Michael was helpless, unable to talk or do anything while the Doctor grinning maniacally and Rex practiced bouncing around and moving with his new, fully functional set of feet. He thanked the Doctor as he skipped his way out of the laboratory, laughing as he passed his unneeded wheelchair and smirked arrogantly at Michael’s disembodied head.
Doctor Mulligan waved goodbye as the doors hissed shut. He swiftly moved over to the table Michael’s head was perched on, adjusting some settings on the console and rearranging the wiring going into Michael’s nose and oesophagus. He tried to reach out for Michael’s mouth but pulled back once Michael gnashes his teeth angrily. “Ooh, you’re a feisty one! I like you!” the doctor hummed as he inspected Michael’s peeved-off-looking head.
“Most of the people I ’borrow’ for my experiments are SO boring, you know, you’re average Joe’s and Jane’s popping by to stay for a couple nights, nothing special. But you my friend, YOU are different, YOU are a prized specimen: tall at 6 foot with such an athletic physique, a body that many would kill to possess. Not to mention the messy brown hair and brilliant blue eyes- in a couple of years, I could actually see you as an actor or at the very least, a male model.”
Michael composed himself as he tried to pull together the right words in his drugged haze. “Wh-Why? Why are you... doing this?” Mulligan’s smirked again as he twirled around and booted up one of the monitors in his lab, showing Michael footage from dozens of cameras set up inside the bed and breakfast, footage focusing on every inhabitant staying there.
“...What do you see out there, Mr Lewis? Happy families, laughing kids, romantic couples? Look closer.” Michael squinted his eyes as his eyes focused on what looked like a peaceful looking couple lazing about on deckchairs beside the pool outside. Nothing seemed amiss until Michael watched the portly man turn over and playfully stroke his partner’s crotch. He gasped as he saw the front of the woman’s bikini rise as a monstrous bulge grew and strained the tight fabric. Although he couldn’t hear it he sensed that the woman was giggling and imagining doing something dirty with her massive manmeat later.
“Those two...” Dr Mulligan continued, “were in the middle of a bitter divorce when their car broke down and they came to my doorstep. They both wanted kids but the poor guy was completely infertile. A couple months and a couple of changes later, they’ve fallen back in love again and are well on their way to having children now.” Michael observed the surprisingly clear footage and realised what he thought was the man’s middle-aged potbelly was actually a pregnant stomach, probably only a couple months from being ready to give birth.
“Or even look at these.” He pointed to a screen where a pretty looking young lass, no more than about 16-17 years old, was walking hand in hand with a drop-dead-gorgeous 45 year old cougar. Michael watched on as the younger girl reached round and squeezed the MILF’s juicy butt inside her leopard print cocktail dress.
“These two fine ladies were both trapped in abusive relationships with two of the ugliest brutes I’d ever seen. As soon as I found out I had them sent to my lab where I swapped their relationships over to their partners and then scrapped them for parts. Now they’re both in a healthy, supportive marriage with people they can talk to without the risk of getting a fist to the face.”
“B-But they didn’t... They didn’t CHOOSE to be with each other, you, you forced them! And the age difference... the other woman’s l-like 30 years older!”
Dr Mulligan rolled his eyes. “Yes, I forced them to leave their crackhead boyfriends and live happier lives with caring partners. Yeah, I’M the bad guy here. And as for the age, well, every year is just a measure of how long it takes us to orbit the Sun- it doesn’t make a difference to me or to the genuine feelings they now have for each other. Plus, I put in a mental note to not do anything inappropriate until the girl’s 18th birthday.”
“Do you get my point though? Many people, many families come here. Many are sad, lonely or just going through rough patches. Me and the work I do here, it has improved all their lives, no matter how bizarre it would sound outside these B&B walls. Many people wish they could lead different lives, do different things, look like different people. That’s where someone like you comes in; I need you, more specifically your body, to help me to help out everyone else.”
“Now, you have two options: you can cooperate, giving me full permission to take and distribute your body parts to those who need them more than you, and possibly receive a NEW body. I can also see if I can get you a new life to go with it as well if you really wanted me to.”
“Or you can refuse to help me, leading me to take your parts by force and forcing you to leave as a disembodied head for as long as I see fit. You know your old friend Rex that just left? Yeah, he’s a new employee of mine and once he heard you and your family were staying here immediately asked for your feet and spinal chord. He seemed pretty happy with what he got but he didn’t realise that I’d left the mental connection between you and your spinal chord intact- you still can feel what he feels. Imagine that was something like, I don’t know, your arm and you got shot? You would feel ALL of the pain, no anaesthetic, no nothing. Just you, your disembodied head and your pain receptors screaming out constantly. Now what’s it gonna be?”
Michael gulped. He thought it over quickly before he said:
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