This is the story of my first real doctor’s visit.
I was a little over 19 years old, new to a city and new to having a boyfriend. I guess I’d never really had a doctor’s appointment as an adult. The last I remember was when I was fourteen and had a fever. I wanted to feel like a responsible adult.
As I was crossing a suburban street, I saw a small general physician’s office. It was the middle of the day, and right during lunch hours. So I figured it would be pretty empty. I entered, and there was no one behind the receptionist’s table.
A door at the back opened, and a kind-looking older gentleman, a little overweight, popped his head out and said, “I thought I heard someone. Come in.” I entered, and he’s like, “You want a check-up?” I nodded yes, just a general checkup, I haven’t had one ever.
He was like Sure, get up on the table. I was wearing really low-slung tight jeans and a really thin cotton blouse on top. He proceeded with what I remember as a general checkup, looked into my mouth and my eyes. He listened to my heart, and his stethoscope pushed against the line of my bra cups.
It was cold through my thin top. He asked me to lie down and tapped my stomach. He asked if I was sexually active, and it was the first time I was telling anyone. So I was a bit shy, but I nodded. “Are you using protection?” Now I was actually shy. I said no.
“What? Why not?” I murmured, “My boyfriend doesn’t like it. “
“Hmm,” he said, “that’s understandable. But you still need something. You can’t always rely on your boyfriend to pull out at the right time. Why not? Because men’s instinct is mostly the opposite, they want to come inside you as much as they can.”
My cheeks were flushed red. He laughed a kindly laugh; he reminded me of a nice neighbourhood uncle. “Especially,” he said, “they want to come inside young girls who wear their jeans so low.” Here, he traced my flat stomach near my pelvis as he traced my jeans.
“And their tops are so thin.” Here, he pulled my bra strap through my flimsy top and shook it a bit so that my breast jiggled for a while. I was blushing hard and stammering, and he laughed again. “So, do you want me to put you on birth control?”
“Um, sure,” I said.
He sat down to write a prescription, telling me I was in perfect health. I sat up nervously. This was something I actually wanted to confirm with him, and he seemed like he wouldn’t judge me. “Yes?” He said, “I wanted to -to ask you, is it true I can grow my boobs?”
He looked surprised. “Why do you want to? You seem to have large breasts for your size. What size are they?” I said, “About 34 DD.” He seemed thoughtful. “Well, they look bigger on you because you’re slimmer than you should be.”
“I know, doctor,” I said, “but the truth is I wouldn’t mind if they were bigger, and-and neither would my boyfriend.” And now he looked contemplative. Hmm, also understandable.
So glad he was willing to listen to me, I didn’t let him finish. “Actually, my boyfriend told me a way to do it, and I just wanted to confirm with you. Sure, go on, he said. He told me the best way to make my boobs larger is to have them sucked for a long time, and often. Is that right?”
Now the doctor was quiet for a long time. His genial face was now unreadable. I was scared that maybe I’d said or done something wrong. I kept going. He said that at my age, the sucking motion would encourage my boobs to grow, kind of like how working out makes his muscles grow.
“You know, like a workout, but-but for the boobs.” I was whispering now. And I thought it made sense because they don’t have workouts for the boobs in general. And now the doctor was looking at me very closely.
“Does he suck your boobs every day?” I nodded yes. “For how long does he suck them?” The doctor’s voice was strange now. I said, “Maybe an hour or so.”
“An hour or so every day? That sounds like a lot of work.”
“Yes, he’s very nice like that. He wants me to be happy, and I think he doesn’t mind it too much; it’s he who’s always reminding me.” The doctor nodded. “Is it an hour per boob, or is that divided between the two?”
“Oh no, it’s divided, I laughed. I would go crazy if I had two mouths latched onto my nipples for two whole hours.”
The doctor was very quiet. “Two mouths?” He said. I was shy again. “Um, yeah. Sometimes he says he doesn’t have the time, so he calls his best friend from across the building to come and help him – help us.”
“What does the friend do?” The doctor asked. “Um, he also sucks on my nipples. I guess he squeezes my boobs a bit, and he uses his tongue a lot. In fact, there’s always so much saliva dripping off my nipples when he’s done, I feel like a dog has attacked me!” I was laughing now, “but he never complains.
The doctor’s voice was strained, “He sounds like a good friend.”
“He really is.”
The doctor moved closer to me, “So how do they suck your tits?” I noticed he said tits instead of a medical-sounding word.
“How do they suck your tits? Do they suck long and deep like a baby? Or do they suck quick and hard like they’re trying to eat up your nipples? There’s a technique to this, so tell me how they suck your tits!” He sounded very impatient now, and I was so nervous I’d angered him.
“Um, a bit of both, I guess.” He looked mad at me, so I said, “You could show me the technique, and I could tell them.”
“Okay,” he said. He seemed to be trying to control himself. Take off your top and your bra. I hurried to obey. I soon sat there topless, my arms covering my big tits and my pink nipples. He pried them away and stared. My nipples grew hard in the cold. “Are your nipples hard when they suck your tits?”
I nodded. “Good, he said, that means it’s working.” He licked his lips and came close. One of his hands grabbed a boob. “Tell them always to squeeze the whole breast as much as they can,” he said. He squeezed my breast from base to tip. He tried to grab the whole thing and squeezed hard like it was a stress ball.
It was hurting. “Tell them to squeeze it very, very hard.” Then he pinched my nipples very hard and started shaking them. My boobs were jiggling violently. “This is to loosen them up, you know,” he said, “like a warmup.” I understood that.
His lips closed around one nipple. He moaned as he started to suck, long and deep like he was taking a drink. I could feel saliva dribbling down the undersides of my breasts. “Is the saliva a part of it, doctor?”
“Oh yes,” he muttered, “saliva and all bodily fluids.” Now he took as much of my other boob in his mouth as possible, trying to inhale the whole thing. He started trying to bite the rounded flesh, but he wasn’t getting any purchase, so he started biting the top of my boobs, until my armpits.
“Any good suck session should have your boobs covered in bite marks, do you understand?” He said. “Yes, doctor.” Now, he took my nipple in between his teeth and tried to pull it far from my body, suckling the whole way. His hands were constantly squeezing and pinching.
He started chewing on it. “Doctor, that hurts!”
“Do babies not chew on their mother’s nipples?”
I had to admit, they do. Then he was suckling them, and I could feel his tongue tracing my long nipples, pushing them here and there, almost manhandling them but with his tongue. “Do they suck your little clit?” He asked breathlessly. “My boyfriend does. He usually – I mean, we usually have sex after the session.”
“Good,” he breathed. “But your breasts have to be suckled while your clit is being sucked, or it won’t work.”
“But-but how,” I began. “Does your boyfriend’s friend fuck you?”
“No! I said, scandalised. “He usually is so tired by – by suckling on me that he falls asleep in the room, and then my boyfriend f-fucks me.” The doctor laughed. “Okay, he said, but now you’ll have to wake him up. I promise he’ll get up if you dangle your juicy tits in his mouth.”
Hmm, he thought aloud while he sucked and nibbled on my boobs, “It’ll be good to have your tits sucked while your slit is being pounded as well.”
“Ah, well, he does that – my boyfriend, I mean,” I said. The doctor looked thoughtful while he squeezed my boobs hard enough to hurt. “What about when he’s taking you doggy-style, like a little bitch?” I wanted to be offended, but bitch was the clinical term, I supposed.
“I want your tits sucked the whole time you’re being fucked in your little pussy. Your boyfriend’s friend can suck them, and when your boyfriend’s tired, the friend can fuck your tiny hole while your boyfriend suckles on your sexy tits, he said while pinching my nipples. Does that sound good? I don’t know if he’ll even want that.”
My voice was all breathy because the doctor’s assault on my boobs was getting harsher – he was biting like an animal. He laughed. “Oh, trust me, he’ll want that. Maybe you can offer to suck his cock for all his hard work. Men’s cum is very good for women’s bodies, you know. It keeps them soft and sexy.”
He was squeezing me now – women should drink it as much as they can. They should rub it into their sexy tits,” – he pinched my nipples – “and get as much as they can fit into their little holes. It’s full of protein, you know,” he said as he resumed sucking.
It was full of protein! I had learned that in school! Oh, thank you, doctor! I exclaimed.
“Do you want a lesson on how to suck cock correctly? He asked me huskily about my nipples, his hand rubbing below his waist. I would have loved that – but it was getting later than I thought, and I had to leave.
“Maybe next time, doctor,” I said, putting on my clothes. He looked regretful, but left me to write down a prescription. “I’m not putting you on birth control,” he said, “But I am writing that I need you to take two cocks in all your holes daily during your ‘sessions’, you know. Just in case the friend needs convincing. “
He was smiling like he knew something I didn’t. I thanked him profusely and – it must have been unprofessional. But I hugged him warmly as I left, his hands lingering on my butt.
The doctor was right – my boyfriend’s friend was more than happy to see the prescription. He woke up very fast when I put my nipples in his mouth. In fact, both of them seemed very happy when I asked them to cum in all of my holes and on my boobs. Even though it made our sessions longer.