The Teen Titans' Surgery Syndrome (WIP Preview) (Patreon)

WARNING THE FULL STORY WILL CONTAIN: Starfire and Raven (Teen Titans) Bimbofication and Sexual Content

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   Gracefully flying through the air, Starfire kept her bright green eyes open for the location of where the distress call had come from. The orange-skinned, Tamaranean princess kept herself aloft with the thoughts of getting to help another person. On the crisp cool night, she let the air blow back her waist length red hair and ruffle the fabric her violet crop top and matching mini-skirt.

   Her flight came to an end as she touched down in a dark alley. Re-checking her communicator to confirm she was in the right place, she walked towards a door lit by a single, dim light bulb. Preparing herself for whatever villain or monstrosity that lurked behind it, she knocked on the door.

   Several moments were filled with the sound of someone rummaging through junk inside followed by the erratic opening of multiple lock. As the racket came to a gradual stop, the door slowly opened up to reveal a man a head shorter than her. A lab coat loosely hung off his shoulders, the white color a stark contrast to the streak of cobalt blue skin that peeked out from between his wiry, black hair.

   “W-who are you?” he asked, looking up at Starfire with his wide eyes.

   “Hello, I am Starfire of the Teen Titans,” she replied, trying to ease him with a friendly smile. “You are the one who made the distress call?”

   “Oh, thank goodness you’re here,” he said, taking her by the hand and pulling her inside.

   As he worked on re-locking the door, Starfire let her gaze wonder across the various strange and unusual medical implements strewn about the room. For its dingy appearance, the room was well sterilized with a plethora of surgery tools ready for use. In direct contrast to the mess of papers on the desks, the surgical table in the center was sterilized without a hint of dirt or grime.

   “Is this some form of hospital?” Starfire asked, glancing at the tanks of mystery liquid over in the corner.

   “No, no, well not an official one at least,” he replied, hurrying to gather up a stack of papers from a nearby desk. “What you see are some gifts given to me by some less than legitimate associates in order for me to continue my work after I…”

   The man paused, a shiver going down his spine. “Don’t worry about it. Just help me get my things together before he shows up.”

   “Who are you talking about?”

   “Me,” he answered, earning only a confused look from Starfire. “Er, perhaps it would be easier to explain my condition.”

   Clearing his throat in an attempt to stay calm long enough to speak, he turned his head towards Starfire as he continued to pack his things. “My name is Dr. Pliss. In my hay day I was a top of the line plastic surgeon. One day I was tasked with performing a procedure on some super humans after an accident and that’s when I got this.” Stopping what he was doing, he bent forward to show off the blue streak across his head.

   “That does not seem very bad,” Starfire remarked. “The head of my friend, Cyborg is also strange looking.”

   “It’s not just about the way I look,” Pliss continued. “This is a part of him. Another me. A me that taps directly into my libido to take women and do…” Pliss trailed off, shaking his head to get his mind focused on packing back up. “Regardless, I managed to seal him away for now, but I don’t know how long until he comes back. While he’s asleep we need to get out of here before-“

   Dr. Pliss trailed off once more. At first, Starfire just assumed he had gone silent to deal with his inner trauma. Her assumption was proven wrong as he straightened his posture and fixed up his jacket. Turning back towards her, his nervous frown was replaced with a mischievous grin as the blue coloring on his head spread out to cover his entire body.

   “Hello there,” Dr. Pliss said, his voice overcome by an unnatural reverb. “You may call me Dr. Sergei. I do apologize for my other half. He is quite insane you see.”

   Starfire tilted her head. “That is not what he said. He told me that you are the one who is crazy.”

   “It’s all a matter of perspective you see,” he replied with a wave of his hand. “I’m sure a woman like yourself knows that well enough after being around for…how old are you exactly?”

   “Around 18 in human years I believe.”

   “Right, right,” he said, calmly resuming his other half’s packing job. “I should be able to better explain our unique relationship once we go to the authorities. If you would be so kind, could you grab that box over by the surgical table?”

   Unable to notice the malicious glint in Dr. Sergei’s eyes, Starfire walked over towards the small cube that was about the size of her fist. Picking up the object, she noticed a set of nobs along one side. More than a little curious, she found herself incapable of stopping her fingers from flipping the devices into place.

   Starfire’s inquisitive mind gifted her with a blast of strange, purple gas from the cube. She felt her strength start to give, the box tumbling from her fingers as she began to feel dizzy. Managing to catch herself on the bed as her legs gave out, she managed to turn back towards Dr. Sergei just as her vision started to fade. The last thing she saw before things went dark was his eerie smile to go with his sinister laughter.