lewd hands-on Gaster green for /utg/

>'Ludicrous, utter nonsense. This methodology is an insult to the profession.'
>You can barely contain your laughter behind your palm as Gaster launches into a tirade against the bespectacled "scientist" as he trips over his lines about the chemical composition of the serum.
>Cheesy movie night never disappoints, he seems to find early sci-fi the most egregious and enjoys picking apart the barely coherent plots.
>Meanwhile, your eyes are drawn to his hand as he carefully picks up a piece of buttery popcorn and delicately holds it between two fingers.
>You've noticed this a few times, he is extremely measured in any such action involving his hands. It gives the impression of energy held in reserve.
>You wonder about his palms all the same, however.. The perfect holes in the center fascinate you, even present in the constructed versions beyond the original pair. You are almost certain you saw him stifle a gasp when your palm brushed the rim while he was unaccustomed to holding your hand.
>Your face begins to tingle and your eyes flicker up to his face. Gaster is looking right at you. You were staring directly at the gap in his hand.
>You mumble an apology and look back at the screen.
>'You are curious. This is not something to apologise for, it is an admirable trait.'
>You turn back to face him and see he is holding his hand up for inspection.
>You gently take hold of either side of it and peer through the center. It's totally empty, as it appears and you make eye contact with the smiling monster through it.
>'It is also an attractive trait.'

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>You face burns.
>Fine, he wants to play dirty does he?
>You do what you've wanted to since that day and run your fingertip across the rim of the circle.
>The reaction is immediate. The doctor seems shocked, the fingers of his hand flex and twitch lightly in time with the gentle friction you create.
>His face, normally the very visage of amused stoicism is stunned and slack. You were not aware he could blush until now.
>You get a wicked idea and begin to kiss around the circular gap.
>'Please... Give me a moment.'
>You consider his breathy request for a few seconds before sticking out your tongue and giving the entire rim a slow lick.
>Gaster groans deeply at the sensation and sinks into the seat and himself in kind, eyes closed.
>You flutter your tongue across the smooth, bony texture of his hand. you can feel a warmth coming from it that wasn't apparent to your fingers, until you placed your much more sensitive lips to it the hand had seemed cool.
>Giving your paramour a final kiss on the palm, you release his hand and his arm falls limply at his side. You glance at him with a cheeky smile and announce that you appreciate him indulging you.
>He takes some time to recover and you feel a slight pang of guilt about it. Perhaps you went overboard? They might be incredibly sensitive...
>You crawl along the sofa to him, drawing yourself level with his face and are about to voice your concern and apologise when you find your movement arrested suddenly and your face being pulled towards his chest.
>'Curiosity, of course, has its drawbacks.' he intones.
>You face is planted into him, panic swelling as your nose and mouth are momentarily blocked by his semi-solid form, thick and stifling.
>Soon, you are spun to about face and are surprised to find you have been conveyed to his study in what felt like no time at all...

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>A brush of cold air against your back and behind alerts you to the fact your clothes are gone and you are wearing a thin, translucent white patient's gown that leaves very little to the imagination from the front and is split open entirely at the back...
>'Thank you for volunteering for this study, I hope you enjoyed your short rest. From here onwards, your co-operation is expected and appreciated.'
>You find yourself hoisted into the air, held aloft by two pairs of his boney construct hands, one on each limb.
>You are pulled taut and spread eagle, your modesty barking at you to curl up and hide yourself, though you are held irresistably by whatever invisible force suspends the floating hands.
>The Doctor regards your flushing face impassively and steps closer. even when your feet are this far off the ground, he towers over you.
>He soon has a lopsided grin on his handsome face as he leans down and into your own blushing countenance.
>'Do not be alarmed.'
>He conjures yet more hands, one of which touches your cheek. A distraction you soon realize, as you feel the others creeping into position around your body, the gown providing no protection as they slip beneath the sheer fabric and contact bare flesh.
>'I am merely curious about your curiosity.'

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>Two go to your chest, cupping and softly kneading your breasts, tracing the swell of the mounds carefully as if memorizing the curves. A light pinch of your eager nipples punctuating each rotation.
>Two go to your upper thighs and begin stroking up and down the sensitive areas. Slowly and insistently, the thin fingertips draw a path of lewd intent and you strain to close your legs as the sensation creeps upwards. to no avail.
>One is placed near your stomach and begins to massage you just above your hips around the sensitive pelvic area. You feel a stirring deep within.
>Its counterpart travels between your legs and is much more gentle, infuriatingly so, lightly brushing and parting your lips before withdrawing and repeating the motion. The combination makes you aware of a growing feeling of emptiness as your arousal builds.
>Three more take up position behind you, two take a firm grip of your buttocks and hold them apart while the third traces a skeletal finger around the delicate opening.
>Finally, one more hand makes an appearance and slips two fingers into your mouth, upon which the Doctor directs you to suckle until he tells you otherwise.
>You shiver, assaulted on all sides. Yet another hand brushes your hair back and the Doctor looks deeply into your eyes as he takes such shocking liberties with your body.
>'Excellent. Now we can begin.'
>Your response is swallowed by a low cry of pleasure, muffled by the fingers pressing on your tongue.
>His hands are touching you everywhere.
>combined with your elevated position, feet dangling, you feel like you're floating. A marionette on a dozen lewd strings.
>You groan deeply as the two thin fingers between your legs bury themselves in you and curl upwards to scrape lightly against your sweet spot.
>Elsewhere you are kept at a simmer by teasing fingers that lightly pull at your nipples, coax apart your legs at the thighs and one that threatens to push inside your backside if you don't grind yourself against the hand in front to escape it.
>It is too much. You cry out around the fingers in your mouth at the sensation of orgasm.
>The pleasure turns somewhat unpleasant as it continues all through your climax and out the other side and you begin to whimper and struggle fruitlessly against the restraining hands.

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>You wail into the digits gagging you again as another climax is ripped from you, thrashing violently before going limp and gasping as the hands do not cease.
>'Yes, yes. I know dear. Just a few more of those and you can come down.'
>Your frantic plea for mercy is cut short by Gaster catching your tongue in between the two fingers in your mouth.
>'Please continue to do as you were told until the end of this experiment or we will be forced to begin again.'
>You obey quickly and begin to suck on the two fingers once more, you can't start again...
>A few more like that? You are already getting lightheaded...
>You don't have a choice, it seems. Your limbs are given just enough slack that you can't gain any purchase and you simply wriggle and twist in the air.
>You suddenly become aware of the Doctor's own gasping, the hands at your chest are placing their palms flat against you. Allowing your rigid nipples to trace the insides of circular gaps.
>You steel yourself as best you can against the onslaught, prepared to weather your beloved's attentions to your limit.
>He looks into your eyes and smiles. Your resolve must be visible on your face.
>Then, the finger that has been prodding at your behind slowly slips inside.
>Your eyes snap wide open and the shock makes you tense up and clamp down on the other two within you.
>'Interesting. A confounding variable, my sweet?'
>Your sudden, unnatural tightening around them makes the pleasure of his intrusions all the more pronounced and you babble incoherently as you crest your peak once again.
>You see a flash of light behind your eyelids as you squeeze them shut and you note the sensation of falling in blackness.
>When awareness returns, you find yourself lying on his bed, partially sunk into Gaster's body. He is working on something on a small handheld, as usual, but with his constructed hands.
>His two natural ones are around your waist and stroking your hair respectively.
>As you come to, you blearily call his name and he places the device down.
>'Ah. Good morning, love. Are you well? I seem to have pushed you too hard yesterday.'
>You mumble to your sweet void, into his morning kiss and wrap your arms around the goopy pillow of his form.
>'Hmm. Please take your time to recover. I have cancelled my appointments for the day, we can remain here until you are ready.'
>You smile and drift back off to sleep for a few more hours, a little sore in just the right ways.

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