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Practice Makes Perfect

Dýo tests the limits of this new shapeshifting host... The Doctor has never been happier.

Warnings: shapeshifting, breast expansion, body dysmorphia, telepathy, consensual drugging, drunk sex, aphrodisiac usage, hand job, weight gain, anal sex, oral sex, tentacles, copious amounts of cum, cum inflation, hyper genitalia, all the way through, spitroasting, restraints, inhuman anatomy, riding, oviposition (almost), belly kink

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Dýo turned their head one way, then the other... a mere thought, and their ears reformed to have just a bit less of a detached lobe, their hairline shifting to frame said ears. Another once over in the full length mirror, and they smiled as they admired their work. flawless, blemish free, rich olive skin, a build that was lean and agile... It was as perfect for them as a human host could be, unless.... lighter patches of skin seemed to shimmer across the deep olive, leaving intricate, natural patterns across their flesh - Oooooo that was pretty - Dýo decided that NOW this was as perfect for themself as a human body could be. Of course... They would have certainly rather used the shapeshifting ability of their new host to return to their original form... they missed having a proper amount of arms, even if they'd likely have to make themself smaller to fit in any buildings not built with themself in mind, but with how the Doctor had ended up in such poor condition after a mere glimpse of them... they wouldn't be able to live with himself if he was hurt for their own selfish wishes again. For now, their effort in adjusting their host and learning just how to manipulate their own form to fit exactly what they desired payed off. The only question now was what to do with the chest... Dýo considered a larger bust, and one appeared, then wished to return to a flat chest, and the body obeyed. After going back and forth a few times, the thespian decided that it was high time to get the Doctor involved. They weren't typically one to enjoy a host with a bust... however, they'd been in a particular mood for the past while, and had been missing the feeling of breasts- and, of course, had been imagining just how lovely they'd be in a few of the costumes they'd prepared for upcoming performances.

As Dýo rounded the corner into the living room, they were met with an utterly peaceful sight. the curtains were open, sending golden light pouring into the room, and the Doctor, whom was seated upon the loveseat with a novel in his hands, was framed beautifully by it, the golden-hour glow wreathing his dark robes and reflecting off of his pristine mask as well as the bronze top and tip of the ornate - though still quite broken - Wandsman wand that was leaning against the side of the seat. The professional was utterly serene, looking far more well rested than he'd been in some time, if only because Dýo practically pleaded both him, and the horrible, reasonless thing that commanded his rigorous Curing schedule for their always busy Doctor to simply rest for a week or two (having to grovel to that piece of shit made them feel sick).

 Without a word, Dýo approached the couch and sat down, then leaned to the side, laying down upon the Doctor's lap. Meanwhile, their partner lifted his arms to let them underneath the book he was holding. For a while, there wasn't a sound beyond the turning of pages, then a bookmark made its way up from the coffee table, and a hand tangled lovingly with Dýo's hair. "You look beautiful today, masquer," he complimented warmly, and the thespian smiled in response. 

"Yeah? It took me a while... but I think this is just about perfect."

"Just about?" the surgeon wondered.

"Mhm... there's a thing or two I did want to ask you about, if that's fine," they said. They could feel the Doctor's heartbeat quickening against the side of their face and smiled as they decided to snoop around in his mind... positively filthy, as expected. They loved him so much. Luckily for the Doctor, they planned to oblige.

"Of course, my love... anything you need," the surgeon breathed. In response, Dýo got up and straddled his lap, relishing in the quiet click in the Doctor's throat as he swallowed.