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Benjamin looks around, ignoring the loud sounds of traffic, thinking, ‘I can't wander far… I don't want to raise the idiot who tried to **** me over a traffic accident… I guess that means I'm stuck dumping it into an animal? That never ends well….’ He gets a little lost in thought looking for a good option, his eyes continuing to glow pink, until exactly what he feared happens…

“Excuse me, miss?” A baritone voice comes from close behind the doctor as a well intentioned person taps Dr. Beaux on the shoulder to get his attention.

…only for all the excess pink energy to immediately discharge into the poor (or maybe lucky…) ex-man.

As the sharp snap of his accidental victim's clothes registers, the good doctor closes his eyes, and gives a pained, “I am SO sorry,” as he turns around and opens his eyes to survey the damage:

This woman had no breathing problems… because the expansion was sufficiently **** that the clothing instantly snapped. The caricature of a woman is standing proud, two tits, twin titans the size of bean bag chairs protruding proudly from her chest, nipples the size of soda cans trickling milk, almost hanging all the way down to her engorged lower lips… which are drooling like a faucet, fully open, and look big enough for a grown man to stick his head all the way in… with a nub that would put many men to shame. Her hips are wide enough to match her chest, which must be the only reason she can stand upright: The back is just as big as the front.

“Oh. Em. Gee… I like, feel totes fab!” the voice of a cheerleader on helium assaults the doctor's ears.

Benjamin considers lesser details as he formulated his response: Hair that shines in the sun as though it might be literal gold down to her ankles. Lips so puffy they fall into an open ‘o’ when she's not trying to close them. A black belt with long six D-cell flashlight, a handheld radio, a ranged taser, a nightstick, a service revolver, and a set of handcuffs. Shiny black shoes. A state patrol car parked in the background.

The patrolman(?) apparently gets impatient waiting for a response, giggles, and continues in her high pitched voice, “I was like, totally going to ask if you were, like, Doctor Bimbo, but duh! I don't need to ask anymore!” The good doctor starts to feel like a heel as the transformed man continues, “Like, I was never curious about what it would be like from this side, but now I'm totes interested in getting a like, long, hard rod in me! And Oh, Em, Gee I feel great! I don't like, know why you blessed me so, but totally like, thank you! Any idea where I can find a big meat rod to like fill me totally up?”

Clenching his teeth, all that comes to mind for Dr. Beaux after the machine-gun fire of words is… not his best, “Is your flashlight waterproof?”

“Oh, duh!” The woman manages to stretch her overstuffed lips into a smile, “It totally is!” She then sits down and promptly stuffs the foot and a half long, nearly two inch diameter cylinder all the way into her previously virgin cunt, moans, then starts working it in and out, screaming and thrashing around it.

Shaking his head, the doctor looks around. There was a big kerfuffle a little while back, so all the state patrol members have body cameras now…. where… there: The doctor walks over to where it popped off… lens is cracked but it seems otherwise intact… ah, and he already had the recording switch on, so it's going to show the officer tapping the doctor from behind. ‘I'll probably need to settle with his family in civil court…’ the doctor thinks, ‘...not the first time. He'll at least be able to think straight once the excess life **** fades away, after which surgery can at least alleviate the other problems.’

…and the beep from his earpiece reminds the doctor that he still has the police on the line. So he turns the mic back on, “Ah, Elaine?”

There's a faint click in the line before the woman responds, “Yes doctor?”

“Had an accident with the state patrol. I was way too hyped up from having been kidnapped, then assaulted. I had too much energy in my system from defending myself, and when he tapped me on the shoulder from behind to get my attention, it… spilled….”

The police woman on the other end pauses a moment, “...and if he… or rather, she… isn't reporting this, I'm guessing it's pretty bad?”

The doctor takes a breath, “The officer is currently exploring the new plumbing with the standard issue flashlight, yes.”

There's a long pause, “That explains the background noise, then.” The doctor hears the woman take a breath through her teeth, “I understand the mental effects are temporary… how long is he… she… whatever… going to be mentally incapacitated?”

“Couple of decades…” the doctor cringes, “...assuming she doesn't get shot or anything.”

Elaine pauses, “Mind explaining that?”

“It's not exactly a secret, sure…” Benjamin considers his words, “...the life energy I emit takes up residence in people. It warps the body when it enters, and while it's there it makes some behavioral changes in the carrier.”

“But what does getting shot have to do with it?” Elaine seems particularly keen on that point.

“Oh, well, as long as the energy remains, it uses itself to repair the host,” the doctor shrugs, “makes them effectively invulnerable until the energy runs out.”

“But getting shot would use up the energy?” Elaine pauses, “the same energy that warps behavior?”

“I know where you're going with that… yes, but there's no gauge,” Dr. Beaux shakes his head. “The only way to find out exactly how many bullets he can soak is to shoot him until one doesn't heal… at which point, he's got a bullet in him. It's not a great strategy.”

“Does it fix smaller injuries too?” The doctor can hear a chuckle in Elaine's voice.

“Yes…” Benjamin raises an eyebrow, not that it's a video call.

“So if you poke him with a thumb tack until he actually bleeds, then stop, what happens?” There is SUCH a sense of superiority in the woman's tone.

The stumped doctor pauses a long time before he answers, “then his mind would clear, and he'd need a single, small bandage.” The man in a woman's body pauses a bit, “It will take hours… but that's not an excuse to not start. Thank you.”

“You're welcome,” the lady chuckles, “I'm going on mute again.”

The doctor leaves his mic on this time, and fetches the body camera, setting it up so it can see what he's doing… assuming it's getting any video, but the audio is what will matter anyway.

Benjamin picks the smallest blade from his multitool, and begins his explanation, “Hi. So… I'm planning on bleeding out the energy that's preventing you from thinking clearly. This will involve stabbing you repeatedly with a very small knife until you actually bleed… at which point, your mind should be clear, and you'll only need a small adhesive bandage to recover from the wound. Do you consent?”

The jiggling jumble of female flesh screams out, “YES!” ...for the fifth time in as many minutes.

So when the coroner pulls up, he sees a woman that's mostly tits and ass screaming in ecstasy as she works a flashlight in and out of her baby bakery, while the doctor in full armored colorful clothing pokes her buttocks with tiny little blade from a multitool.