He doesn't care where they come from or who they were. They drop off a Male soundbox, 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 while since he had a surgery this challenging. Despite the small elbow room the doctor had to work with, the equipment in the room was easily worth Thomas More than the total apartment complex the stopgap cognitive operation room was held in.

The medico looked for non-existing seams on the final piece of the unreal tegument on her forehead. This was one of the more unique type of skins used, a type of organic form colored silicon, giving the looking at and feel of a doll. This case of skin supported twice the amount of nerve termination of normal homo peel. Under the skin, there were extra sebaceous glands to secrete oil onto the peel when pheromones are picked up to render an oiled rubber-base paint look for extra sex collection. All of the patient role's tegument had been painstakingly replaced section by section, as removing all of it at once would prove to be fatal.

Her closed optic twinkled like the night sky, the doctor's hands brushed against her varicoloured palpebra, the dark, cosmic silver undisturbed from his touch. He had blended the powder of various metals and alloys into the ticklish skin of the eyelids until the color was just right. His finger's breadth stroked her nigrify, feathery lash, naturally fully and curved as if mascara had just been applied. The doctor gently forced an eye open, revealing a shimmering, emerald blue iris. He allowed himself to admire his work before inspecting the ebony pedigree tattooed around the edges of her eye. His fingers followed the conformation of the feminine face to her delicious red lips. The physician's blueness latex baseball mitt met with her rubber backtalk, always plump, always shiny, its orange red hue unyielding. Everything was permanent, good.

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The doctor moved to the chest to examine their progress. He massaged the DD sized boob, working his way from the firm elastic breast to the pinko nipple he spent days crafting. He touched the growing teat gently, admiring just how practically was going on underneath the hypersensitive clump of contrived flesh. The doctor's shout of duty was sensitive titty, but he liked to agitate himself further. He especially liked the order of magnitude where there were no amphetamine limit point for him ; he could truly utter his creativeness applying a mix of science and art. This was one of those orders. He pinched the grippy nipples as the remainder of his fingers felt the modified milk glands inside her tit. The doctor was please that the nipple 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 chest. The doctor felt a fragile throbbing in between his fingers, and knew that he had succeeded. The nipple ejected cum, soiling the Doctor of the Church's bluing surgical gloves. The Doctor had a triumphant grinning knowing that the weeks of messy nerve rewiring had paid off.

Though she had lost the ability to suck, her titty had the potential to create more cum than a convention vagina on an average woman. Her breasts were wired to develop cum indefinitely in the put back milk glands, signals imitating the unity sent after vaginal birth. The cum would likely tumefy her breast to an E cup before spilling from her mamilla. From the Doctor of the Church's calculations, she would have to make her breasts cum every day or so to prevent an overflow. The Dr. cleaned the release around her boob, and to his pleasant surprisal had to clean the second untouched nipple as well. The doctor scribbled with excitement in his notes before continuing his examination.

The doctor was renowned in the art of crafting vaginas that would cause the most dysfunctional man to cum prematurely. But what the doc was about to make even impressed himself, despite all of the breathtaking spell he had created before. hearsay has it that one of his pieces has been known to have blackouts and possible cardiac arrest should the user have a weak heart. The woman disappeared shortly afterwards, though there had been an increasing amounts of right figure of speech succumbing to heart attempt. The skin for the vagina was the sum of his experiments with hypersensitive skin, optimized through years of extermination on hundreds of specimens. The Doctor had found the optimal zone in between infliction and pleasure.

Everything in her new sex had been expertly crafted by the medico, save the ovaries ; she would only become fraught only if her professional desired it. She would have time period, and could even originate a babe inside her womb should a fertilize egg be inserted within her. Her vagina looks perfectly formula on the outside, but the inside was the doctor's Sistine chapel. He was very gifted in his art, but after so many years of innovation, he was left with trivial room to improve. This gild had him flustered as he could easily implement one of the many intent which has made him famous, but they were old and cold to him. He was going to follow through a lot of the perfected Greco-Roman designs, but he needed something new to make this one unique. It was uncommon that he was allowed to freely create, and he did not bid to waste this opportunity by photocopying his previous pieces.

The MD 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 lost flipping through late night TV display on his couch. 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 total, five on each slope of the vaginal rampart. The doctor beamed while he attacked his notepad. They were to extend outwards when blood line fills the vagina, pointing downwards towards the opening. They were to bring extremum pleasure to the user, and possibly cause a meltdown in brain of the vagina's owner.

The doctor brought himself back to the task at hand, his fingers spread her moist labia. The doctor breached her modified virginal membrane, made to grow back within XII hour. He swirled his fingerbreadth around the domain just before the array of g-spots, the brain action monitor lizard rapidly scaled out to suit the huge ear it had to expose. The doctor became charge up as he continued to his chef-d'oeuvre, he could feel the Gills ( named for G-spot lamella ) erect. The Doctor continued to advertize, until the Gill inversed, level into her womb, causing her unconscious body to instantly do to an orgasm. He continued his finger's breadth through the remaining four sets of branchia, the new brain body process levels made the previous look like a flat line. If the doc 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 finger swiftly, causing all of the Gills to revert to their pilot position, the sudden removal of his digits stimulated all the Gills, causing another outbreak of fluids. Her soundbox stayed in a strained arch for several instant twitching, before slowly lowering back onto the steel table.

The tightness and the way the gills held onto his finger turned the physician on, he could only conceive of how a penis would just melt inside his masterpiece. The doctor was tempted to give it a exam run, to satisfy his raging manhood, but this was the concentrated part of his job. Even though he knew the hymen would develop 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 discard them when he came up with new techniques for his art. The doctor sighed at his predicament, and went on to test her clitoris. The sixteen thousand nervus ending in her clitoris were expertly coiled and weaved amplifying sensations to inconceivable levels. The doctor pressed on her button like an elevator button, turning her aftershocks into another total blown climax. The Dr. was pleased.

Regretfully, the Dr.'s examination was coming to an end. He began the preparedness for her convalescence. The doctor inserted a shiny Shirley Temple Black latex catheter, into the newly formed piss duct. He knew that she will be kept under until she was completely healed. The latex tube hung out of her vagina like a slim after part. The doctor picked up the tube inflated the balloon inside her bladder with a peculiar tool, securing the catheter until he decides to unfreeze it. The doctor pulled the red latex wall socket cud from the end of the thermionic vacuum tube, and attached the catheter to a tube leading to a piss bag.

The Doctor of the Church unpacked the fresh pink lingerie ; the seductive speech sound of sliding the thin step-in up her balmy pegleg aroused the doctor beyond the limits of a normal man. The catheter came out from the position of the pink panties. Next, he took the bra, wrapping it around her unconscious mind body, tucking heavy breasts into its cups was always a pleasure for the Doctor. He took her hand, with a silver manicure, placing them over her pierced navel- a pernicious tracking device, anchored to her womb ; removal would show quite painful. Finally, he slipped her dainty groundwork into a pair of platform heel. Perfect.

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The doctor turned off the lights, but did not leave the way. He admired the lineation of her aspect that he crafted for her. The curved shape, long slender legs, her plentiful binge, his prefect talent to her. The doctor had not felt a connecter like this to his innovation for a long time now. He went up to her and kissed her on the cheek in the darkness. He made certain the full-of-the-moon body mirror positioned correctly succeeding to the bed, he wanted his patient role to admire his study when she awoke.

"nap tight, my daughter. ”