Chapter 3 - after surgery

As Gina lies on a low hospital bed in her recovery room, a lightweight white gown covering her body, Alma waits patiently by her side for the anesthetic to wear off. The door opens, and a man in a white coat with a clipboard walks in. "How is she?" he asks, touching Gina's forehead with the back of his palm.

Gina stirs in her sleep as Alma responds that she is stable, then opens her eyes for the first time, groggy with drugs and sleep. "Very good. She's beginning to come around." The man says. "Let me give you my surgical notes and then we'll see how she responds.

Alma nods, listening to the man intently, her glance occasionally wandering to Gina as she drifts in and out of sleep and waking, gradually returning to the land of the living. "Well, she responded very well in surgery, very clear data from the neural mapping, so thank you for your good work on that front, it makes it much easier for me to do a good job when I have good data." Alma smiles at the compliment, taking pride in the praise of her quality work.

"I think I managed to almost completely sever nerves to her primary genitals, although I did leave a little surprise I'll tell you about in a minute." Says the man, smiling proudly. "I don't think there should be any rogue sensation for her in her vulva or vagina, but just let me know if you suspect that. I'm pretty sure I got everything tied in tightly to her digestive and gastric nervous system, and I'm comfortable it's all pretty text-book in terms of stimulation order. Mouth is tied to labia major, tongue to labia minor, swallowing reflex to the clitoris, and stretch receptors in the vagina to satiation receptors in the stomach. All of them are attenuated to what I think will be a pretty good level, she'll need to eat well past normal satiation to come close to orgasm. Response is multiplied by the presence of fatty or sugary foods of course. She'll still feel hunger, and still have normal satiation and reward, although I took the liberty of dialing down her satiation responses and increasing her hunger point as well as increasing the endorphin rewards for sugar and fats. Any questions?"

Alma smiles, shaking her head. "It sounds like it all went really well Dr. Oh - what did you say was the surprise you'd left her?"

The man grins, "Oh, you know the surgeons all have little things they like to do - I implanted her with a couple of quirks - she'll still have a strong need for breast stimulation to orgasm, and her breasts are going to be pretty sensitive, although only in combination with the presence of sugary or fatty foods in her mouth and esophagus. Without them she won't have any sensation in her secondary sexual organs either, although she will still feel a strong sexual need. I dialed up her libido to a level some surgeons think is inappropriately high, but I feel it really helps. The thing I'm most pleased with though is that I managed to re-thread a few taste receptors into her vulva. No matter how sexually aroused she is, she won't be able to achieve orgasm without a layer of sugary or fatty substance on her vulva - in order to cum she'll be forced to smear something sweet or fatty over her pussy." Alma and the man both begin to laugh, appreciating the artistry of the surgeon in achieving these modifications to Gina's neural pathways.

As Gina begins to sit up in her bed, rubbing the sleep from her eyes, looking around her at Alma's familiar face and the unfamiliar man, she takes in the sparse furnishings, and realizes she is unrestrained, except for a collar around her neck linked by a flexible metal cable to cuffs on each ankle. Alma approaches her bedside, helping her to sit up in bed, propping her back with pillows, and in a deft movement pulls the cable through a ring in the collar, shortening it. Gina is startled, and moves her body a little frantically, trying to understand what Alma has done. Sitting up she feels fine, but realizes after a moment that the shortened cable will not allow her to lie down or stand up straight - her knees will have to remain bent in order to hold her ankles closer to her neck.

"W-what? Please? What happened? What are you doing? Alma? Please? I don't remember anything except..." Alma smiles as she watches the look on Gina's face as she remembers her helpless ordeal on the testing table.

"Don't worry Gina," The girl soothes, "It's over - your surgery is complete, everything went fine. This is Doctor Stevens, he was just explaining to me that everything went well. Let's run you though your paces shall we? How do you feel? Try to relax, and answer me honestly, it will be easier for you if you do."

"I-I- I feel, I don't know, I mean, I feel like I'm in shock - this has got to be a sick joke."

"Gina, please," interjects the Doctor, "I'm interested in how you feel. Are you hungry? Do you feel any pain? Do you feel any sexual arousal?"

Gina blinks in disbelief. "What? What do you mean? I- erm, yes, I'm a little hungry. I don't think I'm in any pain."

"Do you feel any level of sexual arousal, Gina? Please answer the question."

"That's none of your business. No - of course not, I, er, I. No!"

The Doctor smiles conspiratorially at Alma, who has been working bringing plastic boxes from a refrigerator in the corner, and setting their contents on a low coffee table in the center of the room. "Here are some snacks for you Gina, most people are hungry when they come out of surgery, please help yourself." she says with a smile, stepping back to reveal several large chocolate covered cakes, cut neatly into large pieces, a bowl of what looks like chocolate mousse, two tubs of dark chocolate ice-cream, and a 32oz cup filled with what looks like chocolate milk-shake.

"M-my neck - my ankles - they..?" Gina begins, but Alma cuts her off.

"Oh, don't worry about that Gina, that's just a precaution - regulations - it's called a humbler, and it's required until we're quite sure there are no unfortunate side-effects from the surgery. It just makes it impossible to stand, walk, or run - you'll need to kneel, or crawl on hands-and-knees - it's ok, the table is low, so you won't have a problem. Now, go ahead, help yourself, let me help you up."

Alma puts her arm around Gina, helping her to position herself on the side of the bed and slide out onto the floor. Feeling the ankle cuffs pull on her neck collar she kneels up, her feet beneath her buttocks, while she gets her bearings. She feels ok, but now the food is in front of her she realizes she is ravenously hungry, and, and what? She puts the thought out of her head for a moment, but in a second it is back - she feels a stirring in her pelvis, a twinge of sexual arousal, a flush of familiar desire. Absent mindedly her hand brushes her breast, and she is surprised by a lack of sensation at the contact. She moves her hand back, cupping a breast through the thin fabric of the hospital gown. She gasps, "I - I can't feel anything!" She mutters, half to Alma, and half to herself. Then, exploring her body, and noticing she has normal sensation in most of it, her hand wanders to her crotch. Reaching under the gown her fingers explore her genitals, touching the usually sensitive lips of her sex, only to find no feeling at all!

"Please - what have you done to me?" She begins to babble, but Alma guides her to the table, helping her uncertain movement on all fours.

"Here." Says Alma, offering Gina a spoonful of slightly soft melting ice-cream. Gina opens her mouth reflexively, her distressed and puzzled expression suddenly changing to one of delight. As Alma guides another spoonful into her eager mouth, Gina relaxes onto her haunches in front of the table. "Help yourself!" Alma says, offering the spoon to Gina's waiting hand, but Gina needs no second invitation. She takes slice of the cake, bringing the rich chocolate sponge and cream layers to her lips, her mouth salivating at the thought of it, and takes an enormous bite.

The effect is immediate, and she feels it in every part of her body, as if a jolt of the most delightful electricity had been put through her. She shivers as she feels the sensations run from her mouth through her torso, her nipples contracting to tiny erect buttons, her thighs relaxing as she settles on her haunches, unconsciously spreading her legs slightly, her un-covered pussy feeling the slightest teasing tinge of pleasure, as if a lover had grazed it gently with his fingers. She gasps, her mouth full of cake, and swallows, the action producing an unfamiliar symphony of sensations as her vagina tinges slightly in synchronicity with her throat, a faint tingle in her nipples, a pleasant glow in her lower abdomen. "OH!" She exclaims as she swallows the last remnants of cake. "Oh no - what have you done to me! No! Please - please undo it I don't want it - please!"

Doctor Stevens smiles at her "No problem Gina, just try a little more to eat, then we can talk about it, OK?" Gina's mind understands the trap that she is walking into, but her body is crying out for more food, her stomach rumbling with hunger, and her pussy beginning to ache with need. She nods, her mind screaming out to her to stop, to put down the slice of cake, not to obey the terrible urges that are filling her head. She takes the piece of cake in her hand, and takes another bite of it, the sensations in her body rewarding her with a rush of endorphins as her taste buds luxuriate in the sugars and fats, her vulva beginning to lubricate more energetically, sensations of light stimulation running over her vaginal lips as she swallows, taking another bite as fast as she is able.