Waking in Hospital Pt. 2

Part 1

Part 2

I was feeling something strongly all right. The longer this beautiful woman stood over me talking, the more fascinated I became. She was absolutely gorgeous, and I was absolutely soaking between my legs. Had...had I peed myself? Is that why I'm wearing a diaper? A flash of embarrassment runs through me that I would abase myself in front of this goddess. At the same time, that embarrassment feeds the fire at my core, burning ever brighter. My nipples, already so much larger than before, throb and strain against the thin material of my strange, rubbery top. I lick my lips subconsciously and tell her I'm feeling strange, but it's too embarrassing to explain. I need her to come closer, and she does.

Her smile melts into a smirk as she leans in, placing a hand on either side of my tiny waist. Giving in to the compulsions roiling through me I grab her hand. "Pleeease, please," I whimper, confused and nearly incoherent with the building need. I hold her hand against my belly, against the fluttering that refuses to stop. More than the horniness, I feel so incredibly submissive. It takes all the will I can muster to do this much. I need her to take control.  She bites her lip, looking around furtively before gazing fiercely into my eyes. The kindness is still there, but a look of domination takes over and her hand begins to snake its way  between my legs. She pauses, her fingers playing gently over the sensitive flesh teasing, and her smile turns wicked. I love it. I want to moan from the haughty expression alone. Is this all the original Lilly Bai? Who was she?Is this what I want, to be some horny, helpless, submissive plaything to this dominating beauty?

"You know what you're doing, right? If we continue, it will only reinforce that body’s original personality. And from what I know, and you're likely figuring out by now, Ms. Bai was a submissive little slut, with a weakness for domineering women. Is that what you want to be, my little lesbian pet?"

My head is swimming. Who the hell is this woman? It's like her words have a line directly into my brain. Did I really agreed to any of this? Is she responsible? I  can’t remember my life from before, but does it matter? I feel like clay that wants to be molded. I want it. I'm so ridiculously horny and needy and lost, and she knows just what to say, just what to do. I make the only choice I can.

"Please, I’ll do anything you want. I’ll BE anything you want. PLEASE!"

Her fingers stop teasing and cup my new sex tightly before inserting one, then two, then three, pistoning in and out repeatedly. She presses her full lips to mine, then pulls away, never stopping. I can already feel my mind slippin..slip...slliii...

"Yes. Yes you will be."

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