A Body Mod
Inspired by [this picture](%5C), this stars an unfortunate dragon who has fallen victim to Dr. Moreau, who this time seems to be taking his time over this transformation.
WARNING: CONTAINS CASTRATION.
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Gary woke feeling groggy and disorientated. He couldn't remember where he was, and tried to shake off his drowsiness. It was when he found his head was immobilized by some form of binding, keeping him staring straight ahead. He tried to cry out, but found his mouth full, blocked by some kind of tube. His draconic muzzle was held shut by something, too. Now starting to panic, he tried to thrash about, but found his arms, legs and tail held solidly in place by restraints that gave ever so slightly as he moved. The way he moved felt wrong, too: had something happened? Was he held still because he'd had an accident, and would hurt himself if he moved?
Gary's heart beat hard and fast. All he could see in front of him was an enormous TV screen - surely that was unusual for a hospital? And why was he upright? What was going on here?
"Ah, good, you are awake," said a wolf, stepping into view. He was dressed in a shabby grey suit, as though designed not to attract attention, but by someone who did not quite understand how it all worked.
"I am sure you are wondering what is happening by now. Well, rather than saying, I shall show you." With a flourish, he produced a remote control, and the screen flickered into life.
Gary watched as the TV showed his unconscious body being hefted onto a table. He was naked, and his green scales glinted in the light. Gary flushed, while onscreen he was manhandled easily by the wolf. Although he wasn't heavily muscled, he was still toned and athletic; the smaller canine shouldn't have been able to lift him so easily. The wolf was easily able to fix his arms into padded restraints that covered his wrist to the mid-point of his forearms, and legs to half-way up his calves.
Gary breathed heavily around the tube in his mouth. This wasn't possible! How could this freak have just kidnapped him? "Ah..." The wolf leaned back in, smiling sharply. "I do apologise, but I forgot to turn you on."
A burst of pleasure shot through Gary's loins. He bucked as much as he could, shocked less by the intensity of the pulse than by the fact he was feeling any sexual pleasure at all, as he watched the doctor on screen insert a the tube to his mouth, penetrating further down until his oesophagus and trachea until he decided they were firmly in place, and then taped his muzzle shut. He had no more than a slight tingle, a little excitement in his groin, but he couldn't be turned on by this!
The doctor turned away from his prone body, out of shot, and came back holding a scalpel. Delicately, he lifted the scales on Gary's chest just beneath the nipple, where the slightly swell of muscle met the solid, flat ribs, and with a quick, confident stroke, sliced through the skin beneath. Blood began to ooze from the wound, to the conscious Gary's horror.
The doctor began to cut beneath the skin of Gary's chest. His fingers were just visible, moving in obscene ripples under the scales, creating a cavity. He brought in a silver dish, which he rested on Gary's stomach. Reaching into it, he pulled out a stringy mass of yellow-pink flesh, the tips of which he began to slide into the gaping slit in Gary's chest. Gary watched in horror as more and more of the false flesh slid into him, ending with a small nodule that was pushed up beneath his nipple, making it stand out as if it were cold. The wolf then ran his finger along the cut. Bizarrely, his skin fused shut, as if there were never any wound at all.
Gary had a fresh burst of warmth in his groin as the mad doctor repeated the process beneath his other nipple. The result was a barely noticeable swelling of his chest, making it look as if he had better muscles than before. Gary couldn't work out why he was getting more turned on. Nothing was touching him, not even a breeze, so it had to be all in his head!
Another slit was cut down Gary's hip, from buttock to knee. Yet more of the stringy pseudo-flesh slipped into him, this time being pushed round into his buttocks as well as down his legs. Instead of sealing the cut all the way this time, the wolf left some of the fibers hanging out.
"Now I am afraid this part is rather boring," said the wolf, leaning back into Gary's view. Onscreen, his prone form was lowered into some kind of tank, which began to fill with a highly viscous pink liquid. "This is the period while the implants become meshed with your nervous system, allowing feedback loops and taking sustenance from your circulatory system. Nothing to see, so we shall skip over it."
The screen flickered. He didn't seem to have moved at all, but the muscle on his arms had faded slightly, and stomach was a little less defined, as if he hadn't been working out for a while. The pink goo seemed to cling to his flesh as he was raised from the tank, giving his scales a slightly pink tinge.
The doctor manipulated his unconscious form's chest and thighs. "Yes, those seem to have bedded in well. Perfect. We can begin growth stimulation, after this morning's procedure."
A fresh wave of pleasure swept through Gary. He felt like he had to be hard now, but with nothing touching him, he couldn't tell. "For the time being, though, I shall begin with the hair."
Gary examined his form. He couldn't see any hair on his scales, so what was the madman talking about? His question was soon answered as the wolf carried in a large skullcap that appeared to be lined with needles. Placing it on the bare scales of Gary's head, he activated it, and sharp needles began to dig into him, over and over again, injecting something, putting it beneath the skin.
Gary shifted his head, as far as he could. Was it his imagination, or was something brushing against his shoulders?
The wolf left the device on his head, and moved further down. His long, thin fingers cradled the dragon's ballsac, and slowly teased out Gary's pink penis from his sheath. "Hmm, it would appear we need this to be bigger, so we have enough material to work with."
Gary felt a wave of relief wash over him. At least he wasn't trying to take his manhood, even if it was being insulted. "I shall inject a growth serum, and hopefully it shall be larger next time. Meanwhile, there is another organ that need to be enlarged."
The fingers cradling his balls pulled them tight. With a flash of light, a scalpel sliced straight through, and exposed twin orbs, glistening with blood. Before Gary could even react, the doctor had pulled out his testicles, and severed the cords linking them to his body. "There. I will keep these for later."
Gary bucked his hips. A fresh burst of pleasure rolled out from his groin even as horror filled his mind. This wasn't- couldn't be possible! He wasn't gay, he had never had the slightest fantasy about castration, but the sensation running through his loins, the sexual anticipation that was growing in him was undeniable, no matter how much he tried.
Something wet began to trickle down his leg.
While Gary had been distracted by his own, as yet unseen, body, the doctor on screen had been working. Between his legs was a bloody mess, as the doctor cut through flesh. Taking a tube, he fed it into the gaping wound, attaching it to something unseen within him. More tubes were attached to his penis, as well as the nodules erupting from his thighs and clamping onto his nipples, while the machine surrounding his head was pulled away, leaving nothing more than irritated scale. "Now, we shall allow some time for the growth to take effect."
Gary's body was lowered back into the pink gunk of the tank. At the same time, the tubes filled with a white gel. "Let us speed this up a little."
The screen gave a slight flicker, now showing time-lapse photography. Gary watched, as his chest began to swell, pushing slowly outwards. At the same time, his hips and rear began to buldge as the implants grew within him, fusing in his body. A strange mound began to from at his crotch, beneath the thickening tube of his penis. And the same time, fine hair began to push out all over his head, thin blonde wisps floating in the pink goo.
Gary panicked. His stomach was virtually quivering now, waves of sexual excitement radiating from his crotch. He couldn't understand how he was getting more aroused, as he watched his form swell into femininity, muscles twitching beyond his control as his pleasure built.
The flickering stopped. Gary was raised back out of the fluid, and this time he realized that it was staining his scales, the green fading to a dull pink. His body could no longer be called masculine, with breasts that could fill a grasping hand, and hips that had swelled out to the width of his shoulders. His muscle had faded away, slimming his arms and softening his body.
The doctor stepped back into frame, his jacket removed and shirt sleeves rolled up. "Today should be our final session of surgery, assuming all goes correctly. I shall start with some work on the face."
The wolf's long, bony fingers caressed Gary's muzzle. Stripping off the tape, he pulled out the tubes that had breathed for the dragon and fed him, and held his jaw open. Finger pinched a tooth, and with hideous strength, tore it from the gum. He dropped it casually in a waiting kidney dish. The rest of his jaw was soon a bloody mess, crimson leaking over his cheeks.
From another dish, the canine removed a semicircle of white plastic that he pushed against the wounds of the upper jaw. The flesh seemed to part, wrapping around the plastic before sealing shut, stopping the flow of blood. The same happened with the lower jaw, making it look, from a distance at least, as though he still had normal teeth, but as the doctor tested them, the plastic facsimiles gave and bent softly. They wouldn't stop anything that went in his mouth.
The doctor wasn't finish with his mouth yet. Splitting his mouth as wide as it would go, he inserted a strange instrument down his gullet. Gary could see the buldge in his throat begin to twitch and stir obscenely.
Gary tried to rub his legs together. Heat was pouring from his groin, impossibly horny now. He was on the verge of orgasm, despite not being touched. He trembled and jiggled, his body moving in odd ways.
Meanwhile, the doctor's thin, sharp back had blocked the camera's view of the procedure being carried out on his face, until he lent back, revealing he of Gary's eyes pulled open.
Gary trembled as he stared into his own blank blue eyes.
The canine held his hands perfectly still, one holding a syringe. There was something unreal about the way he smoothly slid the tip of the needle into the cornea, and pushed the plunger. A tiny section of the eye turned pink.
He plunged the needle into Gary's eye again and again, with the delicacy and precision of a machine, until his whole iris was colour changed. As the doctor let his eyelid fall and stuffed tubes back into his maw, twisting aside the false teeth, Gary saw that his lips looked plumped up as well.
"Almost finished," said the doctor, moved down Gary's body. He picked up the grossly swollen penis, massaging the mound beneath. "Ah, yes, it would appear that we now have enough erectile tissue and nerve endings to work with."
Gary moaned as Moreau picked up a scalpel. He needed to touch himself, so badly, his whole body burning with lust, but the doctor was going to take his cock, he knew. Leaving him with no way of giving in to his urges.
The doctor cut cleanly along the top, stopping just beneath the head. He circled the tip, sliding the blade beneath the skin. Delicately teasing the flesh apart, he stripped layer after layer from the engorged phallus, leaving them still connected to Gary's body, placed on the scales of his stomach.
The doctor cut into Gary again, this time at the site where his balls once hung. A mess of pulsing flesh was revealed, which he massaged gently with his fingers. "Perfect! The prostate gland is now producing enough fluid to be used for lubrication purposes. All it will take is a little re-structuring."
Gary's eyes rolled back in his head. The sensation was too intense, and he hated himself for loving it. Muscles clenched out of his control.
Moreau carefully wove the nerves cut from the dragons into the gland. On each side of the deep tunnel forming between Gary's legs, he layered in the dense matt of blood vessels that would normally have held his penis up hard and firm. The skin from his belly, stretched and dyed pink, was gently sealed in place, leaving just the almost severed tip of his penis out side. This the doctor cut down in size again, before pushing it into place at the tip of the new vagina, at last forming Gary's new clitoris.
The picture faded to black as the dragon was lowered back into the gel. Gary panted. He couldn't think what came next- if he'd be allowed to finally touch himself.
The wolf stepped back into Gary's field of view, just to one side of the screen. Now, it is time to see the final creation."
The screen snapped back on, and Gary saw a female dragon on the table pink on her back and rear but yellow over the front of her torso, bound by her arms and legs. She was massively overdeveloped, an obscene mockery of what a woman should be. Enormous breasts covered her chest, so large that they formed cleavage naturally, and tipped with prominent bright pink nipples. Her stomach was soft and bulked up, fat, but not nearly as fat as her curvaceous hips and bulky thighs. And between those legs, a gaping vagina, that pulsed and gleamed with the evidence of lust. A flow of thick, clear liquid was dripping out, glistening down her legs and pooling on the restraints.
Gary flushed with lust again. At the same time, he saw the female dragon on the screen tilt her head, pink eyes widening with the pleasure, and long blonde hair shaking down her back. His mind was fogged with confusion- he couldn't think properly- he didn't want that dragon, that overly sexed whore, to be him-
With out warning, the wolf pulled out the tubes. Before Gary could react, he pressed a button on his remote, and the restraint clicked open. He just caught himself before he fell to the floor, but the steps he took sent electrical shocks of ecstasy shot up his legs to the depths of his cunt.
He couldn't help himself. He fell to his knees, shocks that further aroused him, and both hands flew between his legs. They traced the outline of his lips, before plunging deep into his groin.
He couldn't bring himself to look down at his body. Instead, he watched on the screen as the busty, stupid looking bimbo masturbated, her fingers deep inside her gaping hole. He let out a moan, and then pretended it was her that the high pitched, slutty moan came from.
"Good," said the doctor. "It seems your modifications have taken. Just a few more things to test now."
He pressed the remote again, and Gary's nipples tingled unbearably. His hands caressed them, and to his surprise- and pleasure- he saw milk begin to drip from the breasts of the horny dragon on the screen.
"Excellent! Your new owner will be pleased with how well that worked. But in the mean time..." The wolf held out a dildo to the dragon, fully eighteen inches long and as thick as Gary's new, weakened, wrists. "Perhaps you'd like to play with this."
Gary snatched it from his hands, and drew it to lips of his vagina. Slowly, he began to split himself with it, the hard erectile tissue giving resistance, and nerves setting off wave after wave of pleasure. He humped the dildo over and over, setting off spasms in his muscles, his body quivering, milk spattering on his legs as his body reveled in the ecstasy of submission to his desire.
And he couldn't cum.
He looked at the screen, seeing the dragoness there ride the penetrating phallus, giving out high pitched moans. A slick pool of vaginal juices and milk had collected beneath her, and it was still spreading.
"It is now time for the last test." The doctor pushed a button.
A white hot burst of pleasure. Gary threw back his head and screamed as muscles clenched. Rolling heat flooded his body, completely beyond anything he had ever felt- anything he could ever have conceived of-
He came to, panting heavily, on the floor, lying in a puddle of his own juice. He was still horny.
He propped himself up on his elbows, trying to ignore the sensation coming from his breasts as his arms rubbed them. "Why..."
He closed his eyes. His voice was high pitched and breathy, like a porn star. "Why did you do this to me?"
The doctor cocked his head and a confused look passed over his face, as if he had never considered the question.
"Why not?"
Pointing the remote again, he pressed a button, and Gary blacked out.