The Doctor ( 1 )


Erotica, Mature, Transsexual
He doesn't care where they come from or who they were. They drop off a male body, and the client's order with half of the agreed sum in silver bars. Then the doctor gets to work, no names, no questions.

The doctor was excited ; it had been a spell since he had a surgery this challenging. Despite the diminished room the Doctor of the Church had to work out with, the equipment in the room was easily worth to a greater extent than the entire apartment complex the stopgap operation room was held in.

The doctor looked for non-existing seams on the concluding part of the contrived skin on her forehead. This was one of the more alone character of skins used, a character of organic flesh colored atomic number 14, giving the flavor and tactile property of a wench. This type of tegument supported twice the amount of face end of normal human skin. Under the peel, there were extra oily secretory organ to secrete oil onto the peel when pheromones are picked up to provide an oiled latex expression for extra sex appeal. All of the patient role's peel had been painstakingly replaced section by segment, as removing all of it at once would prove to be fatal.

Her closed eyes twinkled like the night sky, the Doctor of the Church's helping hand brushed against her painted eyelid, the dark, cosmic silver undisturbed from his contact. He had blended the pulverization of various metals and alloys into the delicate skin of the eyelids until the color was just right. His fingers stroked her black, plumy lash, naturally wax and curved as if mascara had just been applied. The doctor gently forced an eye open, revealing a shimmering, emerald blue flag. He allowed himself to admire his piece of work before inspecting the ebony tree pipeline tattooed around the edges of her eye. His fingers followed the shape of the feminine face to her delicious red lips. The doctor's blue latex glove met with her rubber back talk, always plump, always calendered, its scarlet hue unyielding. Everything was permanent wave, good.

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The doctor moved to the bosom to examine their progress. He massaged the DD sized titty, working his way from the firm elastic breast to the pink nipple he spent days crafting. He touched the growing teat gently, admiring just how a great deal was going on underneath the sensitised clump of unreal physique. The doctor's margin call of duty was raw breasts, but he liked to force himself further. He especially liked the guild where there were no speed limitation for him ; he could truly evince his creativeness applying a mix of science and art. This was one of those social club. He pinched the grippy nipples as the oddment of his finger felt the modified Milk River glands inside her boob. The doctor was pleased that the mammilla was solid and addictive to play with, but he still was still not satisfied. The replacement of all the Milk glands with Skene's allowed her to cum through her knocker. The doctor felt a flimsy pounding in between his fingers, and knew that he had succeeded. The nipple ejected cum, soiling the medico's blue surgical baseball glove. The doctor had a rejoicing smile knowing that the weeks of messy nerve rewiring had paid off.

Though she had lost the ability to breastfeed, her bosom had the potential to create Thomas More cum than a normal vagina on an average charwoman. Her chest were wired to produce cum indefinitely in the exchange Milk glands, sign imitating the single sent after accouchement. The cum would likely well her knocker to an E cup before spilling from her nipples. From the doc's calculations, she would consume to have her breasts cum every day or so to forestall an overflow. The doctor cleaned the spillage around her breast, and to his pleasant surprise had to clean the 2nd unaffected nipple as well. The medico scribbled with exhilaration in his notes before continuing his examination.

The MD was renowned in the art of crafting vaginas that would cause the most dysfunctional man to cum prematurely. But what the doctor was about to make even impressed himself, despite all of the breathtaking while he had created before. rumour has it that one of his piece has been known to cause amnesia and possible cardiac taking into custody should the user have a sapless inwardness. The woman disappeared shortly afterwards, though there had been an increasing sum of powerful figures succumbing to heart approach. The skin for the vagina was the sum of his experiments with hypersensitive skin, optimized through years of extermination on 100 of specimens. The Doctor of the Church had found the optimal zone in between pain and pleasure.

Everything in her new sex had been expertly crafted by the doctor, save the ovaries ; she would only turn pregnant only if her master key desired it. She would have period, and could even grow a baby inside her womb should a fecundate egg be inserted within her. Her vagina looks perfectly normal on the away, but the inside was the doctor's Sistine chapel service. He was very gifted in his art, but after so many long time of initiation, he was left with little way to amend. This order had him flustered as he could easily implement one of the many intention which has made him notable, but they were old and stale to him. He was going to implement a lot of the perfected classic designs, but he needed something new to cause this one unique. It was rare that he was allowed to freely create, and he did not wish well to waste this opportunity by photocopying his previous pieces.

The physician wondered if he was if he was losing his originative spark, or if he was just getting old - or maybe both. He was desperate, but he couldn't do anything but feel helpless flipping through latterly night TV show on his lounge. That was until the shark week special gave him the inspiration he needed. He would make multiple g-spots in the shape of a shark's gills out of cartilage, ten totality, five on each side of the vaginal wall. The doctor beamed while he attacked his notepad. They were to draw out outwards when blood fills the vagina, pointing downwards towards the possible action. They were to bring extreme pleasure to the user, and possibly make a meltdown in mind of the vagina's owner.

The doctor brought himself back to the task at hand, his finger spread her moist labia. The doc breached her modify hymen, made to develop back within twelve hours. He swirled his fingers around the country just before the array of g-spots, the brain natural process monitor rapidly scaled out to accommodate the vast spike it had to display. The doc became aroused as he continued to his masterpiece, he could feel the Gills ( named for G-spot gills ) erect. The doctor continued to advertise, until the gill inversed, percentage point into her womb, causing her unconscious body to instantly derive to an orgasm. He continued his finger through the remaining four stage set of lamella, the new brain action levels made the former flavour like a flavorless job. If the Dr. didn't apply the anesthetic himself, he would not have believed that this girl was under from the way she was convulsing from the intense orgasm. The doctor removed his digit swiftly, causing all of the branchia to revert to their original position, the sudden removal of his fingerbreadth stimulated all the branchia, causing another eruption of fluids. Her body stayed in a reach archway for various seconds twitching, before slowly lowering back onto the steel table.

The tightness and the way the gills held onto his finger turned the doctor on, he could only think how a penis would just unfreeze inside his masterpiece. The medico was tempted to give it a test run, to satisfy his raging manhood, but this was the hardest percentage of his job. Even though he knew the maidenhead would grow back, and there was no evidence, he had to remain a professional. He had always thought of making one for himself, but he realized that he would continuously put away them when he came up with new technique for his art. The doctor sighed at his quandary, and went on to test her button. The sixteen thousand nerve endings in her clit were expertly coiled and weaved amplifying sensations to unimaginable levels. The doctor pressed on her clitoris like an lift release, turning her aftershocks into another good blown orgasm. The Doctor of the Church was pleased.

Regretfully, the doctor's examination was coming to an end. He began the preparedness for her recovery. The Doctor inserted a lustrous Negro rubber-base paint catheter, into the newly formed urine channel. He knew that she will be kept under until she was completely healed. The latex metro hung out of her vagina like a slim tail. The MD picked up the tubing inflated the balloon inside her bladder with a particular tool, securing the catheter until he decides to turn it. The doctor pulled the red latex mercantile establishment plug from the end of the metro, and attached the catheter to a thermionic valve leading to a weewee bag.

The doctor unpacked the reinvigorated pinko lingerie ; the seductive strait of sliding the thin pantie up her diffuse legs aroused the doc beyond the limits of a convention man. The catheter came out from the side of the garden pink panty. side by side, he took the bra, wrapping it around her unconscious mind trunk, tucking heavy breasts into its loving cup was always a joy for the doctor. He took her hands, with a silver manicure, placing them over her pierced navel- a subtle tracking twist, anchored to her uterus ; removal would show quite painful. Finally, he slipped her overnice pes into a twosome of political program heels. Perfect.

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The Doctor of the Church turned off the illumination, but did not exit the room. He admired the outline of her face that he crafted for her. The curves, long slender peg, her plentiful bust, his prefect gifts to her. The MD had not felt a connection like this to his existence for a long meter now. He went up to her and kissed her on the cheek in the dark. He made sure the full trunk mirror positioned correctly following to the bed, he wanted his patient to look up to his work when she awoke.

"Sleep tight, my daughter. ”
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