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Poor Melanie
by Ryric
Melanie woke, groggy. She tried to bring a hand up to her aching head, but couldn’t seem to move her arm. Becoming more aware, she realized she was strapped down to some sort of table. Then she realized all her clothes were missing! The last thing she remembered, she had been walking across campus late at night, when someone grabbed her from behind. She had smelled something funny and, now here.
Looking around, she seemed to be in a stark, empty chamber. One table in the corner had a few unidentifiable objects on it. She was strapped down to an operating table, with her feet held up in stirrups. Melanie began to struggle and cry for help.
A woman in an operating coat came into the room. She walked over and looked down at Melanie before strapping a soft rubber gag into her mouth, muffling her demands to know what was going on. She then wheeled the small table over next to Melanie.
Looking into her eyes, the woman explained, in a quiet, calm voice, "Hello, dear. You are probably wondering what’s happening to you. We are an organization dedicated to preserving the wholesome morals of the past. One of our agents spotted you, tempting men into sin with your appearance and dress. You have been selected to undergo a procedure which will prevent you from corrupting innocent onlookers.
"Do not worry, we will not destroy your beauty--your beauty is a gift from God. However, using it to induce men into sinful relations with you is the work of evil, and that work you will no longer do after this night. When we are done, you will be returned to exactly where you came from, with all your belongings. Shall we begin?"
Melanie struggled in earnest as the woman picked up a syringe and moved to her breasts. She hadn’t dressed that provocatively, had she? Apparently what she wore was too much for these people. She felt a slight jab in each then both her beautiful orbs went numb. The doctor--if that’s what she was--picked up a much larger syringe and injected the contents into Melanie’s left breast. She repeated the procedure with her right breast, then stopped to explain.
"The substance I’ve injected into each of your breasts is slowly dissolving the interiors of each. In a couple minutes, I will remove the contents of each breast and replace it with a hard epoxy resin. Your breasts will still look beautiful, but for all intents and purposes they will be made of plastic. You will lose all feeling in them, except for the skin, which we will take care of in a moment."
With that, the doctor inserted a thick needle into each of Melanie’s nipples and began removing the interior of the breasts, reducing them to deflated sacks of skin. Then the doctor refilled them with a clear, thick fluid. Melanie’s breasts returned somewhat to their former shape. The doctor tilted the table upright and placed a bra on Melanie, explaining that it would form her breasts into the correct shape. The doctor then left Melanie alone with her thoughts for a while.
Melanie couldn’t believe this was happening to her. Her breasts were absolutely ruined--she could almost feel the resin hardening them into rocks. As the anesthetic wore off, pain began to emanate from her tortured orbs.
After about an hour of agony, the doctor returned. She rapped on each breast, and it sounded and felt quite solid. Nodding to herself, the doctor tilted Melanie back down and turned her attention to Melanie’s pussy.
Producing some shaving cream and a razor, the doctor proceeded to remove every trace of hair from Melanie’s most private region. The doctor then proceeded to inject more hardening resin directly into the flesh of Melanie’s vagina. The sides and lips received tortuous injection after injection, as Melanie screamed into her gag from the intense pain. Finally, the doctor stopped.
"There, once that hardens, no one will ever be able to get anything larger than a toothpick into you," said the doctor. "Don’t worry, there’s enough room for fluid to ooze out, but you’re well sealed against any solid intrusion. We’re almost done... just have to prevent you from resorting to sinful masturbation to achieve sexual release."
She picked up a small bottle of fluid and squirted some all over Melanie’s bare mons and vaginal lips. Wearing a pair of rubber gloves, the doctor began to massage the fluid into the skin around the genitals of her helpless patient.
Melanie could feel a light tingle--it felt like a very gentle caress that never went away, just got somehow tighter without getting stronger. The doctor then squirted more over Melanie’s breasts, and began to rub it into the skin over her solidified mammaries.
"There now, all done. This fluid seeps into your pores and seals itself into your skin. When it dries, it feels like hard plastic but looks like normal skin. You won’t be able to get any sensation at all in your breasts or genitals ever again. When you rub--and believe me, you will try--you’ll feel nothing. You could stab a knife into it and you wouldn’t feel it; one of our prior patients went so far as to shoot herself down there with a gun, and just got a bruise.
"Coincidentally, the substance fills in the hair follicles so you’ll never grow pubic hair ever again, either."
The doctor then injected a sedative into Melanie’s arm.
The last thing Melanie heard before blacking out was, "By the way, the sensation from the hardening only gets worse with time--it will make you incredibly horny all the time. I know from experience... " said the doctor, as she rapped her knuckles against her own rock hard breasts.
Melanie sank into unconsciousness, soon to face a long life of enforced sexual frustration from which there was no escape...
End
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