“Remarkable.”
“The sheer mass is mouth-watering. But the proportions against her thin waist and skinny arms make her look almost cartoonish. They’re more impressive than any enhancements I’ve ever done. Or seen.”
“Firm and perky but your fingers sink right into the satin-soft tissue. And there’s so much to squeeze, you never want to stop.”
“I think the rare condition of retracted nipples only enhances the aesthetics. Each breast has a little mouth begging you to dip a stray finger and tickle the nipple surprise inside.”
Between some of the fingers, Bella could see her breasts had turned pink which meant her face was beet red. It didn’t help that she was asked to put on a hospital gown and then later asked to remove it. It was in the nude that a dozen hands appraised the quality of her sweater stretchers.
“Have you seen the nipples? It is possible to extract them like rubber poppers.”
“No, I just got here. I’d love to give them a pinch.”
“Here, I’ll get one out for you.”
It wasn’t Bella’s doctor sticking his index finger in the puffy horizontal slit of her shy nipple to hook the sensitive protrusion out of the warm embrace of her breast, but she still hoped it was a doctor. Men had been accumulating in the examination room since the start of her consultation and some weren’t even in medical garbs. Her squeamish winces and the crunching her fists made around the crumpled paper of her padded table failed to successfully communicate that she was uncomfortable with the way they treated her like a freak show exhibit.
“Try sucking it out. It might be easier.”
“Oh yes, good idea.”
Bella squeaked like a cornered mouse as wet lips and a scratchy mustache cupped her large areolas to suck her nipple out of its hidey-hole. The man successfully pulled the sucker into his mouth and, after an awkwardly long sucking session, kept it out with pinched fingers.
“The large areolas make it look like a young girl’s budding breast on top of a pregnant mother’s breast.” Another doctor took over the nipple pinching and also went in for a taste.
“Yes, and they seem extremely sensitive, perhaps due to their limited exposure to air and clothing friction. Look at her face when you manipulate it.”
Bella didn’t want to admit her peekaboo nipples were more sensitive than those of normal girls but her face did betray the unusual concentration of nerve endings despite her best efforts to appear unaffected by the tweaking fingers.
“Doctor?” She spotted her original doctor, the one she came to consult before the barrage of second opinions. He was wheeling in a machine she couldn’t fully see behind the wall of groping professionals. She assumed it had to do with the reduction and esthetic surgery she requested. “Can we talk about my procedure?” She wanted to add ‘and can I put my clothes back on?’ but the doctors were still very busy manipulating her breasts in new uncomfortable ways, so that would have been rude.
“I’m afraid traditional cosmetic surgery is impossible,” the original doctor said, making room through his coworkers to get his hands back on his patient’s breasts.
“But…” Bella was an attractive blonde with piercing blue eyes behind square glasses, but the size of her breasts dominated any social encounter, attracting the worst male elements and the fiercest, unwarranted female jealousy. Her mind twisted every compliment into mockery for it could not comprehend how anyone would find these milkbags anything other than obese and grotesque. Surgery was a scary prospect, but her only chance at a normal life.
“However, there is an experimental treatment I think can help you. Stand up, please,” the doctor said, taking a few steps back.
Bella hesitated. Standing up meant exposing her entire body to a circle of strange men who might spend another hour describing new body parts. Her breasts were still throbbing from their intense manipulation but at least they were free. And free to bounce, unfortunately.
“Now spread your legs and put your hands on your heads.”
Bella hesitated again since it meant taking away her vulva’s only cover, She could have asked ‘are you sure?’ but what would that have accomplished? Of course he was sure; he was a doctor. Closing her own eyes helped her forget about all the male eyes either watching her breasts which her trembling body kept jiggling, her round bottom clenching in anxiety, and the hairless pussy between her shoulder-width legs, but it also kept her from seeing the large metal pillory of the doctor’s machine snapping shut on the base of her breasts. A metal screen now separated her ribcage from her giant mammaries through holes too tight to squeeze a plump breast through.
“Is this an X-ray machine?” It was the only use Bella could think of if she discounted the possibility of a breast torture machine.
“No, it’s more of a breast torture machine.”
“W-what?”
“Now, don’t be alarmed, that’s just the tip of a phallic instrument penetrating your vagina from behind.”
Bella was very alarmed, but she did not close her legs in time. She was trying to shake the intruding rubber penis and its clitoral attachment loose when she heard the click of the securing strap around her waist. “What does this have to do with my breasts!” Confidence in her doctor was beginning to wane but she was certain he had a good explanation for inserting an active vibrator in her virgin pussy.
“Don’t worry, you’re just not seeing the bigger picture yet. I’m of course also inserting vibrators in your breasts.”
Without warning because of the metal screen, dildos in the shape of an alien spacecraft’s joystick, like the one currently spreading tingly waves up her spine, penetrated the mouth of her breasts pushing hard against the inner nipple and forcing them to sink deeper into the flesh. Bella’s mind was already swimming from the clitoral and vaginal stimulation of the vibrator between her leg; she could not make any sense of what was happening.
“I’m also applying these electrodes on your tits. Thankfully I found enough of them. I never thought I would test my invention on knockers this large. They will monitor your orgasms and shock your breasts when you’re not having an orgasm. After 100 orgasms, we can move on to phase two. Are you ready?”
“I… I don’t know,” cried Bella. “I don’t know what’s going on!”
“Yes, it’s normal to be worried and confused. I have no idea if this is going to work, either. But if it does, I believe you’ll finally be happy with your breasts. Here we go…”
“Ow!… Ow! … Ow! My breasts… please turn it offfff.”
At the flip of a switch, the nipple dildos exposed their capacity to vibrate and the moving piston they were mounted on. Though already deep in the juicy tits, the vibrators began plowing deeper like punching the cervix down a birth canal with a big cock. They were so tightly fitted that every time they pulled back, they stretched the breast along with them through suction.
“I need to ask for a little bit of patience, Bella. The electroshock pulses will start soon and that will help you hone in on the pleasure.”
“Ahhh! It’s not working. It hurts more!” The metal plate was too wide for Bella to reach around and rip off the dozen sticky pads torturing each of her breasts. All she could do was grip the metal sides and pretend it was her sanity.
“Of course they don’t give you pleasure; I never said they would. They punish your lack of pleasure. It might take a few hours but your body should learn to produce the right hormones to avoid painful titty shocks. I’m going to leave you to it and check on you tomorrow. Let’s give her some space, gentlemen. I’ll update you on the results.”
“Wait, please. It worked. I love my breasts. They’re fine now,” Bella yelled to the emptying examination room. She would have genuinely loved to be back on that examination table getting groped by an endless train of strangers.
“Miss Bella, how are we doing this morning?” The doctor was holding another patient’s chart in his hand. He had meant to check on his experiment earlier but he had many other breasts to grope, ones that wouldn’t accidentally shock him.
Bella did not answer. Despite having a vibrator up her pussy, two more fucking her breasts, and surges of electricity coursing through the fat of her tits, she was passed out, head tilted back, with most of her body weight pulling against her stretched boobs.
The doctor looked at her results on the machine. “Hmm, only 86. I’ll come back tomorrow. Don’t give up; I believe in you.”
A powerful orgasm rocked Bella awake moments later. She had no recollection of the doctor’s visit or that a day had already passed.
The doctor slapped Bella’s bare butt hard enough to wake her up. She had almost 200 orgasms under her belt this morning. “Well done, Bella. You’re ready for phase two.”
“Phase… Two?” This moment of distraction got her tits zapped so Bella quickly found her mental happy place far away from this breast clinic.
“Let’s take this out. You don’t need it anymore.” The doctor unclipped Bella’s belt and lowered the vibrator out of her sopping-wet pussy. “And let’s tie your hands behind your back so you’re not tempted to cheat.”
“I need it….” Bella cried before the electrodes discharged into her boobs. “Ahhh, I need it to cum. Ahhh!”
“Focus on the vibrators churning your breasts inside-out. You need to learn to cum without vaginal stimulus. We’ll start phase three in 200 titty-orgasms. I believe in you.”
Orgasm-fatigue hit Bella hard. She couldn’t summon enough sexual energy to cum from her nipple holes getting violently distended. Her throbbing tits were orbs of pain until her desperate body finally cooperated and gave Bella her first nipple-fuck orgasm. Once flooded with every pleasure hormone the human body could produce, many, many followed.
“Bella, Bella, Bella, how are your gorgeous tits doing this morning? Last time I saw you, I forgot we were Friday. You had a whole weekend to meet your goal.”
“Ah, mmmmh, ahh, ah, mmmh.”
“347!” Nicely done. Are you ready for the last phase?”
Bella continued to moan in reply. Avoiding pain with the power of pleasure was a team effort her body and brain needed complete focus to achieve.
“I’m turning off the vibration on the nipple pistons. I want to see 500 orgasms from penetration alone. At that point, you’ll be ready to get out there and live your best life.”
The buzzing and popping of sparking electrodes filled the room as the doctor walked away, but Bella kept moaning through clenched teeth. She had learned that in the nipple-fuck orgasm business, you had to fake it until you made it.
“Did you expect such splendid results?”
The staff room party was broken into two crowds. Those congratulating the doctor on his ground-breaking experiment, and those taking advantage of the fruits of his labor, melons in this case.
“Absolutely not, but I knew I had to try. So this young lady comes into my office and she’s real pretty and I can’t wait to see her boobs and thoroughly test them for lumps if you know what I mean. But when this tiny thing opens her shirt and shows me these giant tits with freaky nipples, I was immediately willing to risk my career to turn these babies into fuck-holes. Then she told me she wanted a reduction! I thought: no way. I don’t care if my machine isn’t perfectly calibrated yet, I won’t let you go from doctor to doctor until you find a woman willing to spend eternity in hell for destroying God’s greatest creation.”
“Haha, well, we’re glad you acted so decisively. These breasts feel better than any pussy I’ve ever had, and that’s coming from someone who samples all his patients when they’re under.”
In the center of the other group was Bella, on her knees, holding her breasts up so that two men could fuck her inverted nipples and fill the gaping cavity with their sperm. Without any other stimulation, she experienced mind-numbing orgasms whenever a cock head flattened her nip against the meat of her breasts. The psychosomatic pain of one breast not being fuck was enough to make her beg for attention. Thankfully, the world would never run out of men who desired breast hugs for their cocks.
“What are your plans with the machine now?”
“I want to try the same process on a girl with big juicy breasts but normal nipples. I wonder if I can convert them into inverted nipples after enough time.”
“Do you have a test subject in mind? Maybe I could recommend the next patient that comes to me for a reduction.”
“Yes, please let me check out any impressive natural pair you come across, but I’ve pulled the medical records of Bella’s family and I’m curious to see what her sisters’ tits look like. I think I’m going to offer them a free consultation.”