David slept deeply in Nurse Bella’s arms, not waking once as he was carried through the building and tucked gently into bed. The boy’s twitching in his sleep brought a silent giggle to her lips as she left the boy to his undoubtedly erotic imaginings.
Just a short time later, a familiar form slid into the room looking down at the sleeping form of David as he slept. Smiling to herself, she reached over to the panel on the side of the bed and turned the lighting up to daytime very slowly.
She gently sat on the edge of David’s bed, allowing her weight to create a divot that subtly sent David sliding into her side, until his slight form was nestled against her prodigious thigh. Without ceremony, she reached down to open her nursing smock, before she descended upon the passed out young man at her side.
As he slept, David’s dreams had wandered. A vista of pure sexual arousal met him. Mountainous breasts, sensually shaped valleys and the ever-present mocking grins of thick, pouty lips towered over him from all angles as he traversed a truly incredible world. Air thick with cloying scents of feminine sex and odour made his breathing short and shallow.
His wandering seemed to be without end, lost amidst an immeasurable plateau of sex. Yet suddenly from wispy pink clouds above he saw a vision of Doctor Roxanne, a giant form of her towering over the landscape, kilometers tall. Her massive body slowly descended, smothering the land in front of him like a tidal wave of flesh. He made to run but his feet wouldn’t move. Closer and closer, her titanic body pressed down, until everything went dark.
Unsure if he was still dreaming, he felt the tremendous weight of the collossal heavy breast covering his entire torso as he was dragged out of his fitful sleep brought on by sheer bone deep exhaustion. Opening his eyes he found most of his vision obstructed by the swell of her immense breast, even as struggled and pushed to see the face of the woman who was smothering him in his sleep. At last saw the familiar, warm face of Dr. Amme.
Confusion clouded his foggy mind as he tried to orient himself in time and space, so recently roused from slumber. “M-mo… I mean D-doctor Amme?”
Dr. Amme giggled as she reached underneath him to gather the still reeling young man into her lap, depositing him delicately before positioning his mouth near her already leaking nipple. A thick white stream of her cream was following the curve of her breast, only to disappear out of his sight as the immense swell of her bosom covered most of his body.
“Mmmm, I know what you were going to say. I don’t mind if you call me that little one.” She smiled as she gently but firmly hugged him closer to her soft body. “For now though, I have a better use for that thirsty mouth of yours. It’s time for your bliss therapy”.
David tried to recover from her gentle hug, feeling himself sinking into her soft flesh, but struggled to pull his thoughts together. Surely she couldn’t expect him to nurse so soon?
“But Dr. Roxanne she… I’m… full?” David almost asked plaintively, looking around the windowless room in vain for a sign of how long it had been. There was no time in this place, no way of orienting himself.
Dr. Amme laughed at that, and gave him a kiss on the forehead as though he were a confused child waking up from a nap.
“Sweetheart, that was days ago… don’t you remember? Oh my sweet, confused little boy. You’ve come along so well in some ways, but in others I can see we still have work to do.”
David frowned and frantically tried to look past her ominously encroaching breast as its sheer mass slowly began to creep up his chest. No… it hadn’t been days… had it? Come to think of it, how long had he been here at all? Trying to remember made his sleep deprived head swim. Yet he felt so full…
“Sweetie we’ve talked about this… you need to trust that mommy knows best.” Her condescending tone tugged at the remnants of his pride, simultaneously seeking to evoke his ire for any excuse to belittle him, whilst reminding him of his place.
“That’s why you are here. You were so confused, so many big boy thoughts… but with our help you don’t get confused. From now on you should just let us worry about things like that. We don’t want you straining yourself. It’s so much for a sweet little boy like you to worry about”
She smiled as she gently stroked his cheek. David wanted to say something. felt like he should. but he found his words failing him as a tear began to form in his sleep deprived eye. It wasn’t true! How long had it been? What time was it? Dimly, he wondered if it even mattered anymore.
As one tear became two, soon they trickled freely down his cheeks. Doctor Amme gently but firmly moved his lips to her protruding and throbbing nipple.
“Oh sweet boy, you must be delirious from thirst. Come to mommy, sweetie. She’ll make it all better…”
He opened his mouth to object only for her to seat her massive nipple between his lips, cutting off his half-formed protests at the source.
“Shhhh, good boys listen. Good boys don’t try to speak. Good boys obey… now be a good boy, and drink your medicine.”
David felt the torrent of rich milk hit his already overtaxed stomach. He had consumed a massive dose of bliss not more than an hour ago, in spite of her insistence. Heaving for breath, he found himself becoming faint. As his eyes fluttered and his consciousness began to wink, out he had a vision of some small part of himself clinging to a rock in a dark and stormy sea conjured from the slowly fading memory of his beloved books.
All around him that sea raged and roiled as his arms steadily grew numb from holding onto the rock. The cold, slick stone was increasingly difficult to keep a hold of. He looked around in fear as he felt something tugging at his ankle looking beneath the waves, and could just make out the curvy feminine forms beneath the waves. They were reaching up, grasping through the inky water to gently tug at him, beckoning him to let go and join them in the endless abyss.
Crying he desperately tried to hold on… but slowly, inevitably he felt his grip weakening. Their grips upon his feet, his legs, their hands slowly moving up to grasp his waist, became ever stronger. Finally, he felt it all slip away at once. For a moment he hung mid air, his stomach leaping as gravity reasserted itself. Before he even hit the waves, hundreds of feminine hands had grasped his virile young body and were lecherously pulling him down, to the depths that waited to consume him.
Doctor Amme watched his evident internal struggle with idle fascination. Grinning contentedly, she saw some small part of David’s very soul drowning in the loving flood of her milk. She had seen this look on the face of dozens of boys. She knew that it ment that she was making progress. Soon he would begin to accept his place in life, to accept that this was his fate. He would come to love it. To long for it. He would soon come to fear this way of life ever being taken from him.
Soon he would understand that reality was what mommy said it was. He would accept ttat no matter what his other senses might tell him, Mommy knew best. Mommy always knows best.
****
“Good morning, David.”
David looked up to see Nurse Bella peering down at him, smiling into his sleep-weary face.
“Let’s get you dressed. You have an appointment.”
David didn’t argue. He didn’t fuss. He felt that same sense of inevitability like an icy clutch around his heart. It wouldn’t make a difference, it would just earn him some chagrin inducing motherly attentions, or worse.
“How do you feel this morning?”
“I’m…” He began, reaching for an answer, but he swallowed them down. “I’m tired.”
“Oh I’m sure. You had a very big day yesterday.”
David didn’t say a thing. He just let his massive minder dress him, and obediently took her hand when it was offered.
As they left his room, he clung to her hand. In fact, he pulled himself to her arm and clung to it with both of his hands.
Nurse Bella just smiled. David was coming along well.
In the end, they all changed. In the end… they all wanted to.
David had no idea what the room he was entering was until the doors opened, and this was no different. His heart raced and he gripped Nurse Bella’s hand a little tighter in anticipation, wondering what lurid sexual fate awaited him behind the opaque pink wall ahead. Nervous… and not entirely in a bad way - though he wouldn’t admit it to himself, not quite yet.
As the door slid silently open, ahead of him he saw the by now familiar sight of Doctor Valnurana at her desk.
She didn’t have to say a word. Nurse Bella didn’t have to nudge him forwards. He walked in of his own accord. Part of him told himself he was going to maintain some dignity by walking on his own rather than being ushered around like a child, or that he simply wanted to get it over with. Neither was the case, though the poor boy didn’t know it yet.
As he approached Doctor Valnurana’s desk, his feet moving almost automatically, Nurse Bella closed the door behind him and he was once again trapped with the voluptuous doctor.
She was resting her elbows on her desk and staring directly at him. Analysing him. His posture. His movements. His behaviour. His stance. His breathing. Where he looked, where he didn’t. In just those short moments she had gathered enough information to start taking notes, scribbling away for a little while and leaving him standing in front of her desk.
Anxiety gnawed away at him. What would it be this time? He’d lost track of how many times he’d been treated to her ‘therapy’ sessions. A nervous thought at the back of his mind wondered if it might have been far more than he could remember. His memories felt so… fluid. So hard to hold on to, so difficult to recall.
The longer he waited, the more she wrote. The more she wrote, the more anxious he became. Yet he had long since learned her patience had no bounds.
“W-what do you want with me?”
Doctor Valnurana’s writing slowed to a stop, and she put down her pen to fix him with a delighted grin.
“To help you, of course, David. You know that. That’s why you’re here. But I am very happy to see you volunteering yourself to me. It’s only natural for a boy to do so.”
He grimaced at her words, she always found the least charitable way to interpret his actions, twisted everything he said or did to her own hyper-sexualised ends.
“Today I’ve compiled many of my notes into a report.” She said at last, patting the mountain of papers in front of her, at least two inches thick. “I’d invite you to read through it all, but I think that might be a bit beyond you. Boys don’t tend to understand the complex language of a medical report such as this very well.”
Wincing, he wanted to disagree, but as he craned his neck up to be able to see over the lip of the table he saw just how thick the paperwork was. It would take hours, maybe days for him to read through all of that… even if he could understand it.
“So instead I thought I’d sit you on my lap and… explain things to you.” She ran her tongue along her lips for a moment, savouring what was to come. “Then you can sign it to show you agree with my findings.”
“B-but-” he stammered, but caught himself.
The look in her eyes told him she was just waiting to pounce on what he said, and he could already imagine how she would pave over any complaints he had with accusations of infantile stubbornness. He swallowed his pride, what little remained, and remained silent.
“Mmmm, I’m glad to see you’ve learned to be polite in a woman’s company, David. Those outbursts of yours are a sign of just how unhealthy your thinking had become. I’m so happy to see you are recovering.”
Her gleaming white teeth shone from her smile. He could only glare.
“Come sit up on my lap like a good boy, and I’ll start explaining my findings.”
She patted her lap and, feeling he had no other choice, moved around to her side of the desk. With little effort, she easily hoisted him up. Once he was rested atop her thighs, each one thicker than his entire body, she pulled him back against her with a single arm.
A sinking feeling collected in his throat as he felt her soft, squishy body begin to envelop him once more in its cleavage. Tugging her shirt up she unleashed her monumental breasts to drape across his arms, cementing his place against her stomach as their mass easily swallowed his entire upper body.
“Mmmmfh!” He groaned in exasperation, fighting for any room at all in the close confines of her cleavage.
“Nice and comfortable, hmmm?” She bit her tongue between her teeth at the delightful feeling of his tiny body being so easily consumed by her own flesh.
Eventually he was able to push his head out of her cleavage, but found that he could see nothing below him. Gasping for breath, all he could see were her humongous breasts. They filled his entire view.
“I can’t see!” David managed to get out as he desperately fought against the tides of titflesh pressing in on either side of him, slowly entombing him as he had been so many times before.
As their sheer mass came to its inevitable resting point, David’s body barely a dent between their colossal size, she tittered and sent the globes jiggling slightly around his body.
“Oh now, no need, remember? I’ll be telling you what these big important words mean, so you don’t need to read them. You just need to listen to Mommy, agree with Mommy, and obey Mommy.”
He whimpered defeatedly as her words hit him, spelling his doom as clearly as the physical mass of her breasts had already done. As her hands began to lecherously prise his thighs apart, he couldn’t get his arms past the swell of her breasts - pinned as they were beneath their sheer size. In short he was once again helpless to whatever torments she decided to deliver upon him. He couldn’t even see what she was doing to him, and so every touch sent jolts of shock and sexual thrill through his immobilized body.
“Now, David, let’s start at the beginning.” She began tugging down his tight fitting shorts to unceremoniously expose his already hardening cock, responding automatically to the feel of her flesh, the scent of her body. “When you were a child, your father taught you many things. Some of those were good things, and some… were bad. They weren’t just bad, they were wrong. Those old books of yours talk about a world we don’t live in anymore, but he taught you that you should think the way the people who wrote them did. That’s silly, though, isn’t it David? We live in the future now. Things are different. What those people said doesn’t apply anymore.”
“It does!” He managed to squeal, before her teasing fingers found their way to his cock and interrupted him.
“No, David, they were writing about a very different world. A bad world. The way things used to be was bad. Now they are good. Everything is better now. You don’t need to question anything. You just need to listen to what your Mommies tell you.”
She tweaked the head of his cock with one finger and thumb, just gently stroking the head at a casual pace, but it was more than enough to send the by-now hyper-sensitized organ into a throbbing mess. Whatever fractured mental barriers remained to the lad by now were easily crushed under the merest feather-light touch of her experienced matriarchal hand.
“You’ve been misinformed about so many things. I’ve reviewed your school records and it’s not your fault. Your teachers failed to teach you correctly. They failed to inform you of the truth, to frame your thinking appropriately for the modern day.”
As she spoke, she slipped her fingers around his cockhead, forming a gentle ring to tease at the very edge of his corona.
“It’s perfectly natural for women to be so much larger, so much stronger than you.” She droned, a soft and gentle but even tone, that wore away at his mind like the endless drops of water against the rocks slowly wore away at the shore. “And thus its normal for women to be in charge. If they’re so much bigger and so much stronger, and smarter, and so beautiful, it’s only natural that they make decisions for you. They make better choices, and they know what’s best for you. They know you better than you know yourself.”
He rocked his head from side to side, but found that no matter what he did, he couldn’t block out her voice. He couldn’t escape the endless tide of her tirade. Her menacing fingers didn’t let up, constantly teasing his helpless exposed cock, rotating slowly back and forth as she stroked ever so slowly over and around and back down over his now slick and dripping head.
“Good boys listen. Good boys obey. Good boys get all horny and fuzzy minded around women with big, soft tits like these… and that’s okay. That’s normal. This is all normal.”
He tried to defy her words by shaking his head but even that tiny morsel of resistance was rendered impossible by the sheer mass of her breasts pressing in around him. He was denied even the slightest denial of her words as they poured endlessly like venomous drops from her tongue to run down the crease of cleavage between her enormous breasts, to pool around the tiny divot his head created in their overwhelming fullness.
“Good boys love nothing more than to be touched, and loved, and doted upon. Which is fine, because there is nothing women love more than to love them, touch them, and dote upon them.”
She reinforced her words by grasping his cock more firmly between her forefinger and thumb, and stroking ever so slightly more firmly. Yet to his now hyper-sensitive body, even that tiny change was enough to send shivers through the boy so thoroughly entrapped between her enormous tits.
“You want to be a good boy, David. You want to do as you’re told. The transformation is a natural part of growing up. It’s the last step to you becoming the boy you were always meant to be. Then you’ll spend the rest of your life in total bliss… never worrying about any of these silly things ever again.”
Just the soft pressing of her breasts against him was enough to drive the poor lad nuts, let alone her expert manipulation of his cock. The constant sexual contact the boy was subjected to had begun to rewire his brain to not only accept but soon crave physical closeness, and now when he wasn’t nestled up against one of the doctors’ or nurses’ massive bosoms he felt so cold and empty.
“Soon you’ll be a good boy. You’ll be like all men should be. You’re so confused, David. Things are different now. Women have changed and so now men have to as well… to suit us. You will fit our purposes, just like we once fit yours.”
For a moment Doctor Valnurana’s voice trembled as she spoke those words. That cut through the sexual haze suffocating David for just a moment, like an ice cold spike through the cotton candy packing around his mind. What did she mean?
“Those books of yours, David, your father’s books. They were written in a time when women were subject to the wants and whims of men. That’s not the case anymore.” His whole body stiffened and Doctor Valnurana noticed it. The tone of her voice changed. The warm, cloying, self-assuredness dissolved. It fractured, fragmented. It took on a grating tone like rough stone. “You don’t fit the new world, David, but this is how things are now. If you don’t fit, you have to change… and that is why we must change you.”
Her voice dropped further. Now it was cold. Cold and clinical.
“You remind me so much of my husband. Boys like you always do. You lose yourself in books, in reading, in philosophy and thinking, and you left a woman like me to the side. I was beautiful, but because I didn’t encompass the depth of mystery he could find in the world’s secrets hidden in the yellowing pages of a book that had long since become irrelevant I was destined to be little more than one more trophy on his shelf, hanging from his arm as we attended one vapid ceremony after another.”
David listened raptly as an icy chill ran down his spine.
“That was what drove me to start this institution. Society had begun to awaken to the problem, but it hadn’t found its solution. Transformation was the answer. Yet there were so many holdouts, so many who asked questions. So many who wanted to stand in my way, to stop the world becoming what I wanted it to be. One that fit around me rather than tried to make me fit what it wanted me to be. I was here to answer those questions by making those who asked them stop asking.”
Doctor Valnurana’s fingers grasped his cock tighter, and her stroking of his cock became steady. Relentless. A vigorous milking motion which left no doubt as to her intentions. She was driving home a point. The inevitability of it. Her control. Her power. His helplessness.
“My husband was my first patient. In him I made my breakthrough. I found that inside every man is a little boy who wants nothing more than to be once again buried in his mommy’s tits. Why should men like that run the world? Surely the mommies should be in charge. That psychological presence, that inner little boy was just one step removed from reality. All we had to do was change the body to reflect the reality inside. You men are just helpless things when presented with a massive pair of tits like these. Your minds, so full of complex thoughts, ancient questions, moral dilemmas… all of those tangled threads just melt away when we shove your faces into a big, jiggling pair of breasts. When you drink our mind-numbing cream, you’re filled with bliss…”
Her forefinger and thumb began to stroke over his head relentlessly, squeezing and milking his cock mercilessly as her hand became a blur.
“You feel as if you have been robbed, David. You feel like we took away your chance to lead a life of your own. That we took your agency from you… but the reality is you never had any to begin with. What we have done is not create an artificial control but reassert the natural order of things. You men were just playing pretend at ruling the world… but we all know deep down women were always in control. Now we’re just helping you fit into the role you were always meant to fill…”
Her calculate, merciless stroking of his cock was echoed in her words. This was the role he was supposed to fill. His fragile masculinity was naught but a momentary blip upon the timeline of the world, an anomaly to be crushed back into line underneath the sheer mass of her feminine form.
David’s voice cracked as he let out a truly pitiful squeal. A mix of utter sexual abandon and the utter abandonment of his self.
“That’s it… that’s it… give in, David. Give in to the inevitable. You know I’m right. You know this is where you belong… sat in a woman’s arms, her touching you, enjoying you… just as men once did to me. This is right. This is natural.”
The endless procession of her words battered against his already defeated mind, imprinting her beliefs so thoroughly upon him that he began to doubt he had ever disagreed with her at all. He was so close now that the bubbling hormones within him were drowning out any other thougth but the overwhelming desire to cum. It made it impossible to even think. He barely even heard what she was saying, how could he begin to form a response? How could he fight back? He felt trampled underfoot.
“Now you will sign my report, David. You will agree with everything I have just said.”
Her hand left his cock and, for a few moments, his body didn’t notice the sensations had stopped. For a while the throbbing of his heart in his throat was matched by the simultaneous throbs of his cock, bouncing freely in the air.
David gasped, he moaned, and began to squirm… but he couldn’t free himself. So close, so close… he wanted - no NEEDED to cum.
“You will sign these documents, David. This is your surrender. You will agree to my words, and accept the way things are.”
He wrenched his body within the mass of her breasts, animalistically trying to reach down to stroke himself to completion, but simply could not fight past the ever-encompassing tits which threatened to drown him in flesh.
Yet Doctor Valnurana brought the documents up in front of his eyes, letting him see them at last. The notes she had been taking from the moment he had arrived. In the midst of his feverish struggles, he fitfully came to a stop when he saw it at last.
They weren’t notes. They were drawings. Drawings of males drowned in tits, submerged under the massive bodies of their mommies. Blank, vacant expressions on their faces as they were nursed. Squirming in ecstasy as they were milked.
Yet what terrified him most was how every blank space was filled with an endless stream of her sexual nonsense.
“Good boys obey. Good boys cum. Listen to your mommy. Give in. Give in. GIVE IN.”
This is what she had been writing as he had debated her, argued with her, pleaded with her. As she had watched his treatments, watched him be sexually molested over and over again. As she had observed him and so many other boys through the cameras. As she had pleasured herself to the point of exhaustion watching males be subjected to her tyrannical maternal desires.
Only then did David finally understand. Only then did it all finally become clear.
“You will sign these documents the way a good boy should, David.” She said at last, having given him time to look over page after page of her manic sexual designs. “Good boys don’t think. They just obey. The way they show their surrender… is by cumming their brains out as their mommies milk them.”
Her fingers returned to his cock, which despite his momentary existential crisis, had not lost any of its desperation for touch. The extended absence of stimulation had in fact made his body desire it all the more. His traitorous cock throbbed and sung at her touch.
Forming a ring with her forefinger and thumb, she placed it just in front of the head of his cock, tickling the rim of his head.
“Boys always give in eventually. They all give in in the end.”
His mind reeled. There was simply only so much that one could process before the mind shut down in defence of itself. It was too much, all too much. What she had told him had shattered the foundations of his reality. Everything he had ever questioned was false, yet none of that mattered. The reality was that as she had knocked the legs out from under his beliefs he found a solid bedrock of undeniable truth.
It simply didn’t matter. Nothing he said or did or ever could or would do would ever change anything. He was one solitary voice lost in a sea of bliss, clinging to a life raft. Eventually, his strength would fail. Doctor Valnurana had no intention of letting him leave this place.
“Of course, if you still think I’m wrong, all you have to do is nothing.” She said matter-of-factly, before she leaned in closer and whispered directly into his ear. “But we both know you know I’m right. We both know you’re just a scared little boy pretending he’s not. But you don’t have to be anymore… just give in, show us all what we know you really are.”
He tried his best, summoning what little strength he had left, mustering the fragments of his defences. Yet every tiny movement of his body translated into a tiny twitch of his cock, which thrummed with pleasure at even the most minute sensation from her delicious milking fingers.
There was only so much the mind could handle, and David’s restraint snapped.
His body twitched, his cock momentarily thrusting in and out of her fingers, and he gasped at the overwhelming, throat-tightening pleasure that minute movement sent coursing through his veins. In moments he was thrusting with sheer wild abandon, sending ropes of pre-cum across her paperwork as his cock throbbed and dripped needily. A steady clear stream lubricated his every thrust into her fingers.
“That’s it, that’s it…” she cooed, venom dripping from her tongue. “I knew it. You all act so strong and noble, defiant to the end… but when the end comes… they all melt under my fingers.”
Her fingers moved, stroking up and down his cock at a hummingbird pace. David stopped breathing altogether as his vision went white, bliss encompassing his existence in totality.
As his mind slowly began to piece itself back together, his senses returned slowly and only in part. He felt something touching his hair. His chin was wet. Smelled something sweet. Something warm was pressed into his cheek. His skin felt tingly. His arms and legs were tired. At some point he realised he was awake, not dreaming, as he crested above the surface of the water in his mind.
David blinked away his exhaustion, barely stirring.
Doctor Valnurana was gently stroking his hair, his face pressed into her breast. He’d been drooling.
“How do you feel, David?”
He didn’t answer. He just stared into her face. That smug grin. That cold, dispassionate stare.
“I want to talk to you about the transformation, David. I think you’re ready to accept your true self.”
David felt a tiredness that went beyond words. Physical, mental… even spiritual. His soul was tired. His very being was beyond its exertion.
Those eyes of hers said it all. Not a hint of mercy. Not an ounce of negotiation. Not a grain of freedom.
Yet behind it… behind it all, he remembered what she had said. Not about him, but her husband. Her husband had been… a man. A normal man. Yet she had been treated the way… the way women wanted to treat him now.
As his eyes widened in realisation, in rememberance, Doctor Valnurana’s stroking of his hair stopped. His head lifted from her breast just enough to look into those eyes of hers.
There was more than just power there. There was
“David, are you ready to become who you were always meant to be?” Somehow her voice felt forced. Strained. As if she was hiding something.
No, she was hiding something. Everybody had been this whole time.
The aches of an unspeakable weariness tugged at his shoulders, and the sweet smell of her body felt like a tempting finger luring him back to an endless slumber.
“No.”
“What did you say?” Dr. Valnurana looked down seeming almost confused by his response, suspicion in her eyes.
“N-no…” David barely croaked out, shivering as the massive goddess of a doctor bore down on him quite literally, leaning over him as she spoke. He quaked as he said it. Doctor Valnurana’s eyes narrowed. The withering glare he recieved made him shiver.
Yet in that moment he saw past her outward confidence. It was in what she had said. Sleep deprivation and weariness battled with his determination. Swallowing to clear his anxious throat, he pressed on.
“You’re not what you say you are. You’re not this proud and powerful Doctor. You’re just a jealous and angry trophy wife who was mad at the world for not seeing how brilliant she was. You can change the whole world, convince us to change ourselves, but you’ll never change that.”
David smiled for a moment as, for the first time, he caught a glimpse of something other than smug condescension in the Doctor’s eyes.
“Well then, David, I suppose your delusions are more serious than I thought.”
Dr. Valnurana called in nurse Bella into the room. With a cold rage that belied her calm demeanor, she lifted David from het lap and deposited him into her arms.
“Nurse Bella it would seem that our methodology thus far has been… ineffective. David’s condition is far more serious than I feared. I want his bliss dose doubled, inform Doctor Amme.”
Nurse Bella seemed taken aback for a moment.
“Doubled?” She asked uncertainly, echoing the same thoughts racing through David’s mind. He was already struggling to drink the quantities of milk he was being forcibly breastfed on a daily basis.
“Yes, doubled!” Dr. Valnurana snapped, clear she would brook no disagreement. “Schedule him four times a day. We need to ensure he is never hungry for a moment. Also, have Abby make a call to the government liaison. Request that Agent Esmeralda be brought in.”
“But doctor…” Nurse Bella asked urgently, “isn’t it illegal to employ Re-Educators on patients?”
“I’ll worry about the paperwork. We simply must do all we can to help David here.” Doctor Valnurana’s eyes lingered on David as she spoke, and he couldn’t help but feel he had made a terrible mistake.