- Chapter 8 -

Brianna awoke the next morning refreshed and invigorated. She opened her eyes and spied the effeminate receptionist hovering over the male patient's bed. As he stood upright, he glanced around furtively and was slightly taken aback by finding himself being observed by Brianna. He hurriedly wiped his mouth and made his way over to a clothes hamper located by the entrance to the shower area. He dumped a small wad of rags into the bin and prissily turned towards Brianna.

"Just couldn't keep your hands to yourself, could you little missy?" he hissed.

"What?" Brianna half replied, trying to figure out what he was talking about.

"It took me almost an hour to clean him up. His dick was practically glued to his stomach!" he huffily replied.

"I'm sure that was a nightmare for you Philip, cleaning that huge cock up." said a voice from behind Philip. Philip tensed and turned to face the doctor.

"All I'm saying is she has no business pulling off the vacuum tube or doing anything with him for that matter. What if she had ripped his IVs out?" he seethed.

"I'm sure that it won't happen ever again, Philip. Brianna is getting moved to a private room today." the doctor said smiling broadly.

Philip puffed and made a grand, trampling exit past the doctor. The doctor was still smiling, looking down at his shoes with a slight chuckle.

"Philip acts like someone was playing with his own private play toy." He said, almost to himself. "So how are we feeling today?", he said, looking up at Brianna sheepishly.

Brianna hesitated for a moment, taking an inventory of her body to see if there were any aches or soreness associated with last night's escapades. To her surprise, she felt absolutely fantastic with no aberrant soreness that one would think one would experience after having their body ravished in such a manner. "I feel the best I have ever felt. Ever. How can that be? The first time I ever had sex, I was walking bow legged for three days." She said.

"There are several factors at work. One is the physical shape we kept you in while you were under. We kept your muscles tuned up with electrotherapy, even your vaginal muscles. We created kind of an artificial Kliegle exercise, keeping your groin, labial and uterine muscles in a state of almost perpetual contractions. It is akin to doing the exercises manually for years. Same way with all your other muscles. You'll note that your abdomen is quite a bit more defined than when you first came here." He indicated towards her bare midriff with his pen.

Brianna looked down and pushed on her abdomen with her fingertips. She could see the definition of the abs and felt the ripples of underlying muscles through her finger. "I never thought I'd have six packs!" she mused out loud.

"I didn't take it to that extent. I think a woman should look like a woman, but a healthy physique is so endearing in many ways." He began to write copious notes on his clipboard, every once in a while asking Brianna a question or two, then lapsing back into his notes. Finally, he said "A lot of the exercising will be up to you now, but I have developed a specific machine to mimic the Kliegle exercises I mentioned earlier. It very subtle and can be used at night without interrupting your sleep patterns whatsoever."

"What do these Kliegle exercises do?" Brianna asked, genuinely interested.

"You know now that your vagina, and I'm speaking about yours specifically, has the ability to be exceptionally tight as well as being elastic enough to admit...umm...larger objects? That is from a combination of the operations we performed on you and particularly the Kliegle exercises. The excursuses have the added benefit of keeping your vagina, cervix and uterus pliable and flexible while giving the optimum musculature to that particular region. If women did these exercises, you would not see a fraction of the case involving dropped uteri, titled cervixes, prolapsed anuses, and etceteras." The doctor was in his milieu, lecturing a willing student. "As I told you yesterday, most of the treatments are permanent, but some of them need maintenance. This happens to be one of the areas. You will find that if you choose to do the exercises manually or in combination with the electrotherapy, it can be done as almost a meditative act. Oh, before I forget, here are your morning pills." He said as he handed over a plastic bag of about twelve capsules.

"What are all of these?" Brianna asked, some of the old trepidation creeping into her voice. She became somewhat disquieted when he started referring to all of the non-consensual treatments she had undergone, like an unwilling guinea pig.

"B-12, B-6, different vitamin C derivatives, an synthetic estrogen compound, a synthetic testosterone compound, a general multi-vitamin, vitamin E, niacin, umm...I have the list somewhere." He said as he rifled through his copious notes. "There's no creepy pharmaceuticals if that's what you're worried about. Everything is all natural vitamins and minerals. When you...oh yes, potassium, ...umm...when you "deplete" your "resources", as it were. You need to replenish them. Speaking of which, you will have to keep yourself hydrated more than you would have in the past. I would suggest drinking Gatorade or some such sports drink to replenish your electrolytes. Oh, and I brought you a little outfit to wear around so you won't feel as, umm....vulnerable. It's not much, but better than nothing." He said as he handed her a small tank top and a pair of sports panties.

"Thank you. They are very pretty, and very small." Brianna said with a slight smile.

I thought maybe you would want to walk a round a bit since you've been cooped up for weeks. We have a small gym at the end of the hall to your left. It's not much. Basically a Nautilus machine, a treadmill and a stationary bicycle. We have a small pool at the back of the building, but the filter and pump have to be serviced. I'll let you know when it's usable."

"Thanks doc...is there something other than doctor that I can call you?" she asked, actually wanting to have human contact other than a sexual foray.

"Not at this moment, but probably soon." The doctor said somewhat guardedly.

"Shame" Brianna said, surprisingly disappointed. "I guess I will go to the gym to waste some time."

Huge Clit Covered

The doctor let himself out as Brianna slipped off the examination table to don her new clothes. She put the small tank top on and was overwhelmed at how far the fabric tented outward due to her elongated nipples. She then slipped the panties up over her hips and gave a chuckle when she saw that her clit looked like a small boy's boner jutting out.

She strolled down the hall and opened the door to the small, glass enclosed gym. The room was well ventilated and was crowded with just the three pieces of exercise equipment. There were clean towels rolled up and placed in a large wicker basket by the drinking fountain. She drank a long pull from the drinking fountain and grabbed a towel, then contemplated which piece of machinery to waste her time on. She chose the treadmill because she always liked to walk and she could pretend she was actually outdoors hiking to pass the time. She draped the towel around her neck and then set the machine up for a medium hike. She gathered up her pace as the treadmill started and smiled inwardly, enjoying the warmth of her new inner glow. As she matched the cadence set by the machine, she contemplated her new situation and the advantages and disadvantages that it presented to her. She had to admit that her life, as it was, did not offer too much in the way of a future. The big unknown was how she would be able to make a living, not even mentioning the riches that the doctor had alluded to. She also had to admit that she found the physical aspect of her new "attributes" so sensual, it made her feel like she was special, a rarity when all her life was before was sorrow and mediocrity. Maybe this wouldn't be such a bad thing. She now found extreme pleasure in sex where before, she saw it more as an uncomfortable necessity.

As the treadmill slanted upward to copy an uphill climb, Brianna's breath started to come out in guttural, breathy exhalations. It wasn't from any exertion. Her clit had enlarged and her pussy lips swelled as her thighs squeezed them together. She looked down, saw there was a flood of her own juices coursing down her thighs, and her panties were sopping wet. She grabbed onto the support bars and tried to push any sexual thoughts out of her head. How was she to go through life in a constant state of orgasm? She had to find a way to overcome these primal feeling, to be able to control her traitorous body. She tried thinking of anything she could, tried to ignore the vibrating warmth spreading throughout her nether regions. Her nipples scratched and strained against the fabric of the shirt. Maybe if she took it off, it would cease to affect her. She roughly pulled the slight garment over her head with one hand and almost stumbled as a wave of pleasure shot down from her nipples to her clit. The frigid air caused her nipples to ache and distend even farther, making them feel as if they would burst. She shimmied her panties over her hips and walked out of them, letting the conveyor belt deposit them wetly on the floor behind her. This was no better. Now her breasts were jarred by the heavy steps she was taking, making her nipples arc and sway in the frigid air conditioning. She could feel her labia swell until it felt as if she had a sopping wet wallet stuffed between her thighs. She laughed at that simile because her friends in high school used to refer to a pussy as a "sausage wallet". She laughed briefly and then caught her breath as her thighs squeezed her clit tightly between her soaking wet labials. She looked down and saw her clit turning an angry blush and dripping juice from the tip like a man's pre-cum. That flashed an image of her swallowing load after load of the other patient's hot come and that was all it took to send her over the edge. She held onto the support bars for dear life as wave after wave of a searing orgasm overtook her. Her legs and feet were soaked with her emissions and the treadmill looked as if it had been left in the rain. She tried spreading her legs wider so as not to squeeze her clit and began walking on the treadmill bowlegged. The air conditioning struck her sweltering pussy lips and sent her into another apoplectic orgasm. She was leaning over the support bars, fervently trying to shut the machine off. She finally got it to stop and hung there limply trying to ride out the last of the waves, panting, and sweat dripping from every pore. After a few minutes, when her hitching breath returned somewhat to normal, she heard a strange male voice behind her say, "If that happened to me, I might actually exercise more often!"

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