The Doctor_(1)

He doesn’t care where they come from or who they were. They drop off a male body, and the client’s order with half of the agreed sum in silver bars. Then the doctor gets to work, no names, no questions.

The doctor was excited; it had been a while since he had a surgery this challenging. Despite the small room the doctor had to work with, the equipment in the room was easily worth more than the entire apartment complex the makeshift operation room was held in.

The doctor looked for non-existing seams on the final piece of the artificial skin on her forehead. This was one of the more unique type of skins used, a type of organic flesh colored silicon, giving the look and feel of a doll. This type of skin supported twice the amount of nerve endings of normal human skin. Under the skin, there were extra sebaceous glands to secrete oil onto the skin when pheromones are picked up to provide an oiled latex look for extra sex appeal. All of the patient’s skin had been painstakingly replaced section by section, as removing all of it at once would prove to be fatal.

Her closed eyes twinkled like the night sky, the doctor’s hands brushed against her painted eyelids, the dark, cosmic silver undisturbed from his touch. He had blended the powder of various metals and alloys into the delicate skin of the eyelids until the color was just right. His fingers stroked her black, feathery eyelashes, naturally full and curved as if mascara had just been applied. The doctor gently forced an eye open, revealing a shimmering, emerald blue iris. He allowed himself to admire his work before inspecting the ebony lines tattooed around the edges of her eye. His fingers followed the shape of the feminine face to her delicious red lips. The doctor’s blue latex glove met with her rubber lips, always plump, always glossy, its scarlet hue unyielding. Everything was permanent, good.

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The doctor moved to the breasts to examine their progress. He massaged the DD sized breast, working his way from the firm elastic breast to the pink nipple he spent days crafting. He touched the growing nipple gently, admiring just how much was going on underneath the hypersensitive clump of artificial flesh. The doctor’s call of duty was sensitive breasts, but he liked to push himself further. He especially liked the orders where there were no upper limits for him; he could truly express his creativity applying a mix of science and art.