Bobbie’s Big Idea

[bodusha]

First Day: Orientation

Bobbie visits the clinic seeking its transformative powers. Recommended by her boyfriend’s “BFF”. She wants to have her appearances “freshened up”.

Lilo has graduated from patient to intake advisor. Her body modifications are now complete, and the harsh treatments have shown her a path to success, she finds helpless women with low self-images and dominates them into begging for glamour and desire.

Bobbie meets Lilo for the initial consultation and is amazed at the physical endowments of the small framed Asian woman. Her buttocks, hips, waist, and breasts are all cartoonish from the enhancements.

All her life Bobbie had felt like she was less than a true women. Her slender frame was angular, her small breasts and hips were more like an adolescent boy, as if her hormones were inadequate.

Lilo started by drawing a blood sample and then a urine specimen. She explained the blood would reveal who she was and the urine would expose what she did. Bobbie imagined the variety of street drugs she had ingested recently and wondered if they would discover any surprises in the list.

Asked if she used recreational drugs Bobbie hesitated. Lilo explained that chemical psychotherapy was an important facet of the therapy and that often it makes the tasks quite pleasurable. Bobbie then admitted to using what seemed like an endless list of substances in recent memory.

Bobbie signed papers to authorize the treatment regime. Lilo produced two bright orange capsules and a glass of water.

“Bobbie, are we ready to start?” I nodded yes, and swallowed the pills. Lilo started a video camera and instructed me to fully undress in front of an exam table. As she strapped my naked body into the stirrups and arm restrains I felt the powerful drugs take effect. My body felt limp, powerless to move but my senses were entirely focused on what seemed like heightened sensitivities.

Lilo began exploring Bobbie’s mouth, pulling my jaw open and measuring, then the depth to my throat. I was surprised, feeling the probe at my throat did not produce a gagging sensation, as she continued to probe I felt the cold steel pass into my esophagus as it choked my breathing. Even this felt pleasurable.

Next were my nipples, a suction pump was running as two cups were placed over my tits. Lilo twisted the well lubricated tubes on my nipples and I watched as she tugged me into the bell shaped tubes and stretched them to a degree unimaginable. She measured the length of flesh that was distended after pulling hard and twisting my tits into knots. Pinching the base of my nipples she popped the cups off and measured the swollen teats as they were standing bravely at attention!

After wiping me with alcohol she produced a thin metal rod with a tiny ball on the end. Lilo explained that in my altered state I would not feel pain with the next procedure but she would find and enter my milk ducts. Having been stretched by the pump she didn’t have to look hard for the pores to be probed. One by one she inserted the shiny probe into my nipple, saying she only needed to find six holes in each nipple this first time. As she pushed the probe in me she pressed down until each hole had all of the rod to the first mark, Lilo said the initial treatment was quite shallow and after several more I would be able to take the entire instrument. I could not see the entire length, but it was easily six inches to the large ball on the end. I now had 12 holes in my nipples and was oozing a clear fluid. Lilo produced a larger set of suction cups on the pump hoses and my tits were left to surrender to the power vacuum pump.

She whispered in my ear, “Now we will begin the fun part. Tell me Bobbie, have you ever had multiple orgasms?” I suddenly realized the effect of the drugs as I could not speak or even nod my head. Lilo was squeezing a tube of lubricant on her hands and wrists, “I am going to teach you how to cum like a real woman now!”

 

I was introduced to this writer and some of my parts are set here.

http://greggerbits.tripod.com/bob2300/nurses.rtf

Edited November 8, 2014 by bodusha

[assi4level]

Great start of a story, but the link at the end doesn't work...

[bodusha]

http://greggerbits.tripod.com/stories.html

Scroll to "NURSES(written with Sadarax)"

The author is quite prolific, be warned!

The setting and character, Lilo, was based on his story.

[azsunflowergirl]

Love where this story is headed! Can't wait to read more. Thank you!

[alongeasy]

I paste it here. I hope its ok.

Nurses Chapter 1
by Bob2300 and Sadarax

Marie worked at the Women and Girls Asylum Hospital (Minimum 18 years of age, or at least that was what the paperwork always said) as an up-and-coming head nurse. She was an average looking girl about 5 foot 8 inches tall. Pretty much her best feature was a pert well formed rump. A lot of people said they preferred to see the back of her, especially her subordinates. Her hips were feminine but nothing extreme; curves in the right places but not that curvy. She had a nice B-cup breasts. She was pleasant to look at but nothing that was going to grab your attention from across the room; what would do that first was the taser gun she carried.

Marie typically kept part of her face covered by her long rich-blue bangs. The hair ended up mostly concealing one of her eyes, it gave her a certain mystique and this also gave her a perpetual mischievous and impish look. For those under her care, they were left with impression of being under the control of a scheming trouble maker. Marie’s skin was a gentle olive-white, but she bore a few soft coloured freckles on her face. Her eyes, like her hair, were a strong blue colour.

As mentioned, Marie had very bright blue hair. It was a mystery. No one knew if she dyed it or if was somehow her natural colour. Rumour had it that anyone who had ever pressed the question enough to annoy the sadistically dominating blue-haired woman had ended up on the patient population list,… sometimes permanently. One unlucky intern had been found three weeks later naked in a padded cell completely hairless with a ballgag, vibrating butt plug and an arm binder.

For you see, the head nurse Marie, loved to dominate, and always wanted to play ‘rougher’ with the patients of the asylum. She didn’t get much of a rise from treating the patients after they had experienced drug and other extreme mind-blanking treatments. No, she much prefered to play rough and tough and harsh with the patients before they were plied with more tasteless, permanently damaging vegetizing forms of ‘treatment’.

The asylum was run by nurses and doctors only and had no bureaucrats or desk-workers to bog the place down. It was a model of efficiency, much of the paperwork was automatically handled by specialist computer programs an excellent investment and labour saving device. It also never wanted to send any patient through the mind-blanking (and physically harrowing) final “curative” treatments that wasn’t otherwise curable. This meant only a small portion of all-female population were ever sent down the roads of final curing from which few returned a non-vegetable. In fact the asylum touted that they never sent anyone through this, that wasn’t unless they were destined to.

This policy meant that nearly all of the inmates that were kept around waiting, while they underwent long and careful mental analysis. Some had waited years, and others were being treated and re-evaluated for years. Either way dangerous patients were kept away from the public.

Marie found her calling when she finally transferred into the specific wards dealing with the resisting inmates. These women were tough and very hard to keep in line. Some were very strong and some were violent, claiming they were not insane and were victims of political crimes or police misconduct or other crazy nonsense.

It didn’t matter to Marie. The rantings of the sane and the insane could sound very similar under the right circumstances, and besides, her job wasn’t to evaluate. Her job… was to keep the girls in line,... harshly if at all possible.

And she loved it.

Soon after she transferred she came up with what would become one of her all time favorite means of controlling recalcitrant patients. Marie was remarkably strong, as was her whole family, and before becoming a nurse had been an amateur masseuse. Now her skills as a masseuse came in most handy.

She loved using enemas. Not for herself personally, but on her very troublesome patients. What she loved even more though was using her ‘special technique’ of massage. She would use massage on the victim’s inflated bellies, swishing the water inside them and bringing them to major discomfort.

Marie loved how the enemas would make the victim helpless. She would inflate them to the point of bursting then release her victim from their bonds and help them stand upright. She found it cute how completely submissive they were and didn’t dare to run away. They were so bloated and cramped that they couldn’t run; their movement was more restricting than having ball and chain attached to their legs. They obeyed her and got into their next bound position, for fear that they might explode if they were struck by her in defiance.

She preferred O-rings over ball gags. She loved the moans of discomfort that would roar from the back of their throats as she kneaded her fingers deep into their inflated bellies. She liked them to make a lot of noise, The best thing about the O-rings was how they would drool all over their tummies, lubricating themselves for their coming massage. It was like they were helping her set themselves up for their own punishment.

She pressed her fingers and thumbs and palms and fists into their bellies, making them simple squirm as they howled. She touched them anywhere and everywhere, and many of the women and girls blushed as she exercised her unfettered access to their bodies, bending them to her will, locking their bodies in lewd and humiliating poses. Sometimes Marie would add cramping powders to the enemas which would make the victims bellies bulge up even more if disturbed. It left their guts curling in on themselves or gurgling continuously with rolling discomfort.

The O-rings she used also made it easy to force feed the patients with a pump or a funnel. They could also be made to use their tongues to lick her boots or pussy. Not always Marie’s pussy either. She particularly enjoyed taking a pair of ring gagged patients and forcing them to pleasure each other in a bound 69 position. It was humiliating, and often they would refuse until she filled them up with enema to make their bellies bulge. When she strapped them together, their bellies would be squashed uncomfortably between their pressed bodies, making their displeasure feel even worse. After the first time any returning victim would usually be eager to muff dive in order to avoid an enema.

Of course, Marie would often give them enemas anyway and tell them she’d only let them go after they’d made each of their partners cum enough times that she, their attending nurse, was satisfied. And as one could imagine, Marie still massaged them, both of them, even while they were struggling to eat the other girl out to a climax. Marie took perverted joy as she forced her fingers and hands between the two girl’s pressed tightly smooshed together bellies, great pleasure as she pushed one belly as it churned into another wobbly rotund middle. Sometimes she would add another couple of conditions on just as they were about to finish. if they objected at all she would just inflate them more.

With massage, she would turn something that would normally feel so good into something unbearably painful. The massages would last for hours, and Marie loved the awkwardness of looking into her victims eyes as she caressed them. Minutes into hours as their bellies gurgles and rumbled, half muffled begs and please screams and gurgles silenced by their tight gags. She always made sure the victim’s could see the wall clocks, to know how long they had to endure. Sometimes she set the clocks up to run slowly one she even set running backwards. When her massage was “done”, she then had them relieve themselves right in front of her,... and prepped them for the next enema; they rarely ever stayed free for long.



***

After a while, all the trouble patients in Marie’s ward began to behave; really behave. They barely stuck a toe out of line for fear of earning more special therapy time with her. Not that behaving well did them much good, but it did make them less noticed in the crowd.

Her whole ward, the most troublesome in the entire asylum, had been turned around into mostly meek and rather quiet patients. The senior nurses up the chain of command noticed and since everyone knew it was due to Marie’s direct “personal touch” they decided to hand her more authority. Instead of a ward, she was given command over nearly a whole wing of the asylum. Now her territory encompassed not only the formerly most viciously troubling patients, she was given the merely troubling and problem patients as well.

Nurses in other wards and wings transferred their tough patients to her and Marie’s authority slowly began to grow. As soon as Marie assumed control over in her new domain, she began to ferret out all the things which other nurses had “apparently” not noticed or swept under the rug.

Marie quickly found many patients in possession of contraband. Anything from drugs to cigarettes to even weapons. Truly the greater number in her ward seemed to spontaneously come into possession of such things, especially when she was looking for a reason to give a particularly stuck up patient a special punishment. Her solution to this contraband problem was radical but effective.

Any women or girl who was found with forbidden items lost the right to wear clothes, leaving them all in there undergarments. Repeat offenders pushed the program further to where anyone who broke the rules again was punished by permanently losing even their underwear. Patient control was the key and the patients couldn’t hide anything on their persons, especially when she started introducing random cavity searches. Of course the patients had to be strapped down to be searched, bent over a desk legs spread wide arms pulled up high behind them, mouths opened with jaw spreaders. Some of the patients were so accommodating Marie needed elbow length rubber gloves. Seeing their faces bright red as their bottoms were invaded made Marie laugh. She had a game where two nurses would select two patients strap them down for a cavity search, then make bets on which one would be the most accommodating. Marie always managed to win these games.

Of course Marie still got to punish uppity inmates with her massage and enemas, along with her enforced sexual acts. But for the moment she only punished those which pushed back. The contraband carriers she merely denuded.

Many of the women and girls hated the loss of their clothes, and became agitated and discontent. Marie knew patients were dangerous; they needed to be controlled above all else.

With a wing of unhappy and possibly rebellious inmates under her control, Marie convinced the hospital that she should be allowed to tightly restrain them in heavy leather arm-binders when they acted up. Soon there were several women permanently wearing arm binders tightly laced up.

Marie liked to lace the binders until the women’s elbows touched. It made them so more helpless, then she would lock the straps over their shoulders. Some of the more troublesome inmates got a little upgrade; a strap that ran from their wrists to a collar would pull the wrists up the back, sticking the elbows out and making it that much more secure. They had no hope of getting free. Some of her regular victims found themselves permanently riveted into arm binders with no release mechanism. A fresh rawhide armbinder soaked in water laced tight then slowly allowed to dry was a special treat to be savoured as its victim slowly realised what was happening. Marie had several of these on high definition recordings.

Though any with bound arms were much less of a threat, they became all the more angry and even with the threat of her hands-on-massage treatments they began to act up and speak out. Eventually Marie got permission to tightly restrain ALL her patients in the secure leather arm-binders.

Marie looked through her bright blue bangs with pleasure and pride as she had every single patient bound in front of her just so she could enjoy watching them lose their freedom. Now the nurses and doctors complained that the patients talked back to them too much, so Marie got permission to keep her patients gagged at all times. She even had special gags with changeable mouthpieces used. Though the gag harnesses and straps were riveted tightly in place so that there was no way to remove them. Her patient would be controlled.

As her authority grew, many of the patients in other wings began to complain and threatened the nurses that they would not stand for being put under Marie’s control. Her sphere of power grew greater as she was given more territory, taking on more areas with any patient that showed any trouble. Each one that was put under her control was given the same treatment. The bindings and gags seemed to work for a while but those in her wards were perpetually angry now, and sometimes fought the other nursing staff when Marie wasn’t around. They couldn’t do much damage but they could be a real hassle and a pain.

She was given permission to use enemas on all of her patients. She had all the women and girls permanently trapped with large inflated bellies, their asses permanently stopped-up with inflatable retention plugs. Marie even adding those cramping powders regularly and randomly among all of her victims. Sometimes she chose a woman who looked at her wrong, or one that looked at her right. Sometime she chose the prettier ones because she felt they needed her “gentle” touch. And sometimes she just walked down the aisles and picked a woman at random. Sometimes it was a staff member that needed some attitude adjustment.

Marie often found herself giggling as she was massaging a choice victim while their hugely bloated belly full of cramping powders twitched and spasmed underneath her fingers and palms. She loved how the enemas always made all her patients helpless, and compliant. She found it cute how completely submissive they were and didn’t dare to fight or run away. They were so bloated and cramped that they couldn’t run.

Marie didn’t even bother getting permission to start hogtying them and putting bondage-hoods on their heads and tucking them up, putting them to bed like this every night, of course they had to be strapped down to stop them rolling out of bed. She found she loved to watch from the security office when she was on night shifts. She liked to watch them in their fitful unpleasant sleep on the cameras. She loved how she had managed to get the whole huge group of patients locked down with perpetual punishment enemas, keeping them all neatly in line. She liked to watch the nursed putting the bloated beauties to bed. The women would be squirming and sometimes keening with discomfort as they were tightly hogtied, with no possibility of a comfortable position. The image was a delicious one to savour as the desperation in there eyes as the hoods were pulled over their heads. Sometimes they never removed the hoods again. She developed a line of rubber hogtie sacks designed to fit a bloated woman tightly immobilizing her to the point she could not even squirm.

And god help the woman who still tried to resist her will, even if there resistance was minimal the slightest glare. The slightest hesitation to follow an order to finish a meal. More a symbolic act of defiance than an actual physical threat to staff. There was the occasionally recalcitrant subject who needed a reminder of where they were; of whose world they were in. The patient would be hooked up to a simple but powerful pump. She would be given a rotating enema cycle , the pumps would rapidly fill and then empty their victims, increasing the discomfort. Tightly hogtied and strapped down to the bed but left able to see what was going on. The pump would be set. They would be periodically emptied, allowed a short period of rest with their bellies no longer filled. The reason why was so they could remember what it was like not to be in constant discomfort; to have a small taste of blissful comfort, a small taste of hope that the machine would not spring to life again.

Then they were refilled harshly again with their much deserved soapy fluids. Each time the enemas returned, they would be larger and larger volumes. Slowly over the eight hours of rest, their bellies would be gradually stretched to huge distortedly bloated sizes. All the while the enema mixtures would increase their agony. Sometimes it was boiling hot. Other times it was bitingly cold. Sometimes it was a cramping inducing nightmare along with the temperature.

Marie found it amusing to gag these recalcitrant inmates with a bar of soap, especially those that tried to talk back, at the same time they underwent their “attitude corrections.” The bad ones got to stretch there lips around two bars of soap, made from the worst tasting soap she could find to buy.

Sometimes Marie would get off watching the machine packing their bowels to the utmost agony; watching the women squirming about in incredible discomfort as there belies knotted and their abdomens clenched with no possibility of relief. She often slowly adjusted the soap concentrations, making it worse for her patients. In addition, some of the most naughty patients had punitive belly straps applied to their swollen middles made of thick rubber. Straps that sometimes cut right across their middles, adding a painful ring of torment over their gurgling bellies, usually these were applied when the girls were mostly empty. It was almost impossible to apply them when they were full but Marie still tried, much to her victim’s misery.

Marie invented still other other strap harnesses. One was straps that criss-crossed over their bellies in neat ornate webs, and as they were made of flexible rubber that would actually stretch somewhat, allowing the pressure against their ailing abdomens to build as they were inflated. But on the underside which touched against the skin, these straps were adorned with painful blunted spikes. Any victim with their belly wrapped in these experienced a slow swelling and a dull pincushion of agony. Of course Marie called them therapeutic massage aids, they added immeasurably to the woman's suffering when combined with a massage.

Over time Marie found her patients body’s adapting. She could use larger volume enemas, tighter arm binders, larger butt plugs, and ring gags. Larger buttplugs and enemas were always upgraded when she found she could. It was amazing that many of her patients could hold two and a half gallons of fluid; they looked pregnant with twins. Once she discovered any of her patients could, she determined that they would. It was so much fun to stretch the goals.

The ring-gags she sometimes left smaller sized, because some of the girls were pretty enough that she didn’t want to distort their beauty. This allowed their terrified expression to look lovely and at the same time scared, or their pained expression pretty in their agony.

Other times though she relished the larger ring-gags, as she would sometimes make use of her elbow lengths gloves for an occasional cavity search down their throats. Oh how they hated that but could do nothing about it.



***

She taught the other nurses her massage techniques. The hospital trialled a new drug that caused breast enlargement, it had uses that would make most breast enlargement procedures a thing of the past. Soon every patients were trapped with large round breasts that presented another way to control and dominate them.

Marie carried out an experiment. She had a set of pillory, also known as stocks, made. But these stocks didn’t have a place for the woman’s head and hands, but for her breasts. Marie took an untreated woman and fitted them into the stocks, and fitted her breasts through the two holes instead. Then she was locked firmly in place with other straps and manacles. As she was fed the drug, her enlarged breasts trapped her in place with no way to get free. Marie had the stocks putt on rollers so that the poor woman could be moved from place to place. Marie sometimes kept her in her office as a living ornament or in the staff room.

Marie continued to experiment. She adapted the straps she had created for belly binding for something else. Smaller versions of these webs of blunt spikes straps could also be applied to the patient’s enormous breasts, compressing them cruelly for periods. She created a body bag made out of a web of chains with the dull spikes. She could literally suspend them in the air, hanging them, by their bellies and boobs. She could rotate them freely as well, rolling them onto their backs or onto their fronts or sides, and even completely upside down. This made any enema they would be holding swirl around inside them very unformatably.

The intended victim just fit inside the apparatus. It was jointed together around the woman, the links compression welded around her to make it tight. They were perfect for victims of the breast enlargement drug.

Marie selected a particular patient for her first test. It was a dark haired browned skinned girl from Hawaii named Lilo. The girl had naturally full hips. Her body fit snuggly into the binding-body bag, and Marie couldn’t help giggling as she strapped the girl’s modest B-cups into the breast-spike-bindings, after she secured the chains over her hips and at that time flat tummy.

A quick welding job later and the girl was stuck semi-permanently. With glee Marie informed her, “Watch your tits become beachballs, beachgirl.”

With that she fed Lilo the largest dose of the breast enlarging drug they’d ever given a girl. The girl’s boobs immediately showed signs of growth and within a week her already uncomfortable breasts had gone up a hefty size. By the second week they had grown even faster, going up two sizes. Marie didn’t stop force feeding the girl. She fed Lilo more and more, often while giving her a huge enema that made her scream in compressed agony.

By the end of five weeks, Lilo’s breasts were bigger than her head and her belly was as full as Marie could pump it. The girl’s chocolate brown skin and all her tender flesh bulged out of the gaps in the chain in bondage. Her sensitive breasts were the worst and all Marie had to do was merely caress them to make the girl squirm in torment. Full with over two gallons of punishing cramping liquid and breasts bigger than a porn star, the bondage was almost too tight to believe. She looked deformed and strangely sexy at the same time. The girl was so helpless; so sensitive with just her head free.

She made an excellent and willing toy just for the promise of the barest hint of freedom or relief. Of course her head shouldn’t be free all the time, Marie decided. Periodically a tight fitting latex rubber hood would be pulled over head, with only her hair gathered together and pulled out the back. Then a second leather hood would envelope this one. The laces on the second hood would be pulled tight, squeezing her cranium in order to remind her that she had no freedom unless Marie felt it was necessary for her “treatment.”

On occasion Lilo’s hair was used as a means to enforce painful neck positions and postures. Other times it was just for tugging on. Marie had Lilo’s impossible trapped body taken on tours of the facility. Her body with bloated with her gurgling multi-gallon filled belly which stretched the super tight rubber bag she was enveloped in, was sometimes hanging and gagged in Marie’s office, or in the staff breakroom. Several times Lilo was put in the front lobby as a warning to future patients to behave. Being that it was an all-female asylum, there were several lesbian staff members who took delight in playing with her bound form.

Sometimes Lilo would be delivered back to Marie’s office at the end of the day, only for the blue-haired head nurse to discover her pet project’s body cavities had been stuffed with enormous vibrating dildo’s. Once she walked into the breakroom to discover Nurse Stacy and Nurse Britney had allowed the brown girl, while still trapped in her tight black rubber and studded prison, to drain well more than half her enema.

“Well, come on,” Nurse Britney spoke cheerily, “What’s it gonna be?”

The busty blonde nurse reached forward and lightly caressed Lilo’s enormous left boob. “You want us to massage your giant titties, or…” She reached down and rubbed her hand over Lilo’s not quite fully deflated stomach. “Do you want us to fill ya back up to bursting and give you a nice deep massage?”

Lilo’s brown eyes were twitching, her mouth filled with a large O-ring and stuffed with a softly buzzing vibrator, completely cutting off any speech. She shook her head to both, sagging weakly in her restraints.

“Can’t you decide?” Nurse Stacy asked, sounding surprising cheery as well. Clearly both nurses didn’t care that they were tormenting their patient. In fact they both were blushing and looked excited at the prospect. “Look, you gotta decide what you want while we let you eat us out. Don’t worry though. We’ve got some toys for either option so you’ll enjoy yourself.”

Marie had watched the exchange from the doorway, where none of the three women had noticed. At that she strode into the room, and at her appearance all three women, even captive Lilo, jumped.

“Both.” she commanded.

“What?” both nurses asked in unison.

“Both.” Marie repeated, looking at the two nurses and then grinning slightly at bound Lilo. “Show me what you got.”

Hurriedly both nurses fetched out the sex-toys. A couple of enormous ribbed vibrators, and a several vibrating eggs with trailing controllers and some adhesive tape. Marie nodded her head in approval.

“Fill her back up and give her gut a good massage while she eats you both.” Marie ordered, picking up one of the huge sex toys. “Cram these inside her when you do.”

She stepped over to pick up a couple of the vibrating eggs. “Then empty her, yank out those bad boys, tape these to her tits, and give those boobs a good thorough massage.”

At that there came a moan of despair from Lilo. Marie turned to her and her grin grew even more wicked. “Oh don’t worry. You won’t remain unstuffed for long.” she declared and continued without turning to look at the other nurses. “Then you fill her back up, cram those things back into her, leave those titty vibers on, and let her stew in her agony. In a few more hours, give her another massage while she’s full, both titties and tummy, and leave all those toys on. If she isn’t vibrating when she returns to my office tomorrow, you’ll both join her.”

“Yes Ma’am!” both nurses promptly answered, and then looked at each other with wickedly excited faces, before hastening to follow their orders.



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[lordodie]

Personally, I'd have focused more on the anal - no surprise there - but I still love this story!