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"Hello, everyone," Bettina began with great confidence, as usual. As she spoke, she carefully unbuttoned her blouse, took off the garment and folded it very carefully, placing it at the top of the pile with the same care she would use to put it away in her dresser at home. "I had a very educational summer." Bettina's brown loafers were next, placed to the side of the pile. She even folded her knee-high socks as she continued. "As I'm sure some of you will remember," and she turned to acknowledge Professor West, "I want more than anything to be a doctor when I grow up. So when I won last year's wish contest and Professor West kindly offered to grant me a summer wish I jumped at the chance." Bettina proudly held her little gold pin aloft for the class to see. "I won 'Most Noble Wish!' because I wished that I could volunteer in a doctor's office and really help people in need. I just knew I would learn all kinds of useful things. I really wanted to make a difference for people, like a real doctor does!"
There were giggles and sniggers around the room. Bettina, used to such things, ignored them as she carefully folded her knee-length wool skirt and placed it atop her blouse and socks. Her white cotton panties completed her very tidy pile, leaving her wearing nothing but her thick glasses. A couple of the boys in the back of the room could be heard whispering back and forth about Bettina's breasts - for unlike her classmates, except Bethany, Bettina did have small, nascent breasts, with small pale nipples surrounded by almost non-existent areolae.
"Settle down, children!" Professor West said. "It's Bettina's turn. Go on now, Bettina, I remember your wish well. Tell us how it worked out."
"Well, really, Professor - I'm not sure these 'children' are going to understand all of the important medical information that I absorbed over the summer."
The elderly professor smiled patiently at Bettina's attitude. "Let's just give it a try, shall we?"
"Of course, Professor," Bettina said. "So, as I said, I wished to volunteer in a doctor's office and as it turned out, I got to do exactly that. But not just any doctor's office, no. It was a very consequential clinic in the city and I was specifically recruited to work there. They sent a letter to my father and asked for me by name. That's right, they wanted me to come and help them. Of course my parents were exhilarated and proud. Papa drove me to the city and let me stay with Doctor Pinet for the summer so that I could work in Dr. Pinet's clinic - the Dr. Tom Pinet Clinic for Men's Health."
"That's very interesting, Bettina," Professor West interrupted. "But I must say I'm a bit surprised your parents let you stay with a strange man, alone, for the whole summer."
"Really! Professor West," Bettina retorted, "Dr. Pinet is a doctor, a man of medicine and science, a great healer. I'm sure my parents weren't in the least disquieted about any improprieties."
"Sorry, dear, do go on."
Bettina sighed dramatically, then continued. "Dr. Pinet, or Dr. Tom as he asked me to call him - we were on a first name basis - explained to me that his clinic was dedicated entirely to curing one of the very worst diseases known to man - impotence. Can you imagine a more noble goal? And the clinic wasn't just a place of healing, it was also a place of important research."
"Ah, Bettina, uh, what's impathessence?" asked Indra from the front row.
Bettina fixed little Indra with a weary gaze, intensified by the size of her eyes. "Im-po-tence, Indra! It means erectile dysfunction." She stared at Indra with frustration, for the child clearly had no idea what she was talking about.
"It's when a guy can't get it up!" yelled a boy named Henry in the back.
"Can't get what up?" Indra asked innocently and several boys burst into laughter. Poor little Indra blushed and hunkered down.
"Don't worry, Indra, no guy's ever gonna' get it up with a scrawny little lesbo like you!" yelled Henry's friend Bob and all the boys cracked up.
"Children! That's quite enough of that!" Professor West's voice boomed over the class and everyone went silent and frightened. "Now then, go on Bettina."
"But sir, I told you, these children simply don't comprehend the medical terminology," Bettina retorted.
"Well, what if you had some visual aids to help?"
"Well, I suppose I could do with some visual aids. Yes, what did you have in mind?"
Professor West said "just a moment dear. I think I have just the thing you need." He disappeared out into the hall and the children heard muffled voices. Professor West returned, followed by the school's old janitor. "Bettina, I believe you know Mr. Danilot. Mr. Danilot, Jethro, I wonder if you'd be so kind as to assist Ms. Hartgrave in her explanation of certain medical terminology and procedures. It would make Bettina's story much more interesting."
"Well, sho', Professor," the old janitor said. The man was in his late sixties or early seventies, with short cut grey hair. His skin was blotchy, darkly tanned and wrinkled and he had a bit of a stoop. He looked to have lived a hard life, but he smiled at all the children and he knew most of them by name. "I'd be happy to help you out Ms Bettina. You all such a smart, pretty little thing." Jethro smiled and showed two missing teeth on the left side of his mouth.
"I thank you most kindly, Mr. Danilot," Bettina said graciously. "But, well, I require an assistant who can help explain what impotence is, Mr. Danilot, you know, erectile dysfunction. Is that something you can help me with?"
"Well sho', missy, I can 'esplain that, no problem. Old Jethro ain't got it up for years, no way. They give me some pills down the free clinic, but they don't do squat when all old Jethro gots to be lookin' at is his old battle axe. That fat cow ain't turned a man on for twenty years, no way. I figure I plum forgot how to use it..."
"Yes, well, I think perhaps you'll do just fine Mr. Danilot." Bettina cut in.
"You can call me Jethro, missy. You go right ahead. I don't mind."
"Very well, Jethro, let's proceed. Now, I need to explain erectile dysfunction to these children. Therefore, I'll need you to disrobe."
The old janitor looked to Professor West, who nodded, and so he shrugged and dropped his overalls, right in front of the whole class. There were several oohs and a couple of small gasps, for the old man was not wearing any underclothes - a fact that struck the children as exceedingly sordid. His wrinkled, but still impressive, old cock dangled limply from a mass of curly grey hair. "There's you is, Missy Bettina. You see that - even with all these pretty nekid little ladies all about my old pecker done forgot how to get hard. It's a shame that is, a cryin' shame."
"Well, there you have it, children," Bettina began again. "A classical example of idiopathic erectile dysfunction. With all the stimulation in the room, including you, Indra!, this specimen of adult male should in fact be fully aroused and ready for copulation. Yes, Indra, what?" Bettina sighed heavily at the next interruption from little Indra.
"Wh-what's capitulation?"
"Cop-u-la-tion, Indra, copulation! Pay attention. It means sex. It means making babies. The man's erect member - as this one clearly is not," Bettina paused to hold up Jethro's limp dick in her little hand, "is placed inside the girl's vagina," she carefully pointed to her own hairless little slit, "and the man ejaculates his sperm into the girl, causing an egg to be... Oh my god, Indra, what is it now!?"
"What does jackalutes mean?"
Bettina simply stared at her new nemesis, dumbfounded. Half the class, including most of the boys, couldn't contain their giggles as Bettina lost control of the situation. She looked to Professor West for help, all the time absently holding the old janitor's cock in her dainty hand.
"Ahem, well," Professor West said. "Indra, in the interest of time, perhaps it would be best if you saved your questions for afterwards. Besides, I have a feeling that a few of those questions will be answered as we go along. Is that okay, dear?"
Indra pouted, but she sat back in her chair and nodded.
"As I was saying," Bettina started once again, trying to regain the upper hand with her audience, "The Dr. Tom Pinet Clinic for Men's Health was a haven for the treatment and research of impotence. And Dr. Tom chose me, Bettina Hartgrave, to help him with his research and to help cure the hundreds of unfortunate patients who flock to his clinic every month.
"Dr. Tom was hard at work experimenting with new treatments to help cure impotence. His newest research he referred to as Project Loli. And he said that I was precisely the individual he needed to help him perfect it. But of course, to be an aide to such an important medical research program, I would need some extensive preparation. Fortunately, Dr. Tom had developed a new regimen involving drug therapy and deep hypnosis, that could speed up the undertaking immensely. He said he had been assured that I, personally, would be extremely receptive to his new techniques. He added that I was, 'just his type,' which I'm quite certain was a remark on my superior intellect. So I was the clear choice to join him in his research endeavors."
As Bettina delivered her grandiloquent monologue, more and more of the children were fidgeting in their chairs, rolling their eyes and whispering. The poor children couldn't understand half of what Bettina had to say. She tried to ignore the unruly behaviors, but her vexation was starting to unravel her narrative and increase her loquaciousness.
"The hypnogogic treatment was conducted quickly and painlessly. I don't remember much, other than an engrossing pattern of circulating helices. I believe there were a couple of injections and I imbibed some rather viscous, tasteless liquid. After the procedure I discovered I had obtained a near-encyclopedic knowledge of male sexual anatomy and the numerous notable types of erectile dysfunction and other impedances to male sexual gratification. It was fascinating. Otherwise I felt reasonably nominal other than an odd tingling in my extremities.
"Dr. Tom then took me into a special back room of the clinic. 'Bettina,' he said. 'This is our first clumsy attempt at Project Loli - version 1.0.' He opened the top drawer of a tall, wide cabinet of drawers and pulled out a doll unlike any I'd seen before. The doll was simply a girl-shaped shell of some kind of plastic, inflated with air. Its rudimentary, childlike face, hair and other features were simply printed onto the plastic. The doll had a surprised look on its face - probably because of the round gaping mouth where there was a deep pink hole. I was surprised to see, when Dr. Tom held the doll standing next to me, that it was exactly as tall as me. 'Obviously you can see,' Dr Tom said, that the 1.0 model is rather crude, and the three orifices are a sorry imitation of the real thing. But we did find that certain men responded to the child-like features and form. We moved on rather quickly to version 1.1.' Dr. Tom put the doll back in the drawer and opened the next drawer down and removed another inflatable doll. It was much nicer than the first one, but still rather crude. The face was much more life-like and looked vaguely familiar to me. It had realistic hair attached to the scalp - short and black, just like mine. But still, with the open mouth and gaping holes between the dolls legs, and the fixed pose - arms held out and legs spread rather too wide, it didn't look very life-like."
Bettina paused to assess her audience and realized that many of them were no longer paying her any attention. She scowled with frustration. Looking down, she realized that she was still holding the old janitor's cock in her hand! And surprisingly, it had grown. It was at least half erect, and the old man had a big smile on his weathered face. "Tha's a hell of a story you be tellin' Missy, you just go right on ahead - don't pay no never mind to them rascals - I be listenin' to ev'ry word," Jethro said.
Buoyed by Jethro's confidence, Bettina continued. "Dr. Tom explained that after the initial success of version 1.1 there were more attempts at perfecting the inflatable dolls, but eventually they'd moved on to other materials. 'Let me skip ahead to version 2.4!' he said, 'our most successful device to date.' He opened the third drawer and for a second I thought there was a real child lying asleep! But she couldn't be asleep, because her eyes were open, and she wasn't moving or breathing. 'Go on, Bettina, touch her, feel how life-like she is.' Dr. Tom told me. So I did, I touched the doll, for that's what she was and she felt very real except that she was cold. Dr. Tom pulled the doll out of the drawer and held it up, standing next to me. We were the exact same height and the doll's hair was the exact same dark black as mine, and just about the same length. I saw that unlike the first two dolls, this one had little breasts. It was a most fascinating experience, as I felt almost as if I was looking in a mirror at an inanimate version of myself."
"Dr. Tom showed me how the 2.4 doll could be posed any way you wanted and how her mouth opened and closed. I could tell he was very proud of version 2.4 and I told him that it was a most excellent and impressive prosthetic contrivance." Bettina glared at Indra, who opened her mouth to ask - but then snapped her mouth closed and scowled.
"Dr Tom said that version 2.4 of the loli cure had been very effective at helping his patients with their erectile issues. He said the 2.4 provided clear verification of the hypothesis that well-constructed sexual toys of a preteen appearance could be highly effective in the treatment of most erectile dysfunctions. In fact, his volunteers had become exceedingly fond of the 2.4 and very imaginative in the ways the 2.4 could help stimulate tumescence. According to Dr Tom, with the help of Sildenafil at least forty percent of his volunteers achieved erections capable of penetration and thirty two percent were able to ejaculate effectively. I was very impressed!"
"Professor West!" Henry yelled from the back of the room, "please make her stop!"
"Henry! That was uncalled for," Imrash said firmly, but then he turned to Bettina. "Bettina, my dear, I'm afraid your lecture, I mean story, has become a bit technical for the others. Perhaps you could jump to the point and skip the statistics lesson."
"Tha's alright, missy, you doin' fine, just go on," Jethro the janitor added with a smile. The little girl's soft hand sure did feel nice on his wizened dick. "Y'all be nice to Bettina and listen up! She goin' be doin' better now!" Jethro said sharply to the students and they all instantly settled back down.
Even Bettina could see that her story was collapsing around her. She was near to tears. She hated failing at anything. But the nice janitor was helping her, so she squared her shoulders and took a serious stab at dumbing down her summer story.
"Dr. Tom told me that Project Loli was ready to move to phase 3. 'I'm very excited to try out version 3.0,' Dr Tom said. 'And I'll be the first volunteer to try it out!' It was quite ironic that Dr. Tom, himself, suffered from impotence. I asked him if it was medically ethical..." Bettina paused, "I asked him if it was okay to be experimenting on himself and he said 'just this once, dear, just this once.' As it turned out it wasn't just the once, because Dr. Tom's condition kept coming back and required frequent treatments."
Bettina paused, dramatically and she was happy to see the students were once again listening. "And so, Dr. Tom opened the last drawer of the cabinet, the bottom drawer. I was excited to see his new, better than ever, version 3.0 doll - but the drawer was empty!"
"Where was the doll?" little Indra blurted out.
"That's what I asked!" Bettina said. "And Dr. Tom said, 'Why, you're the doll, Bettina.' And then he said my control word and I couldn't say or do anything! I just stood there like a statue, with my arms held like this and my eyes staring forward." Bettina assumed the classic position of an inflatable sex doll, wobbling slightly to maintain her balance. She even dropped the old janitor's half-erect cock.
Oohs and ahhs rippled across the room of rapt children who were suddenly all on the edge of their seats. "W-were you s-scared?" Indra asked.
"I was terrified!" Bettina said as she returned to her normal self. "But, I needn't be. Dr. Tom was perfectly gentle and professional as he removed all of my clothes and posed me the way he wanted me. It felt very strange to feel and hear and see, but not be able to change position or speak or even move my eyes. I couldn't understand why Dr. Tom placed me on my knees, with my hands behind my back. As Dr. Tom was talking off his clothes, he explained that I had only gotten part of my preparation during the earlier procedure and I would be receiving the rest of my conditioning overnight. But he couldn't wait to test out the new version 3.0 doll! He was so excited he was trembling, and when he stood in front of me, with his limp penis I got my first inkling of what it meant to be the actual version 3.0.
"The second Dr. Tom's penis was in front of my eyes I heard myself say 'Oh, Master, what a nice cock you have. May I suck it please, Master?' I heard myself say the words in a flat, mechanical voice, but the thing was, I really really didn't want to suck it. It was disgusting! And do you know what happened?"
"What happened!?" Indra blurted out with enthusiasm.
But before Bettina could answer, Professor West interrupted. "Excuse me, Bettina. My dear, you've come to a very exciting part of your story - and you are really doing an excellent job now, well done." Bettina beamed at the teacher's praise. "But, it strikes me that a demonstration is worth a thousand words, maybe even ten thousand. Why don't you show your friends what your life as a version 3.0 sex doll was like, rather than just telling them?"
Bettina's brows knit in confusion, but then she looked from Imrash to old Jethro and the penny dropped. "Oh! Professor, I don't think so! I don't like being..." But she was too late. Professor West had already leaned over and whispered something into the old Janitor's ear. The old man got a look of absolute joy on his face.
"Supercilious," Jethro Danilot said to Bettina and instantly the frightened girl froze in place, once again standing with her legs spread shoulder width and her arms held out in front of her as if she was awaiting a hug or a dancing partner. Her big eyes ceased to move, staring straight ahead, and her mouth was half open, giving her a look of mild shock. "Well I'll be a muthafucka," Jethro said. "Hot damn. Wha' you suppose she programmed to do, Professah?"
"I dare say anything you'd want that might help you get a stiffy going, Mr. Danilot."
"What are you going to do with Bettina?" asked Indra in a frightened voice.
"Well, I'm thinking' I always did have a hankerin' for some corn holin'," Jethro said, "but my old bitch of a woman wouldna' let me near her back door, ugly thing. Tha's kinda excitin' to think about." And indeed, Jethro's old pecker was already standing at half mast. "Well damn, look at tha'. Maybe a little suckin'd help get that old babymaker back to workin'. Then we just see what happens next."
The old man, who really had been paying attention to Bettina's story, took a hold of her and easily positioned her down onto her knees in front of him. He crossed her wrists behind her back, putting the little girl in a very erotic position. Then he slid in front of her.
The second old Jethro's partial erection was in front of Bettina's eyes they flared and she said, very clearly, "Oh, Master, what a nice cock you have. May I suck it please?" But this time there was nothing mechanical about her programmed words. She said them with intense longing and need.
Jethro's cock twitched and grew noticeably at the little girl's sexy words. "Well sho, missy, you can suck my old dick all you want." He presented the head of his dick to Bettina's full, half-open lips and her tongue slid out to meet it, lazily swirling around the head until it was shiny with wetness.
"Oh thank, thank you, Master," Bettina said with passion, then her head bobbed forward and her mouth enveloped the old pecker.
Bettina's programming was quite impressive. She leaned forward just enough to take half of the old man's cock into her mouth, then froze in place with only her head bobbing forward and back as she gave him a blow job. All the children could see how her cheeks puckered inwards each time she sucked on the big cock. The old man was in heaven. He threw his head back and put his hands on top of Bettina's head. He rocked his hips up and back as she sucked, pushing even more of his erection into her mouth.
After several minutes, Bettina reared back from Jethro and his hard cock slipped from her mouth, but it stood out from his body like a ramrod. "Oh Master," Bettina cooed in her sexy little slut voice, "your cock is so big and hard. It's amazing. Gosh, I love your cock Master. Do you want me to suck you off Master? Do you want to fuck me? It would be so good if you fucked me, Master. I'm so wet for you!"
Jethro didn't need any more invitation. He lifted Bettina from the floor and posed her quickly, face down on Professor West's desk. The little girl's legs weren't long enough to reach the floor and they dangled down, but she continued to hold them spread wide, just as he'd posed them. Her arms remained crossed behind her back as if tied there. The old man was trembling with excitement as he put the head of his cock to Bettina's sopping, tiny pussy.
The second the man's cock touched her pussy, Bettina moaned in mock pleasure and said "Yes, Master, fuck me, fuck me hard with your big hard wonderful cock!" And Jethro did just that. He seated his cock in the puffy vulva and spread open her inner lips, then rammed forward, grunting like a pig. "Oh god, Master, your cock is so big!" Bettina cried out. "It's too big. It's filling me up. Oh Master, you're such a strong, virile man. My poor little pussy can barely handle your huge cock!"
The little girl's programmed words seemed to have the intended impact on the elderly janitor. His eyes flared with excitement and he thrust faster and faster into the unprotected little cunt. His face turned red as he exerted beyond his normal level of activity.
After a few moments of hard fucking, and more of Bettina's oral encouragement, Professor West interrupted. "Jethro, my friend, you might want to slow down a little. We don't want you having a stroke in front of the children. And besides, didn't I hear you say you were more of a back door enthusiast?"
"Oh god damn, god damn," Jethro said breathlessly. "She's just so fuckin' tight. But you right, I got me carried away from all that bullshit she be sayin'. You know what I mean?" Imrash nodded to indicate his complete understanding. "I just wanted to get nice and lubed up, tha's all, Professah."
With a great deal of willpower, Jethro pulled his cock out of Bettina's tight cunt and immediately put the glistening head to her tiny rosebud.
"And another thing, sir," Imrash said as the old janitor forced his cock into the little girl's back hole, "I do believe that the doll only does what it is programmed to do or told to do by its current master. Her enjoyment of the moment is in your hands, so to speak."
"Well damn," Jethro said. He started pumping hard into little Bettina's ass, grunting and groaning and turning an even brighter shade of red.
"Oh Master, Master, you're filling my ass with your huge, hard rod. You're amazing Master. Fuck my little butt Master, please."
"Oh shit, oh shit, I gonna cum! It's been a long time! Oh I'm gonna cum. You cum with me missy, you hear me. You gotta come when I do. Your Master's tellin' you, little cunt, you gonna cum with me. Oh god, oh god, here it comes. Oh FUCK ME! GOD DAMN!"
Jethro and little Bettina both achieved orgasm simultaneously, even if Bettina's orgasm was a product of her programming rather than the actual event. Still, she thrashed and squirmed and moaned quite convincingly as the old man shot his hot semen up her rectum. Jethro quickly pulled his rapidly diminishing manhood from the little girl's ass and stumbled back to sink into a chair. He looked like he might have a heart attack on the spot as he wheezed and gasped.
With her Master gone, Bettina froze in place on the desk, a doll dutifully waiting for her next use or abuse. Her eyes stared ahead despite her thick glasses sitting askew on her face and cum slowly dripped from her reddened ass, trailing down through her slightly opened, damp and glistening little cunt. All of the children in the audience looked on in wide-eyed amazement, eager to experience the end of Bettina's wild story.
"Well now, Jethro," said Imrash, "that was a lovely demonstration. Thank you so much for helping Bettina demonstrate how she helped Dr. Pinet's clients. But I think we should hear the end of her story now. Perhaps you could release her from her current status."
"Well sho, Professah," Jethro answered. "Tha' was definitely my pleasure. Missy, you hear me? I be sayin' y'alls release word now. Oh, wait, what was it again? Oh I knows: imperious!"
Instantly, Bettina came back to normal. She looked about, blinking, confused and worried, then seemed to understand where she was. She pushed herself off the desk and turned to see the whole class staring at her, even as more cum poured out of her bottom and dribbled down the inside of her thigh. "Oh gosh! Oh no!" the poor child said and she covered her face with shame.
"Gosh, Bettina, is that what you had to do with all of Dr. Tom's patients? Even Dr. Tom?" Indra's little voice was so full of sympathy that it drew Bettina out of her shame.
Bettina looked up, sniffing, and addressed Indra directly. "Yes. It was awful, every time. And lots of the men, even Dr. Tom, liked to use the doll for all kinds of other, terrible things. But it was for science! A couple of days after I got there, Dr. Tom said the doll was a total success and he said Project Loli was ready to move from research to practice and that he could never have made such a huge breakthrough without my help." Bettina sniffed again, but she started to regain her composure. "Unfortunately, that meant there were even more patients to treat every day - seven or eight at least, not to mention two treatments a day for Dr. Tom. Eventually I got used to being a doll most of the time - I had to, it was for science and medicine."
"Bettina," Professor West interrupted, "you said that had to get the rest of your conditioning over night. How did that go?"
Bettina's eyes flared in terror at the memory. "Oh!" she said, "I wish I didn't have to remember that part. When Dr. Tom was done with his first treatment, which he declared very satisfactory, he picked me up and put me in the empty drawer, just like the other dolls. I couldn't move! I couldn't even close my eyes except to blink every fifteen seconds. Dr. Tom gave me a couple more shots that made me tingly all over and he put something on my head and something long and thin up inside me. Then he closed the drawer and I had to stay in there all night, all by myself. There were strange lights and those spirals and it was awful, but I couldn't do anything about it, I was the version 3.0 by then. Dr. Tom put me in the drawer every night, after the clinic closed and he was done with his own treatment. But I only had the strange lights and other stuff the first few nights. But I hated the drawer. Even treating patients was better."
"But aren't you happy that you helped so many men overcome their awful, debilitating condition, dear?"
"I tell myself that every day, Professor, every day."
"And what about you, Jethro," Professor West addressed the old janitor whose breathing and pulse were finally coming back to normal. "Do you feel cured from the blight of impotence?"
Jethro opened his mouth to answer, then stopped and thought for a second, looking little Bettina up and down with an appraising, hungry eye. "Well, Professah, I don't rightly know. I seem to think I might be needin' me a few more of them treatments the little missy been esplainin'. I might be needed a treatment or two every day, come to think about it. I suppose that control word aint gonna change, is it?"
"Oh no, my friend, the control word is quite permanent," Imrash replied with a wicked smile.
"I be damned!" Jethro smiled as well. "Yessun, I think maybe a daily treatment or two would help bring a spring to old Jethro's step. And I knows me a couple good old boys down the bar I hang out at - some old fellas like me - they maybe like to get in on a few treatments of they's own. I dare say!"
Bettina looked from Jethro to Professor West and back to Jethro and all she could say was "noooooo!"
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