Incest/Taboo Cultivating Lilly

Eager to start having sex, Lilly asks to be placed on birth control. Momma takes Lilly to see her gynecologist. Lilly quickly discovers Doctor Malstrom is blessed with a frighteningly large cock. Using Swedish to mask their discussion in front of Lilly, Momma's relationship with Doctor Malstrom is anything but normal. Momma briefs Doctor Malstrom on the progress to transform Lilly from an innocent virgin into their family's trained concubine. Doctor Malstrom cunningly deceives Lilly into allowing him to post videos and photos of her examination on the internet.

Answering probing questions about her body and budding sexuality, Lilly is forced to admit things she thought would always remain private. Doctor Malstrom uses a pump to milk his new patient. Her legs spread and locked in the stirrups, Lilly's special place is touched and penetrated by a man for the first time. Lilly is tempted to suck the doctor's cock. Momma and Doctor Malstrom do something shocking in front of Lilly. With no knowledge of how a typical gynecological exam is performed, Lilly is subjected to devices and procedures that take her to new levels of ecstasy, discomfort and humiliation.

The Swedish slang words for cock (kuk) and pussy (fitta, snippa) are used intentionally. They are not misspellings.

Momma made the appointment for the following Thursday. That morning, Lilly lied to her parents, saying she wasn't feeling well and that she wasn't going to school. They didn't look happy about it but it was also clear there was nothing they could do to make her go. They left for work about 10 minutes before Momma pulled into the driveway.

As they drove, Momma asked, "Are you nervous?"

Lilly nodded.

"There is nothing to be worried about, honey."

"Okay." But she still felt uneasy.

"He will ask you many questions and take lots of notes. You'll have to take your clothes off so he can conduct a thorough physical examination."

"Okay." She already determined this was going to happen. Lilly may not have visited a gynecologist before but she knew what part of the body he would be examining. At least she no longer had a giant dark bush between her thighs; her best friend had begged to shave it and Lilly had relented. That was months ago and Lilly had maintained a smooth pussy ever since. Cassy had shaved Lilly's special place just yesterday, following their PE class and Lilly spent a few minutes swiping the razor over her pussy in the shower this morning.

Shaving involved touching and whenever she touched herself these days, she felt compelled to masturbate. With the shower still running to mask any noise she made, Lilly sat on the side of the tub, spread her legs and flicked her electric toothbrush. By now she was running late so there was no time to get creative. She simply sat there, dripping wet and cold, with the bristles spinning on her clit until the waves crashed and another delicious orgasm rippled through her body. Whimpering quietly, her breasts shuddered and her thighs quivered before clamping onto the impromptu sex toy. When the moment passed, she set the toothbrush down and gently ran her fingers over her soft billows.

Lilly thought her special place looked rather cute now and wasn't nearly as concerned about showing her to others. She also took some comfort in knowing Doctor Malstrom would not be the first man to take an interest in her pussy. Robby had, last summer, even though back then she thought it looked hideous. Daddy, Uncle Lars and Erik had seen her special place numerous times since she'd befriended Cassy. She determined she would think of them when this stranger began his poking and prodding.

"Some of the tests and procedures may seem odd or invasive but they are all important."

"Okay."

"This is a big step on your journey."

That was one thing about today she was excited about. Assuming the doctor put her on birth control, men would be able to fuck without the fear of becoming pregnant. Her thoughts on this moment had changed since meeting the Vatspalts. Before they came into her life, she imagined her first time would be with the man she would marry. It would take place on her wedding night. There would be candle light and soft music and waves crashing outside some beachside bungalow. This man, whoever he was, would also be a virgin. He would whisper loving things in her ear as he slowly removed her wedding gown. His kisses upon her breasts would be gentle, his tongue soft on her nipples. He didn't really have a cock. She knew it was there, of course, but he would keep it hidden and when he entered her, she wouldn't really feel it. She would open her legs and his hips would slowly piston beneath the covers. He would 'hump' her tenderly and she would lay beneath him quietly. He would look into her eyes and she would kiss him. They would make love.

Looking out the window as Momma drove, that expereince now seemd completely ridiculous. She thought of the excitement of kneeling before Josh and opening her mouth to swallow his cum. She saw Daddy pushing his kuk deeply into Momma's bottom. She considered how excited Louise was to share the expereince of being fucked by four guys at once. She saw Cassy being smothered between her older sister's thighs. Her relationship with her electric toothbrush had been born from using one on Cassy's pussy. She remembered the stretching sessions with her wine bottle. And every day, without protest, she undressed in the locker room and performed for Shelly and all the others. Had she actually grown to enjoy that as well? The Vatspalts had shown her a way to maintain her dignity when faced with total humiliation. It was difficult to admit, but her special place knew better and the little wet spot in the crotch of her panties was there. She felt it being made the moment she stepped foot into the locker room.

None of those experiences were anything like she thought. They were better, much better; even when she was forced to display her bouncing tits to the girls in the locker room. Lilly considered the sensation of a man's cock sliding inside her; what the hot stream of his cum injecting her womb would feel like. Would he bend her over a chair? Or would it happen in the back of a car, her heels pressed to the roof? Perhaps it would take place in the shower; the hot steam caressing her body as the man fucked her up against the tile wall. She couldn't wait.

She wasn't surprised when her special place stirred. She found her pussy drooled more and more these days. The mere thought of something sexual triggered the familiar warm dampness between her legs. She wanted to play with herself and figured if she did so, Momma wouldn't mind.

Last Sunday, on the yacht, had been a special day. Momma had shown her the proper way to pleasure a man with her mouth. Thinking back to that lovely afternoon, a thick drop of her snippa's essence emerged from her flower. It slowly oozed down, between her buttcheeks, and she signed when it pooled in her asshole.

When she had drained Uncle Lars and Momma congratulated her on taking another important step, she thought she'd never felt happier in her life. Momma was happy, too. She was so happy, she took Lilly back to a stateroom where Daddy was resting and put her to work on his cock as well. That time Momma told her to let Daddy take the lead. She didn't protest when he grapsed her braided pigtails, held her head in place, and slowly fucked her mouth.

When he came, she swallowed...like a good girl. Daddy's extract was as delicious as Uncle Lars and she wished she could do it all over again. When she looked Daddy in the eye, opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue to prove she had finished her dessert, he laughed and gathered her in his arms for a warm embrace. His slowly drooping kuk, covered with her saliva, pushed against her pleat and the impulse to climax was so strong, her knees nearly buckled.

Lost in her thoughts, it was Momma's words that brought Lilly back to the van. "The girls and I go through the same examination every time we see him."

"Okay." She sat with her heels up on the seat, stretching the short cotton dress over her knees, her arms wrapped around them. Opening her legs a bit kept the garment from sticking to the drool leaking from her fitta. Cold air from the car's air conditioner wicked across her femininity, drying her extract almost as soon as it oozed from her body.

Thirty minutes later Momma parked the van along a treelined street bordered by large, well-preserved Victorian homes. Lilly was surprised when they approached the steps of one with a lovely wrap-around porch complete with a swing. It didn't look like any other doctor's office she'd visited before. In small gold letters on the corner of the ornate wood-and-glass-adorned door she read: Malstrom Gynecology, Inc. Mamma pushed the doorbell and after a moment Lilly heard a quiet buzz and clunk.

Stepping into a foyer with beautiful wood flooring, Lilly saw the doors straight ahead and to the left were closed. A grand staircase ascended to the home's upper floors. To the right was what she assumed was the waiting room. The furniture was sturdy and clean and was clearly period-correct. Dappled sunshine filtered through the lead glass windows, casting a comforting glow. She took a seat while Momma went across the room and pushed a button on an intercom. A man's voice responded and Momma let him know they were in the waiting room.

"Aside from the doctor being Swedish, one of the reasons I chose this practice was the location," Momma said. "Many of the homes in this neighborhood have been converted to small businesses. This is so much more intimate and comfy. There is nothing more humiliating than sitting in a cold, sterile, office building when your visiting the doctor for such a personal matter." Lilly nodded. She had been worried about that exact experience. "Doctor Malstrom runs a very small practice, which is something I also prefer. There is no office staff and he only sees one patient at a time so you aren't in a waiting room with a bunch of strangers."

Looking around the room, Lilly said, "I like this better, Momma. Thank you for suggesting it. There was no way I'd be able to do this visit with my mom's gynecologist. If she found out I was on birth control, she would probably damn me to Hell."

Momma placed a hand on Lilly's thigh, pulling her dress up in the process. "You're an adult, honey. You can do whatever you want with whomever you want." Momma leaned over and kissed Lilly on the cheek. "I'm honored you have so much faith in me that you'd come to see my doctor. I think you're going to like him." Looking down, she frowned, "Honey, we don't sit with our legs crossed, do we?"

"Sorry, Momma. I'm just nervous."

Patting Lilly's knee, the woman said, "If there is anyplace in the world you can display your vagina without concern, this is the place. Now, do as I say and open your legs, dear."

Knowing the dress was short enough that her special place would be revealed when she spread her thighs, Lilly obeyed and, almost on cue, her pussy went damp. "Yes, Momma."

As they sat, Lilly nervously scrolled through her phone. Mrs. Vatspalt read a magazine. The doctor, a very attractive older man wearing medical scrubs, emerged from the door 10 minutes later.

Lilly stood but hesitated. "Will you come with me?"

Mrs. Vatspalt smiled, ran her hand beneath Lilly's dress and patted her bottom. "Of course I will, sweetie."

Entering the room, Lilly determined the space had probably once been the home's kitchen. It was covered with sparking white tiles on the floor and half way up the walls. The other half was painted plaster in a soft pink tone. It looked like most of the original cabinets remained but the appliances had been removed. A large window that was probably positioned over the sink at one time, opened to a lush backyard.

The examination table sat in the dead center and was well lit. The bed was covered in black vinyl and a pair of stirrups mounted to metal rods emerged from one end. It appeared as if the other end could be raised to elevate the patient's head and torso. Without a word, she slid up onto the examination table and Momma stood by her side. Lilly took the woman's hand in hers.

A few minutes later, Dr. Malstrom opened the door and greeted Mrs. Vatspalt with a hug. He was wearing the same scrubs but had now donned a crisp white medial coat. "Anna, it's wonderful to see you again." They exchanged pleasantries and he asked about Louise and Cassy. "Did Louise enjoy her weekend with her friends?"

"She had a terrific time. They are nice boys and Louise said they were very polite."

"That's good to hear. I'm pleased they enjoyed themselves."

"I heard you went back to Sweden," she said.

"Yes, just for a few weeks. A doctor I know in Stockholm requested I examine her two daughters as a professional courtesy. As you know, I split my time between my practices here, in Sweden, and in Amsterdam."

"Yes, it's getting more difficult to book appointments with you," Momma said. She didn't sound pleased. "I prefer it when you examine me and the girls, Doctor. The other doctor's post exam procedure isn't optimal."

"There may come a time when I sell my practice here to Doctor Lewis. She's supremely qualified and has a good head for business. But trust me that I will give all of my patients plenty of notice if that happens."

And then he turned to Lilly, his smile was genuine and radiant. "And who is this beautiful young woman?"

Lilly blushed and Momma said, "Dr. Malstrom, this is Lilly. She's Cassy's best friend." Both Momma and the doctor began speakng Swedish and Lilly had no idea what they were saying.

Mrs. Vatspalt: "This is the girl we told you about. We've been training her for months and she's progressing nicely. As always, we found a virgin. This one is special because she was raised in a very religious home with strict parents. She has been a fun challenge."

Doctor Malstrom: "Have you been able to isolate her from her parents?"

Mrs. Vatspalt: "Mostly, yes. She now spends every weekend in our home, under our supervision. She fights with them regularly. She was incredibly body conscious because of her pubic hair and tits. Your patient...I think her name is Shelly...was bullying her at school about them when we arranged her first 'random' meeting with Cassy."

Doctor Malstrom: "I saw Shelly here yesterday. After her post-exam procedure, she told me about what's been happening in the locker room at school. How is Lilly's relationship with Cassy progressing?"

Mrs. Vatspalt: "Wonderfully. As far as we can tell, Cassy is her only friend at this point. Cassy took her under her wing and within a few weeks, she'd shaved Lilly's pussy and had her at our house regularly. It's the usual approach so far: Gain the girl's confidence, walk around not wearing much clothing, talk about sex every now and then, let her know we think she's beautiful."

Doctor Malstrom: "She is beautiful. More beautiful than the picture you shared. I'm eager to...attend...to her breasts."

Mrs. Vatspalt: "We thought you'd like them. We got her to start drinking and she lets her guard down when she's drunk. Cassy masturbated in front of her and Liam showed her the video of her in the pool with her legs spread. She was completely humiliated. Liam and I spent more than an hour with her in our bedroom one evening. We broke her down mentally. She was crying hard and completely at her wits end. And then we slowly built her back up, gaining her trust. She believes we know what's best for her and she wants to please us. We just keep telling her this is part of a normal journey of sexual discovery and she's buying it. Louise showed her the video of the gang bang in the hotel and even jacked one of her boyfriend's off into Lilly's mouth. She's seen Liam and I fuck numerous times, although she doesn't know that we know she's watching. Lars joined in the training a few weeks ago. We can tell she has a crush on him."

Doctor Malstrom: "That's good. How about the exhibiton of her body? I see you've got her sitting with her legs spread."

Mrs. Vatspalt: "That took some time but she's doing wonderfully. We are at the point where she is showering with the kids. Cassy and Louise showed her how to shave Erik's balls, which she now does every weekend, although she's bashful about allowing him to shave her. She only allows Cassy and Louise to do that. She no longer wears underwear or a bra when she's with us in public. Cassy has trained her to strip down to her panties and a ratty old tanktop that hardly covers her tits the moment she enters our house. When she visits or stays the night, we are all regularly nude around her and she's become comfortable being naked around us as well. Last weekend Cassy and Louise convinced her to spread her legs in front of the museum. She enjoyed knowing that strange men were looking at her pussy and taking her picture.

Doctor Malstrom: "Yes, Liam told me about that. She's making good progress. He also shared what happened on the yacht."

Mrs. Vatspalt: "I was very proud of Erik. He did exactly what he was supposed to do and it scared her. We took a more gentle approach with Lars and she was eager to learn. She swallowed like Louise had taught her and then I took her to see Liam, where she also performed wonderfully. Erik reported to me that she sucked him off for the first time in the shower last Sunday. Apparently, Louise had asked her to do it and she obeyed without question. She was practically begging for it. Getting her interested in me and the girls is going a bit more slowly, but progress is being made. She let me suck her tits last weekend and then she voluntarily did the same to me. She's turning into a very good slave and doesn't have a clue. We are all anxious to turn her out but we have to be patient. She's at a delicate stage."

Doctor Malstrom: "That's wonderful news, Anna. Simply wonderful. This exam should help Lilly along her journey. Let's see if we can convince her to suck me off today. If she's willing to do it with a complete stranger, she's ours for the taking."

Mrs. Vatspalt: "This is one of my favorite experiences with any trainee. She's almost there, Gustov. Almost. I think I can get her to do it."

Doctor Malstrom: "Okay, let's proceed as usual. If she protests, let's fall back to our normal routine. I also left the phony sexuality study pamphlet on the counter in the bathroom. It's important she reads it. Typically the pressure on the patient's bladder and my use of the speculum is enough to trigger the desire to urinate. If not, tell her to use the restroom before you both leave."

As they talked, Lilly got a better look at the doctor. He was about Mr. Vatspalt's age, maybe a few years older. Perhaps it was his Swedish heritage, but Lilly thought she could see a faint resemblance to Momma around his eyes. He looked slender and fit in his white coat, which he wore open. Beneath this, he wore snug-fitting light-green medical scrubs, his smooth chest tanned and visible atop the V of his shirt. His hair was brown and cut short. He looked scholarly and bookish, with stylish thick-rimmed tortoise-shell glasses. Stepping across the small space, he shook Lilly's hand. It was warm and soft.

"Hello Lilly. It's nice to meet you. How are you today?" His English was tinged with the same sexy Swedish accent she'd grown to love.

Lilly smiled tightly. "It's nice to meet you."

"Doctor, this is Lilly's first time seeing a gynecologist," said Momma. "She was nervous about asking her mother so I stepped in."

He looked at Lilly. His smile was sincere. "Well, you have nothing to be nervous about, young lady. Taking charge of your sexual and reproductive health is an important step in becoming a woman. But it can be difficult asking your mother and it's very common for girls to bring someone else with them the first time."

He took a seat on a rolling stool and scooted close to the exam table. As Momma had asked, she sat with her thighs apart and the Doctor openly gazed between them. She had to look down at him from her higher perch on the examination table. Spreading his legs as he moved the stool to the side of the table, his scrubs pulled tight around his legs and it was obvious he wore no underwear. It was impossible not to notice his overtly thick kuk.

"Before we get started, Lilly, I want you to be aware that I photograph and take a video record of my patient examinations." He pointed to several discreet black domes mounted on the walls and Lilly noticed three more cameras on rolling tripods. "This allows me to review my examinations and track my patients' physical well-being over the course of my care for them." Doctor Malstrom opened a cabinet and Lilly saw multiple video screens, all in color and each with a different view of the examination room. Several screens contained close-up views of the table itself, including one from directly overhead. "I'd like you to look at that camera on the wall and read the card just below it."

The card had large black letters and spaces where it was obvious she was meant to provide her personal information.

Swallowing, she read, "My name is Lillith Gwendolyn Pierce. I am nineteen years old. My date of birth is May 17, 2001. I am here today of my own free will and grant approval of the examination and all procedures conducted on my person by the staff of Malstrom Gynecology Incorporated. I do hereby grant and bestow all digital video and still images captured during my exam as the sole property of Malstrom Gynecology Incorporated. Said business indefinitely maintains the right to provide videos and images of my examination to a server where they will be stored. These files may be viewed and/or downloaded by outside third parties not affiliated with this practice and said business maintains the sole right to financially benefit from records captured during this and any other examination conducted of me by this practice." Lilly didn't entirely grasp what she'd just read but she quickly realized she didn't care. Her cheeks bloomed when she saw what came next.

She didn't say anything until Momma touched her shoulder. "Go on, honey."

She continued. "I understand the examination I am about to undergo requires me to remove my clothing, including my bra and panties, and that it is necessary for me to remain nude throughout my time in this room. During this examination, the doctor is permitted to touch, manipulate and stimulate my breasts with his hands and any other instruments he deems customary or necessary. I understand and permit the doctor to use his hands to touch, manipulate, stimulate and penetrate my vagina and anus. I also understand procedures undertaken during this exam will employ instruments that will manipulate, stimulate and penetrate my vagina and anus. My consent applies to the previous statements made by me, Lillith Gwendolyn Pierce, on today's date, August 13, 2020."

The doctor nodded. "Thank you, Lilly. America is such a litigious country and these statements protect us both."

There was so much legal gobbly-gook Lilly was unsure what she'd said, especially at the beginning. She never considered the exam would also involve her breasts. But she did know she'd just agreed to allow a man to touch the most intimate places on her body and that she would be penetrated, including her asshole. Her sense of unease grew.

"I'm going to ask you some general questions about your health."

Thinking back to what she'd just read she asked, "Don't you want me to take my clothes off first?" She moved to unbutton her dress.

"Not quite yet, Lilly," he said, "but I appreciate your enthusiasm." He shared a smile with Momma and Lilly felt silly for asking such a dumb question.

She nodded but said nothing. He pulled one of the rolling cameras close and Lilly saw her face appear on one of the screens, the hard light in the room made her look pale, and two rosey flourishes sat on her cheeks. Looking away, she pretended to stare at the floor between his legs. The medical scrubs reminded Lilly of the opaque lounge pants Daddy wore around his home. They were very lightweight; his skin tone was clearly visible. His manhood, which was also displayed beneath the thin fabric, lay heavily along his thigh.

Lilly was shocked at its size. Even soft, it seemed as if it might be as thick as her wrist. He was obviously circumcised; the plumped knobbed head of his cock large and defined, as were the veins snaking down the imposing shaft. It was easily the largest dick she'd ever seen in person and she was reminded of many of the porn movies she'd watched online. She also thought back to the image her mother had shown her when they had "The Talk" on her eighteenth birthday. Dr. Malstrom was larger than Daddy and even Uncle Lars. Erik and Robby were not even close in size to this man.

Her special place stirred.

Then she found herself considering all of the kuks she'd seen over the last several months and smiled to herself. In her mind, she placed each of them on the wooden wheel she's seen at the museum. As she mentally spun the wheel, she enjoyed their differences and their similarities. They curved in different directions, their veining was similar but also different. The heads varied in shape and size and color when hard. But Dr. Malstrom was an anomaly and she wondered if something like that would fit inside her. Even if her special place could accommodate him, would it hurt?

He asked a long list of general health-related questions and Lilly grew bored of answering them. Then he asked, "Are you experiencing any vaginal discomfort?"

"No, sir."

"Have you noticed any vaginal secretion, aside from blood flow during your menstrual cycle?"

"No."

He paused. "How about when you're sexually aroused?"

Now she understood. She looked up to him, saw her face on the screen over his shoulder, and met his eyes. "Yes, it gets wet when that happens." She left out that it was already damp.

"Good, that's completely normal, Lilly." He jotted in his chartbook. "Is it milky or hazy?"

"No, it's clear."

He noted again. "Good. Have you tasted it?

She blushed and didn't say anything. Momma patted her shoulder. "It's okay, Lilly. You can tell him."

"Yes, I've tasted it."

"Okay, does it have an unpleasant taste or odor?"

Shaking her head, she looked down and said, "It's kind of thick, I guess. It doesn't smell like anything. It's slippery but gets sticky after it dries." Her cheeks burned as she studied the contour of his pants.

He jotted. "Good. That's very good. It's slippery to allow for more comfortable penetration. It's your body's natural lubricant." Looking up, he asked, "And your breasts. Any discomfort?"

"No." She thought for a moment. "Well, when I wear a bra, sometimes it's uncomfortable. They are so tight. Most of them don't fit right and they squish my boobs."

He nodded, looking at her chest. The pink polka dot shirt dress she wore was borrowed from Louise. Momma had handed it to her as they drove to the doctor's office. Sized for the smaller girl, it pulled tightly across Lilly's breasts. Low cut and flimsy; her unrestrained tits and the bumps of her nipples were visible beneath the thin material. Reaching to the top button, he asked, "May I?" Lilly nodded and he began fiddling.

As he worked, he said, "There is nothing wrong with not wearing a bra, Lilly." Reaching her bellybutton, he opened the dress and let it fall from her narrow shoulders. Even though she was exposed to a complete stranger, it felt good to be free of the tight-fitting garment.

He looked at Mrs. Vatspalt, the bulbous points of her breasts obvious in her silk camisole minidress. It hung low and loose, leaving most of her flesh exposed. "Like Anna, most European women refuse to wear them. In fact, I advise my patients - even my larger-breasted American patients - not to wear them." He turned back to Lilly, his appraising gaze on her flesh. "I'm pleased to see you aren't wearing one, either. There is no reason to be uncomfortable. Recent studies have actually shown the health benefits of not wearing one. The false support a bra provides can often lead to poor posture. Without a bra, the woman is forced to stand up straighter, building her abdominal, back, shoulder and pectoral muscles. Fundamentally, a bra is lazy." He jotted a note. "Any discharge from your nipples?"

"No, sir."

Pulling the camera back to place her body in-frame, he said, "Okay." He set the chart down and looked at her. "Go ahead and undress. Please remain visible on the camera."

Sliding off the table, Lilly pulled her dress over her head and handed it to Momma. The room was chilled. Goosebumps covered her body and her nipples went taut; taking the upturned attitude they always did when aroused.

Dr. Malstrom was shuffling some instruments on a small rolling table and when he finally looked up, he said, "Okay, honey, let's take some measurements." He dug a tape measure from a drawer and going down on his knees, wrapped it around her hips, "24-inches." She noticed him staring at her pussy. She also noticed he was getting hard; his cock pushing against the scrubs and creating a very noticable bulge.

His hands moved the tape measure to her waist, but his eyes remained fixed on her sex. She wondered if he could telll she was leaking. After a moment, he said "20-inches." Standing, he asked her to lift her arms, then wrapped the tape around her torso, snuggling the two ends directly between her breasts. The tape covered her nipples; his gloved knuckles pressed against her flesh. "26 inches. What is your cup size?"

"D."

He noted this in his log and then proceeded to take multiple measurements around her body, including the length of her arms and legs. He next asked her to stand on a scale. "At 115 pounds, you're a few pounds underweight for your age and height. Ideally, you should weigh 118-122 pounds. You'll want to keep an eye on that." He noted her measurements in his log. "Okay, stand against the measuring marks on the wall, face forward, heels together and back straight." He turned one of the video cameras toward her.

The wall was cold but she stood still as Doctor Malstrom took several pictures with an expensive looking camera. She couldn't look into the lens, it was embarrassing. Instead, she looked between Dr. Malstrom's legs. She didn't believe he was fully erect, but his cock clearly strained against the scrubs more than it had a few minutes earlier. She was struck by how honest a cock seemed to be. A man couldn't hide its size or its intentions and she liked that. There was no second-guessing how a man felt when you could see his cock. She grinned slightly.

"Now, place your feet on the Xs on the floor." Lilly looked down and saw two marks and spread her feet widely to accommodate the doctor's request. He took more pictures and then said, "That's great, Lilly. Now, do you see the two handles above your head? Grab those, please."

She had to go on to her tiptoes to reach them and they were spaced widely apart as well. On the video screen, she saw her body stretched into a long X, her ribs showing and her muscles taut. The awkward position resulted in her breasts being pulled upward and her pussy opened into a small W between her thighs. He came close, taking more pictures, and despite the cold, clinical environment, there was a small bit of excitement in having a man capture her nude body on camera. She hoped her special place didn't drool on the floor. It would be humiliating if he knew how turned on she was.

"You may let go of the handles and close your legs. Turn to your left and face the window. Stand up straight." She heard more digital clicks. "Okay, now turn around and face the poster." Lilly turned and faced a medical diagram of the vagina with an erect penis seated inside. "Now turn away from me and face the wall, pressing your breasts to the surface." She heard several more electronic clicks before she was required to place her feet on the marks and take hold of the handles.

"Okay, that's great. We're finished with those images. Please hop up on the table for me." When Lilly was seated, he took pictures of her breasts from different angles and distances. Setting the camera aside, he pressed a stethoscope to her chest and back and asked her to take deep breaths. Satisfied, he asked that she lay face down on the table. She grunted quietly when he parted the cheeks of her bottom. She felt his gloved finger - covered with something warm and slick - circle the tightness of her butthole. It actually felt nice, but she started when he inserted a thermometer. "This will only take a minute," he said. That done, she sat back up and he took her pulse and blood pressure, noting them in the chart. "I'm going to conduct a breast examination."

"Okay." The lubricant he'd pushed in her butt slowly oozed out and she didn't care for the sensation.

He pulled a video camera over and focused it on her breasts before pulling a second one close to her face. "Sit up straight," he said. "Lean back on your hands and push your breasts forward." He went to the other side of the examination table, behind her, and she watched the screens as he ran his hands beneath her breasts, cupping them and then lifting them gently. His large hands massaged her flesh and she found the experience of watching it on a screen incredibly pleasurable.

Next, he glided his hands over them, the rubber gloves skidding and pulling against her skin. He came back around and faced her, appraising. Then he squeezed her breasts from various places and each time Lilly winced. He wasn't gentle. "Sorry," he said, "I'm feeling for any masses." Over his shoulder, she watched as he dug his fingers deeply into her flesh, adjusted his hands and dug again, starting at the base of each breast and slowly working toward her areolas. This went on and on and when she let out a groan he apologized.

Grimacing, she said, "It's okay. It just hurts a little."

Next, he compressed them between his hands, nearly crushing them flat, and then ground his palms together. "Ow!" Her nipples looked as if they might pop off. Dark blue veins could be seen just below the strawberry skin of her areolas.

When he stopped, he said, "Almost finished. You're doing great." He made a couple of notes on her chart and said, "Now your nipples."

Using his index fingers, he swirled them around her areolas. He then depressed her nipples deeply into her breasts, like buttons, pushing inward until they would go no further. It felt like two thick needles stabbing into her flesh. She whimpered, sounding like a small, wounded animal, but remained still.

"Almost done," he said, retracting his fingers. Her nipples emerged bright-red and puffed. He pinched them with force, twisting them as he did this. Lilly mewed, a tear tumbled down her cheek. He tugged, pulling hard and stretching the areolas outward. And now she did cry; her eyes tightly shut, tears rolling down her cheeks, and Momma comforted her. "It's only for a moment, sweetheart. You can do it."

"Okay. But he's hurting me."

"I know, honey," said Momma. "But it's how he can determine if they are healthy."

It felt nothing like Josh's touch or Momma's soft mouth. She pitched forward in pain and he said firmly, "Back straight, please, Lilly, or it will take longer."

She did as he instructed, weeping as he continued his examination. Over his shoulder she caught sight of herself on the screen; she looked pathetic. After what seemed an eternity, he finally stopped. Her breasts, normally cream-white, were bright-red from the abuse, her areolas and nipples raw and aggravated.

As he took more pictures of her breasts, he said, "I wasn't expecting to find anything and I didn't," he scribbled in the chart. "Your nipples respond normally to stimulation." Going to a closet in the corner of the room, the doctor rolled over a machine. Two clear plastic tubes emerged from behind it. They were thin and each ran to a larger glass cylinder. Setting them on the table, he produced a jar of petroleum jelly and proceeded to massage the lubricant over Lilly's breasts. "This helps create a good seal and reduces nipple chafing."

He was being gentle now and it felt good. Her nipples went stiff and her areolas shrunk. When he finished, her breasts were shiny. Placing a cylinder against one of her breasts, he twisted and pushed, forcing her soft flesh inside. A moment later, he had stuffed her other tit into the remaining cylinder. They were tight and it wasn't very comfortable. It was worse than any bra. When the doctor flipped the switch, she moaned and watched as her tits were forcefully sucked further into the glass vessels. He next pressed a button and the machine began to pump, alternating the strength of the suction between each of her tits; pulling them further into the cylinders. Her areolas engorged and turned a dark purple. Her nipples turned to thick gumdrop-sized kernels. With each pump, Lilly gasped.

The doctor rolled the video camera in place and captured the procedure. As she was being pumped, he and Momma chatted. Lilly moaned and finally started to cry. Seeing this, the doctor looked unconcerned. Glancing at a clock on the wall, he said, "You have another eight minutes."

"You can do this, honey," Momma said.

"Okay."

When he finally turned the machine off, her breasts had filled with so much blood, they were nearly purple. They looked grotesque within the cylinders. Her areolas were enormous and had been stretched so much that if it wasn't for the darker color of her nipples, they'd be all but invisible. Releasing the vacuum, a low hiss emitted from the machine. Her breasts snapped back and she gasped again. Twisting the glass to break the seal around her flesh, he examined each cylinder closely. "There is no discharge."

Lilly was annoyed with him. "I already told you that."

Momma was quick to shush her. "Lilly, there is no reason to speak to the doctor with that tone. He's only doing what's best for you."

Lilly turned away; ashamed at her outburst. "Sorry, Momma."

"There is no need to apologize to me, Lilly."

"I'm sorry, doctor. It just didn't feel good."

He was unconcerned. "You aren't the only patient to share her thoughts on that procedure. I'm sorry it's not very comfortable. Unless a woman is lactating, there should be no emission from her nipples, even under the stress the pump puts on her breasts. Had I seen anything in the receptacles, it could have meant you had an infection."

"Oh."

He looked up from his notepad. "Okay Lilly, please turn, lie back and rest your knees here; placing your ankles in the stirrups." He rolled the camera away as Lilly lay back on the examination table. She cried quietly as she rubbed her assaulted breasts, smearing the jelly across her chest and, by accident, her stomach as well. She felt disgusting and the paper the doctor had pulled over the table was sticking to her body. The sensation of the blood being released from her mounds was painful.

Momma said, "I know it hurts, Lilly. They will be back to normal again in no time. I promise."

"Okay, Momma."

Settling on the table, Lilly placed her ankles in the raised stirrups. It was such an exposed position, made more so when the doctor spread the arms of the apparatus apart and locked them in place. He used velcro straps to hold her legs to the knee rests and two robust cuffs to secure her ankles. She was all but immobilized.

"I know it's awkward the first time, honey," said Momma. "But the straps keep you properly positioned for the examination and procedures the doctor has to do." She patted Lilly's knee as she stood next to the doctor. She looked at Lilly's special place and smiled. "It's all normal."

"Okay."

Looking over his glasses, doctor Malstrom said, "This position allows me to better examine your vagina, Lilly."

Lilly said nothing as he rolled a video camera between her thighs and zoomed the lens in close. She could see her special place on the screen behind him. She turned away and looked at the ceiling, where the dark glass eye of another camera stared down at her.

"Do you wax, shave or use a depilatory cream to remove your pubic hair?" he asked.

"I shave."

"And when does your menstrual cycle begin?"

"About the 5th of the month."

"Okay. Do you use a pad or a tampon?"

"A tampon."

She had been a pad user before meeting her second family because her mother said a tampon would tear her hymen. But Mrs. Vatspalt suggested she switch. "It's kind of like a cotton penis," she said. "It will help you get more comfortable inserting other objects or...eventually... having a man's penis inside you." Lilly obeyed without question and asked Cassy to show her how when her period arrived the following month.

"Do you experience any discomfort when inserting or removing it?"

"No."

"Is there any cramping?"

She nodded. "Some, but it's never too bad."

He jotted more notes. "Do you notice any excessive flow?"
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