Chapter 2: Setup
The Neural Adjustment Suite was warmer than the hallway, the lights softer. It hummed with a low, reassuring frequency. The centrepiece was a machine that looked like a cross between a sleek massage chair and something from a futuristic film. It had a wide, padded cradle to kneel on, with supports for the limbs and a complex array of sensors and articulated arms hanging above it. A helmet studded with softly glowing nodes rested on a stand beside it.
Three women turned as Ellie entered. The one in the white coat, her dark hair in a neat bun, had the calm, assessing eyes of a doctor. The other two wore practical blue scrubs. One was a tall, athletic woman with a cascade of brown hair and colorful tattoos snaking down her forearms. The other had her blonde hair tied back, her smile warm and knowing, one hand resting on the gentle curve of her pregnant belly.
“Eleanor,” the doctor said, her voice smooth and professional. “I’m Dr. Long. This is Anya,” she gestured to the tattooed woman, who gave a cheerful wave, “and Susan.” The pregnant woman smiled, her eyes crinkling at the corners. “Welcome. We’ll be guiding you through the procedure today.”
“Hi,” Ellie managed, her voice thin.
“Nothing to be nervous about,” Anya said, stepping forward. Her energy was palpable, vibrant. “I did the Body Familiarity module three years ago. Best six months of my life. Seriously. You’re gonna love it.”
“The machine looks after you,” Susan added, her hand stroking her bump absently. “It’s all about letting go. Giving in. Your brain gets a nice, long vacation from all that thinking.”
Dr. Long picked up a tablet. “We’ll start with some preliminaries. First, we need you to disrobe. Everything goes in the locker there.” She pointed to a small cubicle in the corner. “Then we’ll do a quick physical assessment to calibrate the sensors. The machine needs to understand your body’s current response thresholds.”
Ellie’s heart hammered. She nodded, unable to speak, and moved to the cubicle. The door didn’t lock. She undressed quickly, folding her jeans and shirt with shaking hands. The air in the room felt suddenly very direct on her skin. She stood for a moment, naked, her arms crossed over her chest. Taking a shaky breath, she stepped out.
The three women were waiting, their gazes clinical but not unkind. Ellie felt utterly exposed, her large breasts feeling heavier, her broad hips seeming to take up more space in the room. The posters from the waiting room flashed in her mind.
“Beautiful form,” Dr. Long said, not looking up from her tablet. “Perfect for the module. Anya?”
Anya came forward, a soft measuring tape in her hands. “Just gonna get some stats, Ellie. Help the machine help you.” Her touch was confident, matter-of-fact. She looped the tape around Ellie’s bust, her fingers brushing the sides of her breasts. “Full C-cup. Great.” She measured her hips next, her hands settling on the pronounced curves. “Excellent pelvic structure. Very breedable.” She winked, and Ellie felt a hot flush spread from her core.
Susan approached with a different sensor, a small handheld device. “Arms out, sweetie.” She gently took Ellie’s wrist, lifting her arm. The device hummed, a soft light scanning her skin. “Basal metabolic rate, dermal conductivity… all good.” As she moved to the other side, her pregnant belly brushed lightly against Ellie’s arm. The reality of it, the soft, firm roundness, sent another jolt through Ellie. This woman had done this. She knew.
“Now, Ellie,” Dr. Long said, looking up. “A few questions for the record. Sexual activity. Frequency.”
Ellie swallowed. “I… not, not recently. A few months. Just with a boyfriend. It ended.”
“Typical of our module entrants,” Dr. Long noted, tapping her screen. “A mind too busy for the body. What about masturbation? Daily? Weekly?”
“Um. Weekly, usually.” Ellie’s face was on fire.
“Ever use toys?” Anya asked, her tone casual, as if asking about the weather.
“Sometimes. A… a simple vibrator.”
“We’ll upgrade you,” Susan chuckled softly, patting her bump. “The machine’s probe is a lot more than a simple vibrator.”
Dr. Long finished her notes. “Good. The baseline is clear. A mind primed for complex thought, a body under-utilized. Perfect candidate.” She put the tablet down and moved to a small refrigerated unit, withdrawing a syringe filled with a viscous, silvery fluid. “This is the neural reshaping serum. It won’t put you to sleep. In fact, it will make you feel exceptionally clear and focused for a short while. It primes your neural pathways to be… malleable. The helmet and the somatic stimulation will do the actual work of reconfiguration. You’ll be aware for all of it. That’s important. You need to be present to fully integrate the new patterns.”
Ellie watched the needle with wide eyes. Anya guided her to sit on the edge of the machine’s cradle. “Just a little pinch on the neck. It’s cold, feels kinda tingly.”
Dr. Long’s touch was precise. The needle pierced the skin at the base of Ellie’s skull. There was a sharp sting, followed immediately by a spreading chill that flooded down her spine. She gasped. Then, as Anya promised, a wave of startling clarity washed over her. The nervous static in her mind dissolved. She could see the room in hyper-detailed focus, could hear the distinct hum of each machine. Her senses felt sharpened, honed. But beneath that razor’s edge of awareness, a deep, warm relaxation unspooled in her muscles.
“There,” Dr. Long said, disposing of the syringe. “You should feel very alert, but very calm. No anxiety.”
Ellie nodded. She did feel calm. The fear was gone, replaced by a crystalline anticipation. She was aware of her nakedness, but it felt less like exposure and more like… readiness.
“Time to get you positioned,” Susan said, her voice soothing. “It’s a bit like mounting a very sophisticated saddle.”
Guided by the three women, Ellie climbed onto the padded cradle. It was cool against her knees and thighs. They had her kneel, facing forward, then lean down until her chest rested against a contoured support that cradled her breasts perfectly. The padding was soft but firm, holding the weight of them, her nipples brushing against the smooth material.
“Arms here,” Anya said, guiding Ellie’s forearms into padded rests that angled downward. Click. Soft but secure cuffs closed around her wrists. “Feet here.” Ellie stretched her legs back, sliding her feet into stirrups at the rear of the cradle. More gentle clicks as cuffs secured her ankles. She was held, open, supported. Her back was arched slightly, her ass raised in the air. She felt a draft on the most intimate parts of her.
“Perfect,” Dr. Long murmured, checking a monitor. A mechanical arm, sleek and white, extended from beneath the cradle. At its end was a smooth, substantial phallic probe, glistening with a clear gel. It was larger than anything she’d used before, textured with subtle ridges. Slowly, she saw Susan adjust its position to align with her pussy. Even through her pharmaceutically induced calm she felt her pulse quicken. They hadn't started yet, but when they did that was going insided her. Very deep inside. Slowly, Susan brought the device down until it was only a few inches from her waiting pussy and carefully cranked the supports open just a touch to spread her legs a little.
Pleased Anya patted her shoulder. "That's perfect, Honey. Now let's get some readings."