A Sense of Taste
Story by DX
Art by Hæritic
Art by Hæritic
Copyrighted, 5/2024, all Rights reserved. Story may not be reproduced without author’s permission.
The most remarkable thing about Dr. Marcus, was how unremarkable she was.
As we drove down the winding, topiary lined drive, we were given views of wagons pulled by ponygirls dressed in shiny leather tack. In the lobby was a giant aquarium filled with mermaids. As we sat in the study waiting for our meeting with the doctor to begin a woman with massive breasts moved by and milked herself for our coffees.
Dr. Marcus and her team were the masters of body modification. They didn’t nip tuck, but performed full body reconstructions to transform a subject to match their wildest fantasy. Nothing was beyond the doctor. Amputations? Easy. Breast inflation? Go big or go home. A vagina where a mouth should be? You bet, but why stop at just one vagina?
It was all daily routine for her.
She was a handsome woman, her face gently aged. She had soft blue, mirthful eyes that peeled away what ever they looked at. While her assistant pranced about on the tips of her toes with longer than the law allowed legs and a waist so narrow I could encircle with both hands, made to appear even smaller by her zeppelin sized tits which she carried as easily as if they were filled with helium, the doctor herself was slim, with the curves of a boy and the poise of a water buffalo.
“Dr. Webb, Dr. Lee, Dr. North, thank you for coming on such short notice.” She said, greeting us and shaking our hands. “I realize my correspondence was vague, and to make matters worse we have a very limited availability to study this phenomena. The subject in question is on loan, for lack of a better term. If you will follow me down the hall, I think a demonstration of the phenomena will be more effective as to what’s going on.”
“Can you give us any indication as to what this phenomena is?” I asked, following her down the hall.
She opened a door and ushered us into a room. “Honestly Dr. Lee, I can’t explain it, but somehow, the blind can see.”
We stepped into a dimly lit observation room. It was sterile, save one wall with an expansive window, obviously a two-way mirror, which viewed into a second room. The room was brightly lit. The room we viewed was lavishly decorated in a victorian style. The walls were decorated in beautiful paintings, and the windows were adorned with luxurious drapes with braided pull ropes and tassels. A couch, with plush cushions, was in the center of the room. A coffee table made of hand carved ebony was in front of the couch. There was a great, high backed chair with an ottoman before it to the left of the couch. To the right of the couch was a floor lamp with glowing torchere. In the back left corner was a small table with a large porcelain vase from some Chinese dynasty.
Our subject of inquiry, and strikingly out of place for the rest of the decor, was in the back right corner.
The enormity of her breasts was the first thing I focused on. Her nipples were pierced with half inch thick rings that appeared welded on. Anything smaller would have looked odd on her titanic breasts. I imagined that if she tried to reach out and wrap her arms around her breasts, she couldn’t manage to clasp her hands together.
It was then I realized she didn’t have arms. They had been neatly removed at the shoulder.
As my mind spiraled at the idea, I continued my survey. The woman’s head was sealed in a tight leather helmet. The helmet had no features I could see, save a space for her mouth. Her lips, thick, puffy, and round like a doughnut, protruded her mask. Every few seconds, her tongue lashed out and licked her fat lips.
The mask extended down her neck, highlighting its swan like length. A thick leather collar was wrapped snuggly about her neck. A tiny padlock hung from the collar and secured it in place.
Beneath her mammoth breasts was a leather corset which accentuated her narrow waist and callipygous hips. She had muscular legs, that ended in leather ballet shoes which kept her feet en-point.
Apart from her helmet, corset and boots, she was naked.
She stood unmoving, and waiting, only occasionally licking her lips.
“Dr. Marcus,” I began, but she silenced me with a hand.
“Please, Dr. Lee. In good time.” She said with an assuring smile. “I would like you all to enter the room. There’s a bit of tape on the floor where I would like you to stand.” She looked at me. “Dr. Lee, I would like you to go in first, for reasons which will be made obvious in a moment.” She then looked to my contemporaries . “Dr. Webb and Dr. North, organize yourselves as you will.” She gestured at the room. “Just walk in, stand on the tape, and wait. Please do not talk.”
We glanced at each other. Shrugging, we formed a little line at the door. I then entered the room followed by Dr. North, with Dr. Webb as the tail. We found our clearly marked spots easily.
We stood there.
I counted ten-seconds before the woman in the corner moved. She turned her head towards us, then walked in tiny balanced steps to our right. The space was available, but with her giant breasts, it became quite narrow. She paused, then retraced her steps and went to the left. She then adroitly turned and avoided the great chair and ottoman, and slotted past the coffee table.
She approached me. I almost took a step back to avoid colliding with her breasts, but at the last second she turned sharply and stepped over to Dr. North. There she stopped and turned to face him.
It was difficult to ascertain her thoughts through her featureless leather helmet, but as she stood in front of Dr. North, occasionally licking her lips, she began to make her intentions clear.
She kissed her lips at him.
She then began a slow, rhythmic dance, shifting her shoulders and hips, jiggling her tits.
Dr. North was fit to be tied and looked to me for direction. I was intrigued. Observing the helmet up close, I could see there was no way she could see, yet she navigated the room easily. I concluded she had memorized the room. Yet, she walked passed me, the only woman in our little group, and settled on the first male she encountered. Dr. Marcus insisted I be the first in the room, so again it was all memorization.
But that was too simple.
I nodded to Dr. North. ‘Go on.’
He waved his hands slightly, unsure.
I mouthed, ‘Anything.’
He did the logical thing. They were right there in front of him. He reached out and caressed the sides of her giant breasts.
Her reaction was instant and obvious as she lit up like a firework. She stepped closer to him, nodding as far as her collar would allow, and kissed up at him. He reached up with his hand and she leaned forward and wrapped her heavy lips around his finger and began to suck.
Slowly, deliberately, her tongue lashed out and drew him into her steaming mouth.
Trying to remain professional, Dr. North looked to me for guidance, but I didn’t interfere. Dr. Marcus brought us here for a reason. There was a phenomena to be observed and I wasn’t sure what it was. I glanced at the room. Comfy furniture and a relaxed environment, I had to see this through.
I pointed to the couch. ‘Go’.
He looked at me uncertainly, but the woman was already half turned to the couch and almost trying to drag him there, what she wanted was obvious.
Slowly, like a condemned prisoner, Dr. North allowed himself to be lured to the couch. There, he sat, and she beside him. She leaned over and with her lips and tongue tried to undo his pants. After a frustrating minute, Dr. North reached down and undid his pants.
She quickly brought her mouth around his penis and drew it in.
From our position, there wasn’t much to see, just her head bobbing slightly, and Dr. North’s walls of professionalism crumbling into rapture.
I nodded to Dr. Webb, and we headed out of the room to give them a little privacy.
We watched from the observation window.
“How much can she see through that helmet?” I asked quickly.
Dr. Marcus shook her head. “The helmet is irrelevant.” She said like a professor to a wayward student. “At her request, her eyes were donated. They’re gone, replaced by silicone implants to maintain structure in her eye sockets. A young woman in the Dominican Republic can now see.”
I gaped, and glanced to the window and watched Dr. North reclined with his eyes closed. “She’s memorized the room.” I said, stating the obvious.
“She’s never been in that room before. She was let in the room moments before you came in.” Dr. Marcus countered.
I blinked, astounded. “Pheromones…” I randomly stated, glancing at Dr. Webb for support. He was preoccupied watching the woman nodding her head ever so slightly in Dr. North’s lap.
Dr. Marcus watched them through the window with a medical detachment. “There are two holes where her nostrils are. Two tubes run down past her sinuses, one to her lungs for breathing, the other down to her stomach for her hydration and nutrition. Her sinuses are filled with an expanding resin. She has no olfactory senses.”
“What?” I whispered.
Dr. Marcus nodded. “The nerves to her eardrums have been severed. She can’t hear.”
“Why did you forbid us to talk?” I countered.
She gave a half shrug. “Eliminating variables.”
I watched Dr. North for a moment as I thought. I checked my watch.
“She’ll make it last.” Dr. Marcus answered my unasked question. “Stimulation will promote ejaculate production. As you know, men store very little ejaculate in their epididymus. Most is produced during the stimulation process. She wants a big load, so she is going to take her time.”
I checked my watch again, then glanced at the doctor. “Sight, hearing and smell are gone… touch?”
The doctor nodded. “What you see as skin, is actually Nanotex, a nanite produced quasi-latex fabric that is permanently bonded to her skin. The leather you see is just textured Nanotex to look like leather. She can feel pressure, but has zero tactile recognition.”
I watched her working on Dr. North for a few minutes, wondering if he was going to survive the experience. “She navigates through her sense of taste?”
Dr. Marcus nodded. “That’s the guess.”
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