Date: Sat, 13 Sep 2008 15:59:23 EDT
From: Tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: Professor Chetland's Experiment

		      PROFESSOR CHETLAND'S EXPERIMENT
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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"I'm sorry, Professor Morrison, the university computer has been scheduled
for the entire day for the exclusive use of Professor Chetland." the clerk
said.

"What?" Professor Morrison spluttered. "The entire computer? But, but,
there should be some excess capacity...."

"Professor Chetland specifically indicated that he would need all the
capacity." the clerk blithely informed him. She had heard it all before,
often.

"But my experiments are at a critical point...."

The clerk cut him off again. "Then you should have come to us soon as you
knew you would need the computer. Professor Chetland booked the computer
nearly two weeks ago."

"But two weeks ago... Gah!" Professor Morrison gave up. He hadn't known two
weeks ago that his experiments would be ready today, he hadn't known until
late yesterday afternoon, in fact, that the data would be needed
today. "But I must have the computer for only a few minutes...." A few
hours, actually, but he was desperate here.

"Then I suggest you speak to Professor Chetland and work something
out. Next!" the clerk dismissed him.

Professor Morrison grumbled as he made his way back to the laboratory
building. Professor Chetland had been outperforming him ever since he
grabbed that huge grant from the Winfield Foundation last year. Now he had
the entire ground floor and the basement beneath and the rest of the
professors had to make do with the third floor and the annex. He'd even
walled off the entire ground floor and basement next to the elevator, to
keep everyone out.

He called Chetland and found he had to make an appointment with his
secretary. And the earliest he could get to Chetland was five o'clock that
afternoon. Given it was Friday, this was hardly a prime appointment
time. Basically, Chetland was probably going to hang about after work to
speak with him. Not to mention it screwed up any hope of getting his
experiments done today. He spent the afternoon arranging things to let him
get most of the work done over the weekend (his best hope to finish things
quickly without interrupting the Lord God Chetlund's use of the computer!),
and spent the last hour until then chafing at the forced inactivity. Some
life for a scientist!

God, he'd have to knock at the door and then beg a favor like he was
homeless, or a peasant begging at the lord's feet for a boon!

Knocking at the door didn't do a damned bit of good. In frustration,
Morrison tried the doorknob. Rather to his amazement (it had always been
locked the last dozen times he'd tried it), the doorknob turned and the
door clicked open. Feeling very much like an intruder, Morrison leaned
inside and called out, "Hello? Hello?"

No answer. But a hell of a lot of machinery. Damn, Chetland had turned the
ground floor from a group of well-outfitted laboratories into a warehouse
that held large pieces of machinery which were humming away, wheels
spinning, belts moving, lights flashing away. What the hell was all this?
Morrison walked over to one belt and looked at it. It went into the
basement. So did that other one. And that one.

Whatever was chewing up all this power, using all the college computer's
resources, it was in the basement. So Professor Chetland would be down
there as well.

Morrison walked through the place and was astonished the further he
went. What was going on here? Chetland had a grant, yes, but this...what
was he doing? Some sort of synthesizing process, liquids bubbled in large
containers here. It looked like Chetland was running a factory here!

Ah, here were the stairs downwards. Morrison couldn't believe the way
Chetland had ripped the ground floor out like he had. Not even the stairs
existed except down to the basement in this one place. It ended in a
corridor that led down to a single door. No other doors, no windows, only
the lights overhead let him see his way. The machines' sounds came through
the walls on either side. The impression of an assembly line running at
full tilt was stronger than ever.

Voices on the other side of the door. At least he would find someone. All
this machinery operating and nobody about was beginning to get to him. A
big project usually had someone around at all hours, to keep an eye on
things if nothing else.

The other side of the door was filled with voices, all right...but total
darkness. Only the white rectangle of the hall light pierced this darkness,
his own body forming an elongated blob in the center of it. "Hello?" he
called. "Is someone in here?"

"Come on in." came the voice. Morrison relaxed, that was Professor
Chetland. "We've been waiting for you."

"So why are you in the dark?" Morrison said as he went on inside. Behind
him, someone closed the door, plunging him into darkness.

"Where's the light?" Morrison said, his voice uneasy. This was getting
downright creepy! "I came to discuss borrowing some time from you over the
weekend for my projects, your computer usage, I mean...."

"Yes, I know." Chetland's voice was right beside him.

"Uh, could you turn on the light?" Morrison said. "I can't see a thing in
here; I wouldn't want to knock over something important, maybe."

"You won't knock anything over." came Chetland's voice. Only it wasn't
where it was before.

"Chetland?" Morrison turned toward the new voice. "What is going on here? I
realize you may want to keep your experiments secret from the rest of the
faculty until you're ready to show your results, but really, can't we go
somewhere else and turn on a light?"

"We'll turn on the light." came Chetland's voice. Now behind him and to the
left.

"Just as soon as we're in position." came Chetland's voice again. Beside
him on the right.

"Have to have everything just so, you know." This one was further
away. Quite a bit further away.

"What the devil have you done here?" Morrison said. "Come up with some sort
of communications system?"

A hand clamped onto his right arm. "No, nothing like that." Chetland said
as his body pressed up against Morrison's back on the right side.

Another hand found his left hand and then grabbed his wrist. From the
forward position, that is.

"What the devil is all this?" Morrison asked again.

More hands were grabbing him now. However many men were in the room, they
were enough to overpower him easily, especially since he couldn't see them
and more especially since he wasn't much of a fighter even if he had been
standing in broad daylight. An ineffectual squirming was the best he could
do as he was picked up and carried a short way.

"This will do." Chetland's voice said and a dim light came on. Now Morrison
could see he was surrounded by a complete crowd of men. The light was over
them, he couldn't see much about them except there were a lot of them...and
they were all naked!

And the hands were busily working at his clothing as well. He couldn't have
been stripped more efficiently if he had been actively helping them do
it. One pair of hand undid one set of shoelaces and soon as they were
undone, a third hand pulled his shoe off. No sooner was the shoe off than
another pair of hands (or was it?) sent his sock after it. His smock was
peeled from his shoulders while his tie was undone and his shirt buttons
undone, all at once, it seemed like.

"What kind of sick ritual is this?" Morrison spluttered. "I thought I was
coming to speak to a scientist, not a devil-worshipper."

A chorus of laughters greeted that remark. Their tone was...odd. Like one
man's voice recorded laughing, and then played from various speakers from
various points so they weren't in synch, but still, you knew it was the
same man's voice.

"No devil worship here." Chetland assured him. Morrison looked up and could
just make out Chetland's face on one of the men. His eyes were adjusting to
the near-darkness. "Just an odd side-effect of my experiment."

"What, did you lose your clothes as a side-effect?" Morrison said.

"Not at all." Chetland said, from another point. Morrison turned his head
and saw...Chetland! But Chetland was over...yes, he was! Morrison looked
back and forth between the two.

"What have you done?" he whispered.

"Think how often mistakes happen in a project due to lack of
communication." Chetland said. In stereo sound. Morrison looked around and
saw even more Chetlands around him. They were ALL Chetland! How many
versions of himself did he have here?

"Clones?" He said.

"Clones of a sort, yes." Chetland said. "We exist in continuous and
complete synchronization with each other. It's like having a dozen heads,
two dozen eyes, two dozen hands, legs, feet."

"As well as other organs." another couple of Chetlands put in. "The
hormones do seem to be cumulative in effect."

"Hormones?" Morrison whimpered.

"Yes, the sexual desire seems to be increased a dozen-fold here. I started
with a dozen copies of myself, built them up out of organic components,
using my own DNA for the blueprint. I didn't want to bring out a pile of
babies all crapping their pants, but the variation in the gamma factor took
care of that. So, a dozen adult bodies, all of my own, and my own
brainwaves imprinted as we went along. I didn't expect to be so totally
immersed in the experience, mind you, I simply thought I'd have independent
copies of myself. Somehow, the mind adjusted to it, encompassed the several
forms and integrated them. Fascinating."

"But...which one is you?" Morrison asked. He was completely naked now, his
briefs had just been pulled from off his ankles.

"I really am not at all sure." Chetland said. "I seem to have lost myself
in the crowd, as it were."

"This is madness." Morrison protested. God, now one of the Chetlands had
hold of his cock and was stroking it, bringing it up and awake. Another
finger was prodding at his anus. Another cock was rubbing at his shoulder,
two more at his sides, left and right, the left at his ribs and the right
near the thigh. "Why are you...molesting me like this?"

"My dear Professor Morrison, as I explained, the desire is multiplied
here. I knew you were coming by and the simple, rather pale and amiable
physical attraction I have felt for you all along seems to have turned into
a sort of group lust."

"I just wanted to talk to you about using the computer this weekend, for a
couple of hours." Morrison said. God, his cock was harder than ever now,
one of the Chetlands had dived down and was sucking on it! Another
Chetland's cock was now brushing his cheek. "I didn't come down here to be
part of an orgy!"

"I know you didn't." Chetland said and the sighs that slipped from
everyone's lips was like a gust of wind. "But I really find myself beyond
control at this point. It was all I could do to turn off the light when I
realized you were approaching. Besides, I really can't think of any better
way to test the mind-bond I have with all these clones than to see if it
endures climax or not. You don't mind helping out a fellow scientist for a
few minutes, do you, Professor Morrison? In exchange for full use of the
computer this weekend?"

It was a testimony to Professor Morrison's devotion to his project that he
hesitated. If all he had to do was... "I hadn't thought about it like
that." he said. Considering he was getting one great blowjob just now, he
felt he was understating quite a lot!

"Know that I like you." Professor Chetland said. "I'm sorry it's blown all
out of proportion like this, but I really can't help myself. I'm a victim
of exponential increase here. I would have started with a dinner
invitation, I just wanted to finish this experiment first before I got
started on anything."

"I guess I can understand that." panted Professor Morrison. Now the cock
was right at his mouth. Another was poised to insert itself (it felt
lubricated at least!) into his anus. "I suppose, in the interest of
science, we can make an exception here."

And that was all the Chetlands needed. A cock shoved itself into his mouth
and the one at his ass began to prod itself at his sphincter. Another hand
guided his own down to another Chetland cock, urged him to wrap his fingers
around it.

"For me to really explore this part of the group mind." Chetland panted. "I
need to feel everything at one time. If you would be so kind, Professor
Morrison...."

And Morrison began to suck on the cock in his mouth, let the one at his ass
plunge on in (it was doing so anyway) and jerked the cock in his hand.

A symphony of groans rose from the assembly around him. Chetland had
mentioned a dozen copies, but there it seemed there were more than that
around him. Confound this dim light! Like a filthy backroom sex den, it
distorted and made unreal what was happening.

Was that good or bad? Morrison was surrounded by grunting, panting men,
even those who were merely holding onto him were gazing upon him, their
faces slack with lust. Even the lips of the Chetland sucking on him was
blissfully moaning around his cock as he continued to ply smooth, silken
lips around Morrison's prong.

"Ah, ah, ah, I'm coming, I'm coming!" the Chetland Morrison was sucking on
moaned. But only him. "Get ready, here it comes,
ah-guh-HUH-GUH-HUH-UHH-KUNNNKHHH!"

Salty splatters of come splashed into Morrison's mouth, he sucked it down
best he could while he looked about. Only the one Chetland was coming. The
one climaxing, the one squirting hot jizz down his throat had his face
screwed up with the lines heavy as an old man's.

Like an old man's!

Just plain old!

As the come-load ended, the Chetland clone above him was visibly aging. It
backed away, and Morrison was grateful for that, for it seemed to be
falling apart.

"UH, UH-GUH-GUH, UH-KUUUHNNNNKKK!" came the one he was jerking.

Knowing it was happening, Morrison watched the face. Yes, indeed, the mere
act of climax was enough to wear down the clone's body patterns in some
way. It succeeded in its completion of the orgasm...but that was its death
knell. Other Chetlands crowded in as the group moved a bit away from the
now-faltering clone.

Well, now that he knew what to do to end all this, Morrison could manage. A
dozen clones, two down, that left ten to go. Both his hands found hard
dicks and began to pound them. His ass opened willingly for the next cock
going in, his mouth made an oval in parting for another hard dong to slide
in.

Pump them down, wear them out. The one left standing after it was all done
would be the original Professor Chetland. And Professor Morrison could get
out of this place!

It proved absurdly easy to get these clones off. They were feeding off of
each other's sensations, after all, it just took a bit of direct contact to
make it happen. Twin jets of sperm flying at him from both sides meant his
hands had done their work. The Chetland sucking him stepped in to get some
action for itself and straddled his chest, fed him his cock.

Passed around like a bowl of popcorn at a family movie-night, Professor
Morrison sucked and got fucked and jerked. His own orgasm was delayed more
than a little by all his work, but he found after taking down about ten of
the clones that he was ready to let one of the remaining clones siphon him
dry. He dropped the cocks of the two Chetlands he was jerking, grabbed the
Chetland's head sucking him and hunched at it (his own ass was vacant just
at this point, so he had free range to move) and Morrison's joy climbed up
his spine to his brain and exploded! He hadn't had a climax like this one
since that time some years ago when...but never mind, it was a long, hard,
multi-gloried orgasm that sent his brain reeling.

Done, tired, he panted, and felt the cocks pressing at him anew. How many
were left here? He'd only started with a dozen, and...that couldn't be
right.

He fended off the cock now fishing for his mouth and sputtered. "I thought
you said there were only a dozen."

The lights came up more, and now Morrison saw Chetland standing in a room
somewhat above this one, behind a glass. Studying the clones that were
group-banging Professor Morrison.

"I said I started with a dozen." Professor Chetland said. "It only takes
about ten minutes to conclude the process with full computer access. It's
why I needed all of it, you see."

"Professor Chetland." that was all Professor Morrison got out before his
mouth was stuffed with cock again. The sounds he had encountered when
entering this area suddenly made sense, an unending line of Chetland clones
coming off the assembly line!

"I wasn't exaggerating about the shared sensations." Professor Chetland
said. "It's like climaxing over and over again. I quite enjoy it, and I'm
sitting up here, comfortably observing, while I'm also feeling a
multi-dimensional joy washing through my body. Fascinating sensations."

Professor Morrison got this clone off and when his mouth was free again,
said, "You must set me free. Now"

"I will, Professor, I will." Chetland said. "As soon as my data is all
complete. I have all weekend to gather it. And so do you."

"Oh, my God!" Professor Morrison moaned. The entire weekend, he would be
here, in this room, being fucked and sucked and having load after load of
hot, undiminished jizz squirted at him from body after undrained body of
Professor Chetland clones.

Twelve clones every ten minutes over a weekend containing sixty-four hours
between five p.m. on Friday until nine a.m. on Monday. Could the human body
even endure that much sex, having that much sperm pumped into him from both
orifices? With 4,608 come-loads at an average of a teaspoonful each, that
would add up to six gallons of seminal fluid! A frightening number, best to
call it instead one and a quarter pints every hour right around the
clock. Could he survive that? Yes, by spitting out and squeezing out of his
ass as much as he could. And using his hands as much as possible. He could
cut down his actual intake to a tolerable number, he felt sure. Though he
would be well coated in jizz by weekend's end!

Still, he had crunched the numbers now. Professor Morrison set out to
survive this sexual excess as only a true scientist could. Professor
Chetland had started the experiment, but Morrison would garner his own data
and with any luck, could rush his own paper into publication first!

				  THE END
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