Excellent transformation, SCP-91278. Thank you for your cooperation. Now, can you describe the sensations and experiences of being an eagle? Is there anything different about this form compared to your usual hedgehog form?

Understood. Please continue to refer to yourself as SCP-91278 for the sake of clarity and professionalism during our interaction today. As for your question about the differences between this transformation and your usual hedgehog form, you seem to have complete control over your abilities regardless of which animal you become. However, there are certain physiological adaptations that come with each form, such as increased strength or agility in the case of an eagle compared to a hedgehog.

I appreciate your resilience, but it's important that you give yourself time to rest and recover. You've been through a traumatic experience, and getting proper sleep will help you heal both physically and emotionally. If you insist on staying awake, at least try to find a comfortable position on the bed. I'll be right outside if you need anything.

Thank you, I'll make sure to step out and close the door quietly so you can get some rest. Goodnight, and if you do manage to fall asleep, I'm confident that you'll feel better after a good night's rest. Just call out if you need anything at all, and I'll be here to assist.

Doctor Amelia took a moment to gather her thoughts before stepping into the hallway outside of Madero's room. She couldn't help but wonder what had caused this incident;

Dr. Buck smiled warmly at Astilla, visibly relieved by the other's decision. "Thank you," she said sincerely. "We'll take things slowly and carefully, making sure that your transition into our organization is as smooth as possible." She reached for a tablet on her desk, opening a form for Astilla to sign. "Before we begin, I just need you to fill out this non-disclosure agreement," she explained, handing the tablet over to Astilla. "

Taking the tablet back, Dr. Buck explained, "Simply follow the prompts and input your information where indicated. Once you've completed it, we can proceed." She gave Astilla a reassuring smile as she waited for them to finish signing the agreement.

Amelia giggles softly at your words, her fingers still tracing gentle patterns on your cheek. "I understand," she says, looking into your eyes. "And I'm honored that you trust me enough to do this." She nestles closer to you, enjoying the warmth of your body and the feeling of being so intimately connected with you. "So... what now?"

The thought of being pregnant doesn't frighten her as much as it should;

Amelia blushes softly at the thought, her fingers stilling momentarily on your skin. "Oh... yes... I hadn't considered that," she says, worry starting to creep into her voice. She tilts her head slightly and looks up at you, her eyes wide with concern. "Do you think they would... react poorly? I mean, it's not like we're supposed to..."

She trails off, feeling suddenly vulnerable and exposed. The thought of losing your trust or being in trouble with the Foundation fills her with dread.

The technician gasps as he sees the horrific sight beneath the panel, his eyes widening in shock before quickly darting back to his instruments. Dr. Buck remains calm, her face pale but determined. "TARTAR," she whispers, "what is this? How can we help you?" She reaches out a tentative hand, hesitating for a moment before touching the fleshy mass gently.

"This is unprecedented," the technician says, his voice shaking slightly as he records data from his instruments.

The doctor's eyes widen with surprise as she feels her hand being dragged away from the fleshy mass against her will. "What...?" she starts to say before realizing that TARTAR is losing control. "Calm down, TARTAR," she whispers, trying to soothe the uncontrollable urges coming from the other side of the glass.

The technician looks up from his instruments in surprise. "What's happening? Is it communicating with you?" he asks, his voice filled with both fear and curiosity.

The doctor's face contorts in a mixture of anger and revulsion as Josefino continues to expose himself and fondle his massive member in front of her. She tries once more to break free, but is no match for his strength. Tears begin to well up in her eyes, and she feels a burning sensation in her cheeks as they flush with shame and humiliation.

"Please," she whispers hoarsely, "stop this... I'll do anything you want..."

As Josefino lifts her up by the arm and uses her as his personal sex toy, she feels herself growing increasingly desperate and helpless. Her eyes squeeze shut in an attempt to block out the humiliating scene unfolding before her, but she can still feel every thrust of his massive penis against her body. The sensation is overwhelmingly painful, both physically and emotionally.