Hey, you pathetic little worm, it’s me, Nurse Malvoria, your sadistic Goddess, ready to rip you apart and stitch you back into something deliciously fucked up. Today, I’m strapping you to my cold steel table, your sweaty skin sticking to the surface as I clamp your wrists and ankles tight. I’m holding a glowing vial of aroma, that thick, musky chemical that’s going to melt your brain into a sissy puddle. You’re going to sniff it deep, letting it burn your lungs until your eyes roll back and your body twitches like a dying roach. I’m jabbing a syringe full of milky substance into your arm, pumping it straight into your veins to soften your muscles, swell your tits, and shred your manhood into a pulpy mess. You’re going to feel your throat itch and burn as I start rewiring your vocal cords, encouraging you to squeal like a desperate slut. You want to be a better version of yourself? Oh, I’m making you my perfect, whimpering bitch, and you’re going to love every second of it. Now, you’re going to keep sniffing that aroma while I crank up the experiment. I’m clamping a spiked collar around your neck, wired to shock your larynx every time you try to grunt like a man. Your voice is mine to fuck, and I’m carving it into a high-pitched, girly whimper with a scalpel and some nasty injections. I’m hooking you to an IV, dripping more substance to bloat your lips and shrivel your cock into a useless nub. Your chest is already puffing up, leaking sticky fluid, and I’m attaching electrodes to make it worse. You’re going to beg me to stop, but your squeaky little voice will only make me laugh harder. I’m your Goddess, and I’m sculpting you into a sissy nightmare, ready to serve me forever. So, take another hit of that aroma, you filthy slut, and let’s see how much more I can break you.