Project Succubus
"You shall be in charge of taking care of a very special patient. She has undergone extensive surgical procedures to alter her body and requires attention around the clock. She's not an invalid. She can walk and function independently. You will, however, need to tube feed her, help her toilet, clean her, monitor her rigorous exercise routine, and prepare her for special tasks assigned to her. Now, sign this contract," said the doctor in a brisk, matter-of-fact way. There wasn't room for questions.
I didn't ask many questions, for by now, I'd realized I wanted to do it. I was over my head with debt and my dream of completing my medical studies was just that, a dream. Working long hours as a nurse wasn't where I wanted to be. I was good at my job, but it didn't mean I wanted to go on doing it. The monthly pay for me was more than I earned a year, and food and lodging were included. It was too good a package to pass.
The vetting was extensive. I had the notion what I was signing up might be illegal. "I suggest you focus on your job and not delve too deep into the rest," said my interviewer. "Sound advice," I thought.
The next morning, a blacked-out SUV brought me to St Brutus Medical Centre. An elite private hospital that was more akin to a seven-star resort than a medical facility. Frequented by the rich and famous, I looked around to catch a familiar face, but the halls were deserted.
I was greeted by Doctor Willams. Who I knew from my interview as the head of the project.
"Ah, Adam. I trust you had a good drive! Let me show you your apartment and then let's meet your patient," he said cheerfully.
The apartment was like nothing I'd seen before. More like a luxury hotel suite. I resisted the urge to explore the luxury and quickly freshened up. There'll be time to explore my room later.
The doctor was waiting in the lobby. We proceeded to go down in the lift. The hospital had 12 floors above ground and four beneath. Once we reached the 4th basement, the door opened, and I almost stepped out when the doctor stopped me. "Wait, young man," he said, putting out his hand.
He took out his ID card and slipped it into a slit at the base of the button panel in the elevator. The doors closed and the panel opened, revealing a screen beneath. Doctor Willams placed his palm on it.
"CLEARANCE APPROVED. WELCOME DOCTOR WILLAMS," said a female voice. "FLOOR PLEASE"
"Project Succubus," said the doctor.
We began moving again. Three more floors and we came to a halt.
I was blinded by the white light as we stepped out. Everything was white. The floor, ceiling, and walls are all tiled and shining bright white. We walked along the corridor and entered a small white room.
"Let's change," said the doctor and we went into a side room. We dressed in white scrubs and put on white full-body protective suits, including masks, visors, and gloves.
"She hasn't fully healed yet. We can't risk contamination for a few weeks," explained the doctor.
We came out of the room and the doctor entered his card to open two large double doors. They slid aside with a hiss.
In the middle of the brightly lit room, I saw my patient for the first time. She was young, her supple, oiled, golden brown skin glowing under the bright lights. She was in the nude, standing with hands on her hips as two doctors examined her breasts.
The doctors turned towards us as we approached revealing the amazing creature.
She was hairless, not even her eyelashes remained. Her electric blue eyes shone with intelligence. Her lower face was obscured by a shining metal mask that wrapped around her head.
She wore a high, snuggly fitting metal collar with a circular pattern of fine pinholes on her throat. Her wrists and ankles also featured smooth metal cuffs with anchoring points.
The girl's large upright breasts were bare. Their size was a tad disproportionate to her petite frame but went well with her curvy hips and buttocks. Each nipple was pierced with a large metal barbell and her large black areolas were circled by six piercings each. Her proportions were on the extreme side, but not too artificial.
Her belly was smooth with a ring through her navel. She was wearing a brushed metal chastity belt. The belt was large with no visible holes or seams, it bulged in front as if it was hiding a penis, it had a smooth central seam mimicking the female genitalia which must be hiding beneath. the strap between her legs was wide and bulging, spreading her shapely thighs apart. The straps of the belt looped high over her wide hipbones, accentuating her curvy figure.
"Janet, this is Adam, your new personal aid," announced the doctor as we approached.
" Dr.Willams," said the girl. It was not a human voice. It was robotic. She had an artificial larynx! The girl held out her hands to the doctor and kissed (or brushed her mask) against both his cheeks.
"Hello Adam," she said, holding out a delicate, well-manicured hand. "It's nice to meet you."
I stood there like an idiot for several moments. After which I shook her hand. It was firm and soft at the same time, she smiled with her eyes.
"Janet has gone through quite an ordeal in the past months. She's now ready for rehabilitation. She needs care 24/7 and help to adjust to her new life," explained Dr. Willams.
"What have you done to her?," I asked.
He said, "I assure you, what we have done to her is completely consensual, isn't that right Janet?"
"Yes doctor," said the robotic voice.
"Adam, what you see might shock you, but I hope you'll understand that I submitted to the will of my master to have my body modified in this way," she said, seductively gesturing to her face, throat, breasts, and crotch.
"I hope you won't be scared off by my modified body," she added.
Dr. Willams interjected, "First, you must understand Janet's new body, Young lady, please lead the way!"
Janet made a small bow and began walking across the room. Her ample rear was now facing me. The belt's locking mechanism was at the back with a keypad and a tiny keyhole at the base of her spine. Her round bubble buttocks were covered by what could only be described as a stainless steel diaper. Her legs remained parted as the shield covering her pussy was quite wide. It was a magnificent sight as she walked, gracefully, swaying her hips with her back straight and one hand on her hip.
"She was a model before," said the doctor, sensing my admiration.
Entering a smaller room (also fully white from floor to ceiling), Janet faced us.
The room was her home. It had a large white metal hospital bed with several monitors and equipment, Oxygen cylinders and IV stands. Everything was either white or bright metal. Separated by a square arc was a kitchenette, all gleaming white and fully equipped. Her bathroom was separated by a glass wall. It was large, with a jacuzzi and shower along with a massage table. This was a seven-star luxury!
"Sit on the stool my dear," said the doctor, walking behind her while snapping on some disposable gloves.
"Adam, please put on some gloves yourself," he asked me.
"Janet's oral modifications mean that she cannot speak or eat in a normal way. Her new "facial orifice" as we now call it, needs to be plugged and shielded to avoid unnecessary leakages," He continued, fiddling with the back of her mask,
"She needs to be trained to swallow properly and not drool."
"Sorry, I don't foll..," was all I could manage as the rear lock clicked open. The girl squeezed the sides of her stool and her body went rigid as the doctor, now bending to her eye level, pulled the mask away, to a terrible wet sucking sound.
As he stepped aside, I almost fell over backward upon seeing the Girl's face for the first time;
Her mouth was an almost perfect circular fleshy hole, I could see the inside of her mouth was filled with soft moist flesh. The opening was roughly one inch in diameter surrounded by a thick ring of dark pink flesh which used to be her lips. She was drooling onto her chest in long strings of thick saliva/mucus. Her "mouth" looked like a giant sucking device, something out of an alien Sci-fi novel.
The poor girl put out a pierced tongue to lick up her drool, to no avail.
Two short tubes entered her nostrils which were plugged.
"Oh My God!," I couldn't help it exclaim.
"What in the world..," I gasped.
