Patrick - Or rather, Patricia - stared at Alec's chest with a dual fascination. The first reason is obvious, and likely applies to everyone reading this; Boobs are nice to look at. No further explanation needed. The second reason is slightly less obvious, until you consider that this young woman was intending to become a Doctor in her future career.
"Fascinating," Patrick said, one hand on her own swelling breast while the other lay upon Alec's. She took the time to lean down and slurp her tongue around the other girl's nipple, savouring the taste and the texture. "The tissue is healthy. There is no sign of scarring, hence no surgery..." Shortly thereafter, she planted her face into the cleavage in front of her and moaned while kissing the flesh she found there, eagerly, wantonly. In a way that she honestly found <i>so naughty</I> to do with a patient. "And yet I cannot accept magical influence here. I am too aware of the God of the Gaps."
Ah, yes. The God of the Gaps. A rhetorical technique used whenever science explains something that, until then, was utterly unexplainable. Why do the tides shift with the phases of the moon? Gravitational effects, which differ based on the moon's position relative to the planet. Okay, then what about gravity? Then when explanations rise for that, continue to claim a supernatural influence. Over and over again, no matter how tiny those gaps in knowledge become, for they shall always and forever exist - until science comes up with a truly unifying theory that explains everything.
Although, right now, with the way Patricia was feeling Alec's bountiful valley was making her the Goddess of the Gaps. The gap between her breasts! Okay, that was a little lame as a segway, but - "This needs further study," she whined, knowing how pathetic she sounded. "You'll help me, won't you Alec? You'll... Help me."
For some reason that word was making her feel endlessly aroused. It felt like she needed to say it. Had to say it. As many times as possible. To Alec. Now and forever, every day for the rest of her life.
"Okay," Alec muttered under her breath. "Alright, fine. I mean, there probably is an explanation for this stupid family curse."
A family curse? How interesting. Patricia was quite eager to learn more - but not right now. Not when Alec was in clear need of Help.
"You said you weren't feeling well," Patricia said, drinking in Alec's amazing body when she stripped out of those ill fitting clothes. Mmm, yes. Those loose fitting shorts, that baggy shirt, they simply hadn't flattered her figure at all. "Where does it hurt?"
In response to this, Alec climbed up onto the table and spread her legs wide open, pointing down at her pussy. "Here," she said. "It absolutely <i>aches</i> right here. It's throbbing, desperate, needing your touch like nothing else on Earth."
Well, well. Quite blunt, wasn't she? No leadup, no more foreplay, let's get down to business. Patrick was tempted to go right to the cunnilingus, but instead she trailed her fingers up Alec's thigh until they reached the spot in question. Only then did she push them in, revelling in the sight of her convulsing on the table.
"Here, you say?" Patrick asked. "Is this a very sensitive spot for you? Oh dear. I do hope you've not <i>strained</i> anything."
"Ohhhh, noooo, it's not strained, it's just... In need," Alec hissed seductively. Patrick wasted no further time in pushing her index and middle fingers in up to the hilt, no pretense of a mere examination here, this was a direct deep fingering that made full use of her medical knowledge. Retaining awareness of those outside, Patrick quickly moved up to capture Alec's lips before she shouted the whole school down.
Strange thoughts swirled around her head as she kissed and fingered this girl who, until right now, she had pegged as a very pretty boy. Instead turning out to be such a pretty girl that she literally could not resist her. It's the sort of thing you read about sometimes, someone being so ridiculously hot that they change the sexual preference of a person without meaning to. Such a thing cannot exist in reality - and yet here we are! Patrick was pretty sure she was straight until right now. Yet here she was, climbing on top of Alec. Fingering her. Kissing her. Pushing her tongue all the way inside her mouth and exploring it every bit as thoroughly and deeply as she was that pussy. So, should she go into dentistry or gynaecology at this point? Oh! Now their bigger breasts were pushing into one another as well.
That was another oddity that was keeping her half distracted. Larger breasts like this, that really didn't make any sense at all. Where did the mass come from? The rest of their bodies seemed mostly unchanged. Perhaps more overtly feminine, but - that still didn't add up. THere was definitely more overall mass here than there had been before. It had to come from somewhere, and affecting them both at once? Her free hand eagerly explored both of their breasts yet again. Feeling the flesh, testing them, teasing them, and finding them both completely natural when all evidence indicated they were anything but.
Yet as a Doctor she simply could not believe it. Could not accept it! There must be an explanation! Something mundane was happening here, an answer she could readily accept. No matter how she explored it, no answer was immediately forthcoming - and so, the only answer available was for her to join Alec's harem.
That thought should have been a bit of a red flag right there. However, so far as Patrick was concerned, it was anything but. The idea felt so natural that it slipped right on inside her future aspirations without so much as a blink. She was far too interested in the physical changes to consider for a moment the psychological ramifications... But then again, she did have quite a ways to go before she could become the Doctor she one day dreamed of becoming.
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"Say, how many girls do you think are undercover here?" Jamie whispered to Oliver. "I mean, holy christ! What are the freaking odds? I've done the internal maths, and the chances that we've encountered every single undercover girl at this school is..."
"Don't tell me the odds," Oliver whispered back, doing a quite passable Harrison Ford impersonation. The two of them looked across, to where John was standing guard at the doorway. For the best, really. John was the one that would be most likely to think of a convincing lie for why anyone wanting inside wouldn't be allowed in. "The odds are very easy to manipulate when you're looking for patterns, so -"
"I think it's deliberate," Jamie continued, uncaring of Oliver's complaints. "I think someone deliberately brought a whole bunch of girls to this supposed boy's school for a nefarious purpose!"
Okay. That sounded like the plot to a cheap romantic series, or perhaps something of a more pornographic nature. Certainly not the sort of story Oliver wanted to be involved in. Still... This is the alluring thing about conspiracy theories. It's all about pointing out the unusual patterns. Even if they are not connected to one another, elements of them can come together to make you think that there's something more sinister afoot than there truly is.
Oliver knew this. Oliver understood this well. Real life does not actually play out like a story. There's not usually some grand sweeping conspiracy that ties everything together, no secret cabal tugging the strings of society towards their own nefarious ends. If anything, the alternative is worse - there is nobody in charge. It's all happenstance. The patterns we see in disasters and strange events are called apophenia, the tendency to see patterns in data where none exist. Like seeing shapes in clouds that soar above.
Nonetheless, Jamie's point was becoming quickly convincing. The likelihood of this many girls meeting up at this school meant to be exclusively for boys, with this many divergent reasons? It was... beyond unlikely. A statistical improbability. Furthermore, for them to find out about each other this quickly, and for them to be no others beyond that... Seemed to also be quite unlikely.
"Do you think there are other girls here?" Oliver whispered.
"Definitely," Jamie said. "I mean, come on. The odds of Alec finding the <i>only</i> girls undercover within - what, two days? Doesn't seem likely, does it? We've not even met everyone in our year yet. So, either someone deliberately grouped us together, or there's a lot more girls out there we've not found yet."
Oliver nodded solemnly. Yes. That did seem likely. It irked her that she was falling into that conspiracy theory mindset - but being stubborn about it wouldn't help either. Evidence! They needed evidence! Hrmph, yes. With the right level of evidence they could prove or disprove this hypothesis at will! They'd have to discuss it once those two were done in there and -
<b><i>"Dear God in heaven!"</i></b>
"It's okay guys, nothing to worry about," John immediately said. "I took a peek in there, and Patrick's just giving him a deep tissue massage to sort out a sprain on his leg." She rolled on her feet and whistled, hands in pockets to add to the effect. "I gotta tell ya, I'm thinking of selling tickets, that guy would make a mint off a massage business."
"Glad to hear it!" Ian gave a big thumbs up. "Sometimes, when you work out too hard, you gotta get your muscles back in shape! When we're done let's have Patrick give us all a big rub down! It's the ideal way to wind your muscles down after a hard day's exercise!"
...
"Oliver, I think he's an idiot," Jamie said.
"One cannot disagree with that assessment," Oliver said, which basically amounted to her equivalent of 'yeah, I know'. Patrick, who they now knew was a girl, having to rub down a bunch of sweaty athletic boys... Was that heaven or hell for a girl like her?
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