	"It's flat-lining."
	"On it...administering shock."
	Red blooms across your vision, beating back the darkness but coating everything in a crimson shade. Pain assaults your senses, but also keeps you alive.
	"It's stabilizing, preparing incision...Surgery commencing."
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	Pain wakes you again. No not pain, but weakness envelops you. Slowly your sight returns, the room you're in is a new one, complex machinery lines the wall, no doubt intended to keep you locked up. Confusion wells up inside of you as you scan the room, why did you wake? You find your answer on the other end of a glass wall, a figure stands there, sparks flying wildly beside them as they pull their skana out from a terminal. One of your fellow Tenno had finally come to free you, relief takes the place of your confusion and even quells the rage inside of you. You had been held captive for so long, torn apart and put back together, that you thought you could only feel pain and anger, but finally free of your bindings you start to feel...alive again.
	But as you take a step forward you stumble, losing your balance. Unbeknownst to you, the Corpus' experiments had twisted your Valkyr frame on a very basic level. As you were released from your bindings your pussy had opened up, sliding out from between your lips came a long shaft. It slithered out until it reach your legs and finally stopped, but was quickly followed by two small spheres that slowly inflated with liquid, until you had an impressive package to match your forearm length cock. Your pussy, the symbol of your femininity, had slowly sealed itself shut around your new growths, permanently replacing itself with your new manhood. And as you had taken that step, blood had flowed to your new cock, engorging the giant sexual mass, and throwing off your sense of balance due to its size.
	You shoot out a hand to steady yourself on a nearby console, there's barely enough strength in your arms to support yourself. But instead of worrying about that you're transfixed by your growths, your free hand hesitantly reaching down to touch it. The second your hand touches that still slick skin of your frame, you're assaulted by the same weakness again, except now you realize it isn't weakness but lust. Your hand steadying your body tightens its grip, crunching through the metal of the monitor as you begin to slide your fingers up and down your shaft. It feels as though your nerves are exploding pleasure as you hasten the jerking of your cock, slapping your fist down on your crotch as hard as you can every time, making your package swing back and forth from your masturbation. Your entire body tenses for a moment as your ballsack grows taut up against your crotch, and then you relax as your cock fires off. Your cock's emissions coat the wall, covering the figure of your comrade on the other side with a thick coating of sexual fluids. Each blast of jizz from your cock making a loud squirt as it fires off, and makes the room smell of your primal musk. Slowly you still jerk your length while it fires off, easing your excitement down as your mind is wracked by pleasure. Slowly the shaking of your girth stops, as your balls run dry, having coated virtually the entire room in your smelly cum. You bring your right hand to your face, giving your sense a blast of the raunchy depravity that is the smell of your cum, and also reminding you. The comrade that came to help you is in a Mag suit.