Third time's the charm

Buffy was now sure that someone out there was fucking her. Some god or some all powerful being was deliberately making things worse for her. the only thing she wasn't sure about was if this was punishment for things she had or hadn't done in Sunnydale or if this random omnipotent beings was just doing it for shits and giggles.

Leaving the place that had transformed her into a human dairy farm had taken awhile. She needed time to gather her strength, then she had tried to search for clothes. And that had ended badly as her new enhanced genitals couldn't take being clothed, the brush of fabric against any part of her now almost G (Buffy hoped that was as big as they were she didn't want to them any bigger than that) cup breasts left her panting and anything that got up against her plumped up pussy lips and ginormous clit made her weak in the knees. The best she could do was fashion a mock toga out of some plastic sheeting she had found and that only worked because she could hold the plastic away from her tits with both hands. After donning her new toga it took her maybe twenty minutes of careful walking to find a way out. One of the new perks of her new enhanced pussy was that she had to walk bow legged or else just a normal walk pressed her plumped up pussy lips together rubbing against themselves and her clit making her damn near orgasm on the spot.

Once outside she had been so happy to see daylight and breath the fresh air. She resolved herself to finding a way to get home. To Sunnydale, to her mom, to her friends and to weirdness that she understood. She really really hoped Giles knew some way to undo what had been done to her.

Which is when some all powerful god decided to stick it to her one more time.

At first she thought it was the cops pulling up. Black and white car, flashing red lights on the roof. As it got closer Buffy was able to make out the fact that it was actually private security. Security employed by the people doing human experiments. So... not on her side. Buffy groaned and tried to waddle away as fast as possible.

That proved impossible as the security vehicle pulled up in front of her and blocked the way and then stepping out of the drivers seat was a damn amazon of a woman. Six foot four inches at least, two hundred pounds of rippling muscle, deeply bronzed skin, white blonde hair in a severe bob, attractive but stern facial features, impossible round breasts that had to be double D's at least that sat high on her chest, narrow waist, big rounded hips with big muscular butt and thighs. And most wigsome to Buffy was the bulged out crotch of her pants that seemed to contain a big cock.

With a smirk the security amazon drew her side arm and fired. Buffy flinched and waited... Waited for... her boob hurt but it didn't feel like being shot. Lookin down Buffy found a tranquilizer dart stuck in her boob. Buffy jumped when suddenly a second dart pierced her other boob. She collapsed before she could even look up at the sky and curse whoever or whatever was doing this to her.

When next she woke up Buffy found herself once again naked, strapped down and reclined. But this time it wasn't the dentist chair in a pitch black room. This time it was like a hospital bed and the room was brightly lit and the walls and floor were all done in white tile. There were cabinets against some of the walls and there were electronics scattered about. And she had bags of mystery liquid suspended above her dripping into an i.v.s that were attached to both of her arms. There were also wires all over the place attached to electrodes stuck to various parts of her body.

Buffy found her attention drawn to the door at the otherside of the room when it opened and in walked a man who could have passed for Principal Snyder's stunt double, only a little thinner and with big protruding fish eyes, wrapped up in a too big for his frame Doctor's lab coat. He seemed surprised to see her awake and looking at him. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a micro recorder and started talking into it, "September 5th. Subject Bimbo Buffy, here after referred to as B.B. is awake. Two days ahead of schedule. Interesting."

Buffy spent a second just trying to wrap her head around the fact that it was September. She thought it was still August, then again with the time she spent knocked out in the old place that kidnapped her and now being knocked out again by another kidnapper how the hell was she supposed to know how much time had passed. The only thing knowing it was September really did was depress her because she should be in school with Xander and Willow making her way through her senior year. And because of her dumbass decision to run away she now found herself at the hands of a second Dr. Frankenstein.

The Doctor started talking into the recorder as he walked towards her. "The implanted commands seem to have taken. Subject B.B. remains quiet and docile." he stopped at her bedside and looked down at her, "I will now check to see how the augmentations have healed." he reached out a hand and grabbed her chin, turning her head left and then right and then lifted her chin. He then dropped his hand to her throat and probed around. The Doctor then looked from her throat to her face and commanded, "B.B. open your mouth and stick out your tongue."

Buffy did as she was told. She was shocked and she knew she should have been afraid as she stuck her tongue out. And out. And even further out. Buffy blinked and looked at almost a foot of tongue that was now attached to her. Buffy found that she was back in the same situation she had found herself in last time. She couldn't find it in herself to feel anything, **** into apathy.

"Seems fine." The Doctor said, checking inside her mouth. "You can put it away now B.B." He then leaned back, "Speak, B.B. introduce your self."

"Hewwo Doctah," Buffy's voice came out as high pitched bimbo baby talk, and she found herself smiling and batting her eyelashes at the man, "It's sooo nice ta meet ya."

"Results seem to be within expectations. Voice is appropriately pitched. Mental conditioning seems to be working Subject B.B.'s affectation is within the pre-approved vernacular." The Doctor then looked down her body towards her crotch. Buffy followed his gaze and while she knew she should be screaming at what she saw she instead couldn't be bothered to do anything. Nestled between her still ridiculously overly large labia was her giant clitoris and... a second giant clitoris...

Buffy just stared.

What... the... fuck...

Not only was it a second giant clitoris but... Why was her- her original- clitoris bigger? Did... did they grow hers to match the second one and then just sew the second one on? And why were they... The last time she'd seen her clit it had been almost as big as her thumb. Now? Now it looked like Andre the Giant's thumb. Thumbs. And they'd pierced this new clit to match her own clit but they'd swapped out her bar piercing for a hoop piercing. What was that for.

"The transplant seems to be doing above projections. No signs of rejection or infection. Testing for reaction." The Doctor reached out with his freehand and flicked her new clitoris with his forefinger. Buffy couldn't help but jump as pleasure shot thru her leaving her squealing and her hips humping the air. "Above average reaction, sensitivity seems to be in the upper percentile Subject B.B. displays near orgasmic response." The Doctor shifted his hand just slightly to the right and then flicked her original clit. Buffy let out a high pitched yelp and again her hips humped the air while her thighs trembled. "No discernable impact on original clitoris, sensitivity seems to be unimpaired. B.B. can you articulate how you feel?"

Buffy wasn't sure what exactly was going on but what she wanted to say wasn't what was coming out of her mouth. "I feel awl tingly. You made my pink parts awl hawt. I can feel my cunny wunny get awl creamy. My bwain was awl filled wif fiweworks. I saw dem behind my eyewids." Buffy found herself pouting, instead of screaming in outrage of what was coming out of her mouth "But Bimbo Buffy didn' get ta pop. No cummin. If you flick my bean again I'll get ta pop an' haf a 'gasm. Pwetty Pwease flick my cute lit'l clitty witty."

What the fuck! What the fucking fuck? Why did she sound like a brain dead bimbo? What the... why the... HOW?

"Good girls get Orgasms, B.B. Behave yourself, do as your told and you will get orgasms." The Doctor told her before he turned his attention to her pussy once again. "Now calm down and control yourself I need to examine you further. Do not move."

Buffy found herself sitting perfectly still and perfectly calm as the Doctor splayed her large labia apart and examined her more in depth. "Subject B.B. comments on feeling 'creamy' are correct. Vaginal secretions are abundant and seem to be above predictions." He nodded his head and wiped his hand clean of her secretions on Buffy's inner thig making her feel more than a little tingly.

Turing away from Buffy the Doctor then put his micro recorder away and wondered over to one of the cabinets against the wall. He rummaged around for a moment and then pulled from it a helmet with goggles and headphones attached to it. "Well, B.B. it's time for another round of virtual lessons. Doesn't that sound nice?"

Buffy found herself nodding her head. "Yu-huh. I wike my wessons. I wearn awl kinds of kewl stuff."

"That's good. And that makes you a good girl. Do you know what that means B.B.?"

"Ummmmmm" Buffy felt herself putting an awful lot of effort into trying to look like it was hard to think, furrowing her brow and chewing on her lower lip. "Finking is rilly, rilllly hard."

The Doctor smiled at her as he put the weird helmet on her head. "Good girls get orgasms."

"Yayyyy! I rilly RILLLY like 'gasms." Buffy smiled and chirped.

The Doctor turned on the helmet and Buffy suddenly was enveloped in swirling lights from the goggles and a heavy droning sound from the headphones. Buffy wanted to close her eyes but found herself staring... staring into the lights. Staring into nothing. Nothing... She was nothing... She was....