Chapters An Artist's Masterpiece Book 2 Chapter 2
Emily woke to the familiar sounds of a heart monitor, softly beeping to her left. What happened? She didn’t even remember traveling to the hospital this time, but when she opened her eyes she found once again the fine mouldings and decor of Great Ormond Street Hospital, and the autonurse with the same marking of 112 on her white dress. She saw all of this over the landscape of her ever-increased bosom, covered by the blanket. Her breasts were monstrous from this angle, never mind someone who could inspect more thoroughly. Emily tried to see more but even the lighter neck corset restricted her motion. Her body felt strange. Her rear must have been augmented further, for even as she lay in bed her pelvis was reaching forward seductively, her friendly cushion had grown again.
Trying to rise and falling back down from the intense ache, Emily addressed the robotic servant, “Hello?”
Besides alerting the staff to her awakening, the nurse stayed silent and still, the porcelain doll face as unrevealing as ever. Emily was beginning to grow used to that generic face, if frustrated, for it was the same mask that her automaid at home wore. Ages ago now in her mother’s salon, she had read in one of the pop science magazines that nearly all of the modern servant class would wear this face within five years. Not even the Soviets had this finery at such a scale. She thought on this for a while, distracting herself from the pain in her body, until the door opened to reveal Doctor Eaton, alone this time.
“Oh, dear Emily, you are awake. No no do not get up for my benefit, you need to rest your back.”
To this she twisted her made-up face in confusion, “For what purpose, Doctor?”
Nodding, as if it was news to him that she had been soundly unconscious in the operating room when all of his work was being completed, Doctor Eaton pulled up a chair to the side of the bed and described Emily’s recent changes. He described how her womanly features had received a second dosage of genetic growth therapy, and because she could not, he pulled back the covers to reveal her larger mounds with more pronounced nipples and areolae, now pierced with small but ornate rings. In fact, these rings looked awfully similar to the design she wore on her left hand. The doctor explained that these were merely functional attachments to keep her heaving chest in her modest attire.
Emily had a sinking feeling that this was the farthest thing from modest, but let the gentle-voiced doctor continue for her benefit. The reason she could not rise was that her lower ribs had been removed in search of that ideal waspy waist. He recommended that due to her body becoming accustomed to her stays, she was not advised to put stress on her torso without wearing them. Due to the surgery, she was merely wearing a looser jump for the time being. The great cinching would come when her waist was fully recovered. This is when the doctor began on more sensitive subjects.
“Mrs Battersby, you are aware that besides your now-generous bosom, our Lord in Heaven graced you with other womanly parts to please your husband with?” With a slight nod he continued. “Your most precious and foul of orifices have been modified, dear. You’re a very lucky girl, as this work is state of the art in our line of work, and upon your husband’s hearing of this he requested it at great expense.”
Emily’s face looked quite blank as the doctor laid out the changes to her nether holes, that place where no one but her husband may lay. Later that night as she lay in the hospital bed, head held proud by the neck corset, her weak hands, unused to being without the bracelets these days, fumbled daintily below, inching closer and closer to her womanly prize. The minute she touched it she gasped, for it felt very foreign from when she used to do sinful things in her bed before her marriage. Her folds, while moist, felt like soft rubber, and when she inserted her finger down beyond her newly pierced clitoris, her insides felt bumpy yet slick to the touch, as if there were bumps and ribbing below her flesh.
This chance, the only one she would have for a very long time, made her wonder. She glanced over to the dormant autonurse standing in the corner, and decided the risk was worth it. With her left hand rubbing her sensitive but fake pierced latex nub, she let her right hand’s finger slip in again. Trying her best not to notify the robot attendant, her huge breasts heaved up and down quietly in the night. As she neared her peak, there was a sudden pressure on her finger, and from her pussy came not a pain but a throb as her vaginal walls contracted hard to stimulate the intruder. Emily felt a deep vibration as well, as her muscles rolled to milk what they thought was her husband’s manhood. This deep rumbling and the gasp of surprise is what alerted the nurse, suddenly awake. Within moments her hands were restrained to the sides of the bed and her wet womanhood was left needy, as the robot receded to its charging station. Gasping for air from her momentary terror and deep arousal, Emily worried what the punishment for this would be, for they would surely report her transgression to her husband. She wished he would spare her, for the doctor had informed her that her rear passage would act the same way. Deeper in her mind though, a more urgent worry was taking form; that her grip on humanity was loosening.
The next day, Emily learned how she would visit the Ladies Room for the rest of her life, as the nurse brought a terrifying machine with two phallic protrusions between her legs. As the fearsome objects inserted into her and entered to the hilt, she felt a click deep within, and the pressure from her bowels and bladder relieved themselves down a waste tube. She was then given a very thorough enema, not unlike the one she had been given the first time Humphrey wanted to enter her from behind. While the uncomfortable pressure was quite extreme, the seal deep within her posterior must be sound, for she only smelled the familiar lavender scent once the machine was disconnected. The Doctor explained to Emily that this machine would be installed in her home, and no wastes would darken her prized skin ever again. She was past a point of no return, realising even her ability to use the washroom was controlled now.