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"
They call me Dr. Love (calling Dr. love), I've got the cure you're thinkin' of (calling Dr. love)
," the radio blared.
Dr. Lorraine Love's mouth dropped open. She had just changed the Tesla's radio over to MP3 to find this song queued up.
"Kim, seriously?" Lorraine asked the empty car. Her daughter had queued the song up as a joke. After her bimbofication, Kim should have been too dim to pull off a joke involving technology, but Lorraine was beginning to wonder if Kim was really as dumb as her breast augmentation should have made her.
Kim would be dancing at the strip club this evening, and servicing customers in the back room till closing time.
Her eldest daughter was extremely popular, owing mainly to the fact she was a living, breathing Barbie doll with J cup breasts.
Not that Lorraine was any slouch with her G cups. Gwen Kincaid had supervised her transformation while Lorraine herself had supervised Kim's.
Going from Mother to Domme had been an adjustment for Lorraine, but it had been an enjoyable adjustment.
Simple as Kim had become, her knowledge in bed was downright uncanny.
Lorraine pulled onto the gravel drive leading to the farm.
Gwen had been adamant about needing her for this transformation - someone Lisa had created named Amy Lynn.
She pulled up in front of the farmhouse. Lorraine was still dressed for school which meant she was overdressed for her comfort.
She preferred clothing that showed off her assets as much as possible. It wasn't vanity so much as confidence. She wanted people to look and she wanted their lust, which was why the classroom was so much fun.
She could almost smell the erections in the classroom.
She opened the front door to the farmhouse. "Hello?"
The entryway was empty.
She walked down the hall and stopped by the living room.
A young man was passed out on the couch, another was passed out on the floor.
Lorraine studied the man on the floor.
She knelt and cupped his groin. "My goodness, you are healthy." Transformed, at least part way. He'd definitely had penis augmentation.
He didn't stir even with Lorraine's hand massaging his package and her breasts pressed against his face.
Gwen had obviously knocked him out.
Lorraine stood up, smiling as she watched the man's cock hardening down the left leg of his jeans. "Oh, I will definitely give you some therapy a little later."
She continued down the hall to the basement steps.
At the bottom, she found a redhead sleeping on an operating table.
"SlutzNet, identify subject."
"Subject Amy Lynn Bellachik."
"Status?"
"Dual ovarian restructuring. Libido increased by 80%. Cervix dilation."
Lorraine pulled back the sheet. The woman would need new breasts, the C cups were far too small. Lorraine stroked Amy's pale skin. She was beautiful and perfectly formed though too skinny for the Church's taste.
Lorraine cupped the woman's wet sex. Pulling her fingers away, she looked at the pearly white substance that clung to them. "Mmm, freshly fucked." She licked her fingers clean.
Lorraine went to the sub-basement stairs.
She heard voices before she reached the bottom.
She opened the door on the bright room.
"Fuck, is the circus in town?" Lorraine asked.
A fat woman with huge boobs looked at her and grinned.
Gwen looked up from a thick blonde she had strapped to a table. "Oh, you're here." She walked to Lorraine and hugged her before kissing her passionately. "I missed you."
"Me too." Lorraine pointed up. "I just saw your little project. One of them anyway."
"Lots of projects." She pointed at the fat woman. "One of Jason's: Mama Jugs. The muscle man over there is... well, they wiped him completely, he just answers to Mr. Muscles."
"Jesus... he doesn't even know his fucking name?"
He smiled and winked.
"Isn't slowing him down... his girlfriend there is Stella, Jason's father."
"Oh, for fuck's sake..." She shook her head as she looked at the shemale with long black hair.
"And, finally, Cum Slut," Gwen said as she pointed at a naked punk girl covered with tattoos.
"Catchy name." Lorraine nodded toward he cage. "What about those two?"
"Mama Jugs's husband, Bull and his... I don't know what you call her, Cindy... with an 'S'. They're not happy to be here."
Bull glared at her and moved his arms stiffly.
Gwen shrugged. "I had to paralyze him in order to get this little delight out of the cage. It's wearing off." She stroked the blonde curly hair of the thick woman on the operating table.
"What are you going to do with her?"
"She's a submissive, but I think it's all nurture versus nature. I'm going to rummage around in her head and see what I can twist. Your project is the little redhead upstairs."
Lorraine looked at the ceiling and smiled. "What do you have in mind?"
***
Amy opened her eyes.
Her body was a little sore as she tried to move her arms.
They wouldn't budge.
She panicked as she jerked at the Velcro straps that pinned her wrists and ankles.
"Hey, hey, it's okay," the woman said.
Amy fought to focus on the beautiful blonde who smiled down at her.
"Let me go!"
"Amy, it's okay. Gwen just put these on you so you didn't fall off the table." She ripped open the Velcro holding Amy's left wrist and then leaned over her to open the right. "My name is Lorraine. I'm a psychiatrist."
Amy rubbed her wrists as Lorraine undid her ankle straps. "You're Dr. Love?"
Lorraine rolled her eyes. "You know, I'm going to hurt somebody over naming me that."
"It's not your real name?"
"No. It isn't. But, I am a real doctor." She patted Amy's hand. "That better?"
Amy nodded.
"You know what was done to you?"
"Yes. She took my baby." She looked around the room. "It's okay, right? It's not hurt?"
"No, it's perfectly fine. The Church is really amazing. The things they can do? Gwen told you that the fetus would be re-implanted at some point, and she meant it." Lorraine sat down on the stool beside the table. She pressed a button and the upper end of the table inclined until Amy was almost upright. "Comfortable?"
"Yes. Thank you."
Lorraine smiled. "A lot to take in, huh?"
"I feel like I'm in shock."
