No, he cleans up and leaves.

“No need to hurry girl.” Samantha would have moaned shamelessly if she could have when with a nasty chuckle he pulls his hand from between her quivering thighs. “I’ll be back some other time to finish dis.” He licks her neck grotesquely before adding “Any time I choose.” His breath is hot on her jaw under the towel she can smell some kind of mint that didn’t quite mask the earthy scent of his breath.

“Bez ge’ you clean now.” Samantha lay immobile as she felt a warm towel wipe away the globs of semen from her body. "Don' wanna leave no DNA to trace." Shortly after the last rub of the towel she could hear a faint hum and a felt a line of tingling warmth travel from her belly to her chin. “Der, all cleaned up. You tell who you like, ain’ nobody believe you now.” Her assailant laughs as he dresses pausing to pinch her nipples once more before moving behind her and pulling the towel from her face. She hears him leave, but without the ability to move her neck she cannot see him at all.

For the next hour Samantha lays on her bed unable to sleep. Would he return? Her emotions are on a rollercoaster for the entire time. Waves of anger and frustration intersperse with embarrassment and need. With each flicker of light or slightest sound from outside the door she holds her breath praying that he was lying about his coming back. Twice she drifted off and woke with a start each time with a noiseless scream in her throat. Finally her eyes close again and this time when she wakes she hears the sounds of morning routines, she lays in bed hoping for a chance to tell someone about her attack.

It seems to take forever but eventually she hears the sounds of footsteps and suddenly her legs and arms can move again. Her lims are sluggish and tingle with an unpleasant sensation but she tries to tries to sit up anyway. The nurse moves quickly to her side.

“Easy there.” She says as she wraps a light robe around Samantha’s shoulders. If there was any doubt that she was in a hospital before, the flimsy material of the gown and the complete lack of fasteners confirms it. “It can take a minute or two for people who aren’t used to the stasis bed to be able to stand on their own.” Samantha opens her mouth and closes it twice trying to find the words to describe her ****, but neither time can she begin.

“The doctor says he wants to see you dear, before he starts his rounds.” The nurse tells her as she moves around the room adjusting dials and checking readouts. Suddenly hesitant, Samantha wonders if it would be best to wait and tell doctor about what happened during the night. She also realizes in confusion that she has no trouble seeing the nurse’s face without her glasses - even when the woman is on the far side of the room. How could that be? Before she has a chance to decipher that mystery two others immerge. The nurse pulls together the flapping hems of the gown over her huge breasts (huge breasts!?!) and as the material touches the two edges bond into a seamless closure.

Samantha sits in stunned silence trying to figure out what is happening. The nurse, perhaps misinterpreting her confusion as instability, takes her arm and helps her to her feet. As Samantha walks across the tiled floor on the nurse’s arm she notices over a dozen little oddities that make her doubt her sanity. The nurse's uniform had the same seamless look as her gown and many of the instruments she had caught glimpses of the night before upon closer inspection look like nothing she had ever seen before.

"Where am I?" Samantha asks as the door in the corner of the room opens automatically.

"You’re in Aria City General Hospital dear. You're safe here." Inside the small room Samantha sees a familiar looking toilet seat and steps forward into the privacy of the small room hearing the faint ‘whirrr’ of the door closing behind her.

She turns slowly surveying the room and receives yet another start as she sees the image of a stunningly beautiful woman mimicking her movements in a three dimensional holographic display mounted on the wall. The woman is dressed in the same hospital gown as her but that is where the similarity ends. The dark haired beauty is taller and healthier than Samantha and she turns with the fluid grace of a dancer that makes Samantha freeze in her tracks embarrassed by her own awkward movements. The woman assumes the same pose as Samantha but her curvy body makes the position look enticing, and the way her breasts fill the hospital robe is nearly obscene.

Remembering her own enlarged chest Samantha pulls at her gown only slightly surprised at how easily the seam opens she stares at the huge boobs that would make a porn star jealous. Full, round and firm with large areolae they were like a teenager’s wet dream.

A wave of nausea hits her when the events of the night before resurface; pulling her robe closed again she crouches on the floor hugging her knees as tears stream from her eyes. Again the holographic image mimics her movement and Samantha gasps in horror “Oh no!” Sure enough, face of the hologram is streaked with tears and she sees the same expression of disbelief on the stanger's face that Samantha knows is on hers. Just to be certain, Samantha watches the hologram in the display do exactly what she does as she pulls a lock of her hair and pulls it forward to examine the vibrant black color.

“Are you OK in there?” The nurse’s voice is easy to hear even through the closed door.

“Almost done.” She hopes her voice sounds more confident than she feels. She uses the toilet and after a moment of panic when she can’t find any toilet paper, presses a pair of buttons conveniently placed nearby. The gentle automated scrubbing followed by a blast of warm air is a nice improvement over the toilet paper she is used to.

As she stands, a small opening appears in the wall and when she places her hands inside the opening she feels a tingling on her perfectly manicured fingers. The warmth is identical to the sensation she felt the night before when her attacker cleaned the evidence of his ****. Seeing a hand held wand conveniently placed near the opening she uses it to clean the teary streaks from her face with just a few waves. The technology in this room is far more advanced than anything she has ever heard of on Earth. Maybe it’s not so much ‘Where am I?’ as ‘When am I?’ or ‘Who am I?’

“The doctor’s here.” The nurse sounds a little impatient and Samantha knows she has to leave the privacy of the little washroom.