Wow Wow Wubbzy And His Kinky Adventures

Prdocedure Execution

"Now let us address the elephant in the room, you are dragging around a collapsed Widget that has discharge all over her vagina.. you are messing up the entire floor. Don't give the janitor more work."
The Doc extends her arms towards the service counter and with her glaring eyes, demands the woman at the desk for a bed.
A couple of minutes later the bed arrives.

Doc and Wubbzy try holding Widget but the weight generated from all the discharge inside of her is making her much heavier than usual. A couple of nearby strangers volunteer to pick up widget. They slide their arms under her pink body and lift her on top of the bed. The helper closest to her crotch area had discharge spilled all over him. He was soaked and looked like the inside of aloe.
"Wow, wow.. I think we will fix that later good sir".
He gives the most baffled expression and stays paused in his exact position.
Wubbzy heads off with Doc into a glass covered elevator. The railings are white and the floor is made of glimmering marble. The bed wheels leave dirty tracks of dirt and mud mixed with an overwhelming amount of discharge. The doc presses the 7th button from top to bottom and the doors shut. They feel the elevation.

"Wubbzy I can already tell you used your tail to perform intercourse on her, you genuinely had no type of contingency plan or rational thinking when engaging in this totally absurd course"?
"No, no doctor, I wasn't thinking".
Before the elevator comes to a sudden stop it ironically begins playing 3 cords that set the disappointment in Wubbzy.
"Trust me Wubbzy, don't ever do that again".

The elevator halts and the doors open wide revealing your average dreadful hospital hallway.

The silence is deafening as they walk through the corridor. Every step they make louder than the last. They reach cubicle K77 and pull aside the sky blue curtain covered with white dots. The Doc sighs as she pushes the bed near the center of the room. It is plain white with a bed and dreary looking counter and shelf. There is practically nothing to it. The room is begging for color. Wubbzy and the Doc press the 2 buttons on the side of the wheel bed dislodging the bed from its wheels. They push the bed up and tilt it until Widgets body slid on the medical bed. The Doc brings the transfer bed to its original positions and rolls it outside the cubicle. She then closes the curtains. There is barely enough light to go around. A shade of disposable blue. There isn't even any sight of a window.

"I don't even need to look at this too much, I know exactly the trick. And before you say anything I am not gonna check her heartbeat like the producers force me to do on my stupid ass show. Tired of small clinics playing my shit on waiting room TVs for suicidal 12 year olds to watch before they are engage in therapy... where was I again? All I need is the organ magnet 7770".
"Um, Doc that doesn't sound very safe".
"Don't talk about safe when you used her tail for sex. I have been in the pharmaceutical/ medical industry since I was born. My show might not show that but I have strived just to get here. In this mediocre facility. I am extremely close to accomplishing my dream of becoming a surgeon at John Hopkins. I am so close to being enlisted to that place. I have even made some companions there. They are waiting for me to join them. They are ready for my presence in that place".
*Wubbzy begins snoring*
"WAKE UP WUBBZY BITCH".
"Wow, wow, my bad Doctor".
The Doc walks up over to the shelf. As she opens it, the gadget she needs is very conveniently placed right in the center of the small space. She grabs the huge contraption shaped like a gun with silver linings and a gold holding piece.

She activates it erupting a loud helicopter like sound. The entire room begins to levitate as gravity begins to sip out. Document papers and random items are flying all's round the room. Fire particles illuminate the cubicle. There is a powerful wind that no one in the room has ever experienced. They all cover their eyes to not let any debris make way. After a few seconds the discharge begins to deep all over the floor. It's coming out of Widget like a waterfall. The floor is inundated in the white liquid. Right when conditions become unbearable, the Doc presses the trigger causing everything to suddenly stop. Silence fills up the room. All the fire particles shed back to the floor. Plastic and glass is all over the floor swimming in discharge.

"I hope this doesn't appear on my resume when I audiobook for John Hopkins".
"Wow, wow Doc... I think you did good. Widget is now safe. That is the only thing that matters".
"Well Wubbz.. I think we are going to have to call the janitor again.

The Doc struggles to reach the telephone in the corner of the room. She is lifting her legs up and down. She finally gets hold of the phone and dials the number to direct the janitor. The only thing that plays is muffled static.

"This is strange Wubbz... the service doesn't work".
She attempts calling the lobby desk and to no avail.
She begins to get irritated as her hands begin gripping the phone as tight as possible.
She commands herself to dial the emergency code.
"See Wubbzy... this is why I want to work at John Hopkins. It's not cheap like this place."
The phone picks up.
The sound of screeching stabs the Doc in the ear.
All one can hear coming from the telephone is muffled screaming along with slashing cacophony.
"Wow, wow, whatever it is we are fucked".