The Next procedure

Fred stood in front of the full length mirror examining her new boobs. The surgery itself had been a disappointment, zero sensation had led to Fred disassociating from the whole thing. No fun at all. But the recovery pods, now those were a hoot. Weeks of recovery over and done with after two 15 minute sessions in the pods. And they were also responsible for how sensitive her boobs were now. She was getting plenty aroused just by fondling them. 600cc implants plus whatever breast tissue she had came out to a set of tits each about the size of a smaller grapefruit. Fred smacked them experimentally, to test their bounce. They moved like a water balloon in a tight sock. Very nice to Fred's eye. She then turned sideways to see how far they stuck out, which was considerable to her. Fred could see her bumping into many a thing with her new knockers. She looked forward to it.

Fred was so enraptured by the fact that she now had actual tits, she nearly missed the door opening and the platinum blonde bimbo nurse, Mindy, entering. But it was hard for anyone to miss those giant basketball sized boobs jiggling in her nurse outfit.

"Come on Freddie! I know boobs are like the most awesome toys around, new boobs especially, but you've got another appointment for a procedure. So let's scoot. The cyber-surgeon doesn't like to be kept waiting. Really grinds their gears, and they've got a lot of gears." Mindy playfully chided Fred.

With a frustration tinged sigh Fred donned the robe she'd been given. "Fine let's go." She then followed Mindy out into the hall. Where they were met by the two orderlies, and one of the cyber-nurses. Who formed a ring around Fred and escorted her to the cyber-surgery wing of the medical floor. Giving Fred a chance to get a closer look at the cyber-nurse. Who's arms and legs were cybernetic. Her scrubs (actually scrubs not fetish nurse costume) were short sleeved. Showing her robotic arms. Fred looked down and her scrub bottoms were short legged. All four limbs smooth metal broken up by some kind of flexible polymer at the joints. Her feet permanently shoe shaped. Low heeled oddly. At least oddly for this place Fred though. The same flexible polymer covered her whole neck up to her jawline and down to her shoulders. The parts that were visible out of her neck line anyway.

"See something you like?" The nurse asked.

"Umm, more curious. About why your scrubs seems designed to show off your metal bits." Fred answered.

A ghost of a smile appeared on the nurses face. "That's not the entire reason. My scrubs only have to cover the parts of me that are still fleshy. My augmetics can be sterilized much easier than the organic parts." She then flashed a rueful grin. "So I still have to wear a mask in surgery."

"Oookay. Didn't catch your name though?

"CNU-03, Jillian. Cyborg Nursing Unit, since I've seen how curious you are."

"I know you think it's weird how much of a chatty Cathy I'm being. But I'm more than a little nervous at the idea of having my head cut open and electronics stuck into it."

"You needn't worry. You're getting the production version of the base cerebral implant. It's been thoroughly tested. Damaging subjects is strictly forbidden by the host after all." The cyber-nurse then smirked and looked to Mindy. "If you really want to know what it's like to have the implant your getting ask Mindy. She's had one for weeks." This caused Fred eyes to bug out as she looked to Mindy.

Who giggled, and shrugged her shoulders. Causing her massive boobs to bounce around more. "Guilty."

"Why?" Fred near demanded.

"Like lots of reasons. But the big ones are being able to shift from totally professional nurse to horny bimbo in a few menu selections. And being able to use the collar controller without having to tap it through my skin. The being able to download info and skills from someone else with the right hardware, or the mainframe, rocks too. Makes my job so much easier." Mindy beamed. "Freddie, you wear glasses right?"

"Yes?" Fred answered the seemingly random question.

"Mindy's going to ask you to see if the cyber-surgeon can replace your eyes with low-profile optical augmetics whilst your on their table." Jillian chimed in.

Fred looked quizzically at Mindy. Who smiled, extended her left index finger. Who's nail then lengthened to a 1 inch pointed talon. Which she then tapped her eye with. And instead of whatever sound Fred assumed sharp plastic hitting eyeball would make she heard the distinct clack of plastic hitting plastic.

"My eyes are, like, as fake as my tits. And just as awesome!" Mindy exclaimed. "I used to have crap eyes that barely worked, needed total coke bottle bottom glasses. Now my regular vision is perfect, and I can totes see into infrared and ultraviolet."

"Bimbo's are only allowed certain types, and a limited total amount, of cybernetic implants. Mindy here is nearing that limit." Jillian interjected again.

"Yep worth it though. We're allowed as much cosmetic implants as we want though." Mindy confirmed. Tapping the top of one boob with her hand. Causing it to bob up and down.

"I'll think about it?" Fred hedged.

Mindy then giggled again, causing her vast bosom to bounce invitingly. "Better think fast then Freddie, cause we're here!"

The group came to a pair of large steel doors with locking bolts visible in them.

"Well that's, ominous," Fred observed. Jillian then smirked and inserted her left index finger into a port by the doors. Which then opened. Revealing the cyber surgery suite.

"Everyone but the orderlies inside." Jillian ordered. The 3 women stepped through and the doors rattled shut.

Fred then saw a small floating pyramid sectioned into 3 parts, with at least 4 thin arms, each ending is 4 radially arranged fingers dangling from it. Near the peak of the pyramid were 4 cameras, that rotated and faced her.

"Ah, the new subject for the neural interface implant." The pyramid spoke in a metallic artificial tone. "Welcome, and are you prepared?"

"I guess. Mindy here says y'all can fix me up with new eyes too?" Fred answered in an unsure tone.

"You require corrective lenses?" The cyber-surgeon asked.

"Yep."

"And you'd submit to me removing your original eyes and replacing them with ocular implants of the same type as Mindy?"

"Maybe? It just seems like a lot to just toss out there." Fred hedged. The surgeon didn't immediately respond.

"I just contacted the host subject Winifred Burkle. He says you have a deficit in modifications. And would allow you to replace your eyes. Do you wish too?" The surgeon demanded whilst closing the space between them and Fred in a swift silent glide.

Fred blanched at having her space invaded. "Would they look the same as now?"

"Yes, that is the point of the low profile augmetics. We'll even replicate the coloration of your iris." The cyber-surgeon replied

"Fine, replace my eyes too." Fred gave in with a subdued tone.

"Excellent! Follow the nurses to the prep chamber, we'll begin as soon as you're ready."

Following Mindy and Jillain into the prep room, Fred disrobed again and was directed to lay on another operating table. Though this one had two metal half circles near the top. Which closed around her neck once she laid down. Mindy then appeared in proper surgical scrubs, he whole demeanor having shifted to cool and professional. "Sorry Fred, but you'll have to knocked out for this one. All the rooting around in your brain, and removing your eyes isn't good for a conscious mind." Mindy said clinically. If not for the giant basketballs tenting her scrubs, Fred might have been persuaded it was another nurse.

Jillain equally calm voice then proclaimed, "Subject secured. Ready for the procedure." The pair of nurses then wheeled Fred into the operating room. Where the floating pyramid that is the cyber-surgeon was waiting. 4 more arms, all ending in surgical tools having materialized on their body. Fred was then rotated to an upright position. Jillian moving to a bank of machines and wiring herself to one of them with cables attached to port on her head. Mindy reappearing with a cart containing two clear containers. One with a pair of eye looking spheres, the other a few curved metallic rods in vague claw shape, with tiny wires dangling from it.

"Nurses, is the subject prepared?" The surgeon asked.

"Yes doctor." Mindy and Jillian answered in unison.

"Then sedate the subject, and well begin." The surgeon stated.

Fred's awareness then faded out.