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Floor 32 consisted of a long narrow hallway with soundproofing installed everywhere, allowing no sound to leak out. Rooms were situated on both sides of the hallway, numbering from 1 to 40. A class usually only had about 30 students, give or take. The extra rooms were for cases when students transferred at the last minute.
The door to each room was closed shut as a nurse stood before them respectively, holding a name pad in their hand, their gazes warm. The teacher lead the students—numbering 31 in total—to the long, narrow hallway, seating them on the floor, forming a line.
She walked to the front, talking to a person that looked like the head nurse. "Are the preparations in order? Anything we need to consider?"
"None," The head nurse replied, her tone rigid. She seemed to be in her forties, possessing the strength of a Ground Controller, a Tier 4 Esper. She looked at the teacher, her voice turning polite, "Everything is in order. Once their name is called, send them in."
Taking a notepad, the head nurse stood before the long queue of seated students, "First student, Ashten Coorg."
A slightly good looking boy stood up—seated at the very front. He walked forward, stopping before the head nurse as she directed him towards room number 1. The boy turned behind, gazing at the faces of his friends, a smile emerging on his face as he gazed at Jyorta flashing him a thumbs up.
The nurse who stood before room number 1 placed her hand over Ashten Coorg's shoulders, leading him into the room. Seeing her action, the students hooted, letting out screams of exclamation.
Once the door closed shut, the head nurse called for the second student. A girl that looked taller than the boys stood up, her expression calm as she approached room number 2. The nurse stationed before it brought her inside, in the same manner.
As the students before him were lead inside one after another, Jyorta began to feel tense. His heart started to beat faster as the students seated before him reduced one by one. Finally, when there was only a single student before him, Jyorta could hear the sounds of his heart, his face flushed red while sweat covered his forehead. His back was laced with sweat, making the clothes stick to his skin.
Just when he felt his stomach rumbling with discomfort, the head nurse made eye contact, "Number 31, Jyorta Bone."
Jyorta stood up and walked forward, his shoes making knocking sounds in the otherwise silent corridor, the soft carpet dampening the sounds when he approached room number 1. He craned his head towards it, trying to peek inside but to no avail.
His heartbeats were beginning to slow, once it was his turn, his nervousness was beginning to abate. Jyorta crossed one room after another, having walked most of the hallway, finally arriving before the room numbered 31.
The nurse standing before its door was quite tall, spanning almost 6 feet. She had a slender musculature but the faint lines in her arms said otherwise. The nurse flashed a smile, making Jyorta's mind blank out for a couple of seconds.
"Hello there," With a greeting, she slumped her arm over his shoulder, making his body shudder involuntarily.
"H-Hello," Standing in close proximity and feeling the soft contact, his heart raced once again, making his limbs stiffen. He then followed her lead, entering the room and gazing at a green curtain. The curtain masked everything inside—placed a couple of feet away from the door—shielding from prying eyes.
Jyorta noticed the thick doors, recalling back to the doors used in aeroplanes. They were strikingly similar, their sturdiness and soundproofing apparent.
The nurse pulled the curtain aside, revealing a large hospital berth. To the side was a cupboard, the contents within unknown. A large machine was beeping, situated behind the berth. Near the door was a small table, situated atop it was a loose gown, green in colour.
"Change into this gown first. Other than this fabric, there shouldn't be anything else on your body, understand?"
"Yes, sister." Jyorta nodded, picking up the gown, feeling its coarse fabric, looking numerous times inferior to the ones he wore daily. He then stared at the nurse, gazing at her watching him. The two looked at each other, the atmosphere turning awkward, making him feel embarrassed.
"You can change behind the curtain," The nurse pointed at the green curtain near the door. With a nod, Jyorta thanked her, heaving a sigh of relief. He then closed the curtain, mentally cursing when he noticed it being a bit transparent, allowing shadows to appear on it.
He first removed the half blazer, holding it with two fingers using a gap in the design. He then unbuttoned the shirt, removing it, followed by the cotton vest. Finally, he picked up the green gown and wore it overhead.
The gown slid over his body without struggle, looking quite loose. The coarse material pricked his skin, making him feel the itch. The gown spanned all the way below his knees as Jyorta lifted it a bit and unfastened his belt and removed his pants.
He hesitated for a good 20 seconds when he was about to remove his underwear, his face flushed red. Mustering some strength, he removed his underwear, the prickling sensation from the gown making him feel irritated in his sensitive areas.
He folded his school uniform, placing them above the nearby table. He then noticed the nurse setting up some apparatus, consisting of a tube, pipeline, holders, etc. originating from the machine next to the berth.
"Lay down on the berth," She pointed at the berth, patting its surface. Without protest, Jyorta sat on the edge of the berth, feeling it hard like stone, its texture worse than his gown. It felt weird, lying down on the hard berth without a pillow, his head aligned with the rest of his body, all on the same horizontal level.
"Now, don't worry; these are just procedures installed for your safety." The nurse appeared on his right, holding his hand, the warmth spreading from her body.
Jyorta felt something cold clamp his right hand, its surface having a metallic feeling. Gazing at his right, he noticed an object similar to a bracer clamped around his hand, its edges curved, and its surface smooth. A pair of chains emerged from behind it, one attached to the floor on the bottom, and the other attached to the surface of the machine—on the same level as his hand.
He also noticed the skeletal part of the machine, made from reinforced steel, looking sturdy, its ends bolted to the floor. The nurse did the same to his right leg, attaching the chains emerging from the bracers to the bottom and the side respectively.
She then leaned over his body, reaching her hand to his left hand. As she bent from the other side, and due to the wide span of the berth, she had to lean quite considerably, making the mounds on her chest scrape past his chest.
Jyorta's face reddened, an instinctual reaction occurred on his lower body, making him seethe with shame. It was as if the nurse hadn't noticed it, leaning further to secure the bracers, making her stomach area scrap past his right arm, the soft sensation, and the smoothness of her dress giving him an electrifying feeling.
She then did the same to his left leg, bending below the berth, activating something. The chain attached to the floor moved, arriving vertically below his respective limbs, a small bore appearing within the berth at the four locations to facilitate the chains.
The nurse then pulled out a leather belt, strapping his hips, not batting an eye to a certain mound below. She then pulled the strap, making his body clamp on the bed, unable to move. A slight sense of fear emerged in his heart, feeling a lack of freedom in his body.
The nurse then walked towards the machine, retrieving something from it, enclosed within her palms. She then sat on the berth, sitting near his hip. Her left hand supported her body while her right adjusted the leather belt strapping his hip, "Tell me if it feels restrictive."
"It is fine," Jyorta replied, his eyes darting, unable to determine where to look.
"Then, it's fine." The nurse leaned closer, a distance of 2 feet between their faces. As her right hand adjusted the leather strap, her little finger flicked, brushing past the mound below, the contact being minimal, for in instant.
Something shattered from within Jyorta, his breathing ragged, his face turning beet red, the air he exhaled turning hotter. The bump on his lower body became bigger, its size apparent through the gown.
The nurse leaned closer, her eyes burning with passion. When there was less than 15 centimetres between them, Jyorta could feel her breath, his mind turning blank. Her face was outlined in his view; her broad facial features, her parted lips, looking lively and her burning eyes, they involuntarily heated up his body.
"Can you…" The nurse further inched the distance, her voice a whisper, "Open your mouth."
Jyorta's mouth opened, his gaze transfixed on her, his mind filled with chaos. This scene just sent his years of experience down the drain, captivating him, making him unable to break out, unwilling to break out, wanting to further immerse himself into the feeling.
"Wider…open wider," The nurse whispered, her face mere inches away from his. Jyorta opened his mouth wide, giving the nurse the chance to place an object in his mouth, shaped similar to braces. The braces had the sides walled up, covering his teeth on the front and the edges, creating a line between the upper and lower jaw. This prevented him from closing his mouth.
The nurse placed her left hand over his cheek, her right trailing up, and taking hold of a tube. The orifice of the tube was connected to the braces, using a small impression lock. She then slid the ring on the tube forward, making it arrive above the locked part.
The ring looked like a mix between three rings, the ends being orange in colour while the middle part was white and spanned the width of a finger. The nurse used her thumb and index finger, clamping them on the white ring, using the fingers of her other hand to rotate the orange rings clockwise, tightening the mechanism.
She rotated it for a calculated number of times, the quantity designated overhead, atop the machine. She then swiftly inserted a needle into the vein on his right hand, repeating the same for his left.
The needle was attached to a syringe, a narrow, transparent tube extended out from it, connected to the machine. The nurse hurriedly switched on many buttons on the machine, whirring it into life. She then opened the cupboard behind her, revealing many cartridges, having a volume of 200 millilitres.
She then took out each cartridge—filled with different coloured solutions, some viscous, some gelatinous, while others were aqueous—and inserted them in their respective grooves in the machine. Followed by the sounds of something getting punctured, the solutions within the cartridges got sucked into the machine, stored somewhere within it.
Finally, the nurse removed a large cylinder, twice the size of her arm, her movements careful. She inserted it in the machine with care, carefully checking each action of her. Done with the insertion, she inspected every detail, taking proof of everything, machine data, picture, and video.
Some time had passed since she began her work, allowing Jyorta enough time to cool down. He then noticed the placement of cameras in many locations in the room, his heart rate speeding up.
Finally, done with all preparations, the nurse shut a covering over the machine, allowing only the actuators—buttons and switches—to remain accessible. She then pressed a button, making a soft sound emit from the machine, the sounds of jelly being squished reverberated, its sound drowned by the machine's whirring.
The nurse inspected the situation through the monitor on the machine, her voice stoic, "Phase 1: Parasite Ingestion—Begin!"
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Floor 32 consisted of a long narrow hallway with soundproofing installed everywhere, allowing no sound to leak out. Rooms were situated on both sides of the hallway, numbering from 1 to 40. A class usually only had about 30 students, give or take. The extra rooms were for cases when students transferred at the last minute.
The door to each room was closed shut as a nurse stood before them respectively, holding a name pad in their hand, their gazes warm. The teacher lead the students—numbering 31 in total—to the long, narrow hallway, seating them on the floor, forming a line.
She walked to the front, talking to a person that looked like the head nurse. "Are the preparations in order? Anything we need to consider?"
"None," The head nurse replied, her tone rigid. She seemed to be in her forties, possessing the strength of a Ground Controller, a Tier 4 Esper. She looked at the teacher, her voice turning polite, "Everything is in order. Once their name is called, send them in."
Taking a notepad, the head nurse stood before the long queue of seated students, "First student, Ashten Coorg."
A slightly good looking boy stood up—seated at the very front. He walked forward, stopping before the head nurse as she directed him towards room number 1. The boy turned behind, gazing at the faces of his friends, a smile emerging on his face as he gazed at Jyorta flashing him a thumbs up.
The nurse who stood before room number 1 placed her hand over Ashten Coorg's shoulders, leading him into the room. Seeing her action, the students hooted, letting out screams of exclamation.
Once the door closed shut, the head nurse called for the second student. A girl that looked taller than the boys stood up, her expression calm as she approached room number 2. The nurse stationed before it brought her inside, in the same manner.
As the students before him were lead inside one after another, Jyorta began to feel tense. His heart started to beat faster as the students seated before him reduced one by one. Finally, when there was only a single student before him, Jyorta could hear the sounds of his heart, his face flushed red while sweat covered his forehead. His back was laced with sweat, making the clothes stick to his skin.
Just when he felt his stomach rumbling with discomfort, the head nurse made eye contact, "Number 31, Jyorta Bone."
Jyorta stood up and walked forward, his shoes making knocking sounds in the otherwise silent corridor, the soft carpet dampening the sounds when he approached room number 1. He craned his head towards it, trying to peek inside but to no avail.
His heartbeats were beginning to slow, once it was his turn, his nervousness was beginning to abate. Jyorta crossed one room after another, having walked most of the hallway, finally arriving before the room numbered 31.
The nurse standing before its door was quite tall, spanning almost 6 feet. She had a slender musculature but the faint lines in her arms said otherwise. The nurse flashed a smile, making Jyorta's mind blank out for a couple of seconds.
"Hello there," With a greeting, she slumped her arm over his shoulder, making his body shudder involuntarily.
"H-Hello," Standing in close proximity and feeling the soft contact, his heart raced once again, making his limbs stiffen. He then followed her lead, entering the room and gazing at a green curtain. The curtain masked everything inside—placed a couple of feet away from the door—shielding from prying eyes.
Jyorta noticed the thick doors, recalling back to the doors used in aeroplanes. They were strikingly similar, their sturdiness and soundproofing apparent.
The nurse pulled the curtain aside, revealing a large hospital berth. To the side was a cupboard, the contents within unknown. A large machine was beeping, situated behind the berth. Near the door was a small table, situated atop it was a loose gown, green in colour.
"Change into this gown first. Other than this fabric, there shouldn't be anything else on your body, understand?"
"Yes, sister." Jyorta nodded, picking up the gown, feeling its coarse fabric, looking numerous times inferior to the ones he wore daily. He then stared at the nurse, gazing at her watching him. The two looked at each other, the atmosphere turning awkward, making him feel embarrassed.
"You can change behind the curtain," The nurse pointed at the green curtain near the door. With a nod, Jyorta thanked her, heaving a sigh of relief. He then closed the curtain, mentally cursing when he noticed it being a bit transparent, allowing shadows to appear on it.
He first removed the half blazer, holding it with two fingers using a gap in the design. He then unbuttoned the shirt, removing it, followed by the cotton vest. Finally, he picked up the green gown and wore it overhead.
The gown slid over his body without struggle, looking quite loose. The coarse material pricked his skin, making him feel the itch. The gown spanned all the way below his knees as Jyorta lifted it a bit and unfastened his belt and removed his pants.
He hesitated for a good 20 seconds when he was about to remove his underwear, his face flushed red. Mustering some strength, he removed his underwear, the prickling sensation from the gown making him feel irritated in his sensitive areas.
He folded his school uniform, placing them above the nearby table. He then noticed the nurse setting up some apparatus, consisting of a tube, pipeline, holders, etc. originating from the machine next to the berth.
"Lay down on the berth," She pointed at the berth, patting its surface. Without protest, Jyorta sat on the edge of the berth, feeling it hard like stone, its texture worse than his gown. It felt weird, lying down on the hard berth without a pillow, his head aligned with the rest of his body, all on the same horizontal level.
"Now, don't worry; these are just procedures installed for your safety." The nurse appeared on his right, holding his hand, the warmth spreading from her body.
Jyorta felt something cold clamp his right hand, its surface having a metallic feeling. Gazing at his right, he noticed an object similar to a bracer clamped around his hand, its edges curved, and its surface smooth. A pair of chains emerged from behind it, one attached to the floor on the bottom, and the other attached to the surface of the machine—on the same level as his hand.
He also noticed the skeletal part of the machine, made from reinforced steel, looking sturdy, its ends bolted to the floor. The nurse did the same to his right leg, attaching the chains emerging from the bracers to the bottom and the side respectively.
She then leaned over his body, reaching her hand to his left hand. As she bent from the other side, and due to the wide span of the berth, she had to lean quite considerably, making the mounds on her chest scrape past his chest.
Jyorta's face reddened, an instinctual reaction occurred on his lower body, making him seethe with shame. It was as if the nurse hadn't noticed it, leaning further to secure the bracers, making her stomach area scrap past his right arm, the soft sensation, and the smoothness of her dress giving him an electrifying feeling.
She then did the same to his left leg, bending below the berth, activating something. The chain attached to the floor moved, arriving vertically below his respective limbs, a small bore appearing within the berth at the four locations to facilitate the chains.
The nurse then pulled out a leather belt, strapping his hips, not batting an eye to a certain mound below. She then pulled the strap, making his body clamp on the bed, unable to move. A slight sense of fear emerged in his heart, feeling a lack of freedom in his body.
The nurse then walked towards the machine, retrieving something from it, enclosed within her palms. She then sat on the berth, sitting near his hip. Her left hand supported her body while her right adjusted the leather belt strapping his hip, "Tell me if it feels restrictive."
"It is fine," Jyorta replied, his eyes darting, unable to determine where to look.
"Then, it's fine." The nurse leaned closer, a distance of 2 feet between their faces. As her right hand adjusted the leather strap, her little finger flicked, brushing past the mound below, the contact being minimal, for in instant.
Something shattered from within Jyorta, his breathing ragged, his face turning beet red, the air he exhaled turning hotter. The bump on his lower body became bigger, its size apparent through the gown.
The nurse leaned closer, her eyes burning with passion. When there was less than 15 centimetres between them, Jyorta could feel her breath, his mind turning blank. Her face was outlined in his view; her broad facial features, her parted lips, looking lively and her burning eyes, they involuntarily heated up his body.
"Can you…" The nurse further inched the distance, her voice a whisper, "Open your mouth."
Jyorta's mouth opened, his gaze transfixed on her, his mind filled with chaos. This scene just sent his years of experience down the drain, captivating him, making him unable to break out, unwilling to break out, wanting to further immerse himself into the feeling.
"Wider…open wider," The nurse whispered, her face mere inches away from his. Jyorta opened his mouth wide, giving the nurse the chance to place an object in his mouth, shaped similar to braces. The braces had the sides walled up, covering his teeth on the front and the edges, creating a line between the upper and lower jaw. This prevented him from closing his mouth.
The nurse placed her left hand over his cheek, her right trailing up, and taking hold of a tube. The orifice of the tube was connected to the braces, using a small impression lock. She then slid the ring on the tube forward, making it arrive above the locked part.
The ring looked like a mix between three rings, the ends being orange in colour while the middle part was white and spanned the width of a finger. The nurse used her thumb and index finger, clamping them on the white ring, using the fingers of her other hand to rotate the orange rings clockwise, tightening the mechanism.
She rotated it for a calculated number of times, the quantity designated overhead, atop the machine. She then swiftly inserted a needle into the vein on his right hand, repeating the same for his left.
The needle was attached to a syringe, a narrow, transparent tube extended out from it, connected to the machine. The nurse hurriedly switched on many buttons on the machine, whirring it into life. She then opened the cupboard behind her, revealing many cartridges, having a volume of 200 millilitres.
She then took out each cartridge—filled with different coloured solutions, some viscous, some gelatinous, while others were aqueous—and inserted them in their respective grooves in the machine. Followed by the sounds of something getting punctured, the solutions within the cartridges got sucked into the machine, stored somewhere within it.
Finally, the nurse removed a large cylinder, twice the size of her arm, her movements careful. She inserted it in the machine with care, carefully checking each action of her. Done with the insertion, she inspected every detail, taking proof of everything, machine data, picture, and video.
Some time had passed since she began her work, allowing Jyorta enough time to cool down. He then noticed the placement of cameras in many locations in the room, his heart rate speeding up.
Finally, done with all preparations, the nurse shut a covering over the machine, allowing only the actuators—buttons and switches—to remain accessible. She then pressed a button, making a soft sound emit from the machine, the sounds of jelly being squished reverberated, its sound drowned by the machine's whirring.
The nurse inspected the situation through the monitor on the machine, her voice stoic, "Phase 1: Parasite Ingestion—Begin!"
Floor 32 consisted of a long narrow hallway with soundproofing installed everywhere, allowing no sound to leak out. Rooms were situated on both sides of the hallway, numbering from 1 to 40. A class usually only had about 30 students, give or take. The extra rooms were for cases when students transferred at the last minute.The door to each room was closed shut as a nurse stood before them respectively, holding a name pad in their hand, their gazes warm. The teacher lead the studentsnumbering 31 in totalto the long, narrow hallway, seating them on the floor, forming a line.She walked to the front, talking to a person that looked like the head nurse. "Are the preparations in order? Anything we need to consider?""None," The head nurse replied, her tone rigid. She seemed to be in her forties, possessing the strength of a Ground Controller, a Tier 4 Esper. She looked at the teacher, her voice turning polite, "Everything is in order. Once their name is called, send them in."Taking a notepad, the head nurse stood before the long queue of seated students, "First student, Ashten Coorg."A slightly good looking boy stood upseated at the very front. He walked forward, stopping before the head nurse as she directed him towards room number 1. The boy turned behind, gazing at the faces of his friends, a smile emerging on his face as he gazed at Jyorta flashing him a thumbs up.The nurse who stood before room number 1 placed her hand over Ashten Coorg's shoulders, leading him into the room. Seeing her action, the students hooted, letting out screams of exclamation.Once the door closed shut, the head nurse called for the second student. A girl that looked taller than the boys stood up, her expression calm as she approached room number 2. The nurse stationed before it brought her inside, in the same manner.As the students before him were lead inside one after another, Jyorta began to feel tense. His heart started to beat faster as the students seated before him reduced one by one. Finally, when there was only a single student before him, Jyorta could hear the sounds of his heart, his face flushed red while sweat covered his forehead. His back was laced with sweat, making the clothes stick to his skin.Just when he felt his stomach rumbling with discomfort, the head nurse made eye contact, "Number 31, Jyorta Bone."Jyorta stood up and walked forward, his shoes making knocking sounds in the otherwise silent corridor, the soft carpet dampening the sounds when he approached room number 1. He craned his head towards it, trying to peek inside but to no avail.His heartbeats were beginning to slow, once it was his turn, his nervousness was beginning to abate. Jyorta crossed one room after another, having walked most of the hallway, finally arriving before the room numbered 31.The nurse standing before its door was quite tall, spanning almost 6 feet. She had a slender musculature but the faint lines in her arms said otherwise. The nurse flashed a smile, making Jyorta's mind blank out for a couple of seconds."Hello there," With a greeting, she slumped her arm over his shoulder, making his body shudder involuntarily."H-Hello," Standing in close proximity and feeling the soft contact, his heart raced once again, making his limbs stiffen. He then followed her lead, entering the room and gazing at a green curtain. The curtain masked everything insideplaced a couple of feet away from the doorshielding from prying eyes.Jyorta noticed the thick doors, recalling back to the doors used in aeroplanes. They were strikingly similar, their sturdiness and soundproofing apparent.The nurse pulled the curtain aside, revealing a large hospital berth. To the side was a cupboard, the contents within unknown. A large machine was beeping, situated behind the berth. Near the door was a small table, situated atop it was a loose gown, green in colour."Change into this gown first. Other than this fabric, there shouldn't be anything else on your body, understand?""Yes, sister." Jyorta nodded, picking up the gown, feeling its coarse fabric, looking numerous times inferior to the ones he wore daily. He then stared at the nurse, gazing at her watching him. The two looked at each other, the atmosphere turning awkward, making him feel embarrassed."You can change behind the curtain," The nurse pointed at the green curtain near the door. With a nod, Jyorta thanked her, heaving a sigh of relief. He then closed the curtain, mentally cursing when he noticed it being a bit transparent, allowing shadows to appear on it.He first removed the half blazer, holding it with two fingers using a gap in the design. He then unbuttoned the shirt, removing it, followed by the cotton vest. Finally, he picked up the green gown and wore it overhead.The gown slid over his body without struggle, looking quite loose. The coarse material pricked his skin, making him feel the itch. The gown spanned all the way below his knees as Jyorta lifted it a bit and unfastened his belt and removed his pants.He hesitated for a good 20 seconds when he was about to remove his underwear, his face flushed red. Mustering some strength, he removed his underwear, the prickling sensation from the gown making him feel irritated in his sensitive areas.He folded his school uniform, placing them above the nearby table. He then noticed the nurse setting up some apparatus, consisting of a tube, pipeline, holders, etc. originating from the machine next to the berth."Lay down on the berth," She pointed at the berth, patting its surface. Without protest, Jyorta sat on the edge of the berth, feeling it hard like stone, its texture worse than his gown. It felt weird, lying down on the hard berth without a pillow, his head aligned with the rest of his body, all on the same horizontal level."Now, don't worry; these are just procedures installed for your safety." The nurse appeared on his right, holding his hand, the warmth spreading from her body.Jyorta felt something cold clamp his right hand, its surface having a metallic feeling. Gazing at his right, he noticed an object similar to a bracer clamped around his hand, its edges curved, and its surface smooth. A pair of chains emerged from behind it, one attached to the floor on the bottom, and the other attached to the surface of the machineon the same level as his hand.He also noticed the skeletal part of the machine, made from reinforced steel, looking sturdy, its ends bolted to the floor. The nurse did the same to his right leg, attaching the chains emerging from the bracers to the bottom and the side respectively.She then leaned over his body, reaching her hand to his left hand. As she bent from the other side, and due to the wide span of the berth, she had to lean quite considerably, making the mounds on her chest scrape past his chest.Jyorta's face reddened, an instinctual reaction occurred on his lower body, making him seethe with shame. It was as if the nurse hadn't noticed it, leaning further to secure the bracers, making her stomach area scrap past his right arm, the soft sensation, and the smoothness of her dress giving him an electrifying feeling.She then did the same to his left leg, bending below the berth, activating something. The chain attached to the floor moved, arriving vertically below his respective limbs, a small bore appearing within the berth at the four locations to facilitate the chains.The nurse then pulled out a leather belt, strapping his hips, not batting an eye to a certain mound below. She then pulled the strap, making his body clamp on the bed, unable to move. A slight sense of fear emerged in his heart, feeling a lack of freedom in his body.The nurse then walked towards the machine, retrieving something from it, enclosed within her palms. She then sat on the berth, sitting near his hip. Her left hand supported her body while her right adjusted the leather belt strapping his hip, "Tell me if it feels restrictive.""It is fine," Jyorta replied, his eyes darting, unable to determine where to look."Then, it's fine." The nurse leaned closer, a distance of 2 feet between their faces. As her right hand adjusted the leather strap, her little finger flicked, brushing past the mound below, the contact being minimal, for in instant.Something shattered from within Jyorta, his breathing ragged, his face turning beet red, the air he exhaled turning hotter. The bump on his lower body became bigger, its size apparent through the gown.The nurse leaned closer, her eyes burning with passion. When there was less than 15 centimetres between them, Jyorta could feel her breath, his mind turning blank. Her face was outlined in his view; her broad facial features, her parted lips, looking lively and her burning eyes, they involuntarily heated up his body."Can you" The nurse further inched the distance, her voice a whisper, "Open your mouth."Jyorta's mouth opened, his gaze transfixed on her, his mind filled with chaos. This scene just sent his years of experience down the drain, captivating him, making him unable to break out, unwilling to break out, wanting to further immerse himself into the feeling."Wideropen wider," The nurse whispered, her face mere inches away from his. Jyorta opened his mouth wide, giving the nurse the chance to place an object in his mouth, shaped similar to braces. The braces had the sides walled up, covering his teeth on the front and the edges, creating a line between the upper and lower jaw. This prevented him from closing his mouth.The nurse placed her left hand over his cheek, her right trailing up, and taking hold of a tube. The orifice of the tube was connected to the braces, using a small impression lock. She then slid the ring on the tube forward, making it arrive above the locked part.The ring looked like a mix between three rings, the ends being orange in colour while the middle part was white and spanned the width of a finger. The nurse used her thumb and index finger, clamping them on the white ring, using the fingers of her other hand to rotate the orange rings clockwise, tightening the mechanism.She rotated it for a calculated number of times, the quantity designated overhead, atop the machine. She then swiftly inserted a needle into the vein on his right hand, repeating the same for his left.The needle was attached to a syringe, a narrow, transparent tube extended out from it, connected to the machine. The nurse hurriedly switched on many buttons on the machine, whirring it into life. She then opened the cupboard behind her, revealing many cartridges, having a volume of 200 millilitres.She then took out each cartridgefilled with different coloured solutions, some viscous, some gelatinous, while others were aqueousand inserted them in their respective grooves in the machine. Followed by the sounds of something getting punctured, the solutions within the cartridges got sucked into the machine, stored somewhere within it.Finally, the nurse removed a large cylinder, twice the size of her arm, her movements careful. She inserted it in the machine with care, carefully checking each action of her. Done with the insertion, she inspected every detail, taking proof of everything, machine data, picture, and video.Some time had passed since she began her work, allowing Jyorta enough time to cool down. He then noticed the placement of cameras in many locations in the room, his heart rate speeding up.Finally, done with all preparations, the nurse shut a covering over the machine, allowing only the actuatorsbuttons and switchesto remain accessible. She then pressed a button, making a soft sound emit from the machine, the sounds of jelly being squished reverberated, its sound drowned by the machine's whirring.The nurse inspected the situation through the monitor on the machine, her voice stoic, "Phase 1: Parasite IngestionBegin!"
