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Born to float ominously in a tube of green goo in a mad scientist's lab hooked up to all sorts of wires and tubes of indeterminate purpose forced to submit job applications through indeed
Excuse me, doctor...
Can you explain more how you turn bratty defiant patients into docile cooperating ones?
Sure! Chemical and Physical restraints are a big part of that process. I’ve found that most patients just need to understand that they have no say in their care once they walk in my door. The only thing they can control is their behavior; thus deciding how pleasant of a stay they have. While I do love a well behaved plaint patient there is something exhilarating about having a bratty, defiant patient to break. And it is so rewarding to watch a patient go from needing a muzzle to eating pills out of my gloved hand.
While every patient is different and requires individualized care here’s a basic treatment plan for an aggressive patient:
Physical restraints 24/7 unless chemically restrained. Some cases require both together to not hurt themselves trashing about attempting to get out of their restraints.
I continue providing compassionate care, they have to realize that while they have no chance of evading their treatment it’s because I am doing what is best for them. You need this. It’s normal for patients to fight back the first couple days of their admission so I don’t take it personally. Within a week of confinement most patients can be granted some smaller freedoms, such as having their upper body unrestrained for leisure time between treatments, although I do have one long term patient who still has not earned that privilege so it just depends on the patient themselves.
Another thing I find helpful is sensory enhancements to necessary treatments and procedures, an example I’ve discussed before is the preparing of tools in an ice bath before insertion. Another common one is diluting a small amount of something like tiger balm or bio freeze in the lubricant for a gyn procedure. If a patient is having trouble grasping that I am the one in control these small additions of corrective sensory input such as these seem to work well in hammering in their position under me.
Once a patient realizes they are not going to be successful in an escape and that the treatment they receive is much kinder and gentler when they obey, they tend to calm down and accept their position as a patient in my care.
Hey so I know you’re my subject who I am unethically experimenting on but do you think I’m doing a good job at being an evil scientist ? I just worry, y’know, ,, :(
Can we get some trans women pussy appreciation? I see so many posts about girldick but not enough about tgirlpussy
no youre literally SO right we love and respect neo pussy in this household and honestly it feels insane how rarely ppl talk abt neo pussy especially in forcefemme when the genital swap is a staple of the genre but like it fully has to do with the cost of the thing ultimately i feel and how hard it can be to find someone who will do it that the community has good reviews for
all that to say we need more people willing and able to perfom vaginoplasty who can get around the insurance companies and for that reason,,,,,,,, i will become the neo pussy vigilante!!! you will go to sleep one night unsuspecting and then bam!!! neo pussy!!!
and if you ask nicely i WILL perform freak mad science sexperiments on your new neo pussy add a g spot to that neo pussy??? done but why just one when you could have several!!! and ill trick it out so your cowpers fluid is now a strong powerful aphrodisiac that makes people very suggestible and just for fun!!! ill connect nerves from your clit to random nerve pathways across the rest of your body!!! did someone just tap you on the shoulder??? that sensation goes straight to your clit
The inherent eroticism of a mad scientist and her favorite test subject
these restrictions are really getting out of hand. Every single invention i've submitted to the mad scientist symposium this year has been denied on the grounds it 'could be used for fetish material'! What the fuck man! A shrink ray and a mind control helmet are like the most foundational mad scientist devices and now I'm not allowed to submit them to the symposium on the off chance someone is turned on by them? Whats next? Banning strapping your rival to a table and threatening them with a big laser? Banning the glowing green mystery chemical that turns you into a big monster? Soon they're gonna be banning lab coats and shiny black gloves!
I really like the idea of a mad scientist who performs deeply unethical procedures on a test subject (with dubious consent) but who gives the subject comfort and a bit of autonomy not because they feel bad, but because they know the subject needs it. A mad scientist who lets the subject keep a stuffed animal or other comfort item, who lets the subject pick out different patterns or colors for gowns and caps, who keeps the subject awake during operations but lets the subject pick out music to listen to through it all.
They’re a mad scientist, not a monster.
The anesthesia should keep you unconscious for the entire procedure, but there's a chance you'll wake up before I'm finished, and if that happens...well...that's what the restraints are for darling
-Dr. Mortè
The first sense that come to you is sound. As you become aware the soft sounds lulling you into a peaceful bliss, as if the sound of wheels over tile floor was the calm of ocean waves. With time the sound develops more clarity, the clanks of the moment of the gurney feeling sharper. You can hear people speaking, although still unaware of how many or what they are saying. Not bothered to try to decipher any of it. You could feel you were moving, the gurney slowing or rounding corners here and there. It seems your mind is beginning to come back to you at the same time as your sight does. As you squint to open your eyes you’re greeted by the aggressive brightness of fluorescent lights flashing above as you pass beneath them. You resort to closing your eyes again but the damage is already done.
“Subject 42 has awoken.” Someone announces as you feel a hand briefly squeeze your shoulder reassuringly. You can feel the glove sticking slightly to your clammy skin as it pulls away. This is when you realize your lack of a shirt, or gown. With what feels like extraordinary effort you open your eyes again and manage to tilt your head slightly to look each way. You can see at least four or five people surrounding you, walking your gurney down a long corridor before the gloved hands of someone at the head of the bed firmly moves your head back to center, shining a light in each eye. It’s hard to gather your thoughts but you think back, can you remember being in any accident? I must be in the hospital obviously, you think. You become aware of the rising beeping of what you can only assume is a heart rate monitor. The hands above you lightly tapping one of your cheeks trying to rouse your full attention. “Take some deep breaths for me. We are almost there.” At this point you finally find the focus to make eye contact with the stranger above you, whose face was mostly obscured by a surgical mask. You do your best to suck in a shakey breath as you burst through a set of double doors. Before you can comprehend what’s happening you’re being lifted and positioned on an operating table by 4 or so masked figures in scrubs. Each arm is stretched out and secured in place before you can begin to think of resisting, the table moves some, and your legs are secured too, albeit in a much more compromising position. Looking down you see your naked body, adorned by a multitude of wires and sensors across your chest and abdomen, you’re not normally shaved bare like this either. You feel movement on one side and look to the left where you see someone pulsing a large syringe into an IV port already in place.
You don’t get to watch for long before your head is being tilted up and back as a mask comes down over your mouth and nose, held firmly in place by strong hands. “You need to calm down, 42, you’ve been through this before. Slow deep breaths. Just let the medicine do its job.” The man spoke in a reassuring tone but nothing he said did anything to ease your rising panic, if anything he added to it. But you didn’t have long to let your thoughts snowball, forseeing your panic the anesthetist had already begun squeezing the rebreather bag, slowly and steadily filling you with whatever plasticly smelling gas was coming through the mask. Just a couple breaths in you’re feeling light and detached. You’re still confused, sure, but no longer feeling the rush to act. You are just a passive passenger in your body, you didn’t know what the many hands touching you were doing but it was none of your concern. You were just along for the ride.
You lost your sense of time long before gaining consciousness in the hallway, unsure and unbothered by how long you’d been breathing in the sweet gas, until now you’re feeling something new, the heavy detached feeling had transformed into something different, you felt very present. Hyper aware of every sensation. You could feel the pull of the sticky pads on your chest and stomach, the wires brushing against your skin with each breath. The air felt so much colder against your exposed genitals, was that wetness?…Oh god, what is that heat building! A groan escapes your lips that I’m not even sure you were aware of as you try to arch your back and wither in your restraints, unable to get far. It all builds so fast! You had no knowledge of how desperately you needed to be touched until you felt the researcher’s gloved hand graze your labia, causing a visible shudder. You started to wonder again what was happening but before your thoughts could progress you were seeing stars…
The lead researcher, sat between your legs fully inserted two fingers into your aching hole. Clenching down, back arching, a moan more animal than human erupted from behind the mask held to your face. You try to comprehend the white hot sensation stemming from your groin as the fingers curl to massage your G-spot momentarily before withdrawing. Leaving you with an aching need you’ve never known before. “Yup, the subject is ready to proceed”
I really like doing injections for my partners because i just take pills so it's like i get a special unbalanced stabbing privilege and also I am universally imagining myself in a lab coat for them and i have various scenarios i play out in my head for them like i especially like imagining that i'm the handler for some sort of combat doll adjacent weapon thing and the injections are a special chemical that they'll die without so they're reliant on me forever and there's resentment about it but the physical and emotional dependence also makes me a maternal figure. I'm usually imagining myself like milfed up in these so i look really good in the lab coat.
love when a character is a scientist and their speciality is science and they do science in a science lab. no specifics no clear goals no clue where their funding comes from. dont even worry about it. science.
Bitch thought me wanting to explore her body meant getting freaky 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
Bitch you getting OPERATED on 🤭🤗☺️🤗🤭
Called game FREAK for a reason
Cool shoes, can you kic me in the moufth,.. ouhghh
I’m not celebrating VALENTINES day, I’m celebrating VILLAINTINES day. I’m doing nefarious deeds. scheming and plotting. singing my dramatic solo number surrounded by green and purple mists. while you’re on your little date, I’m putting my diabolical plans in motion. oh, you’re proposing? I’m stealing The Diadem
