"We will see." Gerlinde replied.  She hoped she didn't sound too much like a matinee villain, but she drew out the words like they were sugarcubes melting on her tongue.  That rich, new, better-than-good, vile feeling was spreading in her like a drug.<br/><br/>It rubbed her imagination to a rash.  It had her blood leaping in her veins.  Gerlinde felt almost drunk; she felt like something now had ahold of her and the girl, and was propelling them down a darkly wondrous path.  And she knew this feeling was correct.  The transformations had begun.  There was no turning back now.<br/><br/>"In theory, what I just put in you will turn your little clitoris there," Gerlinde tapped the violated little nub like striking a piano key.  "Into an engine, producing high amounts of the hormones that control sexual arousal.  Estrogen and testosterone; especially testosterone.  It'll be pumping those out like mad.<br/><br/>"And." Gerlinde picked the egg-shaped vibrator.  Her other hand began tracing the lips of the girl's vagina, brushing the petals over and over, playing with them and within.  "It will expand it.  How large, we will see.  Maybe a blackberry.  Maybe a thumb.  Maybe larger."<br/><br/>"Let's watch closely, shall we?"<br/><br/>Gerlinde kept tracing, beginning to pump the rubber egg into the hollow of the girl's body - shoving it in leaden slow, drawing it out even slower, pushing it in again.  Her thoughts were transfixed on what might happen:  Wonder at how large the girl would grow pulsed quicksilver through her veins.  And down in the long branch of her cock, Gerlinde's own growth was stirring, shoving visibly at the captivity of her breeches.<br/><br/>This, she thought - this is why I love being a doctor.  She did not blush darkly to admit it to herself - not any place the girl could see.<br/><br/>