You were new in town and unemployed. Your roommate who worked at the hospital invited you to a medfet costume party at the health centre in the hospital. She said they were recruiting. So you signed up to check things out, if nothing to make some friends.
Both of you arrived as the kinky nurses in latex uniform complete with an apron. There were many others with fetish outfits with their medical props, the speculum and giant syringes being favourites.
You noticed someone who stood out in normal wear except for his bottle labelled âChloroform" in bold and a thick stack of gauze which he held in his gloved hands, presumably playing the pervert looking for his next victim.
As the party went on, people would have a good laugh as the pervert went around âchloroformingâ the unsuspecting guests. They would pretend to get knocked out before standing up after that while some would go further to fake, or not, their arousal. Some even went so far as to be carried away in gurneys! You imagined what kinky stuff they did in the backroom... they never returned to the party.
The pervert eyeballed you a couple of times during the evening but you averted his gaze and went on chatting with the other guests. You werenât particularly interested in him or whatever surprises there were after.
You were introduced to another guest dressed in tight scrubs who apparently worked as a âRecruiterâ for the hospital. Your roommate then excused herself as she needed to attend to something and disappeared into the crowd.
On the pretext of the loud music, the Recruiter brought you to a quiet corner at the back of the room. She started asking about you and got interested when she heard you were new in town and looking for a job. She offered to fetch you a drink and came back with two cups. She continued to chat you up. Then she said she had a job for you and asked that you quickly finished your drink, which you did. Â You saw her signalling to someone. You were getting high and was wondering what they put in the drink as you started hearing a slight ringing in your ear that caused you to lose you balance.
You saw the pervert coming towards the two of you and instinctively wanted to avoid him. But your actions were becoming sluggish and the Recruiter held you back. The pervert jumped on the opportunity and covered your face with the gauze.
To your surprise, you detected a strong chemical smell in the gauze. You realised that this could be the real deal! You started to struggle more forcefully but the man was strong and the drink was getting to you. You tried to scream but was muffled by the gauze and the music. You tried to kick and struggle but the pervert held you tight. With the heavy breathing from the exertions coupled with the dubious drink, the gas went straight to your head and you felt your limbs becoming weak and heavy. Your world started to spin and careening out of control.
The other guests thought you were putting up a good show and the joke was getting stale. So they continued with the party.
Your legs buckled and the party slowly faded away as you started losing consciousness. Next thing you knew, you were on the floor and being moved onto a gurney by the recruiter and a nurse in scrubs. It looked like a deja vu and you recalled that a couple other guests who were âchloroformed" were also transported out this way. You tried to stopped them but you couldnât speak coherently. Your flailing arms were quickly held down by the nurse and the recruiter and strapped down.
You were strapped into the gurney and transported through a side exit. The sound of the party went silent once the door was closed. You were in a dimly lit stairwell.
The nurse took a loaded syringe from an awaiting trolley and injected the content into your arm. You realised that it was all a trap but it was too late. You tried to protest but the straps held you down and the pervert covered your mouth with his soaked gauze, muffling you. It didn't take long, with the chloroform, the drink and the injected drug, for the effects to hit home. The trio watched as your eyes lost focus and your fight melted away.
âWow! Recruit number 3!â said the nurse gleefully.
âWe should be able to get a couple more. We are short of healthy surrogates,â said the recruiter as she and the pervert casually went back to the party.
The nurse caressed your face with her gloved hands and looked into your lost and pleading eyes.
âLet's get you admitted now,â she said.
You were fighting to stay awake but your vision was getting darker. From the trolley, she took a hospital ID strap and secured it to your wrist. Then she tucked your hair into a bouffant cap and covered you with a blanket, hiding your costume. Satisfied, she pushed you through another door and you were in a brightly lit hospital corridor!
You struggled to keep your eyes open but it only made the spinning worse. You were transported deeper into the institute through a labyrinth of corridors. You were drifting in and out of consciousness. The drugs made you weak and unable to concentrate.
The next thing you know, you were in some kind of preparatory room. Nurses were manoeuvring you out of your costume. Â You were given a hospital gown which they didnât bother tying. They strapped you to the table and removed your panties. Then lifted your legs and strapped onto the stirrups.
Blood rushed from your legs to your head and your world spun like a violent hangover. You closed your eyes, and leaned hard into the table, afraid that you would fall off.
Things started happening around you, too quick for your sluggish brain. They started lathering and shaving your pubic area.
Another started a cannula on the back of your hand. You wanted to ask why, to ask them to stop, but you were too giddy to speak.
The restraints bound you tightly to the table and the muscle relaxants made it impossible for you to move your limbs. There was little you could do.
You drifted in and out of consciousness. You did not know what else was done to you. It felt like a dream. Just disjointed moments that didnât flow. You werenât sure if they happened. You recalled someone holding your chin and turning your face while saying how pretty you were.
You remembered feeling stretched as the speculum penetrated you. There was a point someone was running a transducer over your groin and said that your ovaries were healthy.
You regained consciousness as you were being from the table back to the gurney. You heard someone said the OR was ready. Then you started moving again. Â
You wanted them to stop but no one responded to you. It was a short journey and when you finally stopped, you found yourself in an operating room with people in surgical scrubs making various preparations. The operating table under the intense surgical lights stood in stark contrast to the rest of the operating room. The gleaming stirrups sent a shiver down your spine.
You started to panic when the nurses converged towards you. Hands grabbed you under your neck, waist and feet and hoisted you onto the operating table. You were now under the spotlight of the room.
The drugs were wearing off. Your head was clearing and you were able to move your limbs although they still felt very leaden. The nurses were fast in grabbing your hands. You tried to struggle but they were soon tightly bound to the boards spreading you like you were on a cross.
Then more hands grabbed your ankles. You tried to kick them away but you were still weak. They hugged your legs and with their body weight forced them down onto the awaiting stirrups.
And then with leather restraints, they bound you at the ankles and your thighs, spreading you to the limits in a lithotomy position.
They then draped you with sterile sheets covering your legs but leaving you exposed between your thighs.
They lifted up your hospital gown to your neck revealing your chest and affixed electrodes to monitor your vitals. You were then hooked up to the tower of electronic equipment and your heart beats were translated to rhythmic beeps that started to fill the room. Your heart was clearly racing.
Your head was clearing. You became more aware of your surroundings. You were regaining your strength but it only served to demonstrate how tightly bound you were. You tried to shout for attention as you begged them to let you go, but your voice was hoarse and garbled.
But no one paid you any attention. They went about hooking you up to the tower of machines and starting the IV. They were rolling trays of instruments near your feet which you couldnât see. You could only hear the beeping of your heart from the machines and the sound of screeching wheels of the trolley and the squeaks of rubber soles on linoleum floor.
You whimpered when you saw the loaded syringes being placed by your head near the cannula. You knew they were for you. And then the laryngeal mask was placed on the other side as a gas mask hung over your head. You were sobbing in fear at this point and a nurse came over and finally acknowledged you.
The nurse looked familiar behind the mask and the surgical cap.
âDonât worry, Dear. We will take good care of you.â You recognised that voice, it was your roommate!
âPlease, let me go. You have made a mistake. I didnât sign up for this.â You pleaded desperately.
âShhh.... you will be fine. Don't excite yourself.â She said as she tidied your hair, smoothening the fringe away from your sweaty forehead as if comforting you.
But you were beyond consolation and asked what was going to happen to you.
âRemember you said you like hospitals and you were looking for a job? Well, we have the job for you!â
âBut what are you going to do to me?â You asked.
âWe are going to prepare you for your job?â
âPrepare? What job are you talking about?!â
âA surrogate for our Breeders Program,â she said with a sense of pride.
âBreeders Program? Surrogate? You... you... are going to... impregnate me!?â
âYes Dear. Your ovaries and your womb will be doing the heavy lifting. There is very little you need to do apart from letting the baby grow in you.â
The thought of it terrified you. You screamed with all your might, âNooooo!!â
âShhh...â she said as she cupped your face between her hands and came real close to your face. âFirst we will need to install some interface plugs on your body. It will allow us to connect you to the processing machine. We will feed and nourish you and the foetus as well as drain your bodily wastes through the tubes. You will be intubated and kept in suspended animation throughout the pregnancy to optimise the baby's growth. You will be brought out of your induced coma at full term for the delivery.
âNo, no, please donât!â the thought of being put under and waking up pregnant and in labour scared you till death.
âNo, please, let me go. I didnât sign up for this. Let me go now! Please!â You were delirious at this point, kicking against the restraints and screaming.
She cupped your face tighter between her gloved hands, crushing your cheeks.
 âShhhhh....âshe said as she looked into your eyes. âThere is nothing to worry. Just relax.â
As you gave up screaming and tried to think of a way out, she started wrapping a sterile cloth over your hair and secured it in place. Then she lifted your head and placed a ringed headrest under your head. Then she tilted your head back with her hand under your chin. You tried to shake your head but she held you tighter. You could no longer move your head and staring straight into her bosoms.
âNo, please.... please donât....noo....â, you were now sobbing uncontrollably.
She sat down on the stool and looked straight into your eyes as she picked up the gas mask. You could detect a glint of predatory satisfaction. âShhhh.... letâs get started. We will do this slowly....â
You were struggling desperately now. You tried to kick and move you body but the restraints held your legs and arms down. Only your shoulders and buttocks lifted barely an inch off the table.
You could tell she was smiling as she cupped the mask over your face, muffling your screams.
âNoo.... nnn...mmmff" You closed your mouth and held your breath as gas hissed into the mask.
But it was futile. You felt someone grip your hand and a burning liquid flowed into your vein through the cannula.
A warmth started to spread over your chest and throughout your body. Your brain buzzed and started to cloud as you started floating and then sank onto the operating table. Your roommate squeezed the breathing bag and the gas was forced into your lungs. There was no chance of resistance as the drugs hit you one after another. You gave up fighting and started to imagine all kinds of things being done to you. You could feel your roommate caressing your cheek. It felt good and distracted you from reality. There was no more fight left in you. Your world started to shrink and the caresses were your last sensations before you were sucked into darkness...
You have been recruited and your transformation can now begin.
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