Doctor West

It’s Doctor West, the blonde beauty who injected you with all the bullshit that turned you into the man you are today. She’s been so buried in work for the past few months that you haven’t seen her since.

“Hello Doctor.”

West is fast on her feet and rushes into your personal space. She places one of her hands on your chest and purrs, “My finest work to be sure. It’s nice to see you again.” It seems that Carmine didn’t even spare the good doctor of her machinations.

“Did Carmine make you inject yourself?” you ask.

She pouts, “I wouldn’t have the trust of my patients if I didn’t use my own treatment sometimes.”

It seems she’s completely ignorant to the fact that her behaviour has been modified. Carmine must have compiled dossiers on the hundreds of people that live on base and exploited their weaknesses to brainwash them, like you did to Leah. It must have been an industrial scale effort. There are hundreds of people who work in the base, all of them implanted with psychological triggers that keep them loyal and prevent them from speaking to the authorities.

It’s really hot.

You have to stop yourself from thinking too hard about it. Everyone here knew that the deal was when they signed up. A prison for the mad and the amoral. You wrap your arm around her waist and feel up her perky butt through the tight black pencil-skirt, eliciting a pleased purr from her throat.

“Carmine said that I should keep you girls happy. Seems to me like you’re asking for some trouble.”

The smoky black makeup covering her eyes does a lot to sell her seductive prowess, “Hm. Maybe I am. Do you have time for a ‘check-up’ in my office? I’d love to get my hands on you again.”

You allow her to lead you to the small room in the medical wing. As you step inside and get to grips with the sparse interior decoration, she presses a button by the door and blacks out the only window looking out into the corridor. A low intensity light turns on above you.

She chews on the end of her red pen, “There, no nobody will interrupt us while we perform your physical.”

Doctor West was already a woman who wouldn’t look out of place in a line-up of supermodels, but Carmine had decided to take things to a new level. She’s has been tweaked in several places. Small blemishes and defining marks remain, but the shape of her chest and ass are radically different from what you saw during your time in the nano-chamber.

“How about you take off those clothes and show me those new tits, Doctor?”

She smiles and begins to unbutton her blouse. You follow her fingers as they drift further and further down to her stomach. She peels apart the two sides and reveals her bra-clad DD breasts. Perfection would be an insult – they look natural, perky, and soft.

“Do you like them?” you ask, curious as to her thoughts on being modified by Carmine.

She tilts her head slightly, “Of course. Anything that pleases you, pleases me.”

You can’t get a read on what motivated reasoning Carmine used. Not with a plain answer like that. You slip your own shirt off and leave it on the wooden desk behind you. West’s eyes light up in admiration at your rock-hard pecs and abs, she can’t stop herself from reaching out and touching you. She trails her fingers through every nook and cranny, testing the firmness of your muscles with her palms; it’s like her own personal Christmas morning.

She bites her lip with a flushed expression, “You’re amazing, John. Any woman would be crazy to turn down a stud like you.” Her hands dip lower and begin unbuckling your pants, dropping them around your feet and exposing the huge bulge pressing against the front of your briefs.

“Every woman on this base is my property…”

She moans at the thought, “That’s right. We’re all yours. Holes for you to use and fill, whenever and wherever you like!”

You reach out and grasp her jaw between your fingers, turning her head to face you. “I always had a soft spot for you, Doctor. I think you’re beautiful.” She whines like a dog, so **** for you to fuck her needy cunt and fill her with your seed. You release her and allow her to complete her task, revealing your inhuman length in its entirety. She clasps your shaft between shaking palms and exhales a lusty breath of excitement.

“It’s so big. Bigger than any man should be; you’re a breeder, an apex male. And I’m the one who helped turn you into it…”

With little else to be said, you wrap her up in your arms and swing her around. You push her down onto her desk and unhook her bra, tossing it away like a piece of garbage. Her full, juicy breasts spread out across her torso in a natural, flowing way. You dig your fingers into them and attack her erect nipples without mercy. These aren’t piece of cheap silicone. This is the result of advanced genetic manipulation and body moulding.

West is so eager that her own hands don’t remain still for a second. She bundles her skirt upwards to cover her stomach, revealing a pair of sexy black panties decorated with lace. A small tuft of pubic hair is visible through the transparent fabric. She’s soaked through already, her body going into heat at the sight of a real male.

“Fuck me, please!”