07-27-2017, 06:05 PM
Dr. Nerine Sargasso placed her keycard to the door, eager to check in on her favorite patient. It was the early hours of morning, and the Institute wouldn’t open for another hour. The door slid open and she took in the sight before her. She’d kept the patient there overnight, naked and bound by his wrists and ankles to a cold operating table. The man breathed heavily out of exhaustion and fear, his massive belly rising and falling with each breath. Nerine smirked. Men looked awfully cute all trussed up like pieces of meat. She approached slowly, her heels clicking against the metallic floor. Not bothering to put on protective gloves, she placed her cold hand on his warm belly, feeling the kicks of the unnatural children within. The man had originally come to the institute to give birth to twins, but after Nerine took an interest in his suffering, he’d been trapped in a back room ever since. She was using him to test her studies in accelerated pregnancy, and this was his sixth pregnancy in the past two months. “You’ve been such a good boy for me…” Nerine sneered as she rubbed his swollen stomach. “I wonder how much longer you’ll last?” She chuckled and her hands wandered up to his nipples, pinching them slightly to make her patient moan. The man squirmed in his confinements, crying out in pain, pleasure and terror. No one would hear him, though. The walls were soundproof. Not that anyone would care anyway. “Now don’t cause any trouble while I’m on the job, baby.” She gave his belly an affectionate pat and typed a few commands into the machine that monitored his pregnancy. He should be ready to give birth to quintuplets by the end of the day. “All set. Goodbye, darling.” She grinned and exited the room, making sure to lock it behind her. “Now then.” She clasped her hands together gleefully. “Time to get to work!”