Diplomatic Immunity, Part Two

Chapter Three-1

Chapter Three

Terrible Changes

Dr Jannason

In the span of a fortnight, Kelly’s appearance had been changed in the most drastic of ways imaginable.

When I entered the cell, he knelt facing into the corner as required, but when I told him he could get up and come to stand before me, he remained in place, his shoulders bowed and a deep flush washing up his neck. The guard grasped his leash, preparing to jerk him erect.

“No, leave him be,” I ordered then spoke to the shuddering prisoner. “Kelly, I realize that this whole situation is very distressing for you, but I need to see what has happened to your body, so please stand and turn to face me. I assure you this is a strictly medical procedure and believe me, I’ve seen plenty of breasts in my time.”

He got reluctantly to his feet and I nodded at the guard to help him rise, then he turned slowly to face me. His face was bright red with embarrassment and he kept his eyes downcast. Obviously, he was deeply humiliated to be seen naked, especially now with large breasts joggling gently and vulnerably on his chest with each tremulous breath he drew. That wasn’t the only reason his face flamed though, for below, he had a raging erection, from the end of which dripped pearly drops of pre-ejaculate. Tears started to trickle from his eyes and I felt somewhat sorry for him ... but ... he was a danger to the enterprise and my clientele, and by his own curiosity had ended up here.

“Okay, Kelly. You’ve developed physically, precisely as was planned, and apparently your libido has also been affected as desired,” I observed noting that he’d also gained additional flesh over his hips and thighs

He shook his head as much as possible within the strictures of the gag and collar, obviously not liking what had been done to him one bit.

“Now, I have to examine your breasts. Please hold still.”

I gestured to the guard to grasp his neck leash more closely to its collar fastening to hold him in place then arch him backward. In a second Kelly was held helplessly presented before me hands and fingers clenching over his hips while they fought their chains. I reached up and gently cupped his large, warm, trembling, right breast and a torrent of shivers shook his body while I palpitated the tissue, looking for lumps or other abnormalities. Next, I examined the reactions of the erectile flesh of the n****e and aureole by kneading and rolling them gently between my fingers and thumb. A low, trembling moan came from him and when I looked up, his eyes had closed from the surge of sensation emanating from my caressing and teasing of his now distended n****e. He quivered with further arousal while I gently squeezed the erected nubbin and a small drop of milky fluid squeezed from its ducts, while below his erection throbbed and vibrated as though in an earthquake. Obviously, the sensations washing through his body and mind were incredibly arousing, for he began to dance maniacally at the end of his tightly held and slightly suspending neck leash. Now though he began thrusting his breast further outward into my cupping palm! He couldn’t resist the demands of his newly created and sensitive flesh nor of his not so subtly altered responses. That was what I desired.

I moved to his left breast and repeated the process; but this time his response was even more speedy and I stepped aside as a volcanic orgasm shook his pinioned body. Strong jets of sperm pulsed from his manhood and his whole body quivered with the strength of the release and his eyes clenched closed while he howled into his gag. I released the breast and he hung twitching in reaction before me, the guard’s grip on the collar leash being the only thing that kept him on his feet. It took a couple of minutes for him to recover fully then stand on his own, during which time I completed the remainder of the examination. At last I stood before him again and spoke to the guard.

“Please fasten the ceiling chains to his collar,” I spoke to Kelly again.

“Now you have some understanding of how women feel about their breasts and the sensations that they, and now you experience. As I mentioned some time ago, your breasts are fully functional, and can actually lactate. You’ve been forced to develop these organs for experimental purposes Kelly, and eventually you actually will be milked. For the most part, you’ll find it to be a pleasant experience, at first. You should also know that your breasts are quite permanent additions to your body. They will not go away, even if the medication used to create them is stopped.

“However, I have some rather unpleasant things to demonstrate to you before I’m done here today. I want you to understand that your breasts, as women’s, are also extremely sensitive to pain.”

He stared at me in terror while the guard dragged him to the V of chains from the ceiling then began to struggle frantically while the fastening was completed. I took a set of long-nosed surgical pliers and a dental pick from my lab coat pocket and approached where he hung shaking his head and weeping unashamedly. He stepped back a pace when I approached and immediately lost his footing, all the while wailing lustily into his gag. As a last resort he began shaking and writhing his body; breasts joggling in their own constricted orbits.

“Hold him!” I ordered.

Kelly was grasped around the waist by the burly guard; all the while staring down in horror at the implements I held. I carefully grasped his prominently erected right n****e at its base with the narrow jaws of the pliers, but didn’t close them, and instead pulled it gently and slowly out of his breast. I let it retract, then did it again under more tension and held it. Wails of startled pain blasted through his flared nostrils, and again his eyes clenched closed. I took the dental pick and gently pressed its tip against the skin of the captured n****e, then the aureole, and finally at different points all around the mass of the heaving and trembling breast. With each gentle little prick, a hissing wail came from him and he writhed dementedly against the guard’s clamping arm, shaking his upper body in a frantic attempt to escape the tensioning of his n****e and the, I’m sure, quite painful assaults with the pick. I repeated the procedure on his other breast and all the while, desperate, sobbing pleas tried to force themselves up his filled throat and around the efficient gag pad. I finished the painful little tests, satisfied that he really did have fully functional breasts, then stood back and spoke again.

“And so, Kelly, you understand, a little, why women protect their bodies as they do. You are also aware of the need to wear a bra, having the size of breasts you now possess. I reiterate that they are now a part of your body and will remain so for the rest of your life. However, what I have just shown you has practical value for the experimental processes you will undergo in the coming years.”

His eyes opened while I spoke. The guard had released his grip and now stood behind him, awaiting further orders. Kelly stared at me with a mixture of horror and foreboding, then shook his head as vigorously as possible, making grunting noises that obviously meant he wanted to be freed.

“Sad to say, Kelly, but you better get used to the idea that cells very much like this will be your only home from now on, and you will always be kept leashed and restrained. Now, here’s the basic program of what will happen to you over the next while.

“I’ll see you again in three days time, just before we begin to fit you with your restraint and discipline body jewellery. At that time you may be given a brief chance to speak, perhaps your last for some years to come. The various operations and affixing of the pieces of your restraint ensemble will take three days to complete fully and during that time you’ll be kept unconscious.

“On the first day, you’ll have every hair removed from your head, face, and body. It’s actually a multi-pronged process. We employ laser, chemical, and dietary hormones, and those you’ve already had placed in your food since you arrived. On day two we will complete all of the piercing operations, then the mounting of your body jewellery and basic restraints. The third day you will be operated upon to receive your oral restraint system. It also acts as a speech suppression aid, even if you’re not wearing a gag of some sort. The times in the future when you will not be fitted with an oral cavity block are, unfortunately for you, going to be very, very few. You’ll wear it for a number of reasons, none of which truly need be explained. Just suffice it to say that speech has become a luxury you are now denied.

“From that point, you’ll be kept under light sedation for four to seven days while the initial healing of the wounds takes place, then a further seven days will pass with reduced amounts of medication while you acclimatize yourself to the various devices you’ll be wearing from that point on.

“You need have no fears about the competency of the doctors and technicians who will be working on you for all are most highly qualified in their various fields. During this period, you’ll be kept in a cell here in the hospital; just as are all of our female clients.

“And so, about three weeks from now, you’ll be taken to the laboratory to be equipped with your complete restraint harness and all of its accessories. We’ll do the major adjustments at that time, and as soon as that’s been completed – it takes a couple of hours – you’ll be taken to one of the holding cells in the testing area of complex to get fully acclimatized to your new ensemble. In all likelihood, you’ll probably be kept there between three to four months, depending on the number of clients I have to process, but I’ll visit regularly to check on your progress and adjustment to your new life.

“During this period, due to the severity of the restriction of free movement that your new equipment imposes, you will be required to exercise regularly on the machines in the cell.

“We’ll move into the testing stage fairly soon after the healing has been completed and when the tests are completed, perhaps a year from now, you’ll then be placed in long term-storage for the foreseeable future.

“Occasionally, you may be removed to have additions made to your equipment, or to have some of its portions replaced or modified, but you’ll never know it of course, for you will be unconscious when it occurs.

“Kelly,” I said, staring straight into his disbelieving eyes, “the balance of your life is not going to be very pleasant, on a lot of levels. However, you may discover, as some of the more masochistic female clients have, the means by which to turn your physical and mental distress into a form of pleasure. Speaking of the female clients ... there is truly, for you, only one way out of here, and that is as a female, or an hermaphrodite.”

His head shook wildly against its restrictions when I said this and then tried to back away from me as though I had threatened him with a cobra held to his face.

“This clinic is capable of completing the full gamut of gender and s****l reassignment surgeries and should one of our future clients decide to purchase you ... then that will become your fate. To repeat, it is the only way you’ll be permitted to leave, but it will not be an escape. You will always be kept in the exact same equipment and restraints that are now ‘standard issue’ for female clients. Who ever it may be, you will be held by your new owner in total security, equal to or exceeding the levels employed here. There is no possible way for you to escape, no matter what you may think possible.

“Oh, one last thing ... Your guard will be in to see you before we begin, in two days. We need a sample of your sperm for genetic and DNA coding, and perhaps some future use. You may or may not enjoy the experience. Now, I must go, and so will see you in three days time.”