[experimedical]

Viewer discretion is advised. There will be discussions of medical bondage, medical procedures and experimentation, non-con, body modification, and sexual torture through an erotic lens. Not all of it will be scientifically accurate.

Dead dove, do not eat.

If this ain't your cup of tea, then I suggest hitting your back button while you still can.

My characters are mostly trans men, if that bothers you then you should also scroll away to a different part of the internet where you can get your own kicks in. As I write this for me, and I am also a trans man, that's my main focus.

If this is your very messy cup of tea, then I hope you will sit down and enjoy yourself while we engage in it together. Try not to get it all over the table while I work on you.

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He placed me in a hospital bed. My arms were strapped down to the sides and my feet were bound up in stirrups. There was a strap in my mouth. My slit was open and slightly raised. In front of my face was a video screen.

"We can start training you now."

His voice came from between my legs. I felt a slight tug as he grabbed the wire from my uterine implant. It sounded like he attached it to something. He did the same with the ones on my g-spot, clit, and prostate tissue.

"Should we test it first to make sure it works?" he asked, but didn't wait for a reply.

My body convulsed as my muscles instantly seized. With no build up I instantly orgasmed, my pussy leaking onto the bed.

"Oh, excellent. This is always my favorite part. It's so much fun to watch you lose your minds," he chuckled. I squirmed against my bonds, but they held tight.

"Let's begin, shall we?"

The screen lit up showing an image. It was a boy like me. He lay flat and still as a massive cock, the size of a bull or a horse, was forced into his waiting cunt. As the head squeezed past the entrance his stomach bulged and he moaned. At that exact moment, watching him violated by whatever monster this was, I was wracked with pleasure as he forced me to cum again. I struggled again, anything to get away, but to no avail.The cock pushed deeper into his pussy, impossibly deep. He cried out in pain as it reached the entrance of his womb, battering against it.

Push, push, puuusshh. Pop.

The man screamed. I orgasmed again.

It was inside his womb now. It fucked him up and down, juggling his stomach with its giant girth. A perfect imprint of its head stretched his skin. He screamed again and on cue I was forced to cum.

It pushed somehow even deeper, almost like it was going to rip him open, but instead it came, filling him so much he swelled on the table. He forced me to cum at the same time as the beast.

It pulled out and a great gush of white followed. I came again.

It pushed into the man's ass, lubed up with cum, and went just as deep as before. Push, push, push, push. The man squirmed on the table, his already distended stomach sloshing around. It shoved itself inside him, hard, and when the man screamed again I was forced to cum.

The monster was cumming again too, gallons and gallons poured into the man's intestines, making his stomach bulge even more. I didn't think it was going to stop. Finally the man coughed up white and I was forced to cum again. The beast relented it's grip and pulled out. A fountain of white, and some red, gushed out. The now unconscious man was wheeled away.

I thought it would be over then, but the video flashed forward. Nine months later. The man was clearly pregnant and was laid out, legs spread, ready to give birth.

He made me cum again. My body ached from the forced convulsions. I felt like my mind was breaking. The pleasure and pain were overwhelming.

A horned head crested the man's slit as he moaned. He made me cum again as he birthed something that wasn't human. Then again when the next head breached. And again when the man on the table stopped breathing and had to be revived.

Finally it was over and I felt relieved. I couldn't stand to watch anymore. That was when the man in the room spoke again.

"I hope we've made some good progress here. Onto the next tape. This one's got good audio as well as visuals!"

There was nothing I could do as they slowly conditioned me to enjoy my own torture and exploitation.

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Take your scalpel and slice me down the middle. Open up my skin and show me everything that's wrong with me. Take it all apart piece by piece to cleanse the infection. Then put me back together again, stitched tight and brand new. Make me your perfect doll and I'll never disappoint you again.

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“Are you sure about this?” Lyle asked as he loomed over me, syringe in hand.

“My mind is made up. The best way to test how well the procedure works is to experience it myself. No one else could explain it in as perfect terms as me.”

That was a lie. I was sure that I could get the same results from close observation. However, this was meant for me. No one else was going to take my maiden voyage.

A nurse in scrubs belted my naked body to the metal table. My arms and legs were held out to the sides. An IV was inserted into the veins near my wrist. It was into this port that Lyle stuck the syringe, pushing down the plunger and filling me with its contents. Immediately I began to feel numb and tingly. My muscles went slack as the paralytic did its work.

As we waited for the concoction to take full effect I was fitted with all the correct sensors. I was so covered in wires I wondered if they would have enough room to work on me. Machines beeped away, telling the whole room how my body was reacting to every touch.

When they were satisfied with the connections and my reactions to the medication my nurses and Lyle took their positions. He ran a finger across my stomach. I could see his action but otherwise would not have been aware of its presence. I nodded to him. He shook his head, but picked up his scalpel regardless.

He made a vertical cut from my pubic bone to my navel. There was no pain, only a slight, almost pleasant tingle. It grew as he reached his hand inside me. It felt like being tickled in a most vulnerable spot. It was a good thing I was so heavily restrained.

He cradled the small organ there as he began to cut the connection between it and my vaginal canal. Each slice was a lick of pleasure as I felt myself moistening with equal parts lubrication and blood. I felt so empty when he pulled it from my body and placed it in an ice chest. I could hear my heartbeat quicken, as could the rest of the room.

“Preparing to insert the artificial organ.” Lyle said.

The new womb was twice as large as my original one. It took some slight rearranging to fit every necessary thing inside. He sewed it carefully back in place, my new cervix pushing further out than before. When he was done my stomach bulged slightly, but we weren't finished yet. On the back of my new uterus was an additional tube. Using a small mechanical tool they ran it from the bottom of my torso up to the back of my throat. Here came the difficult part.

Lyle made another incision under my chin. It made me want to squirm under his firm yet delicate touch. Then he opened my mouth. As he stuck the scalpel inside my heart rate jumped to a crescendo. I felt a gush between my legs.

He cut a perfect hole to match the new entrance. He stitched it expertly in place. His hands in my neck gave me a rush I had never felt before.

To make sure it worked they took a syringe of saline and placed it in the new hole in my throat. As they pushed the plunger down I could feel the cold liquid making its way through my body until it reached my new womb. It leaked out of my cunt onto the table.

Of course we did not stop there. Before finishing Lyle bolstered the strength of my nerves around those delicate parts. He sewed additional tissue in the most sensitive bits and around my new breeding hole to make sure it would be as pleasurable as possible. I could only imagine all the ways I was going to be used and abused in the future.

Finally I was sewn closed and lifted onto a recovery bed. There was a long road ahead, but I was going to be something greater on the other side.

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This is Part 2, for context start with Part 1.

The next day when I awoke I was in a different room. The tube to my stomach was gone, but I was still held down. A bright light shone down on top of me. My mouth was still taped shut.

“Subject 8662 is awake. Can we still begin collection?” a voice said. Another voice answered over a radio.

“Can he move?”

The first person, a man in full surgical scrubs pulled at my bonds, but they didn't budge.

“No.” He replied.

“Then why does it matter?” The other voice said. The first man turned to someone in similar dress who shrugged.

“Then beginning tissue and egg collection.” He said.

The man pushed a speculum into me. He opened it so wide it hurt. I whined but he ignored it.

He grabbed a tool off the wall. It was thin and metallic and had a sharp looking clamp on the end. He pushed it inside me until it reached my cervix. I struggled, but to no avail as he inserted the device into it. My insides burned with the pain.

But that was nothing compared to when it reached the inside of my womb. He pushed as deep as it would go and then hit a lever on the tool. It opened and then closed on my uterine wall. It cut straight through the tissue, taking a piece with it. I screamed against the gag. He pulled it out and placed it in a sample cup. I felt tears run down my face.

Next he grabbed another smaller apparatus and inserted it the same way. He pushed it even further, past the bleeding wound he had made inside me, and into my ovaries. I felt sharp pain again and again as he took parts of me away.

Finally he pulled everything out. For a moment I felt relief until he began to lube a second speculum. I could only guess where it was headed.

He pushed it roughly into my ass. He opened it as wide as it could go. He stuck two fingers in and reached around to find the area he wanted. They took a sample of prostate tissue as well, gently slicing into my organ.

I passed out from shock.

When I awoke I was back in the first room.

“Yeah, those surgery guys are absolute monsters, aren't they? Imagine what it's like working under those pricks. ‘I know you have the flu, but you're still required to have someone fill your shift.’ Fuck off, I am sixty five years old.”

She put out a cigarette I was very sure she wasn't supposed to have in a bed pan next to her.

“You've been under for about a week, recovering. The boss man said he needed one more test before you could go home. I wish I could tell you it'll be more pleasant, but not all of them can be like the first one.”

This time I was in a regular hospital bed. I was still held down and gagged, but at least it was comfier. She had put a hospital gown on me.

She reached between my legs and placed a pre lubed speculum inside me. She was much gentler as she opened me wide. She pulled out a catheter, but this time pushed it into my waiting cervix. I whined and she patted my stomach gently.

“You’re a good boy, you can do it, nice and easy. There we go. Now you're hooked up and ready. Let's get you some more happy juice as a reward.” She injected me with more aphrodisiac and my mind fogged again. She pumped something with her hand and the tube expanded inside me. As it stretched me open I felt myself moisten.

“That's what we wanna see. Now we're gonna fill you up.”

Before I could wonder what she meant I felt a warm sensation in my deepest parts. It was thick and hot like cum and was being continuously pumped directly into my womb. I felt my muscles tightening.

“I'm afraid not, hon. It will affect the results of the test. You're going to have to wait until after.”

She pinched my dick, stopping me in my tracks. I cried beneath the gag.

“I know, poor thing getting filled up with fresh cum and not even able to relieve yourself. But they want to know how much you can hold, and if you cum now it might squirt out. That would be a waste now, wouldn't it?”

I was so turned on I was drooling from my mouth and cunt. My eyes were rolling. I wanted her to touch me, to fuck me with her gloved hands, but all she would do was pinch me when I got too close.

My stomach expanded. I could see the bulge of my organ filled almost to the breaking point with hot sperm. It was pain and pleasure in a grotesque display.

Just as I thought I might actually break she turned off the pump.

“Impressive amount. That's the best I've seen so far. You almost look pregnant. Not that that would be possible for you anymore.”

When she disconnected the tube and pulled out the catheter nothing came out. I stayed just as full and stretched. My insides ached and I could feel my heartbeat in my womb.

With a practiced hand she pushed several fingers inside me. She pushed at my g-spot like she was milking me and within a few minutes I had an earth shattering orgasm. My muscles constricted and hot cum shot out from inside me. It didn't fully relieve the pressure though.

“I hate to leave you like this. I hope you don't mind if I play with you a little bit more.”

The next morning I woke up in my bedroom like nothing had happened. I would have thought it was a dream if it weren't for two things: how sore I was, and the additional money in my bank account. At first it had seemed like an impressive amount for a research study, but when I added up the amount of hours I had spent there it broke down to right at minimum wage.

On my chest was a little booklet about aftercare instructions for all the procedures they had done, including my new GPS implant.

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Please enjoy the special Halloween edition of Experimedical:

Very few people had investigated the old Sanitorium up on Mapletree Hill. It had been abandoned since the twenties, left to rot with the bodies in the cemetery next door. I was certain I would be the first to investigate its depths and return to tell a documented tale.

I had an old video camera with me to film my journey. I already had it running as I quietly entered through the open front door.

I was greeted by what looked like an old reception desk. Chairs littered the ground. It didn't look like they had taken anything when they left it.

I had looked into the background of the building, of course. The sanitorium only closed ten years after it was built, and there were many patients still in attendance who had to be transferred to other nearby facilities. The reason was the institution's resident head doctor: Dr. Horrible.

That wasn't his real name of course. I couldn't remember that off the top of my head though. He had been caught doing highly unethical experiments on his patients, two of which ended in their death. He couldn't stand the loss of his “playthings”, so he took a surgical knife and slit his own throat. The building had been abandoned ever since. Some said you could still hear his gurgling laughter echoing from inside on stormy nights.

I continued deeper and deeper into the hospital until I found the room where it supposedly happened. It was an operating theater, complete with rusty scalpels and knives. In the middle was a table with leather straps to hold down struggling bodies. I shuddered at the thought.

That was when I heard a sudden scrape across the floor. I turned too late to see a chair fly across the room, and the world went dark.

When I awoke I was looking into the sun. It was cold, harsh light that hurt my eyes. I had to close them to get my bearings. I tried to turn away, but I couldn't move. Something was holding me down. I realized it may not be the sun that was above me.

I opened my eyes to see I was correct. It was a very bright light. The kind used in operating rooms just like this one. Only the electricity had been turned off years ago.

“Are you awake, my pretty toy?”

Beside me was an older man with dark eyes and a bloodstained white coat. There was a gash in his throat, just under his chin. My eyes widened as a shiver ran down my spine.

He ran his fingers over my bare skin and I realized for the first time that I was naked. I had been stripped and strapped down to the table in the middle of the room. My arms and legs were held apart. There was a belt shoved into my mouth. I could feel the numerous teeth marks already dug into the leather.

“You are such an interesting specimen! I can't wait to find out everything about you. There's no better way to get to know somebody than a live dissection.”

I looked around for anything that could help me only to find that the previously empty operating theater was now full. In every seat sat a mangled, awful, disgusting creature. Some looked like they had been vivisected and displayed. Some were oozing brown from every pore like they were rotting. Some had horrible laughing expressions that seemed like they were thrilled to watch the show. All of them had eyes pointed directly at my body.

Dr. Horrible, as I could only guess him to be, continued to touch across my stomach and down towards my pelvis. I tried to fight, but it was futile as he stuck his ghostly fingers inside me. It was like he had inserted an ice cube. It was odd to feel no pressure, yet still have my flesh move aside to accommodate him. The spots he touched were somehow numb and overstimulated at the same time. As he pushed further in I was ashamed to feel myself getting wet despite my fear and discomfort.

“Very healthy sex drive I see. Let's push that to the limit, shall we?”

In a smooth motion that spread me wider than I expected he shoved his full fist inside of me. I screamed against the belt as the creatures around us whooped and whistled in appreciation. My stomach bulged where his hand was.

But he did not stop there. He pushed a finger into my cervix, opening it up. He then pushed a second inside and scissored them open stretching me wider than I had ever been before. I screamed into the belt again.

“This is very fun, but I've always been too impatient to get to the good stuff. Let's go ahead and see what it looks like from the inside.”

He pulled his hand out quickly, scraping along the inside of me. He reached for a nearby scalpel and turned towards me.

“This is going to hurt, but it is necessary for all the ways I want to enjoy you.”

He brought the scalpel down onto my skin and made a cut across my pelvis. It burned like hellfire. I almost passed out, but something in his touch anchored me to consciousness. He continued and made a cross cut up my stomach. He pulled my skin away and exposed my organs to the air.

He poked and prodded inside me as he spoke.

“You're fully intact! I'll admit, that's part of why I started where I did. I was worried you may have already pulled out your beautiful insides and I wouldn't get to play with my new toy. But no, it's still perfect and lovely.”

He caressed around my womb with both his hands. He pulled my fallopian tubes up and twirled them between his fingers. It felt so wrong to have his hands inside me, but even through the pain I could still feel that strange overstimulation that shot through me like lightning. As he inspected the deepest parts of me I felt my muscles convulse as an orgasm ripped through my body.

I was disgusted with myself. Every member of the audience could see my organs writhing through the hole. They applauded. He smiled wide.

“Do you like it, my pet? When I play around with your insides? Would you like me to do it more?”

I shook my head as much as I could against the straps, but it didn't matter. He grabbed a nearby tool off a table and pushed it deep into my cunt. He continued to push until it breached my cervix and I could see it bulging into my womb.

He flipped a switch and it began to vibrate. He fondled my ovaries once more, harder this time, and even quicker my muscles seized again. It was so tight against the object in my womb. It stretched visibly.

“You're so much fun to play with! I really hope I don't break you.”

He let my ovaries fall and pushed his hand further inside. With one hand he stroked my clitoris from the inside. With the other he jerked me off.

I was crying, but I couldn't stop cumming. He milked my prostate from inside my body. He used my cunt like a fleshlight on the vibrator. He stuck his arm all the way up my ass and waved hello. All the time my body betrayed me as the audience of devils oohed and aahed.

“Well I suppose we really should get on with the procedure before I get carried away. I enjoy my games, but I do have a crowd to feed.”

I yelled and struggled.

“Oh don't worry pretty boy. I wouldn't risk killing you. They just want a little bit of you. A few feet of intestine, a kidney, half a liver, parts you can easily spare. I'll take my own payment too, of course. And you'll get something in return if you behave.”

I had no choice but to lay there as he pushed and pulled and cut me apart. He started with my liver, slicing out a great chunk. He placed it in a bucket to the side of him. Then he pushed his hands to the back of me, lifting other things and shoving his whole arm inside my chest cavity. I felt my lungs compress as I choked on nothing. I felt a cut and a tug as he pulled the kidney out.

“The intestines are harder. I can't stand to do it when they're full, so we'll do a full fill and empty. Open wide on the other side!”

He pushed a hose into my ass. It was flexible and he didn't stop at the entrance. He snaked it deep into me, past my rectum and fully into my large intestine. There it continued to snake until it reached the end of the organ.

Then he flipped a switch and some unknown substance began pumping through the hose. It moved slowly, but was steadily filling me. I could see my intestines start to balloon. He gently stroked my ovaries and cock as I whined.

“Don't cry, you're doing so well. You're going to get a big reward when I'm done.”

I watched as he filled the entirety of my large intestine until it hurt so much I thought it was going to burst. It was bulging out of me, pushing my uterus up towards the open air. Tears welled up and fell across my face.

He flipped another switch and suddenly I felt a vacuum deep in the back of my organ. The pressure began to relieve as he slowly eased the hose out foot by foot. It felt so good to feel it sliding out of me, taking the pain as it went, that I orgasmed again on the table. By the time he finished I was a wet, drooling, empty mess.

“That's a good boy. Stay just like that now.”

I felt him clamp something into place around my intestines. I knew what was coming, but I could do nothing, but close my eyes and take it. There was a sharp pain as he further cut me apart. I could feel a needle ducking in and out, suturing me back together, but wrong, missing pieces.

“There we go. That wasn't so bad, was it? Now for my trophy.” He lifted my ovaries again. “I had a collection going for a while before they caught me. I was on my ninety-ninth pair. I’ve had to start all over since I died. You'll be number sixty-nine. Isn't that nice?”

He rolled my tubes in his cold hands again until I felt an orgasm start to breach. Right as it started he took his scalpel and quickly cut them both off. I screamed.

“How magnificent. You should always neuter your pets, you know. Now, how should I reward my good dog?”

He caressed my face with a bloody hand.

“I suppose I could do a few things up here.”

He pointed at my head. I emphatically shook it as I tried to pull away. He smiled.

“Yes I think I could make a few swaps that would be very good for you.”

He opened the belt and pulled my mouth open. He shoved his entire fist in, opening it so far I thought my jaw was going to break. Then he pushed a finger up towards my palette.

“Slight tickle.”

I felt his finger phase through my skull and into my brain. That same sensory overload took over my whole body as my mind went fuzzy and blank. Drool trickled down my chin. I felt something in my head squelch and suddenly I was overcome with pleasure. I came hard.

“There you go. I switched around your pain receptors. Your brain thinks you feel really good now. I'm sure that feeling will persist for at least a few days until the soreness clears up. I wonder how many times you'll cum before then.”

My cunt was dripping as I came over and over while he stitched me up. My whole body ached with a pleasure I had never felt before. The audience laughed and laughed as I twitched and moaned on the table. I was fully broken.

I woke up on the dirty floor of the operating room. My clothes were on. A mouse had taken up a home in my hair and squeaked when I moved.

It had all been a dream. I sighed in relief. I must have hit my head on something. Light from the windows across the hall cast a grey pall across the room.

My camera was on the floor in front of me. I reached down to check my pictures. There was a video I didn't remember taking. My blood ran cold as I hit play.

There I was on the cold table. I was naked and alone, but I watched as a scalpel picked itself up and began to cut me as I screamed. There was a quiet echoing laughter in the background, like the audience in a sitcom.

I looked towards a wall where I found a shelf of specimen jars, mostly old and dusty, but with one much newer addition. It was too clean and was labeled: #69. Male.

I deleted the footage, dashed my camera on the ground, and ran as fast as I could.

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I didn't know where I was. The last thing I remembered was a well lit office. I had signed up for a medical research position for extra cash.

Now I was laid out on a metal table. I was hooked up to several machines monitoring who knew what. I had an IV inserted in my left arm, but both my hands were held out to the side and shackled to the table. Same for my legs. Something had been shoved down my throat and my mouth was taped closed. I struggled, but couldn't free myself.

“Oh, you're awake. I guess Debbie was right about the dosage. Well, at least we can go ahead and get started.”

The voice came from an older looking woman with natural gray hair in a white lab coat. She grabbed a syringe from a nearby table and inserted it into the IV and pushed the plunger. Immediately I began to feel warm and fuzzy.

“I think three times the usual dose ought to be a good middle ground. Two is not high enough and four? Well let's just say he's still not having a good time.” She put on a pair of blue nitrile gloves. She let them snap on like a cartoon. “Let's get a good look at that cunt of yours, make sure we get you nice and ready for collection.”

She used two fingers to open me up. I felt myself grow hotter and wetter wherever she touched. I tried to pull away, but couldn't move an inch.

“I'd say you're pretty perfect for this. You have a lovely vagina, for a man. I think this will go rather well. We already set up your feeding tube while you were asleep, we just need to get the rest of the prep done before we start.”

She grabbed a tube off a nearby table. She lubricated it well in her hand and began to insert it into my urethra. I made a noise of complaint through the tape, but she ignored me. She attached it to something I couldn't see, but I could feel a strange pull from inside me.“It suctions any mess away so we don't need to worry about emptying anything. Much more conducive to our experiment here. I'm going to get your other end set up the same way.”

As promised she lubed a larger tube and inserted it into my anus. It stretched me a little and I felt her turn on the suction again. Against my will I felt my clit start to swell with the sensation.

“Good boy, that's what we like to see.” She stroked my t dick. I moaned.

“Now for the fun part. There's not enough research on boys like you. We know plenty about cis boys. We know plenty about cis girls. We want more information on how your body differs. So we're doing a bit of sampling, if you will. We need secretions. We need tissue. We need eggs. Why not kill two birds with one stone and do a bit of a stress test at the same time?”

I didn't like what she said, but my head was starting to get more clouded from the drug. It was getting harder to ignore my wet, dripping insides.

She smiled at me. She pulled down a machine hanging above us. It locked into place around my dripping cunt and fully covered me. She hit a switch and it suctioned to me. It had harder suction right over my engorged clit.

She pushed something in the back and a large cock slid inside me tip to base. I wanted to scream, but to my shock I came instead. The machine immediately sucked up the extra liquid.

“Fantastic, that's one down! Usually it takes about one hundred and thirty seven to fill a vial, so it's good to get a head start.”

She pulled a lever and the cock began to slide in and out of me in a consistent rhythm. It stretched me wide each time and my sensitive pussy didn't take long to be brought to the point of climax once more. It began vibrating after the second one. I shuddered.

“It’ll upgrade as you go. Think of it like a game. You’ll be here for a couple of days, maybe more depending on how you do. I’ll be watching through the cameras in the break room.” She stroked my hair. “Don't worry I'll probably get off a couple myself in the process. Toodle-oo!”

She left me in that small room, filled with tubes and wires, and being fucked like a cow being milked.

Over the next day I was fucked for hours until I passed out. I would sleep and then wake up to more fucking. Twice a day they would pump something into my stomach that would eventually be pumped out by the two other tubes. When meals came they would also refresh my aphrodisiac, making me cum even harder.

The cock grew bigger over time with more vibrations and bumps. They even sucked my t dick into its own tube where they vibrated, sucked, and massaged it. I lost track of the amount I came, but I know they changed the vial at least once.

I began to feel like this would be the rest of my life. I was nothing but a fucktoy, a cock sleeve for machines. Like the machine was part of me now, attached at my most delicate parts. I hate to admit how much I began to enjoy the thought.

Then, the cock stopped. It withdrew after an orgasm even more intense than the rest, one that almost sent me back to the darkness. I felt empty for the first time in days. I whined for it to be returned.

My clit was set free. The suction stopped, and the machine was lifted off of me.

“Well you look awful. I suppose several hundred orgasms will do that to you. I hope you're still intact enough for the next collection.”

She turned off the suction for my ass and bladder as well. The tube and catheter were removed. I tried to buck against her hand, I needed something, anything.

“No, you need rest. They'll be pissed if you can't do the egg donation tomorrow.”

She pushed another needle into my IV and I began to feel sleepy.

“There you go, when you wake up tomorrow you’ll be almost back to normal.” The last thing I saw was her light up a cigarette next to me in the small room.

[experimedical]

This is Part 2. Part 1 is here.

Over the next week he repeated the test on me three more times, giving me a day to rest between each one. He didn't seem satisfied with the results of any of them.

“So it seems we are going to have to make some changes, as it were. There is a ‘base model’ procedure, you could say, that we give to all of our test subjects. We have a connection with a company that is leading the industry in lab grown nerve cells. They're not exactly approved for human testing yet, but we happen to have a lot of experience with them already.

“Each patient gets extra nerve cells implanted in their most erogenous zones. Including in that little dick of yours there. I'm very excited to see how sensitive you are after. It will take a while to learn how to walk without cumming.”

So this was an operating room. They were planning on cutting me open and changing me to fit their specifications. And I still had no hope of escaping.

“Due to your volume results you’re receiving a bit of an additional upgrade. Your womb is not large enough for our use, so we'll be replacing it with a new one. I haven't been given the information on whether it will be lab grown or harvested, so I guess we'll find out the day of.

“The good news is you won't have to wait long. We've been approved to begin tomorrow morning! So there will be no eating tonight. We don't want to risk that handsome body of yours.”

I expected him to leave the room after the explanation, but instead he grabbed a marker from the cart next to him.

“Since there's no point in wasting time I figured I'd go ahead and mark the cuts we're going to make. Fully prepare you for the healing process.”

There was ice in my veins. I didn't want to know. I tried to protest, but all I could do was mumble against the gag.

“Of course there will be the main cut.” He dragged the marker horizontally right above my public bone. “Don't want it to stand out too much against your skin. Right here should be enough to pull in and out. We can also access several of the other spots with this one incision, which makes it easier.”

He then moved down and marked a space I could feel right above my clit.

“We’ll need to be closer for this one. I’m going to try to make it really special for you. All the boys will be jealous by the time I'm done.”

He sat up and marked around both of my nipples.

“We won't do much here, since there's already been some work, but you'll definitely be able to feel everything when we're done. And oh!”

He made a small mark near my anus.

“Almost forgot here. Don't want to neglect that beautiful prostate tissue.”

The man stroked across my pelvis like I was a painting he was especially proud of. My stomach churned like I was on death row.

The next morning they shoved an IV into my arm and injected something into me. It made my whole body numb. I couldn't move anything but my eyes, and I couldn't feel any touch on my skin. I kept waiting to fall asleep, but I never did.

I was still wide awake when the surgeon arrived. It was the same man who had been working on me before. He turned to look at my naked body and asked if I had been prepared. The nurses replied yes. I couldn't respond, only watch.

When the scalpel cut into my skin I felt nothing but a faint pleasant touch. I could see and smell the blood, but no pain. It was surreal to see a hand reach into my guts and begin disconnecting them. I could see my stomach distended as his arm moved in and out, cutting and removing tissue.

They pulled my uterus out in one piece. They put it in an ice chest to the side of them. I guessed there must have been something they still wanted from it.

I felt so empty. They had taken a piece of me, removed part of my being like a jigsaw puzzle.

Another chest sat beside them.

“I tried to argue for a lab grown organ since he's such a unique specimen, but I was refused. So we're working with a cow uterus, unfortunately. I guess they want him breeding the heavy stuff.”

A cow uterus? They were going to fill me with animal organs? I wanted desperately to run, to escape, but no part of me would listen.

They pulled a large fleshy mass from the box. It was at least twice as big as mine had been, I had no clue how it was going to fit. They seemed concerned as well.

“This wasn't the plan, but we may have to remove some intestines too. So much for my pretty incisions.”

They made another cut vertical across my stomach. I looked away and tried my best not to hear as I felt hands reach inside me once again, but there was no way to block out the sounds of the clamps and scissors going to work inside me. There was no way to avoid feeling the long, soft portion of bloody organ being pulled out of me. They poured it into a plastic bag beside me.

Now that space had been made they slowly pushed the new organ into place. I still felt my skin bulge with the size of it. When they sewed it into place and began reattaching and adding additional nerves I could feel them tingling and sparking as they connected.

I felt the same way as they sliced into all the other incision points and began adding the new nerve tissue. My body was almost on fire. Yet somehow I could still feel my hole moisten. Even with all my pain and fear I was already becoming exactly what they wanted me to be.

As they began to close up all the cuts they had made I had the realization that they had changed me irrevocably. I would never be the same again. These people had played with and changed my body for their own sick and twisted pleasure, and now I would forever be their toy. Their marks would always be on me.

[experimedical]

I couldn't see. I lay splayed out, my arms bound above my head and my legs held apart. There was something in my mouth keeping it open. I couldn't speak.

“I think we're far enough outside of town now. No one is going to be able to hear you even if you do scream.”

Soft hands untied the blindfold on my eyes. They belonged to a tall woman with long straight hair and glasses. She had on a white coat that was stained all across it. Some of it looked like blood.

I was laying in the trunk of a van. There was a strange array of instruments and buckets all around me. I heard movement in one of them.

She also removed the gag from my mouth, allowing me to speak.

“Who are you? Where am I? What are you doing to me?” I asked in quick succession. She smiled and laughed a bit.

“I'm a doctor. You're in a very remote spot inside of a national forest. And that depends on how well behaved you are.”

My veins ran cold.

“I did capture you with a specific purpose in mind. I suppose now is as good a time as any to see how good you'll be at serving it.”

She put on a pair of nitrile gloves and reached towards my slit.

“Wait, no, stop, don't touch me there!” I said.

“How else can I check your aptitude as a host?” She replied nonchalantly.

“Host? Host for what?!” My heart pounded.

“You'll see soon enough.”

Her fingers traced around the outside of my hole. I tried to move away, but she held down my pelvis with a surprising strength. Her other hand began to push inside as she used four fingers to push me open. Against my wishes I felt myself start to get wet and hot.

She pulled out and wiped her fingers on my stomach.

“Yes I think you'll do fine. I was worried about lubrication with a male subject, but you're a good specimen. See, every female test subject has failed. I'm hoping that a different ratio of hormones will breed success.” She giggled.

She picked up one of the instruments to her right. It was a speculum. She placed it at the entrance of my pussy.

“No, stop, don't-!” She pushed it inside me anyway. Without hesitation she began to open me wider and wider. She stretched it until it was just painful enough to stand.

“There we go, a nice open hole to work with.” She sounded as casual as if she was gardening. “Though I guess I rushed in without doing the prep work.”

She picked up a kit to her left. Inside was a syringe. She started to clean a spot right above my womb.

“What are you-” She didn't answer me, she simply inserted the needle into my stomach and pushed the plunger down. I screamed in surprise and pain. A warm sensation began to spread from the area.

“Just a bit of an aphrodisiac to help the process. It will make it easier on both of us.”

She reached into the bucket and I finally got to see what was making the noise. It was a strange kind of slug I had never seen before. It seemed to cling onto her hand where it was wet.

“This is an interesting little creature. Still unknown to science, but I discovered it in a small cave off the coast of Florida. It's parasitic. It only procreates in the human female reproductive system. I haven't been successful in breeding them in captivity yet. I believe that they normally infect a wide population and most of them die before successfully laying eggs. Casting a wide net as it were. But that makes it hard with a limited quantity. If I keep a more consistent environment for them they may be more successful. Thus a host without a monthly cycle is perfect.”

“Please don't-”

Before I could finish she had pushed her hand back inside my slit, parasite and all. I yelled as I felt her guide it to my cervix. The cold, slimy thing started to move slowly but surely inside it. I shuddered as I struggled against my cuffs and cried.

“Good, that one should open it up enough for the rest.”

“The rest?!”

She grabbed a handful of the large creatures and pushed them into my vagina. Each one quickly crawled off her hand and towards my innermost parts. She continued with handful after handful until I could see my stomach start to bulge. I could feel them writhing around inside me. I wanted to be disgusted but with the aphrodisiac working in my body it felt good. They stretched me out in ways I had never been before. I couldn't help but moan at the sensation. She pulled out the speculum now that I was full.

“I bet that feels amazing,” She said, “Feeling them move and squirm around in the deepest parts of you. Nothing will ever be this deep in you again. They're going to breed in there. You have a whole orgy inside you right now.”

I moaned again as they began to squirm faster.

“Once they're fertilized they’ll start to crawl up your tubes. The females are the smallest ones, so they can reach. Usually they need a little sustenance before they lay their eggs. They may clear out some of your own to make room, I hope you don't mind.”

“They're going to eat my insides?” I managed to cry out.

“Only a little bit, surely you can share. I mean they're sharing with you, right?”

At that moment I felt them start to travel upward. As they squeezed their bodies into my tubes I was struck by a mingling of pleasure and pain. The further they got the more it bloomed inside me until I erupted into orgasm.She stroked my stomach.

“There's a good boy. You should enjoy it. You're about to be a home for so many new babies.”

I moaned again. The parasites found their way to my eggs. I felt an even sharper pain as they began to invade them. Mouths carved at my innermost parts. I was being devoured by something that was eating me from the inside out. I screamed before I orgasmed once more.

“You're doing so well! This was the part where the other subjects failed. You should be proud of yourself for making it this far! The rest couldn't stand the pain.”

I felt something being pushed into the spots that hurt worst. They were laying their eggs where mine used to be. I couldn't imagine anything more violating.

Then they departed, moving back through my tubes to their partners waiting in my womb. Then in an unexpected gush of liquid I was suddenly empty in a moment. I orgasmed again with the force of the exit.

“After they breed they spontaneously disperse. That way their bodies don't block the entrance and they provide nutrients to their young. They already digested your eggs for them.”

I was shaking from the pain and pleasure.

“Now we just have to hope they make it the full five week gestation period or else all of this will be for nothing.”

“Five weeks?! I have to stay like this for five weeks?!” I yelled. “No, I can't do it, get them out of me! Get it out of me now!”

“The only way to remove them now would be to cut out the whole organ. I am always happy to study a new procedure, but are you sure that's what you want?”

She sounded serious, and maybe even a little eager. I did not want this woman playing around with my insides anymore than she already had.

“No, no I'll do it. No need.”

“I thought that might be the case.”

I lay there, a strange parasite gestating in my organs, and a madwoman smiling in front of me. I was not looking forward to what was to come, but I knew one thing thoroughly and completely: there was nothing I could do to stop it.

[experimedical]

My arms were cuffed to the top of the medical table I lay on. My legs were spread open in the stirrups I had been strapped into. My mouth was held open by a gag. I struggled but wasn't able to free myself.

A man who was not dressed as a doctor was washing his hands at the sink in the corner of the room. He was handsome with long black hair and a white shirt tucked into his belted pants. As he dried himself he looked at me and smiled.

“Oh good. I was just about to start, but it's nowhere near as fun when you're quiet.”

The calm voice was so full of excitement it made me shiver. The man pulled on a set of nitrile gloves and moved closer to me, setting himself right between my legs.

I was so exposed. My pussy lips were open for anyone to see, and this man looked over my entire body as if he was taking measurements. I couldn't help myself and I felt the moisture start to well up inside me.

“Oh, are we excited? Good boy, that will make this a lot easier.”

I grew wetter. He ran his hand across my slit, spreading my juices across the entrance. His hands were warm from the water. Then he pushed a finger inside of me. Then a second one. I whined as he used both of them to rub the swollen, fleshy spot at the top of my insides. As he did he took notes with his other hand.

“Reacts well to stimuli.” He muttered to himself. Then, he casually slipped another finger into my hole. I wanted to pull away or buck against his hand, but there was nothing I could do except lay still and shudder. He seemed to be recording my reactions on the checklist next to him.

Then he had four fingers in and I knew what was coming next. As the last part of his fist made its way into me I whined louder and louder against the gag in my mouth, but to no avail. He had his entire hand firmly inside me. I was stretched so wide I thought I might break.

With a practiced movement he began to move it up and down inside me, fucking me with his hand. It felt like he was pushing and pulling my entire organ with him. I thought I must be bleeding, breaking apart at the seams, and yet I was wracked by a wave of pleasure. It was painful, but after only a few minutes I came.

I heard the pencil scratching on the paper beside me as I lay there in rapturous agony.

His hand was still inside me. I had expected him to remove it once I began spasming, but it was like he was feeling the way my muscles convulsed. Then I felt his fingers moving upwards and I screamed against the gag.

“No no no, we can't have that.” He placed a hand on my throat. For a moment I couldn't breath as he delved ever deeper inside me. A finger pushed upwards into my cervix, lodging itself firmly inside. Another wave of intermingled pain and pleasure lapped across me as I started to get lightheaded. He let go of my neck and I gasped in air. I did not scream again.

“There we go, that's a good boy. Whine, gasp, or moan all you want, but no screaming. It hurts my ears.”

I wanted to hurt the man's ears as much as he was violating me right now, but who knew what he would do next if I disobeyed. I moaned lowly instead as his middle finger wiggled in the tight space, widening it. Slowly he shoved it in and out, as I could feel my muscles begin to contract once more. I came again as he pushed his fist in further, his finger reaching almost into my womb. I felt very close to blacking out.

“Ah, that's the stretch we're looking for. You'll be a very good subject for me. Let me just get the implant ready.”

In a swift motion he pulled completely out of me leaving me empty. I could see blood streaked across his glove. He grabbed a small black circle off a nearby table and set it at the top of his middle finger. Then, with the object set, he pushed his hand back inside. My cervix was still stretched from his earlier entry and he was able to go right inside this time. I had to bite my tongue to keep from screaming.

This time it felt like he made it all the way to the deepest part of me. I felt a sharp pain in a place I never had before, and then an unfamiliar warmth spreading through me. Then he pulled out again, leaving a wire dangling out of me.

“The hardest part is over now. You took your first implant very well. I'm sure it feels weird now, but you'll get used to it very soon. Or, at least you won't have much time to think about it. Now for the easier ones.”

There were three more black circles on the table. He took one and pushed it against my g spot. I heard a click and felt another sharp pain like before. He had clipped the device into the pad there.

He rubbed his fingers around like he was trying to get them wet and then gently began to probe into my asshole. I was helpless as he opened me further and then pushed another implant into my ass. It latched into the tissue on the inner wall beside my vagina.

Finally he picked up the last one. With his other hand he stroked my clit as it grew more and more engorged. I knew what was coming and I didn't want it, but the sensation was too much. I felt myself getting more and more erect until he sunk the implant into the head of my t dick. My back arched as I tried to hold my screaming in. Multiple black wires brushed against my skin.

“There you are, all done and ready for the next step. I'm so excited to play more with my new toy.”

He took his gloves off and caressed my face. Then he left me alone as a bleeding, shaking, wet mess oozing onto the table and completely open to the cold air.

[experimedical]

When I awake, I cannot move. I am splayed out, my arms and legs stretched as far as they can go and then pinned down by metal cuffs. I am naked, my skin exposed to the cold air and my slit open. My mouth is gagged. I struggle against the bounds, but there's no use. The cold metal beneath me doesn't budge at all with my efforts.

“Oh good, you're awake.” A man dressed in a white coat speaks. His voice is soft.“I was beginning to think we would need to delay our schedule.”

I think I may be in an operating room. I've never seen one, but the walls are covered in strange machines and sharp tools. I lie on a metal table at the center of the room with a bright light above me. In the corners of the room are cameras, recording from every angle. My face must betray my panic because he speaks again.

“Don't worry, handsome, we're not doing any cutting today. We have to get to know you first. How else will we know what needs improvement? We're just going to start with the initial limit tests.”

He pulls a speculum off the wall. I struggle harder even though I know it's useless. The cold metal pushes against my lips and into my hole. He opens it until it begins to hurt. Through my teary eyes I see him taking notes on the measurement.

“This is going to pinch. Try not to move though. Not that you have much room.”

He takes a length of tubing with a rounded end. He pushes it through the speculum and I feel him start to push it up against my cervix. I want to scream and pull away, but I listen to him and stay as still as possible as it moves very slowly into my deepest parts. He is so gentle as he violates me completely.

When it pushes all the way through I hear him pump something and it swells up tighter inside me, completely blocking any exit. Somehow it feels painful and pleasurable. I've never had something so far inside me before. I feel ashamed to even think that.

“Good boy. You took that very well.” He rubs my stomach right over the intrusion. It sends an unexpected thrill down my spine.

He releases the speculum leaving the tube inserted. A bag of fluid on a stand is brought closer. It looks like it holds more than a gallon. He attaches the tube to one dangling from the bag.

“We're going to measure volume with this. I've added an aphrodisiac to make it a little more fun for you. It does mean we'll have to let it sit for a while, but I think you'll be able to take it just fine.”

He releases a stopper on the bag and I immediately start to feel cool liquid running down through my cervix and into my womb. I convulse against the strange feeling. My insides start to tingle.

It keeps coming, so slowly but so steadily. Soon I feel myself start to swell. My stomach bulges and I'm stretched tight until it hurts. I start to fear that my insides will burst open.

A gloved hand massages the outside of my stomach, cradling the bulging organ within. I feel it slosh beneath his touch and it feels like I'm full of fire.“Hmmm, it seems we’ll have to work on volume. Rather underwhelming results. We'll try a few more stretches to see if we can make improvements, and if not we'll look at finding you a replacement.”

I wasn't sure if he meant replacing me or the organ. He poked and prodded more as he spoke.

“Still, I'm sure this treatment today certainly won't hurt. Have to let your medicine absorb anyway.”

He looked up at my face, and caressed my cheek.

“How does it feel, my pet?”

I still couldn't answer, but my eyes were filled with even more tears. That was enough for him.

“Pain is good, my dear boy. It means you're improving. You'll be perfect by the time I'm done with you.”

He said such a terrifying thing with such kindness.

As I laid there full almost to the point of bursting I began to feel a different kind of pressure. A much more familiar one. My muscles began to contract and the tightness grew even worse. My stomach felt so warm despite my limbs shaking from cold. I tried to will my body to make it stop, but it was too strong.

I orgasmed.

“Oh good, it looks like it's begun to take effect. I've never seen it work so well so quickly. You really are an excellent specimen all things considered. Everything else we can fix.”

I didn't like his words, but I did like when he began to disconnect the fluid signaling my pain was at its close. I closed my eyes until I heard the snap of the tubing disconnecting and I felt the pressure in my body subside. There must have been a drain on the floor because he let it flow straight down the tube and onto the tile.

The pressure lessened even more as I felt the catheter in my cervix get smaller. But as he pulled it out my body betrayed me yet again. I orgasmed even harder at my now empty organ.

“Good boy! That's two in quick succession. Can we make it a third, though?”

I barely registered his words as I panted in relief. That feeling ended when I felt him touch my engorged clit.He pulled and stretched it to its full length. He squeezed as he pulled and it sent me spiraling into further pleasure. He moved faster and faster, fully jerking me off until I came a third time, soaking his hand.

“I'm going to have so much fun playing with you.” He said. He pushed his wet, gloved fingers into my tight hole. He started with only two. They hooked inside and pushed up against the swollen, fleshy spot on the top. My back arched against the table and he smiled.

He pushed a third finger in, and then a fourth. Almost his whole hand pressed against that delicate place on my insides.

Finally came the thumb. He pushed his entire fist into my hole. He clenched and unclenched, stretching me even further. Then he balled up his hand and pulled, like he was knotted inside me. My muscles tensed around him, squeezing, convulsing, and I came one more time.

He removed his arm from my cunt and wiped it on my stomach. He left some slight smears of blood across my skin. I felt a string of drool dribble down my face. He smiled again at his handiwork.

“I think you've earned some rest. I don't want to break you on our first day together. Although I'm sure you'll be begging for attention the next time I see you.”

He may have said something else, but I could barely hear. I don't know if it was the pleasure, the shock, or some combination of the two, but with that last orgasm I started fading into darkness. I was taken into the sweet, forgiving arms of sleep.