Jason provides some raw material for Patricia's implants

"You're kidding, right?" Jason crosses his arms, staring down Dr. Banning. He's the tall, slim doctor who did Patricia's intake an hour earlier... Only now, he looks embarassed instead of lecherous. "You don't have any?"

"We have a couple 250-mil bags left. But for the changes you've made here..." He double-checks Patricia's chart. "Yeah, no. We need at least 1.5, maybe 2 litres."

"How does a Pearson's clinic run out of Brain'n'Bod? It's a basic implantable hormone cocktail! You should be restocking constantly--"

"And we are," the doctor huffs. "But there's been a surge in demand from upstate... Another new OZ. We've been running on fumes for months."

All because of insolent little brats like you, Dr. Banning wants to add, but he holds his tongue: he saw the note on Jason's personnel file. The boy may be just an intern, but he's well-connected--Insulting him would be a poor career move.

"Goddammit... If I have to pump her tits full of vanilla-ass silicone, I swear to God..." He sighs, stroking his cock idly as he pictures the body (and mind) he had imagined for Patricia. An unexpected jet of pre-cum splatters against the inside of his pants, instantly filling the room with the scent of... Pheromones.

"Huh," Jason grunts, looking down at his crotch. "...I have an idea."

"Any allergies? Just double-checking!" The nurse smiles, clipboard in hand. Her patient is sitting up in a hospital bed, almost ready to be rolled into the operating room.

"None," Patricia says, calming down a little. This part of the appointment feels like a regular check-up.

"Pre-existing mods? Mental, hormonal... Anything other than plastic titties," the young woman giggles, her own obviously-fake assets bouncing a little under her tight scrubs.

"Um... Nope. All natural."

"Oooh, then this is gonna be such a big day for you! I bet your husband's real happy. Or your son?"

"Uh... Well, I..." Patricia blushes, picturing Jason--Or more specifically, his massive cum-hose.

Luckily, the nurse has already moved on. "On any medications? Especially anything from Pearson's?"

"None," the MILF replies, paying no mind to the gallons of pheromone-laden jizz she's been swallowing. After all, that's not medication... It's just the mouth-watering byproduct of helping a young man with his condition!

"Awesome! Well then, let's get you in there, shall we?" She pulls over a cart full of large metal tanks, then twists the valve on one of them. "Say goodbye to your boring 'ol body... When you wake up, you're gonna be perfect."

Chuckling nervously, Patricia takes the mask from the nurse and places it over her mouth as directed.

I still can't believe I'm doing this for... Just some boy, she thinks, while counting to ten. Just some... Cocky... Handsome... Virile...

In a large, semi-sterile room on the other side of the OR, another nurse is stroking Jason's shaft--Milking him, in fact, as he pumps a steady stream of tar-thick nut-sludge into a large white container.

Two more nurses are hard at work, assisting Dr. Banning as he portions out the jizz and mixes it with several other ingredients (all in proprietary Pearson's Perfections packaging, of course). This kind of procedure is unusual, but not unheard of: after a brief video call with one of Pearson's foremost cosmetic pharmaceutical researchers, Dr. Banning feels confident enough to prepare the bluish-white goop.

After a few minutes, another nurse wheels in another cart--This one laden with large padded boxes.

"Ah, yes," Dr. Banning says, glancing up at Jason. "I believe you had the 5000 ccs... And for her ass? We can do a fat graft, but--"

"Nah. Implants," Jason grunts, spurting more semen into the vat... And a little beyond. "Read the chart."

"Right, of course--Nurse, keep his cock down," Dr. Banning snaps, narrowly dodging a gooey white blast. "No cum in the sterile field!"

"Um, sorry," the offending nurse says, getting a better grip on Jason's pulsing cock. "...But if there's no jizz allowed in the sterile field... What's that bucket in front of you?"

"I--Huh. Good point," Dr. Banning chuckles, reaching out to slap the nurse's ass--Then thinking the better of it, since she's surrounded by important equipent and nearly-overflowing containers of sperm and pharmaceuticals.

Turning to the cart full of boxes, he cracks one open and lifts out a thick, translucent sack. It's about the size of a shopping bag, only much thicker and with no openings except for a small, flat valve. There are, however, several strips of differently-textured material running along its curvature.

"5000 cc, fillable, semi-structured, with slow-release perforations. They shouldn't lose any volume over time, but the pheromones and hormones will do their job just fine--Both the regular filling, and our... Custom addition. Similar set for the ass--Slightly smaller, but don't worry: we'll make it up in fat grafting."

After an approving nod from Jason, the crew begins filling up Patricia's implants. They all work quickly and carefully--Despite the fact that one of the nurses is visibly drooling at the scent of the mixture. Before too long, another cart is loaded up with giant, oddly-dumpling-shaped sacks of white goop.

"All done--Uh, Nurse? We have enough. You can stop milking him."

"I... Are you sure..." She bites her lip, still stroking.

Grinning, Jason wraps an arm around the girl. "C'mon. You can show me the viewing area--Oh, and bring one of those buckets."

"...Or, um, you could put it in me?"

"That's the spirit. Let's see how much you can take," Jason laughs, leading her away. Before they leave the room, he turns back to Dr. Banning. "Hey... Once you're done the tricky stuff, any chance I could assist? I've done my research, observed a few--"

"Sure, kiddo," the doctor replies, his smile only partially-****. While he doesn't appreciate being at the beck and call of some teenage silver-spoon "prodigy," the boy's tastes are giving him the chance to indulge in his one true passion: disgusting, perverted, degrading medical procedures. "I'll let you know when to scrub in. Until then, your MILF's body is in good hands." He jiggles one of the implants for emphasis, then recoils a little as he finds it quite warm to the touch.

"Fuck her up, fam!" Squeezing the nurse's ass and ushering her forward, Jason heads out the door.