Of course

With a deep breath and a sigh, she snaps the mask back over her face, and with steely eyes she approaches you.

She draws the tube that the attendants connected to the ceiling down, and aims it at your pussy. "Applying inter-dermal latex polymer," She gasps lustily. "Expected... oh~ expected effect is to diminish contagious arousal, and prevent manual-stimulation."

The nozzle is slender, barely thicker than a sharpie, and a moment later she plunges it deep into your lovely hot and needy lips. Air escapes your lungs as you cry out at the sensation but the gas you're inhaling does it's trick. You just don't seem to be in control of your body. Everything is just so numb, and distant. Deep within you feel a cool liquid filling your pussy. At first it feels good, but as the moments tick by and the liquid warms up it solidifies and suddenly doesn't feel like anything at all, just empty. She continues to fill your pussy until at last she removes the tube from your nethers. She grabs some sort of precision spackling knife and begins to smear the stuff all over your groin. The massage causes you to sigh with satisfaction, but it's short lived. A moment later Dr. Lybeck produces a gun shaped instrument which projects an odd blue and purple light.

She points it at your groin, turns it on and you feel... Nothing. Absolutely nothing, as if you had no pussy lips, no clit, no new feminine sex, hot bothered and needy. You still ache with arousal but are numb, empty, and detached.

Dr. Lybeck now turns her attention to your breasts. Like before, she positions a thimble like cup over your nipples, stating something about accelerating the timeline for curative treatment. Then she uses that same tube and that same knife to completely cover your breasts in the black shiny paste. She shines the light on it, and this time you're able to see the goopy stuff immediately adhere to your body, taking on a perfectly shiny, perfectly smooth, extra thick layer of latex covering your breasts. With some embarrassment you note that while your breasts were already big, it seems to have added an extra cup size, and made your nipples seem extra erect.

Surprisingly, with this simple act done, Dr Lybeck positions a chair underneath you, and begins freeing you from your bonds. You look down at what she did to your pussy, and realize that you now have fat, jiggly, labia lips, with a completely inaccessible pussy.

You reach down to touch yourself, almost instinctively, to rub one out and satisfy the arousal amplified within, but while you feel those wonderful pussy lips with your fingers, no sensation pierces through to your actual sex. You rub more and more vigorously, but the doctor and attendants just watch your wanton display. One of them is even taking notes. Your hands go to your tits, but similarly you find no pleasurable sensation outside of a slight jiggle.

"I-I can't feel anything!" You stammer. The one attendant scribbles this down.

"Then the operation is a success." Dr. Lybeck states happily. "Once you are rested, you're free to go."

"W-Wait" You stammer.

She merely takes off her gloves, and tosses them in a trash bin. "We'll contact Samantha when we estimate your arousal to be strong enough to perform the curative procedure."

"But how do I get this... this latex stuff off?" You cry after her.

"You don't, of course." She states before leaving the room.