The Institute is a seedy, out of the way hospital run by the head doctor and a special team of nurses. They specialize in natal care, especially natural deliveries and male pregnancy. They're the only hospital certified to handle male pregnancy in the local area, so other hospitals send them laboring men and men in difficult labors. Despite local rumors of subpar care, there is no other choice for any fathers in the area.
And the head doctor is good at hiding his true agenda. A sadist and psychopath, he likes to see his patients suffer, and his nurses do too. His methods include special pain-causing drugs he has developed himself, physical torture, forced orgasms, and withholding care from complicated labors. On special days, he reserves his favorite patients to experiment with his newest contraptions and may even breed them again for further data collections. After many deliveries, he drugs his patients so they can't adequately recall their traumatic experiences to the authorities. His nurses help the accountants fudge their slowly, but surely rising death count.
Today, the doctor is in early, helping the grounds man take the mutilated corpses of post-labor men out back, where they'll be buried later. He wipes the dirt from his hands, pulls on his sterilized gloves, and tells his secretary that the practice is open for intakes.
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And the head doctor is good at hiding his true agenda. A sadist and psychopath, he likes to see his patients suffer, and his nurses do too. His methods include special pain-causing drugs he has developed himself, physical torture, forced orgasms, and withholding care from complicated labors. On special days, he reserves his favorite patients to experiment with his newest contraptions and may even breed them again for further data collections. After many deliveries, he drugs his patients so they can't adequately recall their traumatic experiences to the authorities. His nurses help the accountants fudge their slowly, but surely rising death count.
Today, the doctor is in early, helping the grounds man take the mutilated corpses of post-labor men out back, where they'll be buried later. He wipes the dirt from his hands, pulls on his sterilized gloves, and tells his secretary that the practice is open for intakes.
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