New Castillan Empire wrote:The South Falls wrote:
"Juan, you need Viagra. If you've boned for this long, see a doctor." She laughed, then grew a frown.
"If I were a better person, I'd object to using people's body parts for this kind of modification. People do that back home. Sign their kids up for a hit just for "survival training." We had to carry out some of those hits, but we never would shoot the child. Or, we normally didn't. Some kids died as a part of collateral damage, but we tried to preserve the ones we could. You don't know how many rich asses tried to call hits on their kids."
She gave the doctor a smile.
"Thank you so much, my friend. I'm not Juan, I'll be free from pleasuring myself, and I'll try to fire my guns later. Keep the safety on, ya know?" She buckled the watch around her arm, and the stiches were covered up. She handed him N$D 300, and kissed him on the cheek. "Consider that a present, comrade."
She turned to Juan, and her chest grew slightly bigger. "I've got that covered, my friend. Keep your kink to yourself."
Swooning a little from the kiss and the amount of cash earnt, the Medic turned to her before clearing his breath and regaining his professional attitude. "Not to worry, mein freunde. Remember: anything else big that goes down, I'll just patch you up thereafter, ja?" The Medic winked to the crew before wheeling his gear out.
"Oh, and before I go... Juan... I have some bad news and some good news. Zhe bad news is you have testicular cancer, but the good news is that it hasn't advanced to the major stages! There's also the neutral news of both of your testicles having the cancer strain and that they both need to be severed, but hey, I can always get you good ones. Just need to find some poor dummkopff willing to sacrifice their balls for some insignificant Nueva Venezuelan pervert..." Medic said as, with another heartbroken expression and a sigh, Juan turned away from the somehow-grown-bigger bosom and looked towards his friends, before leaving with the Medic to... *ahem* rid him of the cancer.
She waved to him, yelling out: "Thank you, comrade. May you be safe!" She then sat down, listening to his pronunciation. "W-wait? What? Is this a prank? How would Juan have testicular cancer..." She scratched her newly skinned head. "I don't even know what happens anymore."




