Tracey stood outside the gleaming white building looking at the large sign which read,

Eastfield Medical Science Centre

and wondered again why she was there.

It was her boyfriend Steve, that was why she was there. It was him who had seen the ad in the local paper asking for volunteers to test a new breast enhancement drug.

As far as Tracey was concerned she was more than happy with the current size of her breasts thank you very much, she was the proud owner of a set of DD boobs, but everybody knew that as far as men were concerned there was no such thing as too big.

Apparently Titalin was a drug designed to increase the milk yield in dairy cattle and it had been a great success in the cows increasing their yield by 150%. Someone had noticed that the size of their udders had increased exponentially and had come up with the idea this might be a good drug to give to human females.

Nobody knew if it would make them produce milk but if it increased the size of their breasts that was a good enough reason to try it, and so human trials had been started.

The first set of tests hadn’t gone that well, the drug was too powerful for humans, it had been designed for cattle after all. They used fifty girls for the first set of tests and they all ended up with balloon size breasts that leaked milk constantly. They also ended up as brain damaged as you could get, the drug rotting their brains.

The press heard about all of this and treated the story as a funny aside, picturing some of the girls with their freakishly huge breasts and drooling from the mouth with a blank expression. One newspaper printed a picture of six naked girls in sitting in a cow stall with the heading,

The Perfect Girl!

All of this gave Tracey natural cause for concern but the advert her boyfriend saw stated that the trial was going to use a new version of the drug which had been reduced in strength.

That still didn’t exactly placate her too much but her boyfriend was not the type of man a girl argued with, a few black eyes had taught her that!

It didn’t even make her feel any better when she’d heard that the trial was to use twelve girls in total, six slaves and six free girls. She was a free girl and glad of it, female slavery had been legalised a year before and was still in its infancy.

Salves were available to buy from registered slave centres which were not in most towns, with cities having two or three of them. Although it was easy to buy a slave nowdays, anyone with money in their pockets could do it, it wasn’t cheap.

Most slaves cost over then thousand pounds with the best ones going for up to fifty thousand. There was no finance plans in place yet for buying a slave, so you had to pay in full and this put owning a slave out of reach for most people. After all who had ten thousand in cash in their bank account, not many.

So although slaves were available and there were plenty for sale, the actual amount you saw in your daily life was very few. It was a bit like seeing a Rolls Royce parked on the high street, unless you lived in central London they were rare!

The whole idea of slavery though was exciting to Tracey. She considered herself to be a submissive girl, most girls were nowdays, and after all the height of submissiveness was slavery.

Once you bought a slave she was literally your property to be used how you wished. The girl was fitted with a steel collar around her neck and embedded in that was a micro chip that gave anybody who scanned her details of her name, age, weight etc. as well as details of her owner.

The high price kept most of the sleaziest men who wanted a cheap thrill away but obviously some girls were bought purely as sex toys. The man who bought her might be a better class of person but they could be just as perverted as a man who couldn’t afford her.

The police were not interested either, after all the girl was now a slave and someone’s property, if her owner wanted to carry out his most depraved fantasies on her that was not their concern.

All of this actually added to Tracey’s fantasies of slavery, the idea that she could be bought and collared and then used in whatever way her new owner wished was incredibly exciting to her.

In real life she knew she probably wouldn’t of found it so exciting, having a red hot poker pushed up your pussy like she’d heard had happened to one girl was probably not so exciting!

That kind of thing didn’t happen too often, after all slaves were not exactly disposable at the prices they were, but rape and sexual humiliation was part of a slaves daily life.

At the moment any girl between the ages of eighteen and thirty could be registered as a slave and at twenty two she knew she was prime slave age. She was also a very pretty girl with long blonde hair and a great figure, any man would be happy to buy her as a slave she was sure.

She had to admit that the thought of mingling with real salves during the drug trials was appealing, it was bound to add more stories and ideas to her fantasies.

So she found herself standing nervously out side the building after her boyfriend had sent off the application for her, denying her any choice in the matter.

She saw another nervous looking girl pause outside and then enter the building, and so taking this as her cue she took a deep breath and smoothed down her dress and entered the main glass door.

Inside the building was as gleaming as it was outside, Tracey was sure that if she looked hard enough she could see her reflection beaming up at her from the shiny floor. She was standing in quite a cavernous central hall and for a moment her courage almost deserted her, never the most confident girl the gleaming efficiency of the place overwhelmed her.

It was reasonably busy with people rushing everywhere and she stood rooted to the spot in confusion and fear.

She was saved when she suddenly heard a girls voice asking if she could help her coming from behind. Spinning round she saw a pretty girl of about her age smiling at her enquiringly and reassured Tracey quickly explained why she was there.

“Oh yes, Mr Chambers bunch,” she giggled and then pointing she said, “through those doors and just follow the hall right down the end, it’s the last door on the right, there will be a receptionist and other girls waiting no doubt, just tell her who you are.”

Tracey tanked her and started off through the doors. Once in the new hallway she could see it stretching off in a straight line ahead of her.

“Even I can’t get lost here.” she said to herself without any true conviction and started on her way down the hall.

She was beginning to wonder how big this building was and whether or not she had indeed got lost when she reached the end and the promised door on the right. Smoothing down her dress she knocked on the frosted glass panel of the door and entered.

The inside was much like any doctors waiting room with one desk and a dozen or so chairs facing it. Behind the desk was a middle aged woman who looked up as Tracey entered. The chairs were nearly all occupied by girls no doubt there for the same reason she was. Ten in total so at least she wasn’t the last one there but the ting that really caught her attention was that six of the girls were sitting there stark naked!

They were obviously the slaves and were sitting there completely naturally and unembarrassed, naked apart from their collars.

Slave or not Tracey was sure that she couldn’t of sat there so casually with nothing on, for a second she almost forgot why she was there but was reminded when the receptionist asked her name and she was told to take a seat.

Sitting she would of normally said hello to the other girls or at least smiled at them but nobody was speaking or looking at her and everybody seemed unnerved by the naked slaves sitting with them. She had seen naked girls before of course but not as blatantly as this and she didn’t know what to say or how to react so instead she sat quietly like the others.

They were told to be there by nine am and Tracey could see by the large clock on the wall opposite them that it was nine fifty by the time the inside door opened and a man stepped in. He was an older man of around sixty, portly and if Tracey had seen him in the street she would of marked him down as a bit of a letch!

The naked girls didn’t flinch though now that there was a man in the presence and for his part he didn’t pay them much attention either. He walked over to the receptionist and had a quiet word with her. It appeared that the twelfth girl had not shown up which was causing some consternation. Finally though he turned to face them for the first time and said hello and told them to stand up and follow him through into his office.

They all did as they were told and walked into his smaller office where there were no seats and so they ended up all standing around his desk while he sat behind it looking at them.

He started off by thanking them for coming and for helping them with the trial.

“Unfortunately only eleven of you have turned up and we need twelve so I’m going to obtain another slave to help us so there will be seven slaves and only five free girls in the trial.” he said which didn’t particularly bother Tracey but what he said next most definitely did.

“Talking of slaves, I see that the ones here are all naked of course as they should be, can the rest of you please remove your clothes now, I want you all naked together please.”

Tracey looked at him in shock. She knew Titalin was injected directly into a girls nipples but she’d never expected to have to be naked, especially in front of this creepy man. To her surprise though the other four clothed girls with her didn’t appear to object at all and were already undoinging buttons and pulling down zips.

She knew she had a good body and nothing to be ashamed about there but she had never really flaunted herself like a lot of girls did nowdays, she tended to stick to the longer skirts and dresses rather than the micro mini skirts that most girls wore.

She panicked slightly, Mr Chambers obviously hadn’t been joking when he’d ordered them to strip and one of the girls was down to her underwear already and so taking as deep a breath as possible and telling herself she was undressing for a Doctor, although she wasn’t actually sure he was, she started to unzip her dress.

This really was an ordeal for Tracey, she even got embarrassed if her dad saw her in her underwear at home, but she forced herself to slide her dress off her shoulders and let it slip down her body so she could step out of it.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw that all the other girls were now naked and he hesitancy had only now focused all the attention on to her as she reached behind her back and unclipped her bra. She had large heavy breasts and she noticed that she was probably the bustiest girl there.

Knowing they were all now waiting for her she quickly hooked her fingers into the waistband of her panties and pulled them down before dropping them on the table with the rest of her clothes like the other girls had done.

“Very good,” Chambers smiled, “ doing as your told is a key part of this process and I know that wasn’t easy for some of you but you obeyed my command, just like a good girl should.” he laughed creepily.

Tracey knew she didn’t like this man already and to make it worse he picked up his phone and asked the receptionist to come in and when she did so he pointed at the piles of discarded clothes on the table and said,

“Take those away will you, they won’t be needing them for a while.”

Tracey looked on forlornly as the receptionist scooped all the clothes up and did indeed take them away shutting the door behind her.