort while she continued.

"I examined each of the piezo generators, their associated wiring and circuits, and the integrated circuit chip that changes the generators' outputs into the electrical impulses Lorraine's body interpreted as triggers for sexual arousal. I also checked the gold-plated output contacts that touch her body to see if there was any chemical reaction between them and her bodily fluids. Again, everything checked out well within their required limits.

In other words, folks, the phallus didn't fail. That was not a particularly surprising outcome, but we needed to conclusively eliminate component malfunction or failure. I even removed the chip's outer encapsulation and microscopically examined the actual circuitry inside to see if it had failed internally. It hadn't.

So that leads me to the conclusion that the phallus' overheating was caused by an abnormal and unexpected external force. That, of course, may be the apparent electric force you mysteriously generate during sexual arousal and orgasm. Tom. Since the phallus is nonconductive except for the tiny gold contacts touching Lorraine's genitalia, I have to conclude that the electricity from Tom's body was either inductively coupled to the phallus or it was conducted from Tom to Lorraine while your other body parts were touching during sex, thence into the phallus from Lorraine through its gold contacts.

Frankly, the inductive coupling theory is more likely than direct conduction. It seems to me that as you are becoming aroused, Tom, your body begins to store an electric charge. Then, either just before you cum or while you are cumming, something in your brain triggers the electric discharge that ultimately causes your partner's brain to release the chemicals causing not just a normal orgasm but a super-orgasm. Of course, if some part of you like your cock or finger or tongue is in immediate contact with some sexually sensitive area of your partner's body, your electric discharge could be conductive as well. That would be consistent with your history as Lorraine related it to me."

Jamie gave an "I don't know" shrug as she stopped talking.

"Kim? Tom? Do either of you have any questions for Jamie?"

The engineer side of me began to show. "I do," I responded. "Jamie, you said each phallus was distinctive, designed specifically for each individual, in this case one for Lorraine and the other for Kim. What distinguishes Lorraine's from Kim's? Is it possible that whatever caused Lorraine's to overheat might not affect Kim's at all?"

Jamie literally beamed at being asked an "engineering" question, clearly her strong suit.

"The components used," she began, "are identical in every respect. What's different, though, is the physical and electrical points that come into contact with the wearer's pubic area.

While every woman's pubic mound has some similarities, barring physical deformity or surgical alteration or scarring, every woman is nevertheless unique. Consequently, our shapes, our areas of sensitivity, and the degree of sensitivity are all slightly different. And, of course, every woman has a slightly different body and pelvic structure. Each phallus has to be designed to take the individual wearer's factors into account.

With both Lorraine and Kim, I first made a very detailed mold of their pubic areas. Once I had each mold, I scanned it into a computer with a 3-D scanning program to enable me to define and precisely locate areas of importance.

Then I met with them and carefully and precisely applied stimuli at over 50 points in their pubic areas and measured their sexual arousal responses. That told me where they should be most and least responsive to physical and electrical stimulation.

I applied the sensitivity data points to the 3-D computer scan, and that told me exactly where to place the physical pressure bumps and the electrical stimulation plates during construction of each phallus.

The next step was to make sure the phallus was the right length, girth, balance, and mass for each wearer. Remember, the objective was to have a phallus that would feel natural to the wearer. And Tom, you might be interested to know that thanks to Lorraine's detailed measurements of your erect penis along with your other physical measurements, you were one of the two 'models' I chose for selecting the proper proportions for the size of each phallus. The data from you and the other 'model' were evaluated to come up with a viable design.

Finally, I built a prototype. The first was for Lorraine. It took four separate trials to arrive at a prototype for her which met all the design criteria and was also comfortable to wear. Comfort is very subjective, so it took some tweaking to accommodate her. Because of my experience designing and building prosthetics, that was expected and very reasonable. Because Lorraine was able to orgasm, she was able to anecdotally describe which adjustments improved or degraded her orgasms' intensities and durations.

I went through the same process making Kim's phallus, but of course, she was unable to orgasm, so that dimension of feedback was unavailable to me.

The drawback to both prototypes, though, is that they are always erect. Once the overall design concept is proven, I am going to work on making the phallus flaccid when no arousal stimuli are present, then becoming erect as the wearer becomes aroused. Developments in nanotechnology will definitely have some application here.

Does that answer your questions, Tom?"

I briefly wondered who the second "penis model" was, but that didn't seem too important. While I was visualizing the mold-forming interaction between Lorraine and Jamie, Lorraine didn't wait for me to ask anything further.

"So, Jamie, what is the next step? Any ideas?" she asked.

"Oh, we're definitely ahead of where you started several months ago with Tom. I think you were on the right track trying to find the source of his power to cause super orgasms.

Of course, you hooked him up to your sexual polygraph, and he promptly smoked it," Jamie said while grinning and giving me a rather unscientific but, frankly, ego-boosting two thumbs-up signal. "And the sensors you wore during your EKG while you rode cowgirl on Tom really weren't designed to measure and record the kind of electrical impulses he was generating. So what I'd suggest we do is wire him up again using properly selected sensors feeding into a computer that will record everything. Then we sexually stimulate him until he cums."

Jamie looked at me again and smiled slightly. There was something suggestive in the smile that told me she might enjoy that at least as much as I would. Or maybe it was her use of "we" when she said, "Then we sexually stimulate him until he cums."

Kim joined in, explaining to Jamie the technique of prostate massage she had used in combination with her manual hand job to recreate a super-orgasm in me.

Their discussion was causing me to get a hard-on just thinking about it. I thought I saw Jamie taking a quick glance at the bulge in my jeans, but I could have been mistaken.

"So, Tom, would you be up for that?" Jamie asked. We all chuckled easily at the double entendre.

Before I could respond, though, Jamie continued. "We shouldn't assume that test will be conclusive, though. At best it will confirm or dispel that an unusual electrical force is present in and maybe on Tom's body during sex, and that something discharges it when you orgasm, Tom. But that alone isn't likely to tell us how you are generating and presumably storing the charge in the first place.

To get closer to that, we would have to probably do a CT scan while you are becoming aroused and experiencing an orgasm."

"I assume that your sensors would generate waveforms for analysis?" I asked?

"Yes. The computer will translate the sensor readings into waveforms so I can get some idea of the properties of your electrical impulses," Jamie responded.

"It sounds like we might be able do the first test here," I said. "But wouldn't the CT scan have to be done at a hospital or radiology clinic?"

Jamie had obviously already considered that same thought.

"Normally, yes. But under one of my contracts with the Defense Department, I have access to a research CT facility where this kind of exam can be done very discretely. In fact, you might be surprised to know you would not be the first person to have a brain CT scan done there while being sexually stimulated to orgasm. Sexual dysfunction in both men and women can result from a variety of causes connected with military service. As a matter of fact, we've done this type of CT scan on several patients of both genders.

The facility staff was carefully selected to preserve professionalism and confidentiality and to make the patients as comfortable as possible. The procedures, from intake through the test itself and its results are closely controlled, and access to both the procedure and the data that results is limited to only those people who absolutely need to know. In your case, that would be the radiologist who operates the equipment, Lorraine or Kim who assist you during the test, and me reviewing the results with the radiologist, Lorraine, and Kim.

Tom, I don't want to minimize the importance of the procedure and results, but frankly, for the facility staff, you're no different that others who have been subjected to the same test. Your identity will be coded, just as it is for the other people who are tested. The staff will never learn your true identity -- unless you want them to."

I was almost reassured. Not completely, but almost.

"I thought that during a CT scan, the person had to lie completely still," I said to no one in particular.

"And you're wondering how the motion associated with your masturbation might influence the results?" Kim finished my thought for me.

"That's why someone with whom you're comfortable, probably either Lorraine or Kim, will need to be there to 'assist' you during the procedure," Jamie answered. "Your head will be immobilized as will your upper torso and arms. The assistant will provide the necessary stimulation and manual manipulation. It will be up to you and them which one of them assists you."

Somehow, "necessary stimulation and manual manipulation" didn't sound as enticing as "hand job."

"I'll volunteer for that," Kim said with unconcealed eagerness. "Being a medical doctor, I can also monitor his physical and behavioral responses during the test as well."

I felt like asking Kim if that was her only motivation but decided against it.

Jamie put it directly to me. "Well, Tom, it's entirely up to you if you want to do either, both, or neither test. The easiest to arrange is probably the first one. It would be up to Lorraine and Kim when it would fit into their schedules to do it here.

As for the CT scan, that will take a couple weeks, maybe longer, to schedule into the facility. It's about sixty miles from here, so it could be scheduled for a Saturday or Sunday."

"Would it be all right with all of you if we did the first test here, then looked at the results to decide if I should have the CT scan done?" I asked.

"That's an excellent suggestion, Tom," Jamie responded. "I don't think the first test will be conclusive, however its results might help us better structure and conduct the CT scan. Good idea!"

We all talked for another fifteen minutes or so, and we agreed that the first test in Lorraine's office would be on the Saturday at the end of the next week, eight days from today. That worked well into everyone's schedule.

The meeting concluded amiably. But as I walked to my car, I was feeling oddly uneasy. Something, I'm not quite sure what, was troubling me. I opened my car door but heard Kim call out to me before I could get in. Her car was parked just ahead of mine at the curb.

"Tom, I was wondering if you would like to come by the house tomorrow afternoon? My husband gets back into town next week, and the kids will be coming for a few days to visit with us. Before then, I'd like to talk with you privately about what we discussed -- you know, about ... sexual fantasies."

Kim's suggestion was a very thinly veiled one that she wanted to have sex with me again before her husband returned and before future meetings outside Lorraine's office might be difficult. I, of course, had no problem with that, but even her sexual suggestion had left me feeling a bit strange.

"Sure, would one o'clock be all right?"

"That would be perfect, Tom. And I hope you will be wearing your swimsuit under your trousers again." Without waiting for me to respond, she gave me a quick wink, then got in her car and drove off.

I didn't sleep well that night, possibly because I couldn't precisely identify what had been bothering me when I left Lorraine's.

I showered and dressed just before leaving for Kim's. As she had suggested, I wore my very brief competition swim trunks under my clothing.

When she met me at her front door, she was wearing a casual, loose-fitting summery dress, attractive but not terribly revealing.

"Come in, Tom," she invited. "Let's go sit by the pool. Would you like some iced tea or something else to drink?"

"Iced tea would be fine," I replied. Since we had to walk through her home's kitchen to get to the pool, we chatted there briefly but about nothing in particular while she fixed the tea. Then we went out to sit poolside.

"Tom, I wanted to talk with you privately today, because frankly I'm concerned that Lorraine and I have begun treating you more like a laboratory experiment than a person."

That was it! The moment she said that, it hit me. I wouldn't have used the same words she did, but she had succinctly expressed what had been bugging me since the day before. If my expression revealed anything, Kim did not seem to notice it.

"We've been psychologically and medically probing and pushing you as if we're trying to diagnose some grievous emotional condition or some terminal illness. I'm afraid she and I might be losing sight of what's really important here -- your sexual fulfillment and development. I'm concerned we may inflict some kind of analysis paralysis on you, that if we keep testing and analyzing and doing more tests and then more analysis, you'll lose the enjoyment that goes with simply having sex with a willing partner."

"Have you and Lorraine talked about this?" I asked.

"No," she said rather tentatively. "I wanted to discuss it with you first."

"It's funny you would bring it up today," I began. I then went on to describe the uneasiness I had felt since leaving the meeting the day before. But then, having unburdened myself, I went on. "But at the same time, Kim, I don't exactly object to participating in your analysis and testing. After all, if it weren't for Lorraine and you, I would not likely have overcome my unexplained impotence. And you have both done a great deal to open my mind about having sex."

She smiled broadly. "I'm happy to hear you say that, Tom. But please understand that you are absolutely in control of how we will proceed. You should feel free to question and reject anything you're not comfortable doing. We're trying to help you, not push you.

I think Lorraine was surprised that you and I fucked here the first time rather than in her office where she could observe and record it. I suspect, though, that she was happy at your willingness and confidence to do it outside the anonymity provided by her office. I'm amazed that you have adapted so quickly to having sex in her office where it is being recorded and observed, but that's more an expression of your confidence in her and me than anything else. But there are times when even professional associates should talk and do some things privately, don't you agree?"

Her voice had turned noticeably sultry as she uttered her last sentence. My cock was beginning to harden. She didn't wait for me to speak before she continued.

"For example, Tom, when you saw the DVDs of Lorraine and me having sex, when she and I were wearing the phallus to try and help me to orgasm, what did you think? Did that change your view about Lorraine? Of course, you hadn't met me personally yet, but..."

"Lorraine didn't show it to me," I interrupted.

Kim looked genuinely surprised. "She didn't? I assumed she would since she asked for my permission to show it to you. And of course, I willingly assented. Well, Tom, would you like to see it? I have a copy of it, and we have a wide-screen video."

I suspect Kim already knew the answer to her question, and if there was any doubt in her mind, it was erased when I stood up to join her. Her eye movement and smile confirmed it. She took my hand as we walked. I wondered if their home had a projection room. It was certainly large enough, and judging from its size and furnishings, they were wealthy enough to afford one.

We walked down a hall with many framed pictures on the wall. Most of the photos were of a boy and girl, progressing in age to a young man and woman. I assumed it was her son and daughter.