On too Fred's procedures

As Surgeon and his entourage escorted Fred down the hall to the surgical area his PDA dinged. Reaching into his scrubs pocket with his lower left arm he retrieved the device and read the message. "Well Ms. Burkle it seems The Host and The Slut Mistress have decided on another alteration for you." Fred's head snapped to his face with a frown. "I'm sure you were told that as a replacement you're behind the others in game alterations yes?"

Fred nodded, "Yeah I was. But I was expecting The Host to make a show of it. Like I'd come back with my new boobs and be all like, 'mah titties are so big 'un fake. Woe is me!!" She finished with a dramatic flourish of her arms. "Why are they just taking on another one without that?"

"Well Ms. Burkle..."

"Please call me Fred, we're about to get pretty intimate."

"Fred it is then. If you'd a need to change floors to the salon, The Host probably would have. But as it came up for a mental alteration, you'll be staying here in the surgical area. Oh, that reminds me." He then grabbed his PDA and used 4 of his arms to bang off a reply. He then halted the group to wait for a reply. When it dinged he motioned for the group to continue. "Now, Fred for your mental alteration how'd you like to be the first to use a new procedure?"

"What kind of mental alteration I'm getting anyhow?" Fred questioned. "And is the new method better somehow?"

"Guess I did get a bit caught up and forgot to tell you. Your sexuality is getting realigned to pan-sexual. The new method is a neural implant that makes it possible to directly alter your brain. As well as transfer data. The current method uses a techno-sorcerous machine that bombards the senses with images, sounds, and smells with how we want your mind bent. Whilst spell runes inscribed on the machine make your brain plastic enough to soak up the programming." The surgeon then said with an intend gleam in his eyes. "The implant functions nearly identically to the neural resequencer, but being permanently implanted into a subject means faster turn around as we don't need to calibrate the machine to each subject. And the upload/download functionality is quite promising for sharing skills." He then frowned slightly. "There might be some biological compatibility issues, but that's rare."

Fred absorbed his pitch, then thought for a second. "I'm getting the implant either way ain't I?"

"Very much so, Fred."

"I'm assuming boob-job first?" At the surgeon nod. "'Kay, let's get me set up with new knockers then."

"Good that we're here then." He sid as the groups stopped in front of a door marked surgery prep. "Now Fred, I'm not a fool, and you might be trying to lure me into complacency by being friendly, I've read your file. I know what you're probably capable of. Each of my orderly's and nurses have a collar remote implanted on their persons. That can be activated by mental command." The surgeon then looked Fred directly in the eyes, "Any attempts at escape, or **** against my staff will be punished with some extra surgery. Of my choice. And it will be less than pleasant for you. Do we understand each?"

Gulping and nodding her head Fred answered, "We do. Though gotta say, kinda looking forwards to having actual tits."

"Excellent. You still wish to conscious during the breast augmentation?"

"Yep."

"Very well then. Follow the orderly's through the door." One of his right arms indicated the door marked 'patient prep.' "I'll be making myself ready." He then turned and walked through a door marked 'Staff.' Only to stop short and look to the right hand pair of orderly's. "You two inform the cyber-surgeon they have their first subject for the production neural implant." The surgeon then disappeared through the door. The pair of orderly's then moved off to their own destination. The remaining two guided Fred to the prep room.

Inside were 4 human looking women, whom Fred assumed were nurses. Given the uniforms. But two were, to Fred anyway, more for show than surgery. Given each had a pair of breasts the size of basket balls, with a caboose to match. The full bimbo Barbie, with nurse costume, far as she could tell. The other two were more freaky cyborg. With bits attached to them to help with surgery Fred would guess. When one of the cyborg nurses turned to her group. "You, subject. Lose the robe." Fred complied. "Stand here." She pointed to a circles on the floor surrounded by poles. Fred did.

"What's this for?" Fred asked as the machines poles lit up and moved around her.

"Detailed scan of your biology, to help determine what implants are best for the ordered parameters." The cyber-nurse replied in a clipped tone.

Fred was gazing in curiosity at the machine as it stopped that she never noticed the other cyber-nurse walk up behind her and jab a needle in her butt.

"OW!, and that?" She squawked whilst rubbing her butt.

"Tissue sample to calibrate the recovery pod." The cyber-nurse who'd jabbed her said.

"One last check subject, raise your left arm." Which did. The cyber-nurse's right hand then shifted into something like a clamp and pinched her skin and pulled. Causing Fred to yelp in surprise. "Skin elasticity test, since you'll ask." Fred nodded. As the nurses hand converting back to hand shape she addressed the bimbo nurses, "Bindy, Mindy, help the subject onto the surgical table."

The pair turned sharply, causing their huge breasts to wobble in a way Fred would never call unappealing. As the pair stepped over to Fred the continued wobbling of their breasts captivated her till the copper haired one greeted her with a very bubbly, "High there. I'm Bindy. Let's get you strapped in."

"Strapped in?" Fred questioned having been dragged out of her boob-induced reverie.

"Like totally." The platinum blonde Mindy confirmed. "If you want to be awake, we a special table you get strapped too with you arms out and 90 degree angle from you torso in a total Tee shape. So hop on!"

Which Fred did. The bimbo-nurses then strapped her down whilst the cyber-nurses keyed controls on the devices in the room. Then she was wheeled into the operating theatre, where the surgeon was waiting.

"Greetings again Fred." He said in acknowledgement, limbering up his six arms. "The scans and sampling done by Margaret and Jillian tell you can take 600cc high profile above the muscle implants." One of his arm pointed to a tray with 4 packages in them.

"That seems to be 4 implants doctor."

"Always have back up my dear." He said with a wink to Fred. "Margaret insert the numbing needles, and we'll begin." The cyber-nurse complied plugging herself into a machine, and Fred felt her body numb from the neck down. But she had no trouble breathing.

"Her pain and touch responses are deactivated doctor." The nurse reported.

"Excellent Margaret. Beginning first incision, right side." The surgeon then began his work. And Fred was treated to the strange experience of her right breast being cut into, but feeling nothing.