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A little background: Years ago on the old board, there was a story about a girl who was paid to mess herself as part of some medical study or experiment. It was written from the point of view of the testers as they regressed a girl back to diapers. There was no real backstory that I can remember, but suffice to say it was a very sexy story and I cannot find it anywhere (See my previous thread). Therefore, I am rewriting the story based on that inspiration from the girls point of view. If anyone was familiar with that story, this is not plagiarism, it's a retelling. I hope you like it and any constructive criticism is appreciated. I'm kind of a shitty writer, so be nice. 
Sarah opened the door to her poorly furnished studio apartment and stepped inside, locking it behind her. She dropped her satchel next to the island in the kitchenette, which, in addition to being a food preparation area, was also a desk, an office, a dining table, an art studio, and essentially anything else that a flat surface could suffice for. It was Friday, which meant no classes for two whole days, and she could catch up on her various assignments that had been building up during the week.
She walked over to the pantry and opened the door to a disappointing sight. “Ramen again,” she sighed. Being a junior in college, she was pretty heavily in debt. You would never believe how much junk food she ate from her figure. Despite her poor diet, she was an athletic twenty year-old with sleek, chestnut-brown hair and piercing eyes that were the grey of sea-ice. She had a narrow waist with a bottom that let the many eyes that saw it on campus know that she did more than her fair share of squats.
She gathered the soup pouch and pot, and putting the noodles on to boil, took out her laptop to power it on while she used the bathroom. She pulled down her jeans and panties and relaxed, while a powerful stream loudly splashed against the porcelain and water. “God! I had to piss like a racehorse!” she thought to herself. Just as she was finishing up, she heard a chime from her computer letting her know she’d received an email. She wiped carefully, pulled her jeans and panties back up, took her dinner off the stove and sat down to see what she’d received. She clicked on the subject
--Medical Testing Happening In Your Area! Subjects Entitled To Financial Compensation!— She was interested, but this definitely seemed like a scam, or at the very least, a spam e-mail. Either way, she opened it in the off chance that it could actually be something useful. After all, it was probably just something like a survey, or a blood test, or some new sleep medication. Normal things.
Hello SARAH,
We are testing the physiological and psychological effects of encopresis in adult women. The trial lasts for seven days. You will be required to provide a stool sample each day and will be paid $500.00 per session. Each session lasts approximately thirty minutes, and you will be granted free access to all facilities and recreation in the testing area. WiFi provided. Please call the number provided for further information.
She immediately locked onto the dollar sign. “I could make 3.5K in a week for less than four hours of work!” She thought excitedly. That would definitely help her pay off some of her tuition and bills that had been accumulating since she began the previous semester. She quickly ate her noodles and then hurriedly dialed the number provided.
TO BE CONTINUED
Sarah opened the door to her poorly furnished studio apartment and stepped inside, locking it behind her. She dropped her satchel next to the island in the kitchenette, which, in addition to being a food preparation area, was also a desk, an office, a dining table, an art studio, and essentially anything else that a flat surface could suffice for. It was Friday, which meant no classes for two whole days, and she could catch up on her various assignments that had been building up during the week.
She walked over to the pantry and opened the door to a disappointing sight. “Ramen again,” she sighed. Being a junior in college, she was pretty heavily in debt. You would never believe how much junk food she ate from her figure. Despite her poor diet, she was an athletic twenty year-old with sleek, chestnut-brown hair and piercing eyes that were the grey of sea-ice. She had a narrow waist with a bottom that let the many eyes that saw it on campus know that she did more than her fair share of squats.
She gathered the soup pouch and pot, and putting the noodles on to boil, took out her laptop to power it on while she used the bathroom. She pulled down her jeans and panties and relaxed, while a powerful stream loudly splashed against the porcelain and water. “God! I had to piss like a racehorse!” she thought to herself. Just as she was finishing up, she heard a chime from her computer letting her know she’d received an email. She wiped carefully, pulled her jeans and panties back up, took her dinner off the stove and sat down to see what she’d received. She clicked on the subject
--Medical Testing Happening In Your Area! Subjects Entitled To Financial Compensation!— She was interested, but this definitely seemed like a scam, or at the very least, a spam e-mail. Either way, she opened it in the off chance that it could actually be something useful. After all, it was probably just something like a survey, or a blood test, or some new sleep medication. Normal things.
Hello SARAH,
We are testing the physiological and psychological effects of encopresis in adult women. The trial lasts for seven days. You will be required to provide a stool sample each day and will be paid $500.00 per session. Each session lasts approximately thirty minutes, and you will be granted free access to all facilities and recreation in the testing area. WiFi provided. Please call the number provided for further information.
She immediately locked onto the dollar sign. “I could make 3.5K in a week for less than four hours of work!” She thought excitedly. That would definitely help her pay off some of her tuition and bills that had been accumulating since she began the previous semester. She quickly ate her noodles and then hurriedly dialed the number provided.
TO BE CONTINUED
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