alltheseroadworks: Miriam Gonzales. She was a very stupid girl, or she would have gone to a real do
alltheseroadworks: Miriam Gonzales. She was a very stupid girl, or she would have gone to a real doctor instead of to his “Herbal Healing Clinic”. She had told him that she was worried about the size of her breasts - she thought they made her look slutty, and also they might give her back problems.He had takens some measurements - involving a good deal of groping of her soft fuckmelons - along with blood and urine samples (the latter blushingly provided in his office upon his instruction) and told her to come back in a week - in a bikini, to make the inspections easier.She returned, and whe n he did he took more measurements - with more squeezing, some of it painful to her - and made a show of exclaiming that her breasts were *bigger* than last week. “This confirms the tests results from your fluids. I am afraid you have Mansfield’s Mammary Anomaly. Left untreated, your breasts will continue growing at an uncontrollable rate.”She believed his nonsense completely. “What can I do?” she wailed.“I have a herbal concoction that will help,” he said, finding a bottle on a shelf and pouring it into a martini glass “Here, try this.”The concoction in fact was a mixture that would make her quite uncontrollably aroused, while also stimulating her breasts to grow even bigger and begin lactating. She gulped it down eagerly. He put a bottle of it on his desk.“Free with your consultation. Take a glass every morning and evening. Come back in a week for more. Don’t forget, or your breasts will grow even faster.”She nodded gratefully.“The other part of the treatment is a program of constriction and correction,” he told her. “Take your bikini off.”She did, hesitantly. He got down a leather belt from a hook on the wall, and wrapped it tighty around the base of her tits in a figure eight pattern before securing it. She squeaked as he pulled it tight. Her breasts now bulged obscenely out from their constricted base. They began to turn purple.“Constricting the blood flow to your breasts will help treat the condition,” he told her. “Not more than four hours at a time, and allow an hour between reapplications to let the blood circulate.”“It hurts,” she complained.“Yes, that means it’s working,” he told her. “Pain in your breasts stimulates the healing process. You’ll want to keep them in pain as much as possible. You might find there is an additional rush of pain when you remove the bondage, as the blood returns.”Her eyes began to tear up, a combination of the uncomfortable breast bondage, and the idea of being in constant breast pain.“You only need to feel the pain in your breasts, not in your brain,” he told her. “If you generate endorphins, you’ll find you can deal with the pain better. Try going for a jog - exercise is a good natural source of endorphins. Or masturbating - you’ll find it hurts less when you’re aroused.”She blushed bright red at this.“Why don’t you kneel on the floor there?” he told her. “There’s a second part of the treatment I need to show you but it will work best once your tits have gone a nice dark purple.”She obediently knelt. He returned to his desk and worked on paperwork. After a while, she began to fidget from the pain. He looked up.“You can masturbate here, if you like,” he told her. “Don’t be shy.”She blushed again, and continued fidgeting. He ignored her. After a while he heard a soft sigh from her, and looked up to see her hand vanishing beneath her hemline, urgently massaging her pussy. He smiled. “Feels better, doesn’t it?” he asked.She blushed, and said nothing, but didn’t stop masturbating.“There are some natural treatments that will also help your breasts,” he told her, before returning to his work. “Human semen has a very beneficial effect as a lotion. You might find the condition improves faster if you regularly massage cum into your breasts.”Around an hour later, he got up again. She had been kneeling and masturbating the whole time, but to his surprise hadn’t orgasmed. He wondered if she found it naturally hard to orgasm or just considered it slutty to orgasm in her doctor’s office. Either way, it didn’t much matter. He got down a second belt from the wall.“The real key to the treatment,” he told her, “is very sharp pain. I’m going to whip your breasts with this belt - 20 strokes. It would ordinarily hurt any woman, but in the state your breasts are in I think you’ll find it excruciating. I would advise you to put one arm under your breasts and use it to lift them up for the belt, to make it easier for me to aim, and use the other to keep masturbating. You will definitely need those endorphins. It might go well for you if you are able to orgasm as I hit you.”Her lip trembled in fear, but she was at heart an obedient girl, and she lifted her bulging, constricted tits for him, and began to fingerfuck her cunt even more urgently. He raised the belt and brought it down - CRACK.She started screaming almost immediately. It was a beautiful sound. He delivered 20 sharp impacts of the belt to her tits as she cried and masturbated. By the time he was done, she still hadn’t orgasmed.“Good girl, he told her, patting her head fondly.“Please,” she begged. “Please, I don’t want to do this again.”“You’ll have to,” he told her. “Several times. But if you are a good girl and take all the possible treatments, you will get better faster.”“Do I need… the cum on my tits?” she asked.“It will help,” he told her.“Please,” she begged. “Please cum on my tits.”He took his cock out of his pants. It was rock hard. He looked at her. “You’ll have to help, dear,” he said. “Open up.”Still crying, she opened her mouth, and he pushed his cock into it. He suspected this might be the first time she had given oral sex. He quite enjoyed the thought of taking her mouth’s virginity under these humiliating and painful circumstances. He grabbed her hair, and fucked her mouth vigorously, enjoying her moans, before finally pulling out and ejaculating over the bulging, bruised, purple skin of her tits.“Rub it in,” he told her, as he wiped his cock clean on her cheek. “Be forceful.” He watched as she tried to rub his sperm into her agonised, over-sensitive breasts, squealing at every touch but trying desperately to be good. She was still masturbating.When she was done, her breasts glistening with sticky slime, she looked up at him for guidance. He smiled and said, “Be brave, Miriam.” And then he uncinched the belt from the base of her tits. She screamed as the blood rushed back into her abused fuckmelons - and *that* was when she orgasmed. He watched her whole body spasm, her scream choke off, as she fell sideways, twitching, mewling, pain and pleasure combining in her brain.He knelt by her, and spoke to her in her spacey, suggestible state. “The important thing, Miriam,” he told her, “is not to be a slut If you’re a slut, your tits are going to keep getting bigger no matter what you do. You should absolutely masturbate all the time to deal with the pain, but try not to think slutty thoughts, and try not to cum except when it hurts the most, otherwise you’ll be a slut and I can’t help you if you’re a slut. You’ll deserve to have big tits and be in pain if you’re a slut, won’t you?”She made an incoherent sound that he was satisfied indicated agreement.He gave her the belt, and returned to his desk. “You can wait two hours before putting the belt back on your tits. Your tits *will* look strange, even under a shirt, and of course you can’t wear a bra with the belt. People will think you look like a whore, but it’s all just part of getting better. I’d advise not telling anyone about your treatment - it can be very humiliating and I’ve known patients to lose friends and family who become disgusted by them. Leave the belt on until this evening, and then spank your tits with your hand until it hurts too much to continue, before taking the belt off again.”She moaned.“I’ll make you a special appointment here each morning,” he said, “no charge, and we can do a session of belt-whipping on your breasts, and a treatment of semen.” He thought he might tell her tomorrow that her mouth wasn’t stimulating enough, and he would need to fuck her pussy to get ready to cum. She would begin lactating soon from the drugs, he knew, further increasing her breast sensitivity, and at that point he could enjoy milk squirting from her nipples on every strike of the belt, before cruelly squeezing her bruised tits afterwards to milk the rest from her.By the end of his treatment, he suspected, she would have giant lactating udders, become automatically aroused from having her tits hurt, and would not be able to orgasm without excruciating pain in her breasts. She would likely be regularly seeking out anonymous men to ejaculate on her tits, and would believe she deserved it all because she was inherently a slut. He really did love his job. -- source link