Ginney - Chapter 5

[BlackrockBoss]

I like the Ginney story so much, that I asked one my girls to write a new chapter for it. She put her own spin on the story (as you might be able to figure out, she's into breast needles and medical play) so there are some new elements introduced here, but I thought that, following Lord Odie's comments about the Ginney stories, you might all appreciate it anyway.

Last one for today - up to you guys now to post some new stuff!

Ginney – Chapter 5

Ever since she got to partake in the ritual of burning all of her bras and panties, Ginney had noticed an increase of admiring glances coming her way, going au natural under her clothes. Last week, while spending a few hours at the mall, looking to purchase some new clothes that would accentuate her youthful shape, she was approached by a distinguished looking gentleman who had identified himself as a talent agent in search of models. After a few minutes of conversation he handed her a business card, asking her to call in the morning to set up an appointment for an interview, and, perhaps even a try-out.

The idea of modeling had been playing on Ginney’s mind for quite some time; even her stepmother had commented how beautiful she was and how attractively her body had developed. Of course, she also had her concerns, having heard and read about some “modeling contracts” having gone horribly wrong. Only a few weeks ago, she remembered having seen a documentary, an agency had been exposed for actually being a pornography ring, trading lovely young, often very young, barely legal, girls as sex slaves. This is not what she had in mind. When she arrived at home then, she snuck into her room, fired up the old laptop, and researched the agency – as it turned out, a good reputation. She dialed the number and, a bit to her surprise, it seemed as though the phone receptionist had already been waiting for her call. She was given an appointment for a week from Monday. Wondering whether she might be able to determine the likelihood of her having a successful interview, she browsed the agency’s website some more and got to see the images of some of their top models – absolutely gorgeous girls, with legs that won’t end, tight, well rounded rears, and, most of all, it seemed as though all of them had one common denominator: they had bid tits! Although having nicely shaped tits herself, she immediately began to worry how her pert C-cups could possibly get her the job.

Over dinner, Martha noticed that Ginney seemed to be pre-occupied; she barely picked on her salad. “What’s on your mind, little one? You not feeling well tonight?” she inquired of Ginney. The girl, after a few moments of trying to skirt the issue, finally opened up to her stepmother, sharing her excitement of having been given the interview on one hand, and her concerns about her tits not being big enough to give her a fair chance at getting the job. Martha, being very much aware of the importance of just right sized body parts, could not help but agree with Ginney. She directed the girl to go to her room and take a bath, she’d be up there in a minute and they would figure something out.

Ginney did as directed and before she could dry off, Martha entered the room, carrying a magazine, a bottle of some medicinal looking fluid, and what appeared to be some elastic bands, not unlike the ones she used to pull her hair up into a pony tail. “Come over here, little one, let mommy take a look at those cute little titties of yours!” Ginney did as commanded – she knew the consequence of not complying with her mother’s requests. Martha cupped Ginney’s breasts, one in each hand, kneading them while rolling and pinching the nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, intermittently pulling them hard, stretching the girl’s tits. Next she applied the elastic bands to the bottom of the tits, making them stand nicely at attention. Then she applied the liquid which released a slightly stinging sensation in Ginney, making them swell slightly. “Well, dear, it seems you are in luck! Your tits seem to be prime specimen for a brand new procedure. Let’s look what I have on that right here in this magazine,” thumbing through the pages. “I just happened to read this article the other day.” She pointed to a spread depicting before and after images of bosoms that had been treated with the newest nonsurgical method guaranteed to increase the size. Ginney sat and read the description, feeling both a sensation of anxious nausea and a wetness developing in her sweet spot between her legs. “I think we should give it a go, dear,” Martha encouraged, with a fiendish gleam in her eyes. Half excited, half reluctantly, Ginney agreed. Mother phoned Nurse Alcott to discuss the clinical aspects of the procedure and Ginney could overhear that due to the nature of the treatment an additional set of hands would be required and that Sharon would be available next Friday; this would also give enough time for Nurse Alcott to order the required supplies. …

Friday morning, Martha awakened Ginney earlier than usual. “Come now, we don’t have any time to waste! You’ll need your daily cleansing and then we’ll have to make it over to the surgery for your treatment! Lay over my knee so that I can put this nozzle up your ass, already!” Martha delivered a full 3 liter enema after shoving the double Bartex up the girl’s little rose bud; oh, the cramps started immediately but she also noticed an unfamiliar warmth exuding from the liquids and shortly thereafter, the room seemed to be spinning. What Ginney did not know was that Martha had mixed some wine into the enema, intended to break down any reservations in the girl. After 20 minutes dwelling time, she allowed Ginney to empty her bowels, only to repeat the enema, only this time it was a water and wine mixture alone. Ginney started feeling slightly nauseated, not unlike to the time when she had gotten drunk by accident from what she thought was a cocktail of fruit juices, though, as it turned out, it was wine. After being allowed to purge, she was instructed by her stepmother to insert one of her butt plugs – since she was going to be on the receiving end of things of potentially rather painful treatments today, Martha allowed her to pick her favorite one, a 2” diameter x 6” long, ribbed and twisted contraption. When Ginney tried to get up and go to her closet to find some suitable clothes, her mother directed her to spare with the formalities of dressing. “Just wear this robe. The rest of it would just all have to come off at the surgery anyway!”

The 20 minute car ride did not make Ginney, in her state of near drunkenness, feel any better. When they arrived at the surgery, Nurse Alcott and Sharon were already waiting impatiently. “It’s about time you got here! The procedure alone will take some time, never mind the preparations! Let’s go, ladies!” With that they were ushered into a treatment room, carefully sound proofed with padded walls and doors. Ginney stared in disbelief on the treatment table in the middle of the room, complete with stirrups already set up and numerous leather straps dangling from the frame. She knew all too well what was awaiting her by the looks of things – rather painful therapy! An instrument table to the side displayed a whole dozen large syringes, already filled. The dental gag at the head of the treatment table did not lend any more encouragement. Then there was the other instrument table, covered with a surgical cloth. She could not fathom what might be hidden underneath.

“All right then, dear! Up you go,” Nurse Alcott motioned to Ginney. Reluctantly but obediently, she climbed up on the treatment table, only to find herself immediately being strapped down at the wrists, thighs, and ankles, her legs in the wide open stirrups. Next came a wide leather belt around her waist, another one underneath her breasts, and yet another one across her chest above the breasts. Finally, the dental gag was secured in place and a heavy strap was attached across her head, thus rendering her completely immobile. “As part of the prep, we will have to give you a rather large retention enema. You will have to keep that one in to minimize the potential side effect of the injections you are about to receive. In addition, your kidneys will try to excrete some of the byproducts and we will instill some fluids into your bladder to absorb any toxins.” Unable to move her head even a single degree to try and see, she heard the ripping of the wrappers to the Foley catheter tray and shortly thereafter, she felt a cold wetness between her legs, followed by some lubricant being applied and pressure at the entrance of her urethra. She has had catheters placed before but this one seemed much bigger than the others. “It is a #24, 30cc balloon. Good thing we’ve been using those sounds recently to dilate you bit down there,” Nurse Alcott proclaimed. The pressure increased, uncomfortably, then a bit of a sting and burning, and some resistance, which was quickly overcome thanks to the nurse’s capable skills of catheter insertion. The balloon was inflated immediately, but the tubing was clamped off, so that whatever fluid would enter her bladder could not escape until permitted. Ginney heard the rattling sound of an i.v. pole being wheeled across the tile floor and shortly thereafter felt cool liquid entering her bladder, instead of anything being allowed to drain. It was a 3 liter bag of normal saline. “We are going to keep this in place, my lovely, to keep you bladder nice and expanded. As a matter of fact, we might have to decide during the actual treatment to add some more liquid in order to increase the injections’ efficacy.”

Ginney’s abdomen was so uncomfortably full, all she could think off was how badly she wanted to pee. That, however, was not in the picture for the foreseeable future. Instead, she felt Sharon shoving another double Bartex tip up her ass. “Oh, my God!” Ginney thought, “not more of that!” Things had way exceeded the level she might feel exciting and erotic. “I think I am going to split open with all that fluid inside of me,” she whimpered. Her stepmother was not happy with her demeanour and responded with several sharp smacks across the ass cheeks and, for good measure, a couple of them across the cheeks of her face. “You ungrateful little slut! Here we are trying our best to get your tits in shape to guarantee you that modeling job and all you’ve got to do is lay there and let us do the work. Instead you are just pissing and moaning about how uncomfortable you are?! I have a good mind to just call things off!” Immediately Ginney showed contrition and, apologizing, asked to proceed. In response she received another 3 quarts of an oily suspension up her ass, with the delivery tubing clamped for the purpose of retention. With a total of about 6 liters of fluid inside of her, her abdomen was so distended it looked as though she was about to give birth! “Trust me, Ginney, you will be thankful for this little diversion,” Martha explained.

Finally, Nurse Alcott turned to Ginney and started to explain the procedure to her. She remembered that it would consist of several injections into her breasts and that the results would last approximately a week, then would require having the procedure repeated if she decided to keep her tits at the new size. The injection would consist of a new product that had been developed by suspending microencapsulated plasma droplets into normal saline, thus much slowing down the absorption rate into the tissue. Normal saline injections by themselves would be reabsorbed within a few hours. For better injectability, the breasts would be bound by their base with surgical tape, therefore making them tauter, allowing for safer penetration with the hypodermic needles. The goal was to increase Ginney’s tits by two cup sizes, from her current C-cup to a luscious DD-cup. This, according to plastic surgery standards, would require a volume of approximately 350 ml per breast to be injected and to ensure even distribution, the total amount would be divided into 6 injections for each breast. Nurse Alcott had calculated to add a bit for good measure to keep the injections even in amount and prepared six 60ml syringes for each side. The viscosity of the solution required a larger size gauge needle, so she chose #18 x 2” hypodermics. “Do you have any more questions, my dear? Once we get started there will be no stopping since the 6 injections will have to be delivered simultaneously, lest you want to end up with a lop-sided boob. And, of course, once the first one is done, we will have no choice but to proceed with the other side. Are you ready?”

Ginney had not bothered to answer as she was fully cognizant that this had been a completely rhetorical question. She got to observe the three women take their positions, each of them armed with two syringes, one in each hand. Nurse Alcott directed the other two as to the placement of the needles around the fleshy mounds in five strategically chosen places, with her holding the 6th one straight above the nipple. ON her command all of them were to plunge the needles into Ginney’s tits as she would plunge the 6th one straight down into the nipple. Once in place, again on her command, six hand exerted pressure on the plungers of six syringes, transporting the viscous solution into the yearning flesh of one soon to be glorious orb, only to be repeated on the opposite side shortly thereafter.

At what point she had slipped into oblivion from the pain, Ginney did not know but when Martha helped her to sit up on the treatment table and held the big mirror up for her to see, she could not help but smile at he beautiful result. Her abdomen started feeling relieved much better as both the catheter and the enema drainage tube had been opened for release. Nurse Alcott, Martha, and Sharon could not conceal their pleasure with the outcome but Ginney thought she also may have detected a slight glimpse of envy in their eyes.


TBC

[BlackrockBoss]

Sorry, folks, but I now see that I've already posted this sequel to the Ginney series. Dooohhhh!

I'll post something else to make up for it.

[lordodie]

[quote name='BlackrockBoss' date='06 August 2013 - 07:49 AM' timestamp='1375789749' post='859190']
Sorry, folks, but I now see that I've already posted this sequel to the Ginney series. Dooohhhh!

I'll post something else to make up for it.
[/quote]

You'd better! Getting my hopes up and then dashing them to the floor like that... How rude!

Personally, I plan on going through my favorites list tonight and updating his forum with some nice anal themed stories.