The Experiment

Dr Ross looked across her desk at the latest candidate, her eyebrow arching in interest. He was by far the most attractive and had answered all her questions more than satisfactorily. In fact she was rather pleased that he fitted her criteria more than adequately.

'Well, I think I've made up my mind,' she said, scrutinizing his face, allowing herself a faint smile.

'You have?' Timothy Edward Mathers enquired with anticipation.

Her smile grew wider as she pushed a stapled pile of forms towards him across the polished surface. 'Yes, I think your face will fit in very nicely here.' She was conscious her nipples were swelling beneath her white coat. 'Sign here, here and here, then we can start the ball rolling.'

'Wow, thank you, he managed to say. She gave him a cursory nod as he eagerly signed the legal documents.

Just need them to be witnessed,' she said. She had one of those really confident voices, soothing yet assertive. Clicking the intercom, she called, 'June, Mandy can you come in please.'

Within seconds two women entered also wearing doctors' coats. They were tall like Ross. 'This is Timothy,' Ross offered. 'I've decided to take him on board. I was just saying his face will fit in very nicely.'

Three women tried to contain their laughter, stifling the emotion well. Three knowing looks were exchanged

'Congratulations!' Their handshakes were strong like hers.

'Call me Tim, please.' He looked slightly uneasy surrounded by these attractive amazons.

While they signed the forms Dr Ross poured drinks from a mahogany cabinet.

Let's have a toast to the experiment,' Brenda Ross smiled, thrusting the champagne glass into his hand.

'Here's to Tim,' Mandy said, clinking his glass. They all touched glasses. Tim sipped his drink as they all stood round as if at a cocktail party.

'I can't wait to get started,' June grinned directly at Tim.

'Drink up, Tim,' Brenda ordered.

He had hardly finished the bubbly liquid before he noticed his eyesight becoming blurry. Then their chatting voices seemed vaguely distorted. The last thing he saw were their smiling faces looking down at him and then everything became dark.

The small room was tiled white, with a low ceiling. Monitoring machines and various devices lined the walls. Wires ran from them across the floor. The doctors had strapped him into the specially designed low therapy table. It was two feet high, leather covered, with an extension for his head. He was face up and naked, each limb securely strapped with leather buckles, and his chest and head were also strapped. He would barely be able to move a muscle. Sensor pads ran from various parts of his body to the machines. A drip was attached to each of his arms. The room was kept at a constant warm temperature and there was a filter system for the delicate machinery.

Dr Brenda Ross busily wrote on her clipboard, pausing briefly when he began to groan as he woke up.

'You're back with us,' she smiled.

'I didn't realise I was going to be strapped down,' he groggily croaked.

'Feel a bit nervous?' she asked, peering down at him over her clipboard.

'Well, yes actually,' came the reply.

'Good.' She hung the clipboard at the end of the table and took off her white coat, hanging it on the back of the security door.

He had no idea her figure would be so voluptuous. Her wide hips and wasp waist were accentuated in the skin-tight beige ski pants. Her bottom was muscled but bulbous, and her breasts bulged out of the white blouse.

'What's going on?' he falteringly asked.

'Didn't I explain,' she asked innocently, moving to the table and clamping a strap across his mouth.

'Mmmmpphhh,' he protested. She tightened the strap until he could only breathe through his nose. She touched a small bump sticking up from the strap directly above his covered mouth. 'That's going to stop me getting bored,' she breathed, facing his feet while straddling his head.

'In fact there's quite a lot I must have forgotten to tell you,' she smirked, squatting down and lowering her bottom down onto his helpless face. Her firm, fleshy buttocks submerged his countenance with its overpowering dominance.

'Would you like me to tell you exactly why you're here?' she asked, settling more comfortably. He wriggled as much as his constraints would allow. 'Well, you're taking part in the experiment I devised and have financed.'

She hardly noticed the sounds from the machines clicking and whirring. Then one machine's click started to beep louder. She grinned as she continued: 'I told you in the interview I was conducting an experiment into the damaging affect that oxygen has with organic matter' The beeping grew louder. Her grin grew wider. 'And that in order to preserve this substance it has to be protected from contact with air'

The beeps were loud now. She raised her posterior only enough for him to inhale before reseating herself. The beeping returned to normal. Her vulva rubbed gently against the raised bump covering his mouth.

'My theory is that if someone...' she turned to glance down at his bulging eyes beneath her shapely mounds, '...like you were deprived of this deteriorating element then they would be able to live longer.' The beeping started to increase in volume again. 'So we're conducting this experiment to see if my theory holds true.' She struggled to retain a clinical air to her voice, with an occasional alteration in tone affecting it. The beeping became louder. Cruelly, deliberately she shifted her bulbous buttocks just sufficient for his restricted nostrils to snort in a tiny amount of air before wriggling back to suffocate him further.

'This is very pleasant,' she declared, massaging her breasts. 'And I suppose you'd like to know the duration of this experiment.' The beeping sounded off again. The control in her voice was making it quaver slightly. 'This experiment will last for five years in order to gain proper theoretical conditions.' The crutch area surrounding the mouth-knob became damp and her eyes momentarily rolled up into her lids. 'And you will be subject to these conditions for 24 hours a day. Each one of us doctors will be taking a seven hour shift. The beeping was very loud now and it seemed to him his lungs were bursting. Then she gave out a long moan and the beeping seemed to go on forever.

His POV

The relentless smothering continued for hours. All I could see as the seconds, minutes, hours went by was her vast posterior sitting on me, squashing my face, deliberately suffocating me in my vulnerability.

Sometimes she'd rise momentarily to allow a small inhalation through my nostrils but always she's sit back down, her bottom impeding my breathing.

'This study is more enjoyable than I'd ever imagined in my wildest dreams,' she said huskily, wriggling her backside to push my nose deeper within her anal crease.

After what seemed like an age of smothering she eventually rose from my subjugated face. I greedily snorted in glorious fresh air, filling my tortured lungs.

'It's surprising how the time passes so quickly,' she smiled, writing on the clipboard, checking the monitors. The time had passed slowly for me, each tormenting second seemed like an hour.

'I'm very pleased with your progress,' she smirked down at me. She wiped my face and the surrounding area with a moist wipe which smelled of disinfectant. 'Our first session went extremely well.' She put on her coat. 'The first three years will very likely be the worst for you, and after that you'll probably get used to it.' Her grin stretched from ear to ear.

She turned to pat her hair into place. 'Every day you'll get a three hour break in between smothering. It'll change from day to day depending on how us doctors take our shifts. As it's your first day you can have your three hour break now.'

Those words were like the sweetest sound I'd heard in a long time. Three long hours of freedom from being sat on. That would give me plenty of time to think about how I might be able to escape.

'Byeee,' she sneered with a little wave. 'I look forward to seeing you tomorrow.' The security door closed behind her and I was left alone with the whirring monitoring machines.

I must have dozed off because I was soon woken with a start. A middle-aged black woman in a blue nylon coat was wiping any dust from the machines and gently singing. She noticed my eyes opening.

'Well hallo, Honey,' she beamed at me. 'You da experiment all dem doctors bin talkin' about?'

My noises caused her to unclamp my mouth. As soon as my mouth was free I gushed, 'They're holding me against my will. Can you get me out of this thing?'

Throwing back her head she gave out a short laugh. 'I can't do dat, Honey. Be more dan my job's worth.'

'Please, please. You've got to get me free.'

'What dey bin doin' to you den?' she asked suspiciously.

'Dr Ross's been sitting on my face and suffocating me,' I jabbered. 'They're going to keep me here for years and smother me.'

Her face peered down at me with a mixture of awe and disbelief.

'Day bin sittin' on your face?' she asked incredulously. 'Well I never!'

She threw back her head again but this time gave out a long loud laugh.

'Please, you've got to get me out of here,' I insisted. 'They'll be back in less than three hours.'

A look of interest crossed her face. It was not an unpleasant face, looking naturally cheerful.

'Den we haven't got much time, Honey,' she chuckled, taking off her coat. It dropped to the floor. Then to my horror she straddled my head and hitched up her skirt over her African backside. It was without knickers and it was massive.

'No, please.' I managed to get out before her bottom came crushing down and completely enveloped my entire face. Soft brown flesh covered my nose and mouth and I was again at the mercy of a face-sitting female.

'Ma name's Rosie,' she explained by way of introduction, amused at my futile struggles. She shifted her buttocks and I was able to gasp in some air.

'Tree hours,' she mused chuckling to herself, sitting down more comfortably. 'I can do dis to you every day for tree hours. Lordy, dis is my lucky day.'

Rosie face-sat me for the best part of my supposed three-hour break period. For someone with such a cheery disposition she was surprisingly cruel in her suffocation techniques. Her huge bum dominated me indiscriminately. She reveled in her superior position, taking full advantage of my helplessness. When she finished I was thankful for the ability to be able to breathe again.

'Dis is our liddle secret,' she warned, securing the mouth clamp back in place. She had only just put her coat back on when Dr June Whithers entered the room.

'Hello, Rosie,' she said cheerily.

'Hallo, Dr Withers. Just bin cleaning da equipment,' Rosie said, beaming. She looked more radiant than she had three hours ago. She was still singing as the door closed after her.

'See, you've got one of those faces that cheers up women,' Dr Withers smiled, draping her white coat on the hook. She wore black slacks and judging from the muscled protuberance of her bottom she regularly worked out at the gym.

Humming quietly to herself, she made notes on the clipboard, checked the monitors, checked my drips and body sensors, and finally sat on my stomach knocking the wind out of me. She stared at my frightened look with strange excitement.

'You have no idea how much I'm going to enjoy doing this to you,' she hissed. 'I'm going to smother you like there's no tomorrow.' She grinned down at my terrified face like a Cheshire cat. 'And just when you think it can't get any worse...' Her tongue slaked across her luscious lips, '...I'm going to sit on your face even more and suffocate you something terrible.'

I'd not been able to breathe from her weight, and now I just managed to get some air into my lungs before her black-clad orbs sank side-saddle onto my vulnerable face. And there she stayed for several hours, allowing just a miserly amount of much needed oxygen for me to barely remain alive. The claustrophobic feeling of her shameless suppression overwhelmed me. As she reclined on my conquered face, she salaciously ground her bottom into my countenance, wallowing in my misery.

'I want you to look into my eyes,' she commanded, changing position with her back towards my feet, my head between her powerful thighs. She smirked, sinking down onto my suppressed face, my nose infringing into her crutch area. Her blazing eyes were wild with excitement.

'This is the best job I've ever had,' she breathed, rubbing my nose against her vulva. 'And I've a feeling we're going to get on very well together.'

The fear in the pit of my stomach increased. The beeping gained in volumn in the background as my lungs began to hurt very much. Then they ached more than I'd ever known before and I watched as her beautiful eyes closed in contentment and her crutch became damp and she began moaning for a very long time.

Her POV

The long bedroom mirror reflected my naked curves as I slowly rotatated myself, while I admired my figure and especially my protruding bottom. It had definitely become firmer and more shapely in the last five years. I had been meticulous in every aspect of the experiment, down to the finest last detail. The aggression-producing drug in one of the experimentee's drips made him constantly writhe in a desperate attempt to free his face, even after all these years. This continual bottom massage, combined with other things I make him do with his tongue, firmed and shaped it beautifully. Unlike some women, I love the look of my bum, the way it's perfectly proportionate with my wide hips and thin waist.

I smiled back at myself in the mirror, thinking. 'You clever girl, you've finally done it, you've achieved your wildest dream!'

I marveled at my impressive bottom, thinking of all the things he does to it with his tongue. I was extremely pleased the experiment had gone particularly well in all areas of my research. The time had passed very quickly and the results had produced much more than I could ever have anticipated.

Today was going to be a great day for me and the other two doctors as we had enough evidence to proclaim our experiment a complete success. And I had some good and bad news for FACE, as we named our experimentee. It stood for Facial Anal Confinement Experiment.

When I arrived early at the conference there were already many women there, with seats filling up fast. June and Mandy, in white coats like me, were finishing setting up the stage and FACE was hidden from view by curtains.

Fifteen minutes later we were ready to make our presentation to the female audience. They were all members of the relatively new oranisation FFF, Females For Facesitting, coming from all walks of life. Some were judges, or policewomen, there were doctors, psychologists, and they were all professionals. The air was electric and the hubbub of chatter.

I stood looking at all the excited faces watching me center-stage. When the noise quietened I began, 'Good evening ladies,' I paused, 'and gentleMAN,' indicating the direction of FACE, still hidden by curtains. The audience roared with laughter.

Exhilarated by the atmosphere I went on, 'I, and my two colleagues are here tonight to prove to you our experiment is a great success!' There was thunderous applause.

June and Mandy dramatically pulled back the curtains, revealing FACE strapped to a mobile version of the table he'd been living on for the past five years. The girls wheeled the table and it's drip-feeds to where I stood.

'This is FACE who has been part of our experiment into life extension due to oxygen deprivation.' I announced, looking down at him still struggling for freedom. I pointed to the storyboard figures. 'You will see from the handouts that the statistics speak for themselves in terms of physical degradation,' I paused, turning my back to FACE and sat side-saddle down onto his face. 'And I mean the word degradation as in deteriorate and not as in degrading.' I humiliatingly wriggled my bottom over his face as he suffocated beneath me. The women roared with laughter and applauded.

After it calmed down I continued, 'We have found that by face-sitting for twenty-one hours per day for every day for a five year duration that the life expectancy of the subject has been increased by up to twenty percent!' The audience was aghast.

I rocked my bum on his tormented face and went on, 'However, conducting this type of experiment has produced surprisingly few drawbacks and many positive by-products.'

FACE was struggling like mad under me. He'd been gagged so could only breathe through his nose. When I finally raised my bottom from his suffocating face I pushed the microphone near to his nostrils. The ensuing tortured nasal inhalations were amplified around the room. There were roars of laughter.

'One of the most positive aspects to this type of experiment,' I continued, 'is that the persistent exercising of our lower bodies kept us in trim.' I slowly turned, showing off my curvaceous figure in tight beige slacks. My two friends joined in, twirling with me. There was appreciative applause.

I timed it so FACE was just breathing out before sitting back down on his face.

'Another good thing about testing this type of experiment,' I announced, 'is that every day you really look forward to going to work. I've never had a job like it. It's like a drug.'

Dozens of excited eyes gazed enviously at me squat-smothering our conquest. There wasn't a female in the room who wasn't experiencing arousal.

Lifting my bottom very, very slowly from his squashed and humiliated face, I grinned down at FACE still snorting in air. 'So you should be grateful to me and my doctor friends for preserving and extending your life.' The women laughed. I further teased, 'And because I have just received some further funding into more research I've got some good news for you and some bad news.'

The audience were in awe.

'Which do you want first, the good news or the bad news?'

I grinned at the rebellious face which had been sat on by women for twenty-four (I knew about Rosie facesitting him for the extra three hours and turned a blind eye. A woman's got to have some pleasures) hours a day, every day for five years. I slowly turned, grinning at the look of horror in his eyes, the look which always turned me on. I pushed my bottom close to his face, marveling at the very reason I could do this to him and he had no choice. Then I sank my bottom again on to his upturned and helpless face.

'The good news is we have got another five years funding to conduct further tests into this experiment.' I smiled down at the horrified eyes peeping from beneath my dominating posterior.

'Yes, and now the bad news,' I said grinning from ear to ear. 'You know you thought your contract as experimentee was for five years.' The audience were well ahead of me. Chortles came from all sides. 'Well you may or may not be pleased to know we are going to use you, err, I mean retain you, for further experimentation purposes.' I wriggled purposefully on his face. 'So you're going to have to put up with us sitting on your face every day for the next five years.'

I turned to look down over my shoulder and smirked when I saw his tears and my nipples hardened in reflex.

'Here's to the next five years,' I cried out victoriously. The intoxicating sound of the women shouting and clapping rang in my ears as I savoured the moment, enjoying the feeling of suffocating him with my beautiful and perfect posterior.

The conference had gone well, even better than Professor Brenda Ross had dared hope. She had been honered with a professorship some two years ago because of her achievement in the oxygen deprivation experiment.