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Part 10 - Cocoon to Butterfly
Deborah wasn't sure when she'd awakened. The transition from artificial coma to groggy
consciousness was blurred by thick layers of gauze that enclosed her head, blocking all
light and muffling sound. The first sensation she was aware of was the acrid scent and
flavor of rubber that filled her nose and mouth. Then she felt the pain.
A variety of dull aches and sharp complaints told of unseen offenses against her body. Her
bound eyes burned; her mouth felt like a fresh ragged wound stuffed with cotton that was
fouled with antiseptic, rubber, and her own blood.
Her abdomen felt like it was being crushed in a giant fist, squeezed so tightly that she could
take only shallow breaths, a task made more difficult by a sloshing burden that pressed
down on her chest. Knives stabbed her sides, and her nipples burned as though on fire. Her rectum
felt tortured and violated, her private parts tender and strange. A plastic intruder lodged in her
cotton-swathed pussy. Patches of lesser soreness dotted her body from ankle to neck, and a sharp,
burning lump in her throat seemed to stab her every time she swallowed or moaned.
Deprived of her senses and still sluggish from the anaesthetic, Deborah was badly
disoriented. She remembered a rubber mask held in a white-gloved hand, and flickering,
distorted memories from her captivity. But were the horrible images real, was she really
awake - or merely trapped in a long nightmare? She tried to writhe, but felt every limb
restrained, and had a vision of the sinister table that again held her captive: as a black
monster with scores of tentacles that held her fast. She shuddered - then started as warm
human hands grasped her arm.
Someone was there with her. Large, strong hands grasped her firmly, but not ungently. A
finger stroked her bicep. Deborah thought she could hear the visitor speaking, but the thick
gauze that blocked her ears muffled the words. The hands released the bands that held
her arms and began stretching and flexing them.
As her unresisting arms were rotated upwards until her elbows touched behind her head,
the girl had another vision, of a green giant who had tended and comforted her. The
memory relaxed her. The visitor's muffled mumblings continued as she refastened her
subject's arms, then released and flexed her legs. By the time the visitor had finished
manipulating her the bound, blinded girl felt more exhausted than afraid. As she was left
alone again she drifted back into sedated oblivion.
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Similar visits punctuated the isolation of Deborah's mummified recovery, along with others
during which latex fingers poked at connections that sprouted from her arms and anus to
meet the basic needs of her body. As the drugs wore off her pains at first intensified, then
slowly ebbed as her carefully tended body healed its many hurts.
Mental recovery was more elusive. She felt increasingly alert. but clear memories and
understanding of her situation continued to escape her. Blinded, nearly deaf, and deprived
of any means to mark the passage of time, it was impossible to get her bearings. The
distinction between sleep and wakefulness was meaningless as she hovered in perpetual
darkness, visited by weird visions of her captivity and training, and sometimes her previous
life. Her reaction was detached, like someone watching a surreal movie rather than
recalling things that had actually happened to her. Deborah felt as though merely enclosed
within this tortured, restrained body, rather than owning and controlling it.
Her darkened daze was broken suddenly by rubber fingers prodding at her swollen breasts.
First the right, then the left, the fingers jabbed and squeezed around the still-tender nipples
and where the chemically softened flesh blossomed from her torso. More muffled words, in
a lower tone, then a mechanical snap reverberated through the table and her body was
pitching forward. The table rotated past upright, until she hung in her bonds perhaps 60
degrees past the vertical. The huge, liquid-filled tit-bags swung heavily beneath her; she
could feel their weight pulling at the skin where they joined her chest.
After a moment she felt the fingers fumbling at her armpit, attaching something to the port
that protruded from her there. When the fingers departed she felt something dangling from
her, then the process was repeated at her other side.
Suddenly there was a hissing sound and the girl felt the already ponderous sacs inflating
further. After a few seconds the hissing stopped, but her jugs continued to swell. A
crackling, bubbling sound that could not penetrate the cotton that covered her ears passed
instead through her body, frightening her. The skin over her tits became tightly stretched,
but as minutes ticked by the pressure continued to grow. Was she going to burst??
At last the crackling began to subside, along with the rate of expansion. When it stopped
she was painfully swollen, but the hands were unsympathetic, pressing aggressively into
the over-inflated jugs. They slapped and kneaded them like dough, to the great discomfort
of their bearer.
Finally satisfied with the tits' new shape the invisible hands stopped these abuses, and with
a metal tool reached into the small open wound in the helpless captive's armpit to snip off
some connection. Still showing little care for the pain they caused they trimmed off a bit of
excess flesh, tucked and arranged some more, and carefully stitched the incision closed.
The procedure was repeated at the girl's opposite armpit, and the twin wounds were
dressed with more cotton and tape.
As the unseen attendant finished his work his lips must have been near Deborah's hidden
ear, as she was able to catch the phrase "48 hours to cure" spoken to some unseen
assistant or spectator. Without further communication she was left alone again,
semi-prone with the weighty and now drum-tight jugs dangling below her.
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Deborah received no visitors during the 48 hour curing period, and knowing how long she
hung there, fixed and senseless, seemed worse than not knowing. Boredom became her
chief tormentor, replacing pain and confusion. After a while she began singing nonsense
songs to no one, sometimes in her head and sometimes with a hum and mumble through
the gauze that still stuffed her mouth. Not often audibly, though, because any effort at
speech still brought pain to her voice box.
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Silent hands suddenly brushed the girl's skin, making her jump in her bonds. The catches
were released and she was rotated onto her back again. The rubber fingers poked and
probed at her inflated tits; palms pressed and tested them. There was no more sloshing,
and the outsized jugs no longer drooped off her chest onto her arms. They were firmer now
and sat more fully on her chest - unfortunately this increased the burden they imposed on
her breathing.
After a thorough inspection the groping hands were apparently satisfied, and began to peel
away the dressings that covered various wounds. A second pair of hands swabbed the
sites as they were exposed.
The long bandages that wrapped the captive subject's head began to unwind. As the
cotton thinned sound began to penetrate; Deborah heard the clink of metal tools and orders
issued in an increasingly familiar male voice. At last the final strip was removed from her
upper face, the thick gauze patches over her eyes peeled away.
The girl gazed up into a blurry brightness, blinking lids that felt heavy and stiff. She tried to
squint to clear her vision, but could not - her eyes felt as though pulled wide under the
bright overhead lights. After long effort she focused, and the dark shadow that loomed over
her, silhouetted in the floodlights, was revealed. The developer looked down on her,
smiling.
It all came back to her in a cascade of dark memories: the abduction, the tortures, the
perverted treatments and forced training. Deborah wanted to scream and weep at the
suddenly-recalled abuses, and the horrible confirmation that this was no nightmare: her
plight was all too real. But no tears came to her eyes, and only a faint, high mew escaped
past the stuffings of her mouth.
"Hello again, Jasmine. Time for the butterfly to come out of her cocoon." He shined a
penlight into her eyes and began to examine her upper face. "Mmm, the swelling is almost
down, very nice work. As usual."
Deborah's eyes blinked against the stinging light, but not rapidly; the lids flapped oddly from
wide open to fully closed, and back again.
"Very nice, good symmetry at rest and in motion. Let's get a look at your ears." Peeling
away more gauze pads he shined his light at the sides of her head. "Hmmm, the
reinforcements here will need more time to heal, but we're making progress."
Gingerly he peeled away a nest of tape and cotton that covered Deborah's nose, exposing
it. "Still some swelling here, but coming along nicely." He looked into his subject's wide
eyes. "Your old nose was a little high-peaked for your master's taste; I think he'll be happy
with the improvement."
"Now before we check your mouth, I need to test your XDT port." He pressed two fingers
into the ends of the rubber tubes that protruded from Deborah's nostrils, cutting off her air.
At first she didn't react, stunned as she was and trying to guess what might happen next.
But soon the pressure built in her lungs, and she gazed in frightened confusion into the
developer's placid face. He was just sitting there - with his fingers in her nose and her
mouth stuffed, how was she supposed to breathe?
The girl felt the pressure rising in her face as it flushed. She pressed her forehead against
the restraining band, trying futilely to break free. Finally she shut her eyes and sucked
reflexively through her blocked nose, pulling the developer's fingers tight into the rubber
tubes.
There was a dull pop at the front of her throat, and life-giving oxygen rushed into her lungs.
As she drew rapid shallow breaths, Deborah felt no air passing through her nose or mouth,
but a faint gasping sound seemed to come from her neck.
"Good, now let's see if it closes properly." The developer removed his fingers from the
confused girl's nose and air began moving through the tubes that plumbed it. He repeated
the experiment several times to make certain her new appliance was functioning properly.
He smiled, and as he drew the long, greasy rubber tubes from the girl's tender nostrils
explained.
"We've installed a pressure activated valve and micro-pore air filter at the front of your
larynx. Now you don't have to worry about breathing when you deep throat. You'll be able to
keep it up for hours without coming up for air - if your master can hold out that long!
Doesn't that sound like fun? For cosmetics we've covered the filter port with a pretty gold
grille. I think you'll be pleased when you see it."
"Now we can look at your mouth. The surgeons did a lot of work here...."
While Deborah's flush faded and she reeled at the news of her modifications, the developer
unwrapped the long cotton bandages that circled her lower face. When they were removed,
he began plucking out the volumes of stained gauze that packed her oral cavity. As his
forceps brushed her lips the girl noted they felt swollen and taut. After the last gauze was
drawn between them the developer reached in with his forceps and pried out a rubber form
that had pressed down on her tongue and blocked the entrance to her throat. With a
different type of forceps he propped her jaw open, and gazed inside with the penlight.
"Twelve, get in here with a rinse, there's too much blood to see."
The ominously masked attendant clicked to the table side, rolling a heavy cart from which
she deployed a pair of tools. While the developer held the girl's jaws open the nurse
sprayed cool water around inside it, immediately sucking it up again with a noisy suction
wand. When she was done the developer peered inside again, bending and twisting to view
from every angle.
"OK, it looks like everything is holding pretty well. Your master really went for all the
options - It looks like a cock's amusement park in here!"
When he withdrew his instruments and turned away, the girl felt nervously about the inside
of her mouth with her tongue. At first it felt like he'd left her mouth littered with bits of
rubber - but as she groped blindly she realized the various knobs and ridges had been
implanted under the flesh that lined her mouth, becoming part of her. There were rows of
resilient balls along her tongue, and the piercing near its tip now held a small,
soft-bristled rubber brush. More rubbery balls were implanted under the soft, slick flesh of
her palate, turning it into a mogul field. Her cheeks were lined with pliable vertical ridges...
instantly she recalled a word the developer had used before her latest surgeries, that had
seemed impossible: these must be the "gills" that he'd promised her.
As she reached out with the tongue-brush to test her lips, the girl noticed her jaw movement
was restricted. Closing or opening her mouth now felt as though she were working against
springs, and the natural at-rest position of her jaw was no longer closed but slightly agape.
Her rubbery new lips were so bloated that her tongue could barely reach past them.
"Nooo!" she groaned, or meant to. Only a vague moan emerged from her modified mouth,
cut short by the sting any effort at speech brought to her voice box.
"That probably hurt, since your larynx is still swollen from the recent implant. My
professional advice is to lie quietly and give it a chance to heal. You'll be giving hummers
again painlessly in no time. Twelve, get her face cleaned up there, will you?" As the silent
enslaved nurse swabbed stinging antiseptic around Deborah's eyes, nose, and ears, the
developer rolled his stool level with her chest and leaned over her with a large syringe.
Instead of a shiny needle the device was tipped with a thin, stiff catheter.
He grasped one of his subject's swollen nipples and easily pressed the catheter into its tip.
She inhaled sharply but, surprisingly, there was little pain. His tight grip on the still-sore
bud hurt worse then the penetration. He pressed the plunger on the syringe and the girl felt
a swelling beneath the nipple.
"This is one of our newest developments," the developer offered as he emptied the rest of
the syringe's contents into his helpless subject's other breast. "Elastic reservoirs beneath
your nipples can be filled with up to 60 milliliters each of your master's choice of liquid."
He bent suddenly, and Deborah was shocked as he took a nipple into his mouth and
sucked at it. The incredulous girl felt liquid flowing from her, and the swelling decreased
slightly. When the developer's face reappeared it bore a grimace, until he spat the
dispensed liquid into a plastic cup. Quickly he repeated the unexpected suckling at her
other teat.
"Blah. I only get to taste saline to test the valves, but our customers have used the
reservoirs for things like spirits, sweet syrups, and stimulants. My own preference is for a
little espresso vodka and Viagra cocktail...but you'll have to wait and see where your master's
tastes lie. Of course there's no requirement that both reservoirs receive the same filling."
He grinned as he squeezed the swollen teats painfully, then sat back. "No leaks, good. I
really like this option - besides the convenience offered, I think the implants make your
nipples nice and puffy. More to scale with your new breasts. Which have turned out very
nicely, I must say." He gave the massive tit nearest him a playful slap, and his victim
whimpered quietly while it shook and shimmied.
Next he bent out of the restrained girl's view to inspect incisions along her side. "I'm glad
you found a master who recognizes your natural potentials. Your figure was already fine
after the hysterectomy and partial colostomy, but he ordered the maximum possible waist
reduction which will make a very nice contrast with your full hips. We've removed the lower
pairs of ribs," he tapped the girl's still-tender sides just below the overhanging tit-meat,
causing her to buck slightly, "and performed one of our most exciting new procedures: the
'Invisible Corset.'"
"Working arthroscopically from small incisions under the ribs and in the navel and cervix,
our specialist trimmed and tightened the muscle fascia of your abdomen. Weak points
prone to herniation were reinforced with a fine kevlar cloth. Then he made a few
strategic and inconspicuous tucks to your skin. The effect is a natural-looking constriction,
as profound as what could normally be obtained only by long months of very strict corset
training. And the internal reduction is so effective that we can get a good measurement
while still leaving enough subcutaneous fat to hide your abdominal muscles. Not many
clients like to see a six-pack on their pleasure dolls, you know."
The developer reached under the girl and wrapped a tape around her waist. "42
centimeters...not the smallest we've achieved but much better than a 2-to-1 ratio with your
natural 97cm hips. We'll provide your master with the proper dietary requirements to make
sure you keep your new figure."
"Now let's see the tender parts..." He moved away and at the touch of a button the
hydraulically operated table slowly spread its captive's legs. The developer rolled his stool
between them and peeled away more dressings. With a rubberized finger he poked gently
at the girl's clitty, making her gasp and spasm as though jolted with electricity.
"Excellent. Here we've trimmed away most of the sheath and enhanced the blood flow.
Basically, your clitoris is now always erect and at peak sensitivity. We've also injected a
little dollop of silicone just behind it, to push it out a little, for presentation. Very nice effect I
think."
Next he stroked the girl's bald labia, which felt distended and rubbery much like her upper
lips. "With the extreme vaginal stretching that was ordered for you, we were concerned that
it'd be difficult to keep your labia taut and neat-looking. Your master took our advice and
allowed us to implant some silicone here. Now your labia can stretch to accommodate
anything that will fit inside you, and more, but will always snap back to a tidy appearance. I
see your surgeon opted for semi-rigid curved implants, so you'll always gape a little down
here. Nice choice."
The developer stood now and slid his gaze from his subject's head to her toes, and back.
"Your waste valve has already been tested and is working well. That's a mechanically
operated valve that we located an appropriate distance up your colon, to prevent messy
accidents that are common with a bowel as abbreviated as yours. From now on you'll be
evacuated via a nozzle inserted up your ass to engage the valve. A little enema, if needed,
and a good flush. Below the valve you'll always be clean and ready for your master's cock.
We've also rerouted your urethra to dump into your colon above the waste valve, so you see
maintenance is really simplified." His tone revealed his pride in the clinic's work.
"That's about it, except for some little silicone pads we slipped under your glutes to round
out your butt just right. Oh, there was also some minor lipo here and there to tighten up
some soft spots, and the piercings, but that's all routine. The major procedures all look to
be successful and healing well. Wait till you see yourself - you're shaping up as a very fine
pleasure companion, and I think you're going to make your master very happy!" he
beamed.
"We haven't done anything more with your legs so you should be up on your feet and back
in training very soon. But for now you get to rest a little longer - after a little refresher
training. Twelve? The 1.0 setup for now. Just to get her back in rhythm after being down a
while."
While the nurse busied herself the developer turned back to his restrained project. "I
expect this is all a lot to absorb but don't forget your duties now, Jasmine! There are still a
few sessions left with the HOE and I know you want to earn your pain blockers. I'll be back
later to see how you've done." With a bang the swinging door closed behind him.
The girl's head spun as she tried to envision and comprehend all the changes that had
been inflicted upon her. She barely noticed as Nurse Twelve touched the oral training prod
to her new lip-tunnel, where it was sucked in reflexively until it formed a tight seal. As the
anal waste nozzle was disengaged and replaced with the segmented training prod the girl
struggled to recall exactly how she came to be in this position, what she had done to
deserve this treatment. When the masked attendant slipped out the vaginal retainer, then
used two hands to fit a massive, well-greased, multi-function training dildo into her gaping
pussy, Deborah's mind wept - but no tears welled in her wide, smiling eyes.
She started slightly as the commanding voice and lurid images of the training program
began on the overhead screen, but overwhelmed as she was she could not focus on them.
Struggling with confusion and despair, Deborah lay nearly oblivious as the modified body
that had once been her own responded unconsciously to the programmed instructions,
sucking and squeezing with trained precision.
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