Gender Swap Clinic: On Display (Gender Swap Aphrodisiac Menage and Medical Femdom Humiliation Erotica‪)‬

Medical intern Calvin Stowe was making a nuisance of himself, getting shunted from one department to the next by his arrogance and disrespect for the women of the Edelman-Carter Institute. When a particularly crude remark about his female superior's ass proves the last straw, she transfers him to work with Dr. Sandra Elby, the famous researcher. Convinced he's been promoted, he smugly arrives on the third floor to begin work, only to learn that he's being recommended not as a lab assistant, but as a test subject.

Soon, the new hormones and pleasure treatments designed to make him more feminine and docile have him forgetting he ever wanted to leave in the first place, and what was once the office jerk has become the lab bimbo: horny, submissive, and eager to please any man who walks through the door.

Funnily enough, that's exactly what Dr. Elby had in mind when she made him into the horny little slut that he's become. Now that the physical changes are complete, it's time to put her new pet on display ... and loan her out for a few dozen test runs.

Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, femdom humiliation, feminization gender swap, bimbofication and the use of potent aphrodisiacs, multiple partners and rough group sex, sexual manipulation, submissiveness and dominance. All characters are 18 or older.

Excerpt:
"She's at her most docile immediately after a session," Dr. Elby went on. "This was usually when I found it easiest to take measurements and gauge progress. At other times she can be a little … excitable. That is, if you'd like to examine her, now would be a good time."

A babble of quiet speculation met his words. Several of the researchers approached me. They were initially dubious but I smiled encouragingly at them, happy to show I could be cooperative, and managed to stand up straight and expectant. Dr. Elby usually gave me a little longer to recover after an orgasm, but I was supposed to be on especially good behavior.

They surrounded me, obviously enthusiastic about the chance to examine me. Curious fingers felt the smoothness of my skin, the contour of my side, and ran through my thick, lush hair. I basked quietly in their attention and let them touch me wherever they wanted. All the little caresses - ten or twelve hands on me at once - gave me the hot, sort of dirty feeling that my body was public property.

Notice: This title includes themes and passages that have been adapted from Jessica Whitethread's Bimbo Therapy series with full consent of the original author.