by Bella Bryan
Emma waited another ten minutes, and was called down to see Doctor Clarke. She opened the door to his office with excited anticipation, and he didn’t disappoint when she entered the room. He was wearing another tight fitting shirt with a pair of loose pants that hung in such a way that the bulge between his legs was accentuated even further. Emma could actually see the length of his cock running down his inner thigh, and it was clear to see that he wasn’t wearing any underwear.
“Miss Brown! Good to see you again. Please, come in and sit down,” he said, gesturing towards the empty chair opposite him. Emma breathed steadily through her nose, trying to get her arousal under control. It was a difficult thing to do at the best of times, nevermind when she was sat opposite a handsome doctor with what appeared to be a massive cock.
“So how are things?” he asked her pleasantly as they both sat down. “Any pain or tenderness?”
“Yes, I still feel a bit sore but it’s improving every day,” Emma replied, her hand absently wandering up to her full breast. Her nipples had been constantly erect since the day of her surgery, and they rubbed painfully against her surgery dressing. She saw Doctor Clarke’s eyes flick down briefly and then back up to her face, his cheeks flushing slightly.
“Well, let’s take a look at you then,” he said, standing up behind the desk. He led her through to an attached examination room and closed the door behind them. It was white and clinical, and smelled like a hospital. Emma pulled her slightly overweight frame up into the padded chair that was raised a few inches off the floor. Doctor Clarke pulled over a small stool and sat down in front of her.
“Could you remove your blouse, please?” he asked her, his attention focussed on a binder containing Emma’s medical notes. Emma unbuttoned her blouse and shrugged it from her shoulders, the cool air bringing goose pimples to her skin. She shivered and felt her nipples tingling painfully. She looked down at Doctor Clarke, his gaze still travelling slowly over her typed notes, and felt a thrill run through her when she saw the head of his cock clearly outlined through the fabric of his pants. She bit down on her lip hard to try to distract herself, but it was too late. The orgasm hit her quickly, her pussy twitching with pleasure. She felt her underwear grow warm and damp, and prayed it wasn’t enough to come through to her jeans. She tried to steady her breathing as to not alert Doctor Clarke that she was climaxing, feeling relieved as the orgasm left her body quickly.
“So,” Doctor Clarke said, looking up at her. “I’m going to remove your dressing now and see how well you’re healing.” Emma nodded and allowed him to expertly peel away the layers of fabric and expose her newly enlarged breasts. She looked down and was pleased with what she saw. They were much bigger than before, and her nipples stuck out proudly towards the doctor.
“You’ve still got some swelling but that’ll go down soon,” he said, his fingers tracing the stitches on the underside of her breasts. “The incisions are healing nicely. Is there any pain where I’m touching right now?”
“No, none at all,” Emma replied, the feeling of his fingers touching her bare skin causing yet another prickling sensation between her thighs. He brought both hands up and ran them over the swell of her breasts, pressing and squeezing against the implants. Emma closed her eyes, forgetting momentarily where she was, and enjoyed the sensation of a strong pair of male hands on her body. It felt incredible, and she pushed her breasts out without thinking, desperate to feel his fingers touching her nipples. Her breathing quickened as her climax began, her fingers clenched into fists as the waves of pleasure coursed through her muscles. Her thighs twitched as she felt her juices flowing from her cunt, soaking through her jeans. But she didn’t care. It just felt so good.
“Ahem,” Doctor Clarke cleared his throat, and Emma opened her eyes in alarm. “Miss Brown, are you okay?”
“Oh, shit,” Emma said, the orgasm leaving her body instantly as embarrassment took over. “Oh, I’m so sorry, Doctor Clark. I, um, er-”
“It’s okay,” the doctor said with an awkward smile. “I’m aware of your condition and I know it’s not something you can control.” He paused, and grinned at her. “I’ve got to say, I’ve never been able to make a woman orgasm so fast!”
Emma laughed out loud, the joke breaking the tension in the room. She felt relieved that he understood her situation, and felt the feeling of shame evaporate.
“I know this is completely unethical,” the doctor said as he wrapped the dressing back around Emma’s swollen breasts. “But do you want to have dinner with me tomorrow night? I’m interested in your condition and I’d definitely like to hear more about it.”
Emma’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. Doctor Clarke was asking her out! She hadn’t been on a date since before her PGAD began.
“I’d love to,” she said shyly, looking at him through her thick black eyelashes. She smiled at him, wondering what a handsome doctor like him would see in someone like her. She had always been curvy, but the last eighteen months had seen her weight increase steadily. She wasn’t able to exercise like she used to because of her condition, and she’d definitely turned to food for comfort. Doctor Clarke was fit and toned, and Emma thought way out of her league. Maybe he was just intrigued because of the PGAD, and he saw her more like a science project. She was a freak, and he wanted to poke and prod at her to see how she reacted. She pushed these unpleasant thoughts out of her mind and just tried to focus on the positive. She had a date with a handsome doctor!
***
Emma looked at her reflection in the mirror, displeased with what she saw. She’d bought a new outfit for her date; a tight black cocktail dress to show off her new curves (although the bandages could still be seen slightly at her cleavage) and a new pair of strappy heels. She’d looked fine in the store, sexy even, but now she’d put the outfit on at home she just looked like a huge mess. Even having her hair and makeup done hadn’t made much improvement. The doorbell rang and she jumped. She sighed and looked at her watch. The taxi was five minutes early. She quickly spritzed on some perfume, checked her teeth for lipstick in the mirror, and headed out the door.
Twenty minutes later, Emma arrived at Greek Paradise, a foreign food restaurant on the outskirts of the city. She headed into the foyer and was directed to the table where Doctor Clarke was waiting.
“Miss Brown,” the doctor greeted her, standing up and helping her to her chair. She smiled at him gratefully and sat down as gracefully as she could.
“Please, call me Emma,” she said. “It’ll feel strange to have you calling me Miss Brown all evening!”
“Well, in that case, you can call me Edward,” he replied, his eyes sparkling in the dim candlelight. There was an electricity between them, Emma had no doubt about that now. She just wondered where it was going to take them.
They ordered their food a bottle of wine and spent the rest of the evening chatting about Edward’s job and how he became a doctor. He was charming and funny, and had a number of amusing stories from his junior doctor days. Over dessert, the conversation turned to Emma and her current situation.
“So tell me,” Edward began, licking the last drop of ice cream from his spoon. “Has your condition improved at all since we last spoke?”
Emma laughed and took a sip of wine. “Turning back into Doctor Clarke now, are we?” she teased, running her finger around the rim of her glass. He chuckled, his straight white teeth gleaming, but didn’t answer.
“No, it hasn’t improved,” Emma said, a tinge of sadness in her voice. “It’s ruined my life. I was a journalist with a promising career, but I had to quit because I couldn’t interview anyone without having to stop and run to the bathroom. I went sick for a few months, hoping it would get better, but it never did. And now here I am, eighteen months later, and I’m still not working and my social life has taken a huge hit too.”
“So what made you decide to have surgery?” Edward asked, swallowing down the remains of the bottle of wine they’d shared.
“I’ve always w
anted bigger breasts,” Emma confessed. “And now just seemed like the right time. I wouldn’t have to take time off work to recover, and I thought it might improve my confidence, and therefore take away some of the stress and anxiety that triggers my condition.” She lowered her voice to a whisper. “The only thing that’s ever completely stopped my symptoms for a decent period of time is having sex. But even that is proving to be quite elusive these days!” She gave a tinkly laugh, trying to appear casual discussing sex with Doctor Clarke. But she felt anything but casual inside; just looking at him was causing a raging fire between her legs.
“Maybe there’s something we can do about that then,” Edward said quietly, his features looking even more attractive in the dim lighting. Emma didn’t speak and they stared at each other for several moments.
“I’ll get the check,” Edward said with a grin. “Excuse me! Waiter!”
***
One hour later, Emma and Edward were wrapped in a passionate embrace on Edward’s luxuriously padded sofa. They’d started making out in the taxi on their way back to Edwards apartment, and hadn’t been able to take their hands off each other since. Edward was an excellent kisser, and Emma had already had several mild orgasms that she’d been able to keep hidden from him. She could feel something bigger building within her though, and wondered through the lustful haze when it would be released.
“Oh, Emma,” Edward groaned, his hand riding up her thigh to the fleshy part of her ass. She gasped as his fingers traced the edge of her panties, the elastic giving way easily when he pushed his hand up further. Emma was close to the edge again, but she was going to hold off climaxing for as long as she possibly could.
She knelt down in front of him and unzipped his pants, pulling his cock from the confines of his briefs. It was as big as she’d expected. The head was purple and was almost visibly throbbing with excitement, a clear droplet of pre come glistening on the tip. Emma licked it up greedily, the salty taste spreading over her tongue. She took him in her mouth and he moaned loudly, his hands grabbing at the back of her head. She swallowed down his full length, tasting him at the back of her throat, as he thrust into her mouth. Her lips felt each and every swollen vein on his shaft, and she gently grazed her teeth along his sensitive skin.
“Oh, god,” he said, his fingers tangled in her long hair. “That just feels fucking amazing!” He pumped into her a few more times and pulled his cock out, looking down at her body hungrily.
“Stand up,” he ordered. “Take off your dress.” Emma did as he asked, feeling slight embarrassment at the dressings around her breasts but dismissing the thought instantly. There was nothing to be embarrassed about. Doctor Clarke saw things like that every single day.
Emma unzipped the dress and let it drop to the floor, exposing her almost naked body. His eyes travelled down to her pussy, and she felt a jolt of arousal run through her. No, not yet...she had to hold off…
Edward leaned forward and peeled off her panties, his fingers grazing her hairless pubic area. It was almost too much and she felt her knees weaken. Edward looked up at her, his eyes wide.
“I want to make you come hard,” he said, his voice gravelly with lust. He stood up and lifted her up, his hands underneath her bare ass. He turned around and laid her down on the sofa, gently opening up her thighs as he did so.
“I’m going to fuck you now, Miss Brown,” he said, putting his hand on his erect cock and pushing it inside her. Emma’s mouth opened silently, the feeling of pleasure almost painful in its intensity. His dick was rock hard and incredibly wide, and Emma felt her pussy lips stretching around his shaft as he moved in and out of her slowly.
“Do you like that?” he murmured into her ear, his breathing uneven.
“Oh yes, Doctor Clarke,” Emma replied. She could feel her pussy opening up with each thrust, her juices running down the inside of her thighs. Edward increased his pace and started to fuck her harder and faster, his fingers digging into her fleshy hips. Emma felt an orgasm starting and she let herself go, the relief and waves of pleasure flooding through her body, all the way to the ends of her fingertips. It caused her muscles to tense, and she curled her body around Edwards tightly as they came together, a mixture of their juices flowing down onto the fabric of the sofa.
“Fuck,” Edward shouted as he gave one last thrust and lay still, his hair damp with sweat. Emma lay underneath him, panting heavily, her body feeling completely exhausted and satisfied.
“Are you okay?” Edward said as he rolled off her and grabbed a tissue from a box on his coffee table. Emma nodded, still breathing heavily and unable to speak.
“How did that feel?” he asked her as he cleaned himself up. He looked at her curiously as she thought of how best to explain how she was feeling.
“I feel empty, but in a good way,” she said, smiling at him. “Like that’s all I needed to get rid of my condition, once and for all.”
Edward laughed and lay down beside her, wrapping one arm around her shoulders. Emma snuggled into him, feeling peaceful. “Well, I hope you always know you can come to me for treatment if your symptoms ever flare up again!”
Emma chuckled quietly and drifted off into a tranquil sleep, her body finally at peace.
Dirty Personal Trainer
Emma pulled her spandex leggings over her fleshy thighs, the tight material making her legs look like sausages. She sighed as she caught a glimpse of herself in the changing room mirror, dissatisfied with her appearance. Her weight had increased even more recently, and her once slim figure was now verging on obese. Her doctor had advised her to join a gym to lose weight, and she’d reluctantly signed up to weekly sessions with a personal trainer. She hated exercise, she hated the gym, but she hated being fat more. After more than two years of unsuccessfully trying to squeeze her large frame into her old clothes, she’d finally decided to do something about it.
Emma left the changing room, her new gym shoes feeling uncomfortable and tight on her feet. She wasn’t used to wearing such revealing outfits, and usually tried to hide her rolls of fat underneath something loose and comfortable. She looked down at her wobbling stomach as she walked. There was definitely no hiding the rolls of fat in spandex, that’s for sure.
“Hi, I have a session booked with Jordan,” she said to the bored looking girl wearing an official polo shirt standing in the doorway of the gym. Emma peered past her at the room filled with gym equipment, and the intimidatingly muscular people exercising. She felt a nervous flutter in her stomach and swallowed down her apprehension. The girl looked at her watch, and Emma was sure that she caught her briefly glancing at her spandex encased thighs with disgust.
“He’s running late,” she said, a bored tone in her voice. “He’ll be here in five minutes. You can use the treadmill to warm up while you’re waiting.” She looked away from Emma, signalling that the conversation was over.
Emma walked self consciously over to an empty machine and stepped on, placing her water bottle in the handy holder. A flash of panic swept through her as she looked down at the complicated buttons. How was she even going to turn it on? There wasn’t a power button! Her cheeks flushed red as the woman power walking on the next machine looked at her, a tiny smirk on her face. This was even more embarrassing than Emma had thought it was going to be.
“You just start walking,” a deep voice said at her elbow. She turned towards the voice, almost jumping out of her skin in surprise. One of the most handsome men she’d ever seen was standing next to her, a smile on his face. Emma’s mouth opened slightly in shock as she took in his perfect physique, accentuated by his tight vest and short shorts.
“If you start moving on the machine it’ll turn on by itself,” he said, grinning widely at her. She blushed and started walking gingerly, nervous of falling off and making an ass out of herself.
“That’s it,” he said as she picked up speed. “I’m Jordan, by the way. You must be Emma. Sorry I’m late, I had car trouble.”
“Oh, nice to meet you,”
Emma said, awkwardly holding out her hand. He shook it delicately and she felt a thrill run through her at his touch. He was so good looking. He was tall, over six feet, and had jet black hair that fell across his eyes sexily. He had a young Elvis vibe, and Emma was totally into it.
“So, Emma,” he began, as she continued to walk slowly on the treadmill. “What is it that you want to achieve from our sessions?”
“Well, as you can tell I’m a little bit overweight,” she said, gesturing down to her body. She barked out a short laugh, and it sounded false to her ears. “I’ve had a few medical issues over the last couple of years and my doctor recommended that I start exercising more. So here I am!” She pulled self consciously at her tank top, feeling all too aware of the sagging skin exposed at the tops of her arms. The only thing she actually wasn’t embarrassed about was her boobs, as she’d had a breast enlargement six months ago. The implants were on the large side, but looked full and curvy. They strained against the thin material of her tank top and she caught Jordan sneaking a glimpse when he thought she wasn’t looking. His cheeks flushed slightly when their eyes met, and she fought the urge to cross her arms over her chest in embarrassment.
“Well, the good news is you’re in great hands,” he said, his deep green eyes twinkling. “I can create a bespoke workout plan for you, and if we stick to it rigidly then you’ll be in perfect shape in no time.” He glanced over to the corner of the room where a few weight benches were stood empty. “Come this way,” he said, pressing the stop button on the treadmill and nodding over to the corner. Emma’s walk slowed to a stop and she delicately stepped off the machine. She followed Jordan to the corner of the room where he had stopped next to a bench.
