A dark vision of a bright room

At first, everything was dark. I couldn't move, couldn't speak, didn't know where I was... Hell, even who I was, for a few seconds (though it felt like an eternity). I wasn't panicking, though: despite the darkness and the immobility, I felt completely relaxed.

Then my impossibly-heavy eyelids opened, just a crack--But that was enough to let in a torrent of light and noise.

My blurry, eyelash-framed vision told me that I was lying naked on a table in the center of a large room, lit from above by both ceiling lights and portable lamps. There was a variety of other equipment scattered around, too, and a man was messing with one of the machines...

That's... Adrian, my sluggish brain reported. That woman is Adora... We just met, they were nurses... And that's Dr. Gauden. This is... An operating room... Ah.

The droning cacophany started to resolve itself into intelligible voices.

"That should do it," Adrian said, stepping back from the machine. "You're supposed to turn it down a bunch once they're already asleep, right? So it doesn't kill 'em?"

"Yeah, that sounds right," Dr. Gauden chuckled. "They're so fragile."

"Why don't we just incant him to sleep? Seems easier," Adora piped up. She was standing at my feet, and I could just barely feel her casually drumming her fingers on my ankle.

"I can't spare your mana," the doctor said. He was doing something with his hands, as he stood just off to the side... Something that cast a sinister, shifting shadow on the wall. "I'll need both of you to help me stabilize the polymorph. No cronenberging today... Boss's orders."

"Gotcha," Adora replied, still tapping out a beat on my leg. "Works for me. I like 'em pretty."

"Sounds like it'll take a while, though," Adrian said. "Should we post a lookout?"

"You didn't hear? We got the whole clinic," Dr. Gauden said proudly. "Reinforcements filled the last couple heads this morning--Improbio and Voluptus, I think. Love those guys."

"Nice! Dream team... But also, like, so many guys, just for one human! 'Lil Cumdump here must've done something bad--Or maybe the practitioner's just real vindictive. When's the last time you saw a diabolist fuck with someone this bad?"

"Late 1800s," Dr. Gauden replied, without missing a beat.

"That's the century with the knights and castles and stuff, right?"

"Nah, the one with the cowboys. One of them got lynched for being gay... Humans were savages back then, even more than now. But woops, turns out his mom's a practitioner," he chuckled. "Pow, whole town turned into a fucked-up orgy faster than you can say GRFLÆÐRGHTHÖN."

Adora cleared her throat--A sound not unlike the incomprehensible "word" that Dr. Gauden had just spat out. "We gonna start soon? I have a thing."

"What kind of 'thing' could you possibly have? Our job is to staff the whole damn clinic for one patient," Adrian snapped, poking me in the ribs. I felt the pressure, but no pain. "Got somewhere better to be?"

"Nah, she's right," Dr. Gauden said, stepping closer. Between his hands was a vibrating ball of impossibly-dark-yet-brightly-glowing-and-sorta-purple plasma-ish stuff. Not exactly a comforting sight...

...But even more disquieting was his shadow--And those of his colleagues. As they stood there, watching the doctor conjure up his weird pulsating orb, I saw their silhouettes against the wall. They weren't huge or looming or anything... In fact, they seemed too small. Little twitchy vicious shapes, like a trio of humanoid piranhas or evil lizard-monkeys.

Then one of them spoke, through its human mouth: "Let's get started."

I was still afloat in a sea of pure relaxation, but my thoughts raced anyway. So, I'm awake... Not supposed to be... And these THINGS are going to change my body. That's not good, I don't want that. What can I do about it?

Nothing, as it turns out. I could do nothing... And after that, things got weird. Well, weird-er.

My memory of that time is pretty hazy, but I know that they started with my head. The doctor's hands were on my face, that energy poured into me, and I felt my lips swell--Not an unpleasant feeling, exactly, just a tingle followed by some pressure. But the end result was a set of plump, feminine lips, and that... Well, that annoyed me.

All this crazy magic bullshit, just for some lip fillers? Also, WHAT THE FUCK ACE? Oh, and fucking MOM? You really okayed this?

As they moved downward, they were no longer working on the surface of my body. All three of the mysterious "medical professionals" had their hands on my bare torso... Rubbing, stroking... Massaging that dark goop deep into my skin. Then their fingers slipped inside me, and I felt them massaging my stomach--Not my tummy, mind you, but my actual stomach.

They soon finished with whatever dark task they had to accomplish there, and it was on to... My rear end. As they flipped me over, I heard a titter of laughter.

"We've got work to do," Adora said.

"I mean, I dunno--I kinda like his 'lil butt," Adrian replied, spanking me a couple times before grabbing a handful of my rear.

"It's not exactly up for debate, guys," Dr. Gauden said lightheartedly. "The clients want a 'phat booty,' and the boss says they're--Well, the boss. Now here, help me realign his FRLÖTHÐRÆR."

A few moments passed. I felt all three of them touching me, prodding me, pushing more tingly whatever-the-fuck into me...

"Nice, looking good. Real ghetto booty--But not too ridiculous. This time."

Adrian gave me another firm spank, and I felt my ass jiggle... Way, way more than I was used to.

"...Grgh..." I let out a noise, out of surprise more than anything.

"Wait, what the--Is he awake?"

"Unholy crap," Adora gasped. "Adrian, get the... Turn up the thingy."

"On it."

I heard a beep, then a hiss... And then the darkness took me once more.