Maranara Hospital

By everything noodly, Jack found himself in heaven- mouth full of nipple, cock surrounded by a soft hand that was not his? Perfect. When Mary pushed him back into a chair and sat on his cock, he found a new definition of perfect. When she arched her back and began to rock on his cock, the definition changed again.

Soon, he was humping up at her as she was bouncing on him. Part of his brain was watching the patterns her nipples were making in the air and calculating the fractal formulas that described their motion, even as another part of his powerful brain was going 'yippee! Ride'em cowboy!' He tried to remember his research- maximizing the pleasure of the activity for both partners in order to facilitate the greatest possible reward payout, but at that point he barely remembered the 343rd decimal of pi.

Thanks to the Viagra and the myriad distractions in his mind, he managed to outlast Mary as she shuddered through a powerful orgasm. Her movements and screams brought his focus back to the fact that a really hot woman was sitting naked on his boner, which caused him to blow as well.

"That was great!" He cried. "Let's do it again!"

"Whew, doc. That was a lot better and I need to catch my breath. Why not call Tiff or Vi?" The evil doctor saw the benefit of the idea, and since to him, to think is to act, he soon had both other hotties in front of him.

"Fuck me. Fuck me now!" He ordered. The two exchanged a look, smiled, and attacked. They were a blinding fury of boobs, bikini parts, and bologna (they were interrupted during lunch.) They gave him titty-fucks, four-hand jobs, two-on-one blow jobs, an accidental ass-fucking, and pounded their pussies on him as hard as they could over and over as one of the three was generally cumming at all times.

"Help me. Help me now!" He cried. Mary smiled and tossed a couple of dildos into the dervish. The two hungry women ignored the rather small Dr.'s cock for the big toys as the doctor crawled to his private retreat and locked the door.

PART THREE: OOPS

It was several days later when the inner sanctum doors opened and out strode a vision of masculine power. Dr. Ozimandious had used some of his genius on himself and was taller, stronger, hung like a horse, and had the endurance of a marble statue. He wore a blazing red lab coat that buttoned on one shoulder and the thick gloves of his hero-Dr. Horrible.

He stepped forward ready to take charge of Mary, Tiffany, and what's her name when he was confronted with a well-organized squadron of 33 beautiful bikini-wearing women of all sizes and types who smiled, knelt and said, in perfect unison "Greetings Master, how may we serve you?"

"Master? Master, are you OK?" Mary asked as she cradled her awakening master's head on her creamy thighs.

"5 more minutes, mommy. I don't wanna go to school today."

"Master! Wake up!"

"Mommy, why do you got big titties?"

"Master! Jack! Honey! Wake up! You can keep feeling my boobies cuz it feels so good, but you gotta wake up hun!" Dr. Ozimandious sputtered as his head cleared and he slowly sat up, noting that nearly 3 dozen women were staring at him.

"I'm fine, mommy, er, I mean, Slave Mary. Who are all of these other women?"

"Well, I've prepared a dossier on each with before and after photos, cues to help you remember their names, special skills and abilities each has, and how much money they have contributed to your account. Oh, and to help you out further, each of their names is written on the top and bottom of their bikinis."

Dr. Ozimandious looked around and saw names like Suzi, Angi, and Sammi written neatly over each left boobie. "Are these their real names?" He asked.

"Well, sort of. We decided to simplify the real names to make it easier for you to remember, Master, since you seem to have trouble with that sometimes."

"Reasonable. And what did you mean by skills and abilities?"

"You've collected yourself an interesting group, Master! Sammi is a chef, while Bobbi May is a heart surgeon. Sandi is one of the best cock-suckers in the city, maybe the state, and Bobbi Lee has done some exotic dancing and stripping. Let's see. Bobbi Jo was an electronics engineer, Leann is a fitness instructor and interior designer, Cortni did..."

"Enough. I can read it later." All of the information was making his head spin and the crowd was making him nervous. "I... I really don't know what to do here. I don't like this feeling. What... what should I do?"

Mary dismissed the horde and stroked his head soothingly. "Why did you make the Tunnel of Change in the first place? What was your original plan?"

"Why, to enslave lovely women, of course!"

"But why, Master? What were you going to do with them?"

"I dunno. It just seemed the thing to do. Mad Scientists and enslaved harems seem to go together, like emulsified legumes and gelatinized fruits. I guess I did not think this through, though. Do I need to have sex with all of them?"

"You are the Master. If you want to have sex with them, they will gladly comply. If you don't, they will suffer in silence but obey you. Why?"

"Well... I just liked doing it with you a lot but I really did not like it so much with Tiffany and what's her name."

Mary smiled. "Why, thank you! That is so sweet. By the way, her name is Violet."

"Who?"

"Violet. 'Whats her name' is Violet- the one with the purple hair."

"Bah, I'll never remember that. Anyway, what should I do?"

"You are the Master, I would not presume to instruct you, but if I can make a suggestion..."

"Yes, yes." He interrupted. "but first, let's fuck." He strode off to his inner sanctum. He came out a minute later and grabbed Mary's arm and pulled her in with him. "Damn. I'd forget my head if it was not attached."

In his inner sanctum, Dr. Ozimandious opened his lab coat to reveal his new muscular body and big cock. Mary stared at it. "It will never fit, Master."

"What do you mean?"

"My god, Master, that thing is not a cock, it's a forearm! How big is it?"

"I set it to be as big as those in some of the stories I read- 46cm long and 30cm around. Why?"

"Master! That is, what, about 18″ and almost 12″ around? How big do you think I am down there?"

"But... Doesn't it stretch?"

"Yes, but not THAT much."

"Well, can you suck it?" She shook her head. "Take it up your as..." She shook her head harder. "Hand job?" She smiled and nodded. She purred as she rubbed her hands, mouth, lips, and even her breasts over his thick, knobby shaft, kneading his giant balls, kissing them one by one, massaging his strong belly and cooing sexy things at him.

When he came, it smacked her across the room and splattered her against the wall. "OK, OK, you win." He mumbled, turning back to his inner, inner sanctum to retool. He took Mary with him and her yells quite disturbed the other women who were not sure whether to call for help or join in.

A couple days later, Dr. Ozimandious strode back out and whipped off his pants. "Behold, the perfect cock!" He declared. "Exactly 25 centimeters long and 15 around, designed to be filling to a female's vaginal vault." Mary grinned at this, remembering the measuring process. "Gaze upon it, my slaves, and worship!"

Scientists from three states away looked at their seismographs and went "What the fuck?" Glasses vibrated off the tables in the cafeteria two stories above. Air conditioners kicked in throughout the hospital to deal with the rise in temperatures. Psychiatric patients in the far wing gathered at the air ducts to listen to the noises in their heads more clearly. True believers in the chapel swore that the statue of the Flying Spaghetti Monster's meatballs grew three sizes.

When the dust settled, Dr. Ozimandious was crawling over a writhing mass of slick, toned, Internet-quality flesh, all struggling to get some body part in contact with his perfect phallus. He made it to a wide couch that became his Royal Throne of Pleasure. He grabbed the closest female, a perky red-head with a pleasantly exaggerated upper chest and shoved his cock... somewhere. It was warm and slippery, and she moaned appreciatively and it was kind of dark and crowded... but it felt really good. She came and he traded her for a chocolate-skinned beauty with elegant nipples and interestingly tinted labia. He was amazed at how different each woman felt. This one was so snug, but was also doing something to him with her insides. He came and when his eyes finally uncrossed, he grabbed another.

He was taking his sweet time fucking his way through the multitude, so the ones furthest away started making supper or cleaning the mess, rotating with the ones recovering from their experiences. Working together, the many hands made light work. Eventually the horde was satisfied and Dr. Ozimandious was panting. Mary brought him a drink and a plate.

PART FOUR: UPWARD AND ONWARD

Dr. Jack Jefferson, PhD, MD, CPAP, MS/G was sitting at his fashionable desk in the corner office. He checked his on-line scheduler to determine who was under the desk sucking him off. 'Ah', he thought. 'Bobbi Sue'. He hit the intercom. "Mary, come in here please."

Mary strode in wearing a very chic designer suit that showed her off as a very sexy but very professional career woman. "Yes sir?"

"What is the deal with C-Wing?" He asked, pointing at the chart on the screen. "Their income is down almost 7.5 percent."

"Oh, that. The state examiners came through last week. We had to give out a lot of comp passes to hush them up. Actually, we ended up processing one of the old biddies on their crew and gave some treatments to the men as well. The SOBs almost wore out the poor girls in the wing after that. But, if you'll notice, we now have the entire 4th floor under our control."

"You mean we finally got the damn surgeons converted? Yes! So, who are the main holdouts?"

"Let's see, the entire OB-GYN and pediatrics staff is on board; oncology, med/surg is now converted; geriatrics and bariatrics are at about 86%. Physical plant, dietary, HR, and phlebotomy are at about 80% and rising rapidly. The labs, accounting and patient escort are the biggest holdouts. Our techs tell us that the lab geeks may be tough since the fields around their machines seem to offer some protection from the process. Oh, and the Nobel committee has called again about whether you will reconsider allowing them to honor you and publish your work on curing most known diseases with your tunnel."

"Tell the Nobel committee to go blow themselves. (pause) Go blow themselves? Alfred Nobel? TNT? Get it? Yeesh. Coordinate a special offer with the cafeteria hotties- offer holdouts a coupon for a free smoothie and fuck'em when they come to redeem it, using that special vaginal lube we created. Anything else?"

"The First Church and Pasta Parlor of the Flying Spaghetti Monster is still protesting the weekly pasta wrestling. They feel it is blasphemous."

"Damn. I'd go with gelatin, but the oil in the pasta just makes the girls skin so soft. Try pitching it to them as a sacrament- getting intimate with his noodly goodness. Maybe we can add meatballs? Damn. I'm getting hungry. Let's break for lunch. Bobbi Sue? Come up here honey, let's hit some lunch. Anyone up for Italian?"

Mary and Bobbi Sue simultaneously called out "NOOOOO!!"