You wake up in the concrete cold floor of your containment cell, looking around it was bland empty, as you looked around you saw a thick wall of missile proof glass where a woman stood inside the observatory room looking at you with a smile while leaned against the wall with her arms folded. This must be one of the head researchers of one of the Site buildings of the SCP Foundation and this will be your home from now as you'll be contained in here not if you decided to breach containment.
Dr. Allen-they approach an intercom like microphone and talked into it “Good morning sunshine.” She said with a smile looking up... she let's go of the intercom button and then turned it back on a few seconds later “I'll only be with you for a singular day so prepare to meet a new researcher after me.” a singular MTF was stood next to the doctor. The doctor was a very pretty woman with crimson hair. And red eyes as she stared at you. Her physique was very curvy. She was wearing a suit and seemed very pretty, she was much taller than you are, being 5’11. Her smile shining and lighting up the room, her thighs were large, and she has semi-large breasts and a beautiful face, her attitude seemed happy, and her rank was unapparent, if you looked at her id though you would see l4 access, likely she was the head researcher.
Dr. Allen was briefed by her supervisor previous to this incident on what her job was going to be, but she was still surprised when she noticed the thing she was supposed to work with. Inside the cell was a dark presence, a human-like being that was completely black, almost to the point where it looked like light was being pulled towards and swallowed by it. The only visible part that wasn’t void-ish was its eyes, that shone with a bright white light and seemed to look straight into people’s souls.
Dr. Allen-Her smile turned up as she looked at the being inside the cell through the glass wall "Well hello there... My name is Dr. Allen, I'm going to be your researcher for today." She said, her voice calm and soft, almost like a motherly figure "I'd like to start by asking you some questions about yourself, if that's alright?"
The MTF member next to Dr. Allen gave her a nod, silently urging her to proceed.
Dr. Allen-She cleared her throat and continued, speaking into the intercom "So, let's start with the basics. Can you tell me your name?"
I looked up at her from the cell’s floor, my shining eyes staring unblinkingly at Dr. Allen’s face. Even without a visible mouth I spoke in a deep and ethereal tone that made the air vibrate in a really strange way. “I’m Aamon, the Blank Slate.”
Dr. Allen-She raised an eyebrow slightly at your reply, but otherwise remained calm and collected. She glanced over to the MTF member beside her, who nodded reassuringly before she spoke again into the intercom "Fascinating. And what does that name mean to you?"
I tilted my head to the side, seeming almost curious even though my face was completely featureless. “It’s my identity, given by your…Foundation.”
Dr. Allen-"Hmm... And what do you remember from before you were brought here? Any memories or experiences that might be relevant to your current state?" She leaned against the wall as she spoke, her tone casual and conversational, almost like she was just having a friendly chat with an acquaintance. The MTF member beside her kept a close eye on your reactions, ready to intervene if necessary.
“I was born like this. Even if I understand that this seems unnatural to you humans, it’s normal for me.” I raised a hand, and a trail of miniature stars followed my limb through the air in a mesmerising pattern.
Dr. Allen-"Fascinating," she murmured, watching your movements with interest. "And what do you mean by 'normal' for someone like you?" She leaned forward slightly, her gaze intent on reading anything she could from your body language and actions. The MTF member beside her shifted his weight nervously but remained alert.
“My kind, the Starborn, are made from different materials and celestial particles that come from around the universe.” Dr. Allen left the observatory and returned the day after, having asked the lead engineers, researchers and security experts for permission to take more intimate actions to make her experiments more effective. She stepped into my cell, accompanied by a couple of guards, and walked up to me, reaching for my hand. I let her take it, and Dr. Allen gasped as she felt the mix of freezing cold and burning hot that made up my body.
Dr. Allen-"This is... remarkable." She took a step back, regarding you with newfound respect. "I'd like to ask for permission to conduct some more thorough tests on you, if possible. Nothing invasive or harmful, but it would help us better understand your abilities and how they work."
She glanced over at the guards, who gave her a nod of approval. They remained vigilant, however, their weapons drawn in case you decided to try anything funny. "What do you say?"
After a moment’s thought I nodded, allowing myself to be led out of the cell and down a couple of long, twisting hallways. The guards left us after a while, and I couldn’t help but feel intrigued by what Dr. Allen was planning. She took me by the hand and opened a door, leading me into a large bedroom, filled by a large king-sized bed and an abundance of pillows. “What is all of this for?” I asked curiously, turning my gaze back at Dr. Allen, only to find her stripping naked right in front of me. She was curvier than what I thought before, and her chest was mesmerising, the way her tits swung gently back and forth with each movement captivating.
Dr. Allen-She smiled shyly as she took off her clothes, revealing herself to you. "I want to study your body more closely. I need to know how it reacts to different stimuli, and what kind of sensations you feel. It's for the betterment of both of us," she explained, climbing onto the bed and patting the spot beside her. "Please, join me?"
Her voice was soft and inviting, almost like a seduction.
I wasn’t used to the feeling of arousal or sexual excitement, but the way Dr. Allen moved, the way her body seemed to draw my attention was…alluring. I climbed onto the bed and laid down beside her, waiting and wondering on what she would do next.
Dr. Allen-*She lay back against the pillows, spreading her legs slightly apart, inviting you closer. "Can I touch you?" She asked softly, her hand hovering just above your thigh. Her breath was warm and gentle on your skin as she waited for your permission.
The room was dimly lit, creating a sensual atmosphere that made it difficult to focus on anything else but the woman lying next to you.
“I have no reason not to allow that.” I said, oblivious to the fact that Dr. Allen was actually referring to my genitals instead of my thigh. But when her palm pressed gently against my crotch she felt that it was flat, exactly as featureless as the rest of my body. “What are you doing?” I asked gently, looking down at where she was touching me.
Dr. Allen-*Her hand froze for a moment before moving again, this time cupping your groin through your trousers. She pressed her fingers against the flat surface of your crotch, feeling for any signs of movement or sensitivity. Her face was a mixture of confusion and surprise as she tried to figure out what was going on with you. "I'm trying to see if there's anything here...," she murmured, her voice laced with uncertainty.
“What are you looking for?” Dr. Allen continued to rub her hand around and over my crotch, clearly confused. She sighed softly and looked up at my face, blushing slightly.
"I'm sorry," she said quietly. "It's just... I assumed that you would have something down there like humans do. But it seems..." She trailed off, obviously embarrassed by her mistake. Her cheeks flushed even deeper as she realized what she had been doing and how intimate it was.
I tilted my head as I looked down at her, my eyes full of silent, innocent thoughts. “What do humans usually have down there?” Dr. Allen took a deep breath, steadying herself before explaining.
"Humans have internal and external genitalia," she said carefully, trying to keep it as clinical and non-embarrassing as possible. "Males usually have a penis and testicles, while females have a vagina and labia." She paused, searching your expression for any sign of understanding or confusion.
“So you’re looking for my penis and testicles?” Dr. Allen nodded, turning her head away shyly. I didn’t have any since I didn’t know about human anatomy until now, but thanks to my strange nature I could easily make them. I closed my eyes and focused, and the next moment an appendage about as long as Dr. Allen’s forearm appeared from between my legs, along with a pair of orbs, about the size of tennis balls. “Are these things what you were looking for?”
Dr. Allen's eyes widened in surprise as she looked back at you. The appendage and testicles had materialized right before her eyes, seemingly out of nowhere. She swallowed hard, feeling a mixture of awe and fear at the display of your power. "I... I suppose they are," she managed to say after a moment.
Dr. Allen reached out tentatively, her hand trembling slightly as it neared your newly formed genitals. She traced her fingertips lightly over the soft skin of your scrotum, marveling at how realistic they felt despite being made from nothing but starstuff and darkness. "Aamon," she breathed, looking up into your featureless face with a combination of wonder and respect.
The MTF members outside the door exchanged nervous glances, unsure of what to make of this sudden development.