Number Six Ch. 6

He was sleeping. Or was he? No, he was awake - at least part way there. 

David’s eyelids refused to cooperate, but he managed to crack them open just enough to see. Darkness was replaced with uninterrupted pink. He lifted his hands to his face to remove whatever was covering it as his vision swam. Yet try as he might, he couldn’t pull anything free. The warm, tingly sensation wasn’t going away, and his sluggish mind began to process that there was no blanket there at all. 

When at last he was able to bring the room into focus he felt a spark of memory. There was no blanket over his face at all. Everything here was pink. 

Nurses Abby and Bella were moving around his room, and quiet as they were their appearance was likely what had woken him. They opened his drawers silently, careful to make no noise. He suspected they were changing things out, new towels and clothing… although he hadn’t used any yet. Well, maybe they didn’t know that, he reasoned, as he followed them with his eyes, careful not to make a movement.

His eyes drifted up to the security cameras. They said they were always watching him… so surely they knew nothing needed changing, right? Then what were they doing? Just what were they looking for? 

“I’m sorry David, did we wake you?”

He realised he wasn’t breathing, and the sudden stillness or perhaps a minute movement of his eyes had given him away. The words laid on his mind like ingredients in an unfinished sandwich, bare and exposed and incomplete. Somehow they tasted different than the others. The words he had been hearing in his own mind… in his dreams… 

It was all so foggy. For some reason he couldn’t remember what he had been dreaming about. 

“How long was I asleep?” David mumbled, wiping his eyes. 

The pair just smiled at him as they worked, and David realised they had no intention of answering him. At last Bella moved to his side. 

“Are you hungry?” She asked, sitting on the edge of his bed - the incredible mass of her body causing the mattress to cave in to one side and David had to use his legs to stop himself sliding into the sudden crater opening beside him. 

“Um…” he began, his stomach suddenly cramping, emphasizing the feeling his subconscious had been feeding him.

Then a memory flashed back. A feeling like drowning. Being buried alive. Being smothered, all at once. No, not drowning - it was Doctor Amme. Her massive breasts. He remembered it - or at least the impression it had left upon him - mentally and physically. He remembered feeling so utterly full… and the feeling of a mass of flesh devouring him like a landslide. His face pressed into her skin, struggling to even breathe.

“No.” He lied at last, flashes of alarm pulsing through his mind. What little he could remember told him to lie. 

“Hmm.” Nurse Bella murmured curtly. “Well, you will be soon I’m sure.”

“If you are, we’d be happy to feed you.”

The thought of a proper breakfast, solid food, was enough to send his head swimming. 

“Is… is it breakfast time? What food is there?” He asked, trying to sound nonchalant, but failed miserably as the pair grinned knowingly. 

“Most boys are very hungry when they wake up.” Bella said sagely, and David noted dimly she hadn’t answered his question. She obviously didn’t intend to give him any way to orient himself. It could be 8am or the middle of the night for all he knew. 

you misunderstood me David. Boys don’t need food. They need to be fed.”

“Boys only need one thing to sustain them, David.”

Abby joined Bella, sitting on David’s opposite side, creating a steep curve as each weighed down his massive mattress at either side which he struggled to balance himself in the middle of. 

“Boys only need their mommy’s love.”

Blinking, a little confused, he opened his mouth to ask a question but it just hung open as he couldn’t put together the words. He was too tired, it was too early, and he was still so… exhausted. 

The pair giggled, however. 

“That’s right. That’s how a good boy should respond. An open mouth, ready to drink his mommy’s love.”

He blushed furiously as he forced his chin into his chest, trying to look anywhere but at the massive tits the pair had begun to squeeze together and jiggle directly in his face. That didn’t last long, though. In spite of himself, David couldn’t help but stare longingly at their chests, his mouth instantly watering at the promise of what lay within. He felt a taste on his tongue, something from his dream - if it had been a dream - that made him want to double over with need. 

“Well, if you say you’re not hungry, we would never force you to feed.” Abby intoned innocently, but didn’t stop hefting her massive tits atop a forearm as if to tempt him with their sheer bouncy softness. 

“But all boys get hungry eventually…” Bella added with a wicked smile, toying with the hem of her Nurse’s garb to deliberately draw his eyes to her canyonesque cleavage, showing just how easily she could tug it down.

Summoning what little willpower he had, he tore his eyes away. 

“Okay then David, let’s get you dressed.” Abby said at last, and began to pull back the covers. 

David made a mad grab for them, but the silky material easily slipped from his grasp. He hugged his knees to his chest, but given the almost skin-tight nature of his shorts, he was utterly unable to disguise his raging morning wood. 

“Awww, is someone shy?” Bella asked, cooing softly through pursed lips as she leaned in closely to ogle his obvious erection. 

“You have nothing to be ashamed of, David. It’s healthy and natural for boys to be horny and aroused around women.” Abby said reassuringly, stroking his arm. 

They seemed to be eagerly encouraging his reaction, latching onto his embarassment and encouraging it at the same time as they reassured him. These subtle psychological suggestions were a key part of imprinting males in their charge. 

“Now now, let us see.” Bella whispered, gently but insistently prising his legs apart. 

They seemed to delight in their contradictory talk, seeking to make him blush as much as possible, encouraging him all the while. David felt his neck prickle with heat, as almost as if in response to their words and attention, his cock began to throb inside its silky confines - easily visible to his massive maternal charges. 

“Awww,” the pair gushed, as David pressed his face to one side, hiding his burning cheeks in his silky pink pillows. 

“Alright, come on, lets get you up.” Bella’s warm hand felt practically icy against his red hot skin, encouraging him to sit up as she lifted him off the side of the bed which to her was perfectly proportioned but to him was immoderate to the extreme. 

David went to his drawer to fetch some new clothing, but Abby was already holding out a shirt for him. 

“Um, thanks…” he offered as he took it, struggling to meet her eye as his cock continued to tent the elastics of his coverings. 

He waited a few moments, expecting them to leave, but they simply beamed at him. 

“W-w-uh… um…” he began, but their smiles only grew wider. 

“Do you want us to dress you?” Bella offered, slowly reaching towards him. 

“N-no! I’m fine!” His instant reply, out of fear, had a double effect of course. Now he would have felt childish asking them to leave, after insisting he was fine. He was loath to surrender what shreds of dignity he retained, however comical the concept seemed in his silky pink shirt and shorts as two massive-titted nurses ogled his already near-naked form. 

A game of cat and mouse was at works, he realised, as Bella’s eyes narrowed in triumph… 

“Go ahead then, dear.” She said at last, with a tone David couldn’t quite place. Something about her words just sounded… off. Not wanting to push his luck, clinging to the small satisfaction that he would at least be allowed to clothe himself - no matter how garish the garb - he hurriedly made to do so. 

Yet he felt like a trapped animal on display. Or perhaps more like a slab of meat they wanted to devour. 

Biting his lip, David told himself to just get it over with. Lifting his arms, he tugged the clingy material of his shirt up his body, exhaling in satisfaction as the feather-soft threads dragged across his oddly sensitive skin. What was this stuff made of that it made him feel so… smooth? No, it had to just be the material, he told himself. 

Weirdly, he felt less naked now without it than he had before. It hugged his every feature so closely so as to accentuate his body. Modesty, it seemed, was a dead word here. 

“I’ll take that,” Abby offered, and he handed it to her without complaint. 

Sliding the replacement shirt on, reluctantly, he felt his skin come alive again. The material seemed to tease and tickle with every minute movement he made. Yet he had no intention to drag the process out and merely grit his teeth, trying to ignore the electric feeling against his skin. He sincerely doubted they would let him carry on undressed - in fact, he rather worried they might, and what they might do… 

Now, though, was just one article left. He reached into his drawer and pulled out a new pair of shorts. They seemed similar to those from before, but… different somehow. 

“Go on,” Bella smiled, pearly teeth peeking from behind her glossy pink lips. “You’ve got nothing we haven’t… seen before.”

For a moment, he remembered the cameras around him. He wondered how many other women were at that same moment ogling his half-naked form. Had Bella and Abby been watching last night? Were they watching when… when… 

Doctor Amme. 

His entire body shivered in physical recollection. 

“Oh my, are you getting cold?”

“We can’t have that, you better get dressed quick. Get changed, sweet boy, you have an appointment soon.”

Squaring his jaw, he resigned himself to it, just wanting to get it over with. Peeling his shorts down over his hips, the pair of nurses kept very little professional composure. Abby was none-too-subtly rubbing her thighs together, while Bella had her hands across her front - lips pursed. 

He turned to one side, hoping for a modicum of privacy, but they merely giggled at his bashful performance. 

Dropping the shorts to pool around his ankles, he kicked them free, leaning down to draw the new ones up his legs. As he got to his thighs, though, he struggled to get them up. 

“Are you sure you wouldn’t like us to help?” Bella asked innocently. 

Wincing in concentration, feeling his hard, throbbing cock bobbing in the air as he tried to tug the clothing up to gain what little concealment he could, his cheeks burned anew with renewed embarassment. 

“Oh my, that adorable cock is bouncing so much…” Abby murmured, and he couldn’t tell if it was part of his treatment or her genuine appreciation. 

“Mmmm, such a cute boy. I’m so glad we get to be your nurses, David.” 

Closing his eyes in concentration, David tried to roll the material around his waist, gaining precious millimeters at a time. Yet the higher they went, the more difficult it became. He whimpered in sheer defeat as something so simple as dressing himself became a spectacle for these lustful women. 

Only then did he see the intense, almost giddy satisfaction on the faces of his tormentresses. 

“Are they too small?” Abby asked. 

“I hope you didn’t take out the wrong size…” Bella cooed, leaning down to blatantly inspect his now slick and leaking cock. “Oh my, maybe you do need us to help dress you? Hmm?”

A tear welled in his eye as he realised they had planned all of this out. It had been a trick. They were using his own desire to hold on to any scrap of agency he had against him. 

“Awww, poor boy… don’t cry…” Bella said soothingly, but her wide grin revealed her true motives. “Let Mommy help.”

Whimpering softly, defeatedly, his shoulders sunk. Both of her monumental tits soon smothered his tears in soft and forgiving flesh. With one arm around his back, she effortlessly tugged the tight material free.

Taking out a properly sized pair - or at least one that was merely two-sizes-too-small rather than the calculatedly tiny garment she had tricked him into choosing - she lecherously ran the silky smooth material down his thighs. Making no effort to avoid pressing his cock up against his abdomen, she kissed the top of his head as he was forced to go through a humiliating ritual of being dressed by her. 

“Maybe it would be better if you let your Mommies dress you from now on, hmm?” Bella whispered down into his ear, holding him tightly to her until at last he nodded defeatedly into her tits. “Good boy…”

“Awww, sweet little thing…” Abby soothed, and took out a small napkin to wipe his tears away as Bella surreptitiously replaced the clothing she and Abby had spent the last few minutes removing. 

*****

“Now, you have your first appointment with Doctor Valnurana today.” Abby said, tucking the napkin away in a pocket and taking David by the hand. 

“W-what kind of appointment?”

Abby just smiled.

“I’m sure Doctor Valnurana will explain what she thinks you need to know.”

From under his bed, Bella pulled out a pair of bright pink slippers which seemed perfectly sized for him. Yet as they came closer, he noticed that their interior was lined with dense, fine white fur. It was so dense and full of the fluff that only a small hole for either foot existed - it would be a snug fit. Despite his grimace at the ostentatious design, they did at least look comfortable. 

“Now feet up.” Bella said without ceremony, correctly expecting David would comply from here on.

She slid them on and for a few moments David’s brow furrowed. These slippers felt… odd. When she patted his back and encouraged him to stand, though, is when their true nature became apparent. 

Feather-light touches engulfed his feet as he put pressure down. Indeed every movement of his feet within them was like a gentle caress. They were so soft and plush it felt like standing on a cloud - or rather, with his feet sunken into one. Even so, he somehow felt even more ridiculous in them than the tight pink clothing had alone. 

“Right, shall we?” She offered, and he took her hand without disagreement. He had no intention of inviting any further reprimand. 

As they walked, the sheer density of the fur inside the slippers made it difficult for him to stay balanced, as if standing on top of a broom’s bristles. 

“Come along.” Abby said softly, taking his other hand. 

They led him to the door and, with practiced moves, withdrew their access cards from their bosoms and lifted the lanyards up to the scanners either side of the door. Soundlessly, the door opened ajar ever so slightly, and Bella pulled it aside. 

Once they got moving, David began to realise how no matter how comfortable the slippers were, they made walking far more difficult. He had to keep a very slow pace to avoid stumbling. Indeed, he dared not prove himself unable to walk, lest one of his caretakers decide he couldn’t handle walking on his own along with dressing himself. 

As they walked down the cavernous hallway, the sheer surreality of it all was beginning to sink in for David. He was in a hospital of sorts, which was simply gargantuan and painted pink from top to bottom. Yet he couldn’t help but feel like the madmen - or madwomen - were running the madhouse. Yet… some small seed of doubt blossomed within him further. 

Maybe he was wrong. Maybe they really were just trying to help him. 

Biting his lip, he forced such traitorous thoughts down. Such meek submissive thoughts would be his doom, he rationalised. He had to hold on to his independence. 

But how would he ever leave this place? As he looked at the endless rows of identical pink doors, walls, carpets, he knew he wouldn’t be escaping any time soon. At least not unless a fabulous opportunity arose. But what then? 

No, escape was a grim prospect at best. No doubt if he was caught it would simply confirm everything they insisted was wrong with him. It would give them whatever leeway they needed to do whatever it was he imagined they sought to. 

He kept struggling with his shoes. Whenever he felt he was finally getting the hang of them, the slippers once again became just a little too awkward to walk in. Experimentally, he tried to walk faster, hoping the momentum would make it easier. 

In a few moments he began to regret it. Every portion of his feet began to instantly tingle furiously as the material inside went into overdrive, delicately feathering every inch of his sensitive skin. He coughed and choked as ticklish sensations instantly overloaded his senses, and he came to a sudden stop, feeling the sensation slowly begin to die down. 

Panting in shock at what he had just felt, he looked up at Bella who was grinning knowingly. 

“Everything alright?” She asked, cheshire grin on full display. 

Biting his lip, David didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of acknowledging her smug reaction. He merely nodded and, after a few seconds, resumed walking. Yet he found he was struggling to keep pace with them given how awkward his gait had become, especially now he was desperately trying to avoid a misstep given the torturous sensations that awaited him. 

David realised, however, that if he hung onto Abby and Bella’s hands, allowing them to take his bodyweight, it became much easier to keep pace. So long as he relied on them, he wouldn’t be teased mercilessly. He grimly accepted that reality, both in its literal and metaphorical sense. Now he began to understand why he was made to wear them. The idea of even running forward, escaping their grip, was suddenly a daunting prospect. He doubted he could make it ten steps before doubling over in helpless ticklish hell. The slippers were too snugly fitted for him to remove them, and he doubted they would allow him to even if he could. 

Something as simple as walking was being removed from him, another thing he couldn’t control. He wondered grimly if he would be allowed to control any aspect of his life, given time. 

Distracting him from his thoughts was another party approaching. A boy in a wheelchair was being pushed past them in the opposite direction, having just exited the elevator. His nurses, one a tall woman with olive skin who was stroking the seated boy’s hair, the other a rotund brunette who wheeled him slowly and patiently, smiled to Abby and Bella as they met each other. 

“Awww, did Roger fall asleep?” Bella asked. 

Roger. This was the first other boy he’d seen. David looked at the boy as he got closer, his head resting against a fitted pillow that held his head upright. 

“I’m afraid so, poor thing was so worn out…” The brunette mused in satisfaction. 

He had a stupid grin on his face, slack with a trail of drool coiling from the boy’s lips. David blinked in surprise, however, when Roger’s eyes met his. The boy’s eyes widened for a moment, as if in fear, or recognition. A silent plea, but the meaning was lost. Then as they moved further down the hall the boy was gone. 

He tried to look back, but found Abby and Bella’s prodigious hips and thighs utterly blocked his view. Staring straight ahead, David felt a chill run through him. What had they done to that boy?

In the elevator, another pair of nurses were waiting, but they didn’t have a boy with them. 

“Going down?”

“Yes, floor seven.”

Down? Down to floor seven? How big was this place…? David looked up again in vain to see if there was any indication, but with no buttons or readout, it was hopeless. 

“Ah, this must be David.” One of the other nurses, a blonde who was notably smaller than the others, though still massive by any metric, bent down to bring her face close to his. “Your first appointment with Doctor Valnurana, hmmm?”

Not knowing what to say, he merely nodded. 

“Oh excellent. I’m sure she’s looking forward to meeting you.” The girl grinned, and patted his head affectionately. 

With Abby and Bella pressed in at either side of him, he couldn’t flinch from the touch even if he had wanted to. It seemed he would have to get used to women taking any liberties with his body that they wanted… 

No. He hissed internally. That’s just how they want you to think. 

Or, a quiet part of him doubted, that kind of thinking was why he needed their help. 

The other pair left the elevator, and they carried on down. David had no idea how many floors down they went. He didn’t feel the same sensation in his stomach he was used to when an elevator moved, so he got the impression they were moving quite slowly. That… or it had been designed in such a way that boys kept captive here couldn’t even gain that little shred of information about their jail.

Jail… He chewed his lip at the gall of it. The way that girl he had never met had just reached out and tussled his hair, as if he were nothing more than a child… or a cute little pet. Closing his eyes, he tried to force down the budding erection making a return at that thought, not liking how easily his body had responded to such an infantilising concept. 

As they exited the elevator, however, David felt his heartbeat quicken as he realised where he was about to be taken.

********

As they entered the room, David recognised it. It was the same room he had been in when he had woken up here with his mother. At least, it looked like the same room. All the rooms looked alike, of course, but there was the same large wooden table. The seating arrangements had changed, however. The only chair was a massively large chaise lounge, in a deep burgundy. Doctor Valnurana was staring directly at him. 

“Come in. Thank you Abby, Bella.” She said at last. 

The pair nodded and stood by the door. 

David didn’t move. Once again, he was struck by Doctor Valnurana’s odd appearance. Odd in that it was somewhat unlike other transformed women. In a society where every woman prided herself on becoming the epitomy of womanhood, her appearance reminded David more of the past. Not that she wasn’t a bombshell of a woman. Her body was obviously transformed. Indeed, David had suspected she had access to methods unavailable to most women. 

Her body looked almost poured into her velvet garb, with caramel skin and dark hair as stunning as her beauty. Most striking of course were her deep, jet black onyx eyes. 

“David, come take a seat.” Doctor Valnurana said, smiling to him. 

He stood there, unmoving, as a hundred emotions went through his mind in quick succession. Yet all of that seemed to slowly fade away as he looked into her eyes. He was transfixed. Without even noticing, he began to take steady steps forward. 

Despite their size, the room was remarkably small. Before he realised it, he was stood before her desk, blinking in surprise at his arrival.

“Very good, David.” She said in a comforting, steady tone. “Today all I want to do is talk. To learn why you feel the way you do. Okay?”

David winced uncertainly. She spoke as if he had a choice. Then again, she wasn’t asking much. All he had to do was talk. Maybe… maybe he could finally convince someone. A slight swell within him bubbled up. Maybe she was sincere. Maybe she would listen. 

He nodded, not trusting his own voice in that moment. 

“Very good, David.” She said again, in that same approving tone. Despite himself, David felt a flush within him. Something about being told that, by her, made him feel… proud. 

“As you know, Nurse Abby and Bella are in charge of your care for the duration of your treatment. However, for our sessions together they will not be present. It is important that you trust me, David, and nobody will know what we talk about in this room.”

With that, Abby and Bella smiled to David as he looked back, and swiftly excused themselves. 

“I need you to know you can be perfectly honest with me.” Doctor Valnurana said, and turned to face David. 

Her long, stocking clad legs filled his vision as she lifted one to cross them, and David found himself once again mentally willing his cock to stillness. 

“Come take a seat.” She said gently, her smile unwavering. 

He blinked, looked around the room, but the chairs that had been here when he arrived were gone. 

“But…” He began, but she just kept smiling at him. 

He recognised pretty quickly she meant that he should come sit next to her, on her opulent couch. Given the situation, he weighed his options. 

“If you’d prefer to stand, fine. However I assure you this sofa is much more comfortable though.”

Given his choices were to either stand there until she got bored, which would get him no closer to leaving, or to do as she said for now, the answer was obvious. He plodded over, careful not to move too quickly in his slippers. 

“Very good, David.” 

He felt yet another little chill down his spine at her words. Why did her praise affect him so? With some effort, he lifted himself up to sit next to her. She grinned.

“Would you like to sit on my lap?” She offered.

David shook his head, unwilling to meet her eye. 

“Not uncommon. A lot of boys don’t want to,” she mused, “at first.”

For a moment he remembered the advert he had seen on TV. The kinds of treatments men were subjected to here. Someone had been sat on a Doctor’s lap… but he remembered other treatments as well. Eyes fixed on the floor, he tried not to betray his thoughts. 

“Tell me, David. When did you have your first orgasm?”

Stunned, David couldn’t help but look up at her in disbelief. Doctor Valnurana’s deep black eyes hadn’t left him from the moment he had arrived in her room. 

“No need to be shy. Remember, anything you tell me will not leave this room.”

He looked away, burning red. If her plan was to surprise him, it had worked. Yet he knew he shouldn’t have expected anything else. What little privacy he had was being stripped from him. 

“Now, David. I am a Doctor. I can’t make you talk, but if I am going to help you, you are going to have to speak at some point.”

Swallowing his pride, quite literally, he mumbled something. 

“A little louder, David?”

“Fifteen.”

“Good, David. Very good. I am very proud of you for sharing that with me.”

A little tickle in the back of his mind at her praise made him shiver, and David suddenly felt the urge to share more. Maybe she was going to help him after all. She was a Doctor… and she was right. He wasn’t going to be leaving here until someone said he could. Maybe he could get her to listen.

“I was um…” he mumbled, suddenly anxious, but she gently rubbed her hand against his back and that anxiety melted away. “I was at home.”

“What were you thinking about at the time?”

His eyes fell away, but she didn’t seem to mind. 

“Um. A woman. Someone I had seen.”

“What was she like, David?” Doctor Valnurana asked, and slowly, innocently enough, ran a hand up and down her thigh. The slight movement was enough to catch David’s attention out of the corner of his eye. 

“She… she was uh…” David wasn’t sure. “She seemed nice…”

“Physically, David. What did she look like?”

A little unsure, David began to recount what details he remembered. It was a vivid memory, but the details weren’t clear. 

“She was… um, she had had the transformation. She was… her breasts were very big. Her thighs, very…” 

As he spoke, David saw Doctor Valnurana gently dragging her fingers up her own thigh, yet he couldn’t help but see it as an innocent gesture. 

“Very hot.” 

“That’s interesting. See, I have already learned a lot about you from just that little discussion. It tells me a lot of what I need to know. This is why it’s so important for us to talk. Very good, David. Thank you for sharing that with me.”

He was still squirming in his seat by her side, but her reassurances were washing over him like a cool bath. 

“You didn’t know much about her as a person. However, she sexually excited you. Her body. It made you happy. Do you think it was bad that you enjoyed her body?”

“No.” He said at first, defensively, yet then thought about it longer. “Well… maybe.”

“Did someone tell you it was bad?”

“No. Well…” He began again, thinking back. “It doesn’t seem… right.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong by being excited by a large, sexy woman David. It’s perfectly normal for boys to be aroused around women like us.” She said, and her finger began to trail little circles upon her soft, squishy tight-clad thigh. “Like me.”

A little throb in his cock was all David needed to know he should stop watching what her finger was doing. 

“No, not… not that. It doesn’t seem right that… that… that everybody changes. Everybody wants to be the same.”

She shifted her leg slightly, and looked at him more closely. 

“Why do you think it’s wrong for people to change?”

“I don’t think… well, but everybody wants to be the same. Shouldn’t we all just be… us? Ourselves?”

“I’m still me, David. My body changed, but I’m still the same person as before.”

David winced. She had a point. No matter the length of his study, nothing he had read had given him an answer to this. 

“Well… yeah. But.” He mumbled, and tried to think of some reply.

“Let me ask you this, David. If someone changes the colour of their hair, are they still the same person?”

David was a little confused, but nodded. 

“And if they got, for example, an earring piercing. Are they the same person?”

He wasn’t sure. 

“I guess so.”

“So people can change their bodies, even permanently, and still be the same person.” 

“Well…” he mumbled, stumbling over his own thoughts. “Don’t people change because of how they feel? If someone gets an earring or a tattoo, it’s because they changed, right?”

Doctor Valnurana’s eyes flashed, and for a moment he thought he saw her lips tighten. Her smile never wavered, however. 

“Of course people change, David. We change over time. That’s a normal part of life. We change our outsides to match how we feel inside.”

David nodded, but continued.

“Well, if people change we can’t all be the same inside. Why does everybody change their bodies to look the same if we’re different people?”

Doctor Valnurana paused for a moment, not answering him, and reached over to her desk. She wrote a few notes, and left David with his thoughts. No, he realised, he also left him with a close-up view of her body. It seemed her every curve was begging to be set loose from that velvety number she was wearing, that left so little to the imagination. Her doctor’s coat was little more than draped round her shoulders. 

“The transformation,” she said at last, turning back to him, “has become a perfectly normal aspect of life. It’s part of getting older. It’s a normal part of our society.”

“I know…” he mumbled, trying not to gaze at her intimately close body. “But… just because everyone does something doesn’t mean it’s right.”

Doctor Valnurana grinned, looking down at him sympathetically. 

“Nobody is harmed by the transformation, David. In fact, it cures many issues people have. Disease, aging, deformities, disabilities… all things of the past now.” She spoke sagely, emphasizing the sheer steps mankind had made. “Transformation makes them look the way they want to look. That doesn’t sound like a bad practice to me, one which everybody does but which in reality causes harm.”

“It’s… it’s not that.” He whined a little, struggling mightily to keep his mind on track, to focus on his thoughts and not the softly jiggling caramel flesh just a few inches from him. Every time Doctor Valnurana turned to take notes, he couldn’t help but watch in awe as her impressive breasts swayed and jiggled for several seconds just from the sheer gravitic shift of their mass. 

Yet, very patiently, Doctor Valnurana seemed content to let David explore his own thoughts. 

“Why do you think it’s bad, David?”

“I don’t. Not exactly. Not all of it.” He tried, shaking his head a little. “We change our bodies to suit how we feel, but what if… how we feel is the problem.”

“I see.” Doctor Valnurana noted, this time not making any notes and staying with him. “So you think that how people feel is an issue?”

“Yes. Maybe. It doesn’t… it doesn’t seem right that everyone should want to look the same.”

“Why not?” She asked. 

“Because… because we aren’t all the same. So why should we look that way?”

“If they want to look that way, it’s their choice, David.”

“I know.” He felt himself stumbling in circles, not noticing how subtly he was being led. “But… why do they all feel that way?”

“They.” She noted. “You said they. Not we.”

“Y-yeah.” 

“So you feel different to everyone else.”

“Um,” he paused for a moment, “yeah.”

She wrote a few more notes. This time more quickly. He was growing more nervous, though. Somehow he felt he wasn’t getting through to her. Or maybe he just wasn’t getting his point across.

“Let me ask you something David. Were there any fads at your school?”

Thinking back, he could count so many he didn’t know which to pick. 

“Yeah, yeah a lot.”

“And did you take part in any?”

“Well, yeah.”

“Why did you?”

“I… I guess everyone else was doing it.”

“Well if everybody else was doing something harmful, would you do it?”

“No.” He replied again, defensively. 

He thought for a moment. Would he? He told himself he wouldn’t. But… that didn’t sound right. 

“Of course you wouldn’t. I doubt anyone would.”

“N… no.” He agreed at last, albeit still unsure. 

“So why did you take part?”

“Because… I wanted to.”

“Even though everyone else was doing it?”

“Yeah…” He blinked. Then again. Her point was growing pretty obvious. 

“Did any of those fads make you happier?”

He fondly remembered his collection of Skyball cards, and trading them at school. In fact, he knew they were still in the attic somewhere at home. 

Home. He remembered home. 

“Yeah.”

She gently patted his shoulder. The subtle touch was innocent enough. 

“Very good David. Now let me ask you this. That woman you saw, the woman you found so beautiful, so arousing that she caused a sexual awakening in you. Did she seem unhappy to you?”

“No…” Again, he felt this was missing a point he made, but her deep black eyes were just so inviting to look into. He could almost feel her fingers in his mind, slowly pulling the words from his head one by one… 

“You didn’t do anything wrong, and neither did she. She enjoys her body. You enjoyed it too. It didn’t harm anyone, and it made both you and her happier.”

He whimpered, certain he was missing something but found it impossible to discern what it was. 

“There is nothing wrong with people wanting to look sexy. To have nice, big, thick, soft bodies… and there is nothing wrong with boys like you wanting to touch them. To feel them… Or for those women to touch you.”

She gently placed a hand on his thigh and squeezed a little. Something about her smile was different. More genuine. Yet somehow… less. No, she wasn’t just smiling. She was smug. 

“Society changes as people change. This is the natural course. New technology allows people to live happier lives.”

He could hardly disagree. It was hard to say most people he knew were anything but happy. 

“But should they be?”

David could feel through Doctor Valnurana’s hand just how easy it would be. How easy his life could be. Letting go of his worries and cares, issues which even now he struggled to articulate. 

But he couldn’t. Doctor Valnurana looked at him, curious. 

“Should they what, David?”

“Be happy.” He said at last. “They smile. They feel happy. But there has to be more to life than this. People shouldn’t just be happy all the time… they should be sad. They should be miserable sometimes. They should feel pain, loss, sorrow. Those things are what make happiness meaningful.”

He looked into the doctor’s eyes as he spoke.

“It can’t be right that we just… forget everything else. There has to be more to life than smiles and… and vapid, empty sports and films, and drinking and laughing. It doesn’t feel right. It doesn’t feel real. It’s like… like a plastic coating on the real world. We’re hiding from the real world and… if we don’t remember it, we’ll forget it forever.”

Her lips didn’t move. Her eyes didn’t waver. Not a muscle in her perfectly formualted face changed, or the rest of her. Yet David couldn’t help but see a change. She seemed… sad. 

“Well, David, I have a preliminary diagnosis. You seem to be averse to societally standard stimuli and norms due to I suspect underlying trauma and mental blocks. We will begin your treatment soon.”

Doctor Valnurana retrieved her pen. She began to write a few more notes. 

“That will be all, David.” She said after a few moments, turning back to him, smiling as ever. “Nurse Abby and Bella will take you back to your room.”

“Will I… when can I leave?”

Doctor Valnurana put her pen down. The sound of it hitting the desk resonated in his mind. She regarded him like one might a small child. 

“Once you’re better.”