Obviously it was pointless to try to talk to Nurse Jenny. When I'd mentioned it, she'd just given me an 'examination', which was really just an excuse to humiliate me in front of that audience that had to be watching. I had to get past her. I had to get to the person behind it all. When I woke, I immediately marched to Nurse Jenny to demand she let me talk to Luanne.
"You have to let me talk to Luanne", I demanded. Nurse Jenny was at the sink, cleaning some long, black rubber things I'd never seen before. They looked like medical instruments. I didn't bother to ask her about them because I felt like I didn't want to know what they were used for. I knew she wouldn't tell me anything anyway. She just looked at me inquisitively.
"Oh, and why is that?", she said as she continued to scrub.
"I need to talk to her about the web site!", I said strongly.
"Web site? What web site?" She said casually, as if I'd said I was watching a TV show about web sites.
"I saw the camera, Jenny. I talked to the repairman." Nurse Jenny looked shocked, dropping the long black floppy rubber thing on the floor. It landed with a squish and rolled a little. But it only lasted for a moment and soon she was back in control. She retrieved the item from the floor and placed it with the other ones. "Now, I told you not to worry your pretty little head about the things you hallucinate from your pain medication", she said, a hint of menace in her voice. With that, she firmly grabbed me by the neck. She pulled out a leash and clicked one end to my collar. She tied the other end around one of the pillars in the main hall. At this point, I was acutely aware that I was still wearing my bed-time outfit. I was wearing the pink straightjacket, my arms firmly wrapped under my breasts, 'hugging' myself, I was stuck by that leash until someone else released me. I suddenly felt terribly vulnerable. Why had I been so sure that Nurse Jenny would crumble and take me to Luanne if I told her I knew? I realized that might not have been as sure of a thing as I thought.
"Umm, it's nothing to bother you with, Nurse Jenny. I think if I could just talk to Luanne..." I trailed off as Nurse Jenny returned to view, holding a small box I hadn't seen before. She opened it and pulled a medium sized bell from the box. She looked at me meaningfully, holding the bell right at my chest height. I could clearly see there was some kind of clamp at the top of the bell. Holding it near my nipple, she gave the bell a little ring while looking me right in the eyes. I hesitated. You'd have to be a fool not to realize the implied threat, intimidating me to shut me up. But it didn't matter. This was too important. I had to go on. I felt a surge of renewed purpose.
"This between Luanne and I", I said forcefully. "Get her NOW!", I insisted, and I stamped my foot to reinforce. Well, as much as you can stamp a thigh high pink latex platform stilettos. I thought it would make my statement more forceful. Instead it just made me look like I was having a little tantrum. Nurse Jenny sighed and put the bell down. She pulled out something that looked like a gas mask. Well, at least one of those masks that just fit over the lower face, like a half mask. Nurse Jenny showed me what would the front and I could see it was decorated to look like a woman's mouth, with lipstick and everything, in a huge, fixed smile. With a similar smile on Nurse Jenny's face, she turned it around... And I could see there was an adult sized binky bulb. As she slowly brought it to my face, I tried to resist, but the leash kept me from getting away. I pulled hard against it, but there was no give at all. A sense of panic began to seep in.
"I changed my mind! Stop! I don't need to see Luanne, I changed my mmmm...." The bulb was slowly forced into my mouth despite my resistance, and soon she was strapping it on while I sucked away. So now, to any onlooker, it would look like I was smiling like I was having the time of my life. With that done, I soon learned what the bells were for.
Those clamps I'd seen earlier? Soon, they were attached to my helpless nipples as threatened. They pulled painfully and moving caused the bells to swing back and forth, chiming merrily. The tugging was both painful and strangely... It kinda felt a bit good too? But more painful.
"I think the problem is just that you have too much energy from all your bed rest. I think I know how to take care of that problem." Nurse Jenny pulled out a long rod with a little flap of leather on the end. It was a horse whip. Suddenly with a quick flip of her wrist, my inner thigh exploded in pain! AAAAHHH! I couldn't see it... Even if my enormous breasts weren't blocking all view downward, my petal tutu that stuck out from my waist surely would've, but it felt like the whip had torn my flesh apart! In reality, there was simply a very red spot on my thigh, but since I couldn't see, I had to go by how it felt. With that done, Nurse Jenny started to fiddle with the earplugs on my bonnet.
"I think the best thing to burn this excess energy is to get you to do a little dancing. So you're going to dance for me, Tony. As long as you keep the bells ringing, Nurse Jenny will be happy. But if they go quiet.... Well, then you get a little motivation." And with that, she turned on the music in my earplugs. AAAAH! Another flip of the whip got me dancing around on my thigh high stiletto platforms. I had to dance around, wiggling my torso, swinging my breasts around, to make the bells ring, or Nurse Jenny would immediately begin with the whip. The irony was not lost on me that the music seemed to be the kind of music you'd hear in a strip club. And, due to the leash, I was forced to dance around the pole it was attached to, like a stripper at a pole in a strip club.
So I danced. Nurse Jenny would occasionally stop the music and tell me how I should dance next. Deep knee bends, shoulder shakes, breast shimmy, hips shimmy, bending at the waist, she ordered me around like a puppet. Because I had to keep the bells ringing, it meant I was always shaking my chest or bouncing up and down. It looked like I was trying to be arousing, like I was dancing the same way women dance to get a man's attention! And if I tired or my effort flagged, Nurse Jenny would immediately begin whipping me unceasingly in a sensitive area. Hitting the same area again was even more painful, and with only a little stretch of skin between the top of my thigh high boots and my huge fluffy diaper, Nurse Jenny was hitting the same spots again and again. The pain was so unbearable, I became almost animalistic, leaping around, much to Nurse Jennys approval. As if it wasn't humiliating enough, Nurse Jenny started shouting at me like we were at a strip club. I could hear her over the music.
"C'mon baby! Jiggle them titties!! Woo!! Shake that moneymaker!" I had never been more humiliated in my life, all made a million times worse knowing that somewhere was a hidden camera recording my every move. I bet they even had the same music I was hearing! My pause of reflection was quickly met with a sharp 'snap' and again I jumped in agony. My dancing continued...
I danced until my legs were rubber. I danced until my lungs burned. I danced until my nipples were so sore, they felt like they were going to fall off and the flesh on my thighs felt like they'd been flayed off my body, exposing raw muscle. When Nurse Jenny decided I'd had enough, which felt like hours later, she unhooked my leash from the pole. Holding onto the leash, she pulled me close and began to gently stroke my face. I was far too exhausted to offer any resistance.
"Mmm... A cutie like you could do very well at a real strip club. I know one that has an amateur night. I bet they'd let me take you up there on this leash. What do you think?" Nurse Jenny hinted. As tired as I was, I understood what she was threatening me with. With a big grin, she pretended to be remembering something. "Oh, wait, that reminds me. You were asking something earlier. You wanted something, didn't you?" I shook my head firmly back and forth to indicate I was done with that. I knew if I'd done anything else, I'd be doing more dancing. At last she unhooked the leash, removing the bells but not the mask. I headed right to bed, and fell asleep, completely knackered.
I did not ask a second time to see Luanne. And things went back to 'normal' as I continued to be Nurse Jennys drug-addled plaything.
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A few weeks later, someone besides Nurse Jenny appeared. By now I was completely stir crazy having been locked up in my room. So when my door opened, I took notice immediately. A smaller woman I didn't recognize came into my room. She was wearing a doctors coat and looked very professional with her short auburn hair and petite figure. She had a very professional look with her hair in a very professional cut. If she was a doctor, she was one I wouldn't hesitate to have. She looked very knowledgeable and trustworthy, like someone you'd feel confident could handle any issue. She walked up to my bedside and slid next to me. I was sitting up in bed, pillows propping me up. Before I could say anything, she grinned. As soon as I saw that grin, I knew. I'd recognize that wicked grin anywhere.
"Luanne?!" The transformation was incredible. The makeup was subdued and natural, she had regular fingernails, she was wearing sensible heels and her chest... Her massive chest was now a respectable B cup. "What... What happened?"
"Well, I figured it was time to return to who I was before I met your father." She stood and did a bit of a pose, finishing with a twirl to show off her new look. When she finished, she sat next to me in the bed again. "It really opened my eyes when I saw you. I realized why no one was taking me seriously anymore. I mean, the breasts, the platinum blonde hair... It really was too much. I really did look like a bimbo, didn't I." She reached over, cupping my huge DD breasts in her hands, hefting them up. "Don't get me wrong, I LOVED the effect I had on rich older men. Making head turn, watching them get confused." She paused as if remembering some particularly amusing story. "It made it easy to manipulate them exactly as I wanted... Even to propose." What had she just said?
She grabbed my nipple between thumb and forefinger, giving a quick squeeze. They were so sensitive and she caught me by surprise. Before I could stop myself, I moaned. It was so embarrassing!
"Hmm... Looks like you didn't lose any sensitivity.", she said with another grin. "Anyway, I had my implants taken out, had the salon take my extensions out and return to my natural colour... And now people listen to me instead of just staring. Don't I look good?" she asked. I opened my mouth to respond and she suddenly jammed her thumb in my mouth. Caught off guard, I started sucking on it uncontrollably. "Excellent, the surgery didn't affect your wonderful reflex." She got up and walked over to my dressers. "Anyway, now I have the best of both worlds. I can be a respected doctor-in-training, but I can still play with clothes and makeup and hair... On you!" That megawatt grin reappeared on her face. "You'll be able to wear all of my old wardrobe! I know you used to love how it looked." She teased me. I just was speechless. I didn't know what to say. "Oh, I'm having so much fun this summer, with you as my little fashion slave. The summer is going too fast! You've recovered enough. Instead of being stuck in this little room, we can dress you up and take you outside!"
I was still very groggy. But... Outside? If she took me outside, I might have a chance to finally contact someone. I might be able to tell someone what was happening to me. For the first time in a while, I had a glimmer of hope. I dutifully followed Luanne. Heck, I was even excited to be wearing 'normal' clothes, even if they were all so very, very bimbo-ish. Even if it was Luannes old clothes, they had to be better than what I had been wearing!
"I think this is just one of the worst things I ever wore. I mean, it really is hard to retain any dignity in an outfit like this, don't you think?", Luanne asked rhetorically.
She removed my bedtime-outfit, except for the thigh high, carnation pink, latex lace-up platform stilettos. After she put a massive bra on me... A push-up bra, that put my tits on a shelf and pushed them up and together, I realized that this outfit could not be worn except by a bimbo. No one who wasn't a bimbo would even consider wearing it. But if this was my way to get outside, I was gritting my teeth and putting it on. I was given a crop top that barely went over my massive breasts, leaving my stomach bare. The crop top had "Bad Girl" clearly written on the chest, one word on each breast. Then I was given a short, barely there skirt that didn't even cover the underwear. I couldn't believe how much my hips had grown, then nearly fell as I tried to modestly take a step.
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In the car, I finally had a chance to ask about the website. Luanne wouldn't hear it.
"You must've been hallucinating from the pain-killers you were given." she insisted, parroting what Nurse Jenny had said.
"Then where did my clock-radio go?", I replied. I knew she had no answer for that. She shrugged. After a moment, something seemed to occur to her.
"You never had a clock-radio." was her response. I didn't even know how to respond to that. I was stymied. I knew what I'd seen, and Luanne's evasion was frustrating... But a small voice began to creep into my mind. What if she was right? What if I had hallucinated it all? Things had been so strange lately, I've been so groggy, maybe I had. I mean, hidden cameras? And it just didn't make sense... No one would be interested in seeing me on a website. No one would be interested in what was happening to me. They'd either be bored or offended, right? I seriously considered the idea that I couldn't trust any of my memories as we continued to drive.
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The first stop, I remembered. We were back at the doctor's office. I started to panic, remembering how the last time I was here I'd gained a pair of enormous breasts but Luanne calmed me down.
"No, don't worry, this is just routine. I've just noticed that your lips have been looking rough with all the sucking on things you do." I gave her a quick glare. I wasn't sucking on anything by choice. It was her who kept putting things in my mouth! But she continued as if she hadn't seen. "So we're going to give you a little 'Lip augmentation' procedure". That sounded strange, but mostly harmless. My lips had felt a little chapped lately. If that could be fixed, that would be good. I was looking for anyone I could call out to, anyone I could slip a message to without Luanne noticing. But this time we entered through a back entrance and I again found myself in the surgical room.
"Wait here", Luanne said. "I need to grab some things." Here was my chance. As Luanne slipped out, I quickly ran to the curtain. I peeked out, and I could see there was a woman in the hallway. I figured I had a minute before Luanne returned and I could tell this woman to get help. I reached out to grab her by the shoulder. And Nurse Jenny turned around to look at me.
"Oh, hi Tony! Great to see you made it! Let's get you ready."
I hadn't recognized her from behind and wearing her normal job clothing. How could I be so stupid! Being so groggy all the time, it just seemed like I wasn't thinking clearly. Of course I should've known Nurse Jenny would be around. Nurse Jenny walked me back to the surgical chair and gave me a sedative, then strapped me into the chair. Soon Luanne had returned, all cleaned up and wearing surgical gear. She had a number of syringes. She picked up one of the big needles, and started injecting something into my lips! I felt them swelling up. They were huge! The needle went in and Luanne depressed the syringe. Then she pulled it out, picked up another and repeated the process.
"Wha ah yu duin." I tried to articulate between needles. "My ipps!" I could barely speak. It felt like I had a duck bill attached to my face! I was met with the famous grin. Luanne just continued working until she was done. Then she took off her surgical mask and I saw that maddening grin of hers.
"Sorry, the swelling is part of the process. It should go down over time. But let's see how it looks!" Without fanfare, Luanne grabbed a rubber rod from her medical instruments, and popped it into my mouth. As I was uncontrollably sucking, I could hear her saying "Oh, yes. Perfect DSLs." After Luanne and Nurse Jenny laughed, she pulled the rod back out.
"Wha a dee-ess-el?" I asked.
"Oh, it's just a medical term" Luanne casually replied. "Nothing to be concerned about." Soon we were waving goodbye to Nurse Jenny and headed back to the car; me and my enormous lips.
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"Wha are we doiwing here?", I said, fighting to talk with my swollen lips. We'd pulled up in front of a piercing/tattoo parlour.
"Well, you know, we've never pierced your ears", Luanne responded. "Plus, Nurse Jenny said that you back talked her and made her punish you, so you've earned a punishment from me. You're getting a tattoo!"
"No! I don't wan a tattoo! I wan do eht!", I protested with my swollen lips. Luanne seemed nonplussed.
"So I can tear up our contract?", she said. I wasn't sure what she meant. "We agreed I controlled your look for the summer, and then, at the end of the summer, after your birthday, you are in complete control. If you're breaking our contract, that means I get to dress you for your first day of school." The look on Luanne's face turned absolutely sinister. "Oh, please, please, let me dress you for the first day of school... I have some wonderfully humiliating ideas!" She was right. I couldn't break the contract now. It was the light at the end of the tunnel. It was my only hope. I knew that breast implants could be removed. I could cut my hair, trim my nails, even choose clothes to conceal the changes in my body. But if I broke the contract, I knew I'd get to do none of that before school started. And I knew I'd be ruined. Reluctantly, I meekly followed Luane into the parlour.
Luanne directed me to sit in the waiting room while she went back into the shop to talk. Alone for a few minutes, I picked through the magazines. There must've been a fan or something moving the air, because I could feel the air moving over all my exposed skin, particularly the tops of my breasts, but also my exposed midriff and my legs. Goose pimples began to rise. I felt incredibly naked and vulnerable. I'd never admit it to Luanne, but I'd almost prefer to be in my bed-time outfit, rather than this bimbo outfit, because at least more of me would be covered.
Right about then, two men walked in. They were big, burly men with leather jackets. One bald, one with long hair, both with bushy beards. They looked like the rough guys you'd see in a motorcycle gang. I pretended to be reading my magazine but I was already thinking how I might be able to tell them about my situation. They looked so scary, but I was in no position to be picky.
"Well, what do we have here?" said the bigger one, noticing me immediately. I smiled, quickly looking around to see if Luanne was near. The men were taking off their jackets and hanging them up, as I thought about what I should say. So distracted was I, I only now realized that the magazine I had quickly grabbed and opened was a women's magazine. And the page I'd randomly opened had splashed over the title "Giving Your Husband a Blow Job That He'll Never Forget". What the hell, women's magazines? I couldn't help but look at some pictures. Gross! I was about to quickly flip a few pages when... I was grabbed about my waist, a strong hand on either side. Effortlessly, the bald fellow lifted me up, sat in my chair and then gently placed me into his lap! I tried to say something but all I managed to do is make little squeaking noises! Looking at him in utter shock, he shrugged.
"Hey, you were in my favourite seat. But it's OK, I'm happy to share. You go back to reading your article... OOOH!" He raised his eyebrows as he got a look at what page I had the magazine open to. "You really are a bad girl, aren't you?" He said, staring bluntly at the writing on my chest. I began to blush all over my body. I couldn't focus on what I wanted to say, I was so embarassed. I wanted to get off his lap, but this was a perfect opportunity to whisper something to him. Still holding me tight, he moved me a bit further out on his lap. I wasn't sure what he was doing until... He started bouncing me on his knee like a baby! I started moving up and down, faster and faster. I couldn't figure out what he was doing, but when I looked at his eyes, I could see he was still staring directly at my chest. He was just making my breasts bounce up and down for his pleasure. What an asshole! Luckily the push-up bra was doing it's best to hold everything together, but there was still an uncomfortable amount of movement. I tried to squirm out of his grasp with no success. If anything, squirming around made him smile! You can imagine how hard it was to focus and say anything while I was vigorously bouncing up and down on his knee but I had to try!
"Wu... Ha... Hawe to... Hewp me!" I was able to gasp out.
The bouncing stopped. But then, from behind me, Luanne was talking to the bald man!
"Hi! Are you Skid?", she asked. The bald man looked serious.
"Who wants to know?", he said, but then he smiled. "Yeah, that's me. And I'm guessing you're my next appointment?" He looked at me with a smile. "I'd be happy to help a little cutie like you!" I hesitated to say anything further with Luanne right there. Luanne turned on her charm.
"Yes, Tony is very excited to get her ears pierced and a tattoo." Skid's face broke into a huge smile.
"I think I might just enjoy this!" he said, staring directly at me.
When I exited, I had pierced ears and a tramp stamp. It was a tattoo on my lower back, an ornate banner just above my buttocks. Among the butterflies and flowers that permanently marked my skin, there was a delicate script that said 'Bimbo Toni'. Luanne had insisted it be spelled exactly that way. And Luanne reminded me there were so many other tattoo options if I decided to be difficult. In particular, she pointed out that they did cosmetic tattoos. Permanent eyeliner, lip colour and more. That threat had made me not try to communicate with Skid further, at least while Luanne was sitting there watching. I remembered how excited Skid had been to do more work. He also mentioned, several times, that if I wanted to work on my 'technique', he could give me a discount. Luanne had pretended to consider it, but in the end, she just paid. Now, Luanne wanted me to thank her. And she wanted me to say it in a particular way.
"Thank wu, Luanne. I wove my tramp stamp. Now everyone who sees eht will see that I'm a wittle bimbo, just like I always wanted.", I said, trying my best to sound convincing, speaking with my swollen lips. Luanne just told me to keep practicing. I'd be saying it again once we got home.
Thinking about it, the way that Luanne had suddenly appeared, rushed me out and had these things suddenly done felt strange. As we drove home, I wondered why these 'enhancements'? Why now? It took me a bit to work it out in my mind... Summer was almost over! I'd lost track of the date but that was it! Within a few days she'd lose the ability to control my appearance and then I could go back to normal. Well... Not normal. It might take a long time to go back to normal. But at least I'd be back in charge. Somehow that made the day so much better... Knowing this was Luanne's last gasp before I was again my own man. I smiled... Oww. Well, I tried as best I could with those huge swollen lips.