OneMessedUpHero who was able to recover the story that DeviantArt deleted.)I spent most of the next couple of weeks bouncing between sleeping and being barely awake in a haze of drugs. I assumed they were keeping me drugged up so I wouldn't be in pain. But I was always thought of it that I felt nothing. Every day I was simply pumped full of painkillers and who knows what else that left me drowsy and barely awake. But every day the shock of seeing my enormous DD breast struck me anew.
Drugged as I was, I did notice that I didn't see Luanne at all after that first day. Nurse Jenny, Luanne’s friend from the wedding took care of me, bringing me food, injecting me with drugs. She also watched me and took care of me. But I soon learned something wasn't quite right. Luanne was weird, but nurse Jenny was very creepy, sometimes frighteningly so.
Nurse Jenny was a smaller lady, you'd probably describe her as a petite woman with a big chest. But she was a bit bigger than the Luanne which made her several inches taller than I was. Almost every time I saw her she was wearing a caricature of a nurse's uniform. It wasn't what real nurses wore, it was very much like the sexy nurse costumes you might see at Halloween that pushed up and exposed a tonne of cleavage. But then more often than not, it would be more accurate to describe her clothes as a cross between sexy nurse and dominatrix. Her long dark hair was almost always either in a ponytail or loose, but held back by some kind of sexy nurse cap. She wore her makeup very dark and severe. Her outfits always bared her considerable cleavage and had some kind of buckle corset. Sometimes she had a tight little latex skirt, sometimes leggings, sometimes even fishnet stockings, all in white, of course, and she had several pairs of severe boots and shoes that all screened intimidating. She always dressed in a way that exuded power and sexuality. I thought nurses were supposed to look caring and look like they take care of you. Nurse Jenny always looked like she was about to toss me about and take a whip to me.
Besides her appearance, her behavior was just as strange. She insisted I call her nurse Jenny, not nurse, not Jenny, it always had to be the full title. If I made a mistake, she'd accuse me of being grouchy and not getting enough sleep and then she'd hesitate waiting for an answer. I soon learned there was only one response “, I'm sorry, nurse Jenny. I won't do it again, Nurse Jenny.” If I tried to discuss or I didn't say what she wanted, she’d get her ever present needle, I'd be injected with something and I drift off to sleep.
Another example of creepy behavior. Early on the day might start with nurse Jenny giving me a sponge bath. The whole time she'd be carrying on a one sided conversation with herself. “Little dolly has been very messy, little dolly needs to be clean so she glistens and gleams.” Then she responds with a high pitched voice. “Thank you, nurse Jenny. I feel ever so much better now.” Was that supposed to be me responding? If I tried to speak up “, I'm not that messy.” She’s shush me, if I refused to shush, if I continued to talk out came the needle and I’d be asleep again. Really, if I took any action she deemed objectionable, I'd be pumped with drugs. And keep in mind even when I was awake, I was always groggy. I always felt a little bit slow to process things like I was still in a state between asleep and awake.
The real creepiness were the situations I'd wake up in, I’d wake up with my eyes heavy from makeup and large false eyelashes. I’d wake up with little braids, ribbons, ponytails, pigtails, curls, I’d reek of hairspray or flowers or smells I didn't recognize. If I didn't know better, I’d think that some hair salon was using me for training or something. But that wasn't all.
One time I woke up, I recognized where I was immediately. I was in the front room in Luanne’s dollhouse, sitting at a children's size table in a child's chair. I had time to notice that there were many others at the table, but they were all stuffed animals or mannequins. In front of me was a little plastic teapot with an empty plastic cup and saucer. I had just begun to start to realize that there was a strap on the chair holding me in place. I was wearing some kind of huge fluffy pink dress with layers and layers of chiffon when I felt the now familiar job of a needle in my arm. I looked up to see a smiling nurse Jenny injecting me with something and then the world went dark.
Another time I woke up and found myself hanging from the front room ceiling by wires. They were attached to my wrists and ankles like I was a marionette and I could feel a harness tied under a red dress with white polka dots and a petticoat. From that harness I hung from the ceiling with my feet just above the floor. I’d just stretched the big, oversized shoes I was wearing and scraped the floor. There was a huge bright spotlight on me, but the rest of the room was in darkness, so I really couldn't see anything but what was in the light, myself. I had time to see my hands were enveloped in some large padded three finger gloves. Between the gloves and the dress. I had time to think Minnie Mouse. I could feel some kind of headband squeezing my head. I tried to move but it was utterly futile. Nurse Jenny was quickly there and the prick told me I was off to sleepyville.
(I have completely removed a scene here where he wakes up, bent over at the waist in some wooden stocks. I had hinted that there was something, or someone, behind him that he couldn't see but could feel right before he was drugged again and lost consciousness. It was written so that a reader could possibly infer something that was about to happen. But at no point was anything inappropriate suggested other than being bent over in stocks with someone else there. There was nothing in the actual writing that violated any part of Deviantart standards. But I have removed it because that's the only thing I can see that might have been an issue.)
Whenever I’d bring these things up with nurse Jenny, usually when she was getting me dressed in my new bedtime outfit, she’d just laughed and say I had the most amazing dreams. I tell her about being in the front room, and she just laughed and say I must be remembering when I was modelling for Luanne. She’d remind me that one of the side effects of the drugs were very vivid dreams and warned me they’d seem real, but of course they weren't. I didn't want to believe her, but the memories were just so real. It was hard, but the scenarios were so fantastic. I had to be imagining them, right?
Speaking of my new outfit, with the changes to my body as I mentioned, my nighttime outfit had changed to. I guess it makes sense because there's no way my huge DD chest was going to squeeze into the old romper but I had worn. Besides the change in outfits Nurse Jenny had even changed the way I was dressed. Being dressed by nurse Jenny was far different than Luanne. Being dressed by Luanne was like being a child dressed by an angry mother who had better things to do. Things were slammed on, zip straps were pulled tight, forcibly with no regard for comfort. The idea was just to be dressed as quickly as possible.
With Nurse Jenny it was ominous. Remember that I was usually drugged and groggy when she was dressing me. She’d get me dressed but she dragged her fingers across my naked flesh back and forth raising goosebumps. Whenever she had the chance, she’d give me a good hard spank on my behind and say for good luck. When I was restrained, she loved to tickle me, sometimes to tears. She’d tickle me so much I couldn't breathe. And then once I was like that, she told me all I had to do was say stop and she'd stop. Of course I couldn't, I couldn't catch my breath, and she'd keep going until I turned purple. And she was endlessly fascinated by my breasts. Sometimes she just absentmindedly stroke them until I squirmed. I’d wiggle and twist, unable to help myself, but she easily kept me pinned to prevent me from getting her to stop. The whole time, she'd be talking to me as if I was her toy. Who was a good little dolly? Who was being an adorable little darling? It was so nightmarish I almost wanted Luanne back.
And then there was the outfit itself. The previous bedtime outfit had been infantile, no doubt. But if that one was a baby outfit this one, I guess you'd describe it as bimbo baby. Corset, shiny latex, high heels with a big padded ruffly behind, but I'm getting ahead of myself. Let me tell you what it was like putting it on.
Getting dressed always started with the diapers, as impossible as it seemed they had become even more padded. They were huge, pushing out my legs and making it impossible to bring my knees even close together. I waddled like a newborn baby but what had been added was some diaper covers. They were carnation pink and had rows and rows of ruffles on the bottom. Nurse Jenny liked to say “who's my little ruffle butt” and bop me on the nose after she slid them on. Next was a new romper, I call it a romper but it really was more like a carnation pink, shiny latex straightjacket. Once my arms slid in the sleeves with no openings, it was brought up over my shoulders, then that started the lacing. Much like a corset, the whole back was laced tightly restricting my breathing and reducing my waist to doll like proportions.
When Nurse Jenny took the straps on my sleeves, it forced me to cross my arms in front, under my breasts. But then as she pulled them tighter and tighter, I’d ask her to stop, beg her to stop, but she’d pull tighter and tighter rendering my arms completely motionless, pushing my arms up and under. I was forced to not only support my breasts with my arms, but worse, it looked like I was purposely pushing them up like I was trying to make them look bigger or something. And of course, when I looked down, all I could see were those huge DDs.
I should also mention that attached to the romper straight jacket was the petal tutu that I had worn at the wedding. Nurse Jenny had told me it was her favourite part from my flower boy outfit. So she put it on me for no other purpose than because it made her smile. I guess the fact it utterly humiliated me was besides the point. It really was hard to think how you could make a skirt look more feminine or more juvenile and of course it barely covered my ruffle butt diaper cover ensuring with every step everyone got a good look at my ruffled behind.
Another new twist were the thigh high, carnation pink latex lace up platform stilettos. Nurse Jenny told me that all I'd be wearing this summer were high heels so it was important I wear them all day every day. Showing off her medical knowledge, she told me how wearing heels cause fibres in the calf muscle to shorten and the Achilles tendon to stiffen and become thicker. Once your feet and legs reshape, you'll be able to bounce around in heels like they were sneakers and your legs will look delicious. She gloated as she tightened the laces on my feet all the way up to mid thigh. “But what happens if they reshape and I want to wear sneakers?” I said, thinking about after the summer when I regained control of my wardrobe. “Oh, don't you worry your pretty little dolly head about that,” was all she replied.
Once the laces were tightened, it was difficult to bend at my knees. That meant that my walk was forced to turn into more of a deliberate waddling strut with the diapers much to Nurse Jenny’s amusement. She ordered me to walk back and forth laughing at my ineptitude the whole time. “You're like a little baby in high heels,” she’d cry in amusement. It was embarrassing, yes, but as bad as it was, it was better than the crawling my previous booties had forced.
The topping piece, both literally and figuratively, was my new bonnet. But if my old one was the no frills edition, this was, again literally, the more frills than you can handle edition. The front was much like the old bonnet, stiff brim that blocked my view forward and to the sides. My whole field of view became a little window of which half was taken up by my breasts, pushed up by my unwilling arms. Yes, just in case I could ever forget the DDs bulging from my chest the bonnet ensured, they were always the majority of my field of view. The brim itself was simply rows and rows of ruffles.
Unlike the previous bonnet, this one was technically a half bonnet, leaving the back open so my long platinum blonde hair was visible. And Nurse Jenny was always happy to play with it, teasing it putting in curls, pinning it up. It always changed according to her mood. There were straps at the base of my neck and behind my ears that made sure no matter what I did that bonnet was not budging.
You must be thinking that this half bonnet was good thing as it meant there wasn't anything muffling my hearing. You'd be wrong as there were earplugs attached to the bonnet that neatly fit into my ears when it was on, rendering me nearly deaf. They could also be used to play music. If I misbehaved at all, it wasn't uncommon to hear children's songs played on repeat until I was nearly insane. And of course there were bows and ribbons decorating the outside. I couldn’t really see them, but I could feel the moving when I turned my head. And that's how I spent my days and nights while I healed up.
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After weeks of this treatment, I was almost fully healed and was starting to feel like myself again. Albeit with what felt like two bowling balls attached to my chest. The romper kept me tightly corseted and feeling like I was tightly hugging myself. As I waddled about, I could feel the petal tutu bouncing up and down and my hair swinging back and forth freely.
When Nurse Jenny wasn't around, I was secured in the baby bimbo outfit and locked in my room. Well, technically, I guess it's not locked if there's no lock. But wearing that outfit, unable to use my hands or feet, any closed door was as good as locked. I started to feel a little stir crazy. How bored was I? I spent time figuring out how to spin around fast enough to get a glimpse of my waist length hair around the edge of my bonnet. I must have looked like a dog chasing its tail. When your world is the size of a room, you get bored enough at anything sounds good. You look at everything in detail.
My world swung between extremes. When Nurse Jenny was there she was always teasing or behaving strangely. That part was humiliating. Or she was giving me painkillers that knocked me out, and when I wake up hours later, I’d have vague memories and dreams of being held captive in these bizarre places. That part was terrifying. But she was only there part of the day. The rest of the time. It was sheer boredom. I begged Nurse Jenny to be able to play my video games. But she said my only job was to heal and she didn't want me to be feeling stressed. Forget the fact that every time Nurse Jenny was in the room, I felt terribly stressed anyway, not that I'd ever say that to her face.
So it just happened that I was staring at the little clock radio by my bedside and I saw a little dark circle in the front. Kneeling down, an awkward job, I could see a slight reflection in the circle. I wanted to flip the clock upright so I could see it directly in the overhead light. But with my arms busy embracing myself, I was forced to use my feet. I was able to hook the heel of my stiletto under the front trying to lever it upward when… I slipped, smash.
The clock radio had been flung to the ground. It smashed into several pieces and a dark cloud fell over me. Oh no. I knew I would be punished for this. I'd been punished for being too slow to move when Luanne demanded. How bad would it be that I’d broken something? But as the cloud of fear started to fade, I realized there was something interesting in the debris, it was a camera. I could clearly see a lens and some kind of transmitter. What the heck? Was Luanne spying on me?
After maybe half an hour or a bit longer, my door opened and in walked… a man! He was a small mustached man with greasy brown hair, wearing a work shirt and jeans. He had a toolbox with him. I was just so shocked to see someone I hadn't seen before in the house. The newcomer glanced me then deliberately looked down. He went over to the broken clock radio, bent over and started picking up the pieces.
“Hi,” was all I could manage. “The repair costs of this are going to come out of the profits,” he said softly. I think he was talking to me. He opened his toolbox and started putting the pieces in. I got over my shock and managed to respond. “What did you say?” I asked. He looked up angrily and spoke a bit more forcefully. “You're going to have to pay for this. We'll take it out of the monthly website payment.”
What he said made no sense. There was a camera in my room. I had a website. That website was making profits that could pay for a broken camera. This guy was repairman for that camera. Eventually the pieces started to come together and I reeled in horror. “I'm on the internet? People can see me?” I said slightly panicked. The man just looked at me as if I was making fun of him. Then he seemed to get angry. “Hey, look, you don't need to keep acting. The site is down right now. Personally, I don't want anything to do with this sick little fantasy world of yours. Okay,” he emphasized the point by dismissing me with a wiggle of his hands. “You just keep pretending to be the victim. Oh, look at me. I'm such a darling and cute little helpless victim. Give me money and I'll do the most humiliating things for you kinky bastards.” He looked me in the eyes with a disgust. “Look, I just handle the cameras. Okay?”
With that he closed his toolbox and was gone from the room, door clicking shut behind him before I've managed any kind of response. “Pretending?” I said to the empty room. “Pretending?” I yelled. I rushed to the door calling after the strange man. I begged him to come back. But there was no response.
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I was flabbergasted. I was on a website! Who was watching? What had they seen? I suddenly felt so exposed. When Nurse Jenny arrived later that day, I asked her about it. All I got was her usual response to my questions. Oh, my goodness, you do have the most amazing dreams from the painkillers. When I persisted with questions, she sighed and shook her head. I knew I’d crossed a line when she came over and picked me up. “It looks like the drugs are still affecting you. I think we need to give you an exam to make sure there's not something wrong with you.” Carrying me over to the chair, kicking my legs in the air and wiggling my torso, all the resistance I could manage. She sat down putting me in her lap facing directly away from her.
I tried to squirm my way free, but she held me effortlessly. With my bonnet no matter how I frantically turned my head I couldn't see what she was doing back there. I felt her one arm sneak around my chest firmly grabbing my chest. Her hands started squeezing and kneading. As soon as my lips parted. Nurse Jenny’s thumb went into my mouth, making me suck. There I was pinned, being caressed and sucking someone else’s thumb. “Suck Nurse Jenny’s thumb my little girl, suck it like it's the most delicious thing you've ever had in your mouth.”
I continued to involuntarily suck her thumb like I sucked everything. Stupid sucking reflex. The teasing and squeezing, my enthusiastic sucking with nurse Jenny making little encouraging noises as she tickled me, making it look like I was having a wonderful time when it was anything but. There was nothing I could do but bounce around on her lap like a helpless baby. And I realized what was going on. She was claiming this was an examination. There was really nothing happening between us. It was all just Nurse Jenny and taking advantage of my involuntary reflexes. But to someone watching, it must've looked like I was ecstatic! Like I was having the greatest time of my life when I was really nothing more than a helpless toy in her grasp.
It was all clear to me now. We had an audience, Nurse Jenny was performing and had been for who knows how long, for the hidden cameras and how many watchers? I started imagining people out there seeing my humiliation and felt utterly mortified with hell. This wasn't part of our agreement. This wasn't part of anything we discussed. I had to talk to Luanne.