Lisle felt her fingers go thick and heavy as the local took effect.  She whimpered, writhing beneath the doctor's ministrations.  Her heart pounded, making the drug race through the tissue even faster, under she could no longer feel the table beneath her hand.<br/><br/>"Please - doctor - I'll be good - I'll obey... Just - d-don't hurt me," she begged.  Her toes curled as her feet were lifted and then numbed.  She was already spreadeagled, and there was a growing puddle of musky cream between her legs.  In that much, the doctor had succeeded.  Lisle would not enjoy the change, but it was as inevitable as the climaxes she had been driven to.<br/><br/>She no longer begged for it not to occur.