News and Midnight Surgeon Excerpt

Hello everyone. Sorry for not posting this summer, I got busy with work and fixing up some issues at my house (mostly issues with my well pump) and time got away from me.

Unfortunately, I don't have very good news. I'm having a bad day and I don't really know what to do.

Patreon just terminated my account (not just my page, but my entire account, so even the people I was subscribed to are now down a patron) without notice. Four years without so much as a complaint, and suddenly they decided I was "exclusively" promoting sex "violence". They have the worst customer service, it's all form letters sent by a chatbot that won't actually respond to you. I've appealed, but I have no expectation they'll even read it.

And now on top of that Blogger continues to slowly censor my posts here in the most absurd fashion. The posts they're blocking are some of my tamest captions, notably my old Tinkerbell cosplay captions, that have no nudity or sex. It's very odd, and seems to be getting worse.

I'm not really sure what I should do. I've been here for over a decade now, I hate to leave the site and I don't know where I could even go anyway. It's probably time to start a proper private site of my own, but I'm not even sure how best to do that or how I'd transfer everything from here to there, if that's even possible.

I just left a post on Patreon about an hour before it was terminated, in a bad coincidence. Unless they terminated my account because I was reticent about giving them my photo ID for age verification. I'm glad I didn't, now.

In that last post, I mentioned the possibility of starting a Discord for patrons, but I guess that option is off the table now. Maybe I can shift to updating my Subscribestar page finally, and try it later.

In the meantime, here's a short Midnight Surgeon excerpt I posted on the Patreon and meant to post here months ago. It's not a completed story, more just a bit of an experiment as I wanted to play with some new body mod ideas I had.

- B-Rex

Midnight Surgeon Test Draft

2023 by B-Rex

“And how are my favorite guinea pigs doing this morning?” The Midnight Surgeon quipped, pulling the curtain back with a flourish.

Megan and Tiffany both screamed back at him, their cries muted by the obscenely massive ball gags ballooning their cheeks. He smiled under his surgical mask, and ran his hands lovingly down their faces, feeling the rock-hard rubber balls through the skin.

Both college coeds struggled against their bonds, but six weeks of laying in the hospital beds and fighting against the thick bands and arm cuffs had long since taught them the effort was futile.

He turned his attention to their naked breasts, lifting each and letting them fall heavily back in place, taking notes aloud into a small tape recorder. “Seems like Subject One's implants are settling in nicely; the keyhole technique worked well, there's almost no visible scarring left. The subdermal webbing implant is doing a great job supporting the implants and surrounding adipose tissue, all weight is transferred directly to the shoulders and upper ribcage as expected.” He lifted and dropped Megan's volleyball sized breasts again and again, chuckling to himself as she silently raged through her gag. He glanced at her, and explained, “I've placed a thick mesh under each implant, and anchored it back to your ribs for support. Sadly, not my invention, but I have greatly improved on the original design. Ordinarily the anchors are rigid, but mine are made of a very flexible synthetic plastic, which can stretch and spring back.”

He suddenly tugged one of her round, unnaturally firm breasts down, pinching the nipple. She mewled behind the solid red ball in her mouth, her lips unable to pull closed around it, despite the strings running from her four lip piercings, pulling the massive lips around the ball so snugly nothing but frothing bubbles could escape.

Just as suddenly he released the orb, and it bounced up violently. If she hadn't been so tightly bound in place, it might have smashed into her face, instead of merely flopping repeatedly into the open air. “Wonderful effect, isn't it? They'll never sag, not one inch, even with a thousand CCs of silicone weighing them down. And that rebound, splendid!” He tugged on the massive boobs again, releasing each slightly off time, so that they bounced around, smacking into each other after a few bobs, and finally sloshing to a stop.

Smirking visibly even through his mask, he moved up her body and back to her face, stopping to check out the large hole in her throat. A thin line of surgical tubing stuck out of the esophagus, a combination of feeding and breathing tube. He stuck his gloved finger over the end, and the bubbles of rage behind her lips instantly blew up tenfold. Forced to breath entirely through her nose now, she screamed at him and was nearly able to make an actual sound. Laughing, he released the tube, and her cries of anger died down to a soft sucking sound of air pulling in and out of the small diameter hose.

He ran his hands over her face, gingerly examining her lips, massively enlarged by dozens of careful injections of filler until they were fleshing cylinders wrapped in a bloated ring around her gag. He idly wondered aloud if she'd even be able to talk without the gag, her lips would surely never fully close again, and after six weeks, her jaw might well be fused fully open. She glared at him, struggling to make even some sound heard as she fumed at his words, but all she managed was to flare out her lips slightly against the ball, emitting some froth.

“Subject One's ears have finished healing and might be ready for some additional work,” he noted, tugging at her ears one by one. Each had been cut at the top, a small notch of tissue removed, and then the gap pulled together and sewn closed. Now healed, each ear had a distinctly pointed shape. “Maybe a few piercings along this rim here, huh? I might do that later today. They'll go nicely with the nipple rings I picked out for you.”

She glared at him, but he had already moved on, now running his along the sides of her face. He traced the outsides of her eyes and brow ridge, and begin speaking into his recorder again.

“Four weeks since surgery, and Subject One's ocular work has fully healed. Socket breaking and resetting has mended, enlarging overall width substantially.” He poked at one of her eyes gingerly, as she blinked desperately. “The silicone implant under her right eye has not dislodged, and is successfully pushing the eye up and out. Likewise for the left eye.”

The Midnight Surgeon shone a small penlight into each of her eyes, making more observations into his recorder as she tried to turn her head away from the bright light.

“Synthetic eye lashes are all still here, that's good. Subdermal anchors seem to be working as expected,” he began, plucking none-to-gingerly at some of the massive lashes that opened like butterfly wings from each lid and. Despite the painful pulling, the plastic lashes stayed in place, deeply embedded into the skin by their thick bases. She frantically blinked back tears as he finally released her new lashes.

He ignored her reaction, and pointed the penlight directly into her eyes, peering closely in and squinting, his face filling her vision.

“And let's see... yes, the interocular lenses have seated themselves as expected, neither appear to have moved out of alignment. Lenses are significantly oversized,” he paused and looked down at Megan, who could only blink back, “As one would expect, seeing as they were originally made for horses. My, what big eyes you have, dear!”

He laughed at his bad joke, as he blinded her with the penlight once again. “Of course, as these lenses have a fixed focal length, Subject One has been getting used to being only able to focus on objects close to her face. Tell me Megan, are you enjoying your new view of the world?”

She impotently blew bubbles at him, as he chuckled, finally pulling back from her face. Instantly her vision returned to normal, a see of blurry shapes in the distance. Even her own feet were nothing but blobs. But overlaying it all was something else, something she couldn't help but see every time she opened her eyes.

He'd actually explained how the lenses worked before implanting them, as the eye surgery hadn't required her to be put under. Each lens had been laser etched with a pattern, and with both patterns in place just right, they'd line up, turning into a holographic image that seemed to exist out some distance from her.

Seemingly encircling her, and always at the edge of her peripheral vision, was a ring of giant, thickly veined cocks, all pointing towards her face. They bobbed out, appearing to be mere feet from her, but as her eyes moved, so did they, and she could never look directly at them. Knowing they were an illusion didn't help the constant sense of anxiety she got, seeing a dozen cocks ready to bukkake her face every time she opened her eyes. They were impossible to ignore, as was the giant spray of jizz shooting from them, appearing to hover just before her, defying gravity. She hated it nearly as much as every other change he'd done to her body.

The Midnight Surgeon finished his note taking, and at last fully turned his attentions to Tiffany, who could only blow bubbles of rage from behind her own massive gag.

Much like Megan, Tiffany's mouth looked like an orange had become lodged behind her lips, held in place by a series of lips piercings and small wires. Ignoring her own massively inflated breasts, he pulled two thick-walled PVC pipes out of her nose, eliciting a nearly audible wail from the girl despite the brightly colored ball gag.

“Let's see; left nostril is... eighteen millimeters horizontally, and... twelve millimeters wide vertically,” the Midnight Surgeon stated into his tape recorder, holding a small ruler up to her face. He repeated the measurements for her right nostril, as she seethed in pain and idle rage, nostrils flaring. He finished, and lifted two more PVC pipes from a tray on the table next to the bed. “Well, I'm pleasantly surprised at how well your nose is adapting. I think it's time we go up to the next size, my dear. A few more months, and you'll have a real snout there, ha!”

She struggled to move her head aside, but her bonds had almost no give to them, and soon she found herself snorting through two new inch-long pipes, her nostrils straining painfully tight around them.

Both girls fought against their bondage as he pulled more instruments from the table tray, and began to work on first Tiffany's and then Megan's lips, injecting another few CCs of yellowish fluid into both their upper and lower lips, causing the already tightly swollen flesh to swell even farther.

As always, he made sure to hold up a hand mirror before each of them, so they could see their newly enhanced faces after he finished the latest session of injections, eliciting more tears and incoherent pleas.

While both had received many injections and some similar modifications, both girls had nonetheless significant differences to their appearances.

Megan's face was dominated by her eyes, each appearing massively over-sized, like some cartoon girl from an anime.

Her pupils were permanently engorged, filling her eyes and coupled with her thick, artificial eye lashes, gave her a perpetual desperate pleading look, like some puppy dog begging for attention. Her tattooed on eyebrows, comically arched, only added to the appearance.

Her pointed ears finished everything off, poking out through her short bleached blonde hair. For all the world she looked like some sort of buxom fairy creature, with a bondage fetish.

Tiffany had the worst of it, though, as the Midnight Surgeon had focused his efforts heavily on ruining her beauty queen good looks. Now her face was a far more monstrous countenance that brought a wail to her bloated lips.

Like Megan's new eyes, Tiffany's nose dominated her face. The surgeon had enlarged the tip into a bulbous plum-sized ball of flesh, before breaking and resetting her septum to flatten and bend the nose sharply upwards. His on-going work to permanently widen her nostrils to inhuman proportions had given her a distinctly porcine appearance.

He'd left her auburn hair free to grow, but had mangled her ears, breaking and bending the cartilage in numerous places until they each took on the cauliflower look of a professional boxer. Like Megan's ears, he'd pointed her, but they were more sharply pointed, and so long they drooped over at the tips, adding to her pig-like visage.

But the worst was the tattoo; where Megan had only tattooed on pink lipstick and thin eyebrows, Tiffany's tattooing ran across her entire face, even up under the hairline as far as she could see, and down her neck towards her heaving breasts. The surgeon had spent many long days just working on her flesh, carefully tattooing her body a solid, deep green color. Her lips were a lighter green, matching her naturally emerald green eyes, and seemed to stick out from her otherwise deep green face.

Coupled with her naturally reddish hair, and transformed nose and ears, and she was well on her way to becoming some sort of hideous goblin creature to match Megan's fairy-like self.

After letting the two former college coeds take in their faces yet again, he returned the mirror to the bedside table and smiled down at them, wrinkling his surgical mask.

“Alright girls, I've got good news; today's the big day! It's time to take off those casts!”

He began pulling out more gear from the table, including some sort of electric saw. Both girls struggled in fear in their bonds, as he tested the spinning blade out.

He went to Megan first. Wrapped around her hips was a massive cast, two long tubes sticking out from the layers of plaster. “Don't be frightened, dear, this is good news indeed. We can finally take out that nasty catheter and enema hose. Besides, I'm sure you're both dying to see my latest handiwork.”

As with Megan, an identical cast was wrapped around Tiffany's hips. Both girls had awoken in bed six weeks earlier, with the casts already in place, and a strange numbness spreading through their lower bodies. The surgeon had delighted in telling them about their facial work as he worked on them, sparing none of the details.

But he had never even hinted at what the casts were for. The buzzing saw made short work of Megan's cast and he worked to pull the separated pieces from her one at a time, cutting off the catheter and tugging it out of her body without warning, making her body jump and sending her volleyball breasts sloshing violently around. Her head was too tightly bound for her to look down and see her newly revealed groin, but already something felt eerily wrong.

He repeated the cast removal on Tiffany, who likewise couldn't turn her head enough to see her groin.

Laughing at his unveiled work, he unlocked Tiffany's bed wheels, and spun the bed around, until she faced Megan, getting her first clear look at her friend in over a month. Both girls instinctively glanced down at the other's groin, and then screamed, for once able to get past both their breathing tubes and ball gags.

“They are magnificent, aren't they?” the Midnight Surgeon said, delightedly. “I really wasn't sure if it would work, but the results really do speak for themselves.”

Megan could only wail, just able to see what lay between her friend's legs, and knew her own groin had an identical modification waiting for her.

“I had to build a basic skeleton structure out of cartilage, for the tissue to attach itself to. Thank God for Three-D printers,” he chuckled, picking up a long handled brush from the table of surgical gear. He began gently running the brush down Megan's inner thigh, making her wail again, as something stirred to life for the first time in her life. “Most of the tissue came from your thighs and love handles. I needed a fair bit of adipose tissue to get this sort of girth. And I took out some veins and arteries from your legs, they're long since healed back of course.”

Megan's eyes strained to look down, as something began to rise up, gently bobbing just at the edge of her vision, filling a gap in the ring of cocks encircling her. She wailed as it grew closer, and closer, finally coming close enough to come into full focus.

“I based the shape after a horse cock, obviously,” the surgeon was continuing to explain something about nerve connections and tissue contouring, as Megan stared in horror at the two-foot long, rapidly hardening cock now filling her vision.

“Of course,” he said at last, running the brush up and down her shockingly sensitive new addition, “I had to do something with all that vaginal fluid you sluts continuously produce. Since you don't naturally have a prostate, I had to build one. Each of your testicles is actually an expandable breast implant, designed to hold and store all that lubricant your bodies make. I added a small implant just inside the PC muscle itself that fills with air through this one-way valve here--”

She felt him poke her somewhere near her asshole, and gurgled around her gag, as the sensations of the brush became too much for her. Six weeks with zero stimulation and whatever the bastard had done to her ruined sex had made her more sensitive than she'd ever been. With another actually audible scream, she felt her body seize up, jerking against her bonds, as her now rock-hard cock bent upwards at her own face, just pushing past her giant tits.

A second after the orgasm hit her, the implant in her PC muscle was squeezed flat as the muscle constricted, and drown a liter of air into her fake testicles, displacing the fluid stored within.

A second later, her cocks pulsed violently, disgorging a geyser of thickened pussy juice into her face, as her orgasm hit again, and then again, each time allowing the implant to refill with air before blasting it into her fake balls and sending more fluid flying at her face.

Megan wailed as the multiple orgasm wave finally crested, and she fell back against the bed, for once unable to strain against her bonds. Her body was weak, and the stink of old pussy juice was overwhelming.

“Of course,” the surgeon continued, as if he hadn't noticed her sudden outburst. “I can also refill those fake balls with any suitable fluid I want through the other two valves under your new scrotum. Like the pint of bull semen you just sprayed on yourself.”

Megan's eyes snapped back open, as the sticky slime of her ejaculation ran down her face, mingling on her bloated lips.

“Now,” he said, turning around, and holding up his brush. “Let's get a demonstration from Tiffany the Troll here.”

Tiffany screamed as he began to gently provoke her own erection, lovingly describing exactly what creatures he'd based her cock on.

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