Skipping ahead to after the surgery.

I've been asked to jump ahead, so please enjoy a modified Kimmie.

I woke up and stretched. It felt good to stretch again. It had been several weeks since I had been able to without discomfort.

I stood up and looked in the mirror beside my bed. I couldn't help but moan at my appearance every time. My original set of tits had been upsized, and I now had a comfortable set of D's sitting at the top of my chest. Under those, a set had been made; they were about a B, and under them were a set of A's. All my nipples were sensitive, and the group had requested, no, ordered, that all my nipples be pierced.

I reached up and touched my ears; they were still sensitive, cropped and grafted, and atop my head, a pair of horn grafts, these were curved back, roughly the exact curve of my skull, sitting in my hair.

Seeing the horn grafts, I turned around and grabbed my tablets—hormones for fertility and anti-rejection ****. As I swallowed them, I heard a knock at the door which opened shortly afterwards. "Oh good, you are awake."

"Dr Moreau," I said. It wasn't his name, but considering what he did to me, I felt it was fitting. He was an overweight white guy, even though I was in Thailand for my surgery.

"How are you feeling, Kimmie?" he asked me. "And can I check your enhancements?" I stepped towards him, and he reached out to start groping my many tits. I couldn't help but moan at his touch. "So I will remind you again, keep up your tablets and injections. When you fall pregnant, you must engage a doctor early. As you know, we excised part of your cervix and added a synthetic valve so the more, well endowed members of the group, to fuck you more deeply."

He pushed at my shoulders gently, and I knelt; I knew the routine; he would check my ears and horns before checking the implants in my throat. As I knelt, he felt my ears, and I felt a mild discomfort. "Now, you will probably need a few more weeks to get your ears and nipples pierced." He grabbed my horns and pulled on them forcefully. I moaned; the discomfort in my horns had reduced significantly, and now it just made me feel sexy to have a partner manhandle them that way.

He pulled me closer, and I reached out to pull his zipper down. Dr Moreau was only long enough to reach the first of the silicon rings surgically implanted in my throat, and he had told me there were three.

He pulled me forward by using my horns, and I moaned, feeling the pressure against my skull as he pulled me ahead felt so good. I took his cock into my mouth and sucked him in deeply. Feeling the resistance of the first ring at the top of my throat.

As he pulled me deeper, I felt the stretching in my throat before his cockhead popped through the ring, and he groaned and shuddered. There was a measure of discomfort as he stretched the ring in my throat, but somehow it turned me on more. He leveraged my horns to slowly fuck back and forth through the ring. Moaning loudly as he did, he had been doing this the past few days, and he never lasted long. So it didn't surprise me when I felt him tense and pulled my face flat against his overhanging stomach, and his cock throbbed in my throat.

As his cock throbbed, the ring stretched more, and I shuddered in bliss. "Hmm, well, Miss Kimmie, I think you are well healed and ready to head home. I know that your group members are looking forward to seeing you."

I smiled as I stood up, "You mean, using their custom designed fuck toy?"

He laughed, "Yes, exactly that. If you need more modification, I would gladly provide the services."

"Do you have a catalogue of what you can do? I can take it back home and see what people think," I asked him.

He shook his head, "No, but I have a few ideas, so I will email them to Dr Duggan."

I smiled, "There is another girl who joined a while ago; I think she will sign a full contract when she sees me, so you may have the option shortly."

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