I awoke in a waiting room of some sort. How did I get here?
I had a magazine in my hands, but it seemed to be in a different language. I put the magazine down and looked around. I was the only one in a waiting room built to seat at least 10 people. A receptionist typed quietly at a computer. I walked up to her.
She was about 35 years old and had on a headset and red-rimmed glasses. She reminded me of the operator from many television commercials about telephone companies.
"What am I doing here?" I asked her.
She looked over her red-rimmed glasses at me, and said, with a snicker, "Why, you're here to see Dr. Amy Rachel, of course."
Why didn't I recognize that name? Just then a door opened. The receptionist said, "The doctor will see you now."
Dr. Amy Rachel stood there, in a long white coat, holding a clipboard.
"Well, Mister..." she looked at the clipboard, "...Samuels. Please come in."
She opened the door wider and led me into the room. I was sort of in a daze as she closed the door.
Suddenly, she began unbuttoning her coat! She stuck out her lips to make them pouty and said, "Now, does the widdle boy have a tummy ache?"
Suddenly, I remembered why I was there. I had a recent bout with constipation and hadn't been able to 'go' for about 3 days. I could then feel the pain in my stomach. I nodded. "Awww... I fix that right up." She snapped a rubber glove onto her hand as she let her coat hang open, revealing a bra and panties...and nothing else.
"Okay, up on the table," she commanded. My memory seemed to be returning and I was not only here to clear up my constipation, but to have a little fun. It was a doctor's office/escort service. It was one of those places you find in an out of the way place in the middle of the city's red light disctrict. Why it didn't do more business, I didn't know but I was hoping to have some fun.
I hopped up on the table. "Yes, Doctor," I said.
"Call me Amy, please."
"Yes, Amy," I said shyly.
She approached me and pressed her warm breasts against my body. "Now, let's get these pants off." She grabbed my belt buckle and undid it, pulling it off my pants. I could feel myself getting aroused.
Finally, she pulled my pants and underwear off, causing Mr. Willy to stand at attention.
"Now, then, let's get rid of this nasty-wasty constipation that you have," she said turning around towards a sink.
She pulled a bag out of the cupboard and bent over the sink. Her well-rounded buttocks showed through her coat. I could hear water running, but could not see what she was doing.
Just then, she turned around, holding an enormous blue bag. It swayed and bulged as the water inside of it shifted. A long tube extended from the bottom of the bag, ending in a nozzle.
"Are you ready for your enema?"
I found myself protesting. "That's too much water. It's gotta be 10 gallons!"
"You're such a baby! I knew you were a baby. So, I've decided to take the enema with you." She held out another bag, just as large as the first. "Now, turn over onto your stomach."
I did. If she could take all that water, I certainly could. She grabbed my rear and slowly spread my buttocks. I felt something cold and slimy press into my crack. I felt the cold tube push into my anus and up, into my body.
"Okay, all done. Now, can you help me with mine? I turned back around, feeling the tube twist in my rear. I saw Amy remove the doctor's coat and slip the panties, revealing her tanned buttocks. I felt myself become aroused again. She bent over and I slathered some lubricant onto her nozzle. Timidly, I grabbed her buttocks and heard her moan with pleasure.
Slowly, I pushed the nozzle into her rectum about three inches. "All done," I said.
"Okay, now let's get rid of that nasty constipation and perhaps have a little fun while we're at it."
She got up onto the table, both bags hanging, swollenly, beside the table. She opened the valve on both bags and I could feel the warm water flow into me.
Amy laid on top of me and began kissing me. Slowly, I felt the pressure within me build as more and more water flowed into my belly.
She continued to kiss me as I undid her bra snaps. I could feel her belly starting to swell just as my belly began swelling. She began caressing my belly, feeling my skin pressing forth. I massaged her breasts, kissing the nipples. I could feel her belly press more and more into my own expanding belly.
As more water flowed into me, I felt something else happening. Her breasts were starting to bloat. I could feel her breasts press heavier and heavier into me as my belly pushed her own expanding belly up.
I felt my ass slowly begin to bloat with water and I could feel her breasts begin to stretch tightly against my chest. My belly was starting to get rather large now, pressing tightly against her own belly.
It would appear to an outside person that two pregnant women were having sex, but it was just plain water. And still, more water flowed freely into our expanding bodies.
Amy let out a moan as I could feel my arms beginning to bloat with water. Amy's arms, too, were bloating. She put her bloated arm around my neck and kissed me passionately. But, something else was happening.
It was starting to get harder and harder to reach Amy's face to kiss her. Our bellies were starting to create a gap between us. Her breasts continued to press against my chest and now, slowly, I could feel MY chest starting to bloat. Slowly, at first, I felt my chest expand with water.
Soon, my chest took on the appearance of breasts that pressed against Amy's own bloating breasts. I could feel Amy's heaviness press down harder and harder on my bloated body.
Slowly, but surely, our bodies began to become more spherical, our arms and legs slowly bloating outwards, getting heavier with water. Just as I was about to reach climax, I awoke in bed.
I was in a pool of sweat and sticky boxer shorts. Beside me was an article touting Dr. Amy Rachel's Escort Service. I began to grin and picked up the phone.
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I awoke in a waiting room of some sort. How did I get here?
I had a magazine in my hands, but it seemed to be in a different language. I put the magazine down and looked around. I was the only one in a waiting room built to seat at least 10 people. A receptionist typed quietly at a computer. I walked up to her.
She was about 35 years old and had on a headset and red-rimmed glasses. She reminded me of the operator from many television commercials about telephone companies.
"What am I doing here?" I asked her.
She looked over her red-rimmed glasses at me, and said, with a snicker, "Why, you're here to see Dr. Amy Rachel, of course."
Why didn't I recognize that name? Just then a door opened. The receptionist said, "The doctor will see you now."
Dr. Amy Rachel stood there, in a long white coat, holding a clipboard.
"Well, Mister..." she looked at the clipboard, "...Samuels. Please come in."
She opened the door wider and led me into the room. I was sort of in a daze as she closed the door.
Suddenly, she began unbuttoning her coat! She stuck out her lips to make them pouty and said, "Now, does the widdle boy have a tummy ache?"
Suddenly, I remembered why I was there. I had a recent bout with constipation and hadn't been able to 'go' for about 3 days. I could then feel the pain in my stomach. I nodded. "Awww... I fix that right up." She snapped a rubber glove onto her hand as she let her coat hang open, revealing a bra and panties...and nothing else.
"Okay, up on the table," she commanded. My memory seemed to be returning and I was not only here to clear up my constipation, but to have a little fun. It was a doctor's office/escort service. It was one of those places you find in an out of the way place in the middle of the city's red light disctrict. Why it didn't do more business, I didn't know but I was hoping to have some fun.
I hopped up on the table. "Yes, Doctor," I said.
"Call me Amy, please."
"Yes, Amy," I said shyly.
She approached me and pressed her warm breasts against my body. "Now, let's get these pants off." She grabbed my belt buckle and undid it, pulling it off my pants. I could feel myself getting aroused.
Finally, she pulled my pants and underwear off, causing Mr. Willy to stand at attention.
"Now, then, let's get rid of this nasty-wasty constipation that you have," she said turning around towards a sink.
She pulled a bag out of the cupboard and bent over the sink. Her well-rounded buttocks showed through her coat. I could hear water running, but could not see what she was doing.
Just then, she turned around, holding an enormous blue bag. It swayed and bulged as the water inside of it shifted. A long tube extended from the bottom of the bag, ending in a nozzle.
"Are you ready for your enema?"
I found myself protesting. "That's too much water. It's gotta be 10 gallons!"
"You're such a baby! I knew you were a baby. So, I've decided to take the enema with you." She held out another bag, just as large as the first. "Now, turn over onto your stomach."
I did. If she could take all that water, I certainly could. She grabbed my rear and slowly spread my buttocks. I felt something cold and slimy press into my crack. I felt the cold tube push into my anus and up, into my body.
"Okay, all done. Now, can you help me with mine? I turned back around, feeling the tube twist in my rear. I saw Amy remove the doctor's coat and slip the panties, revealing her tanned buttocks. I felt myself become aroused again. She bent over and I slathered some lubricant onto her nozzle. Timidly, I grabbed her buttocks and heard her moan with pleasure.
Slowly, I pushed the nozzle into her rectum about three inches. "All done," I said.
"Okay, now let's get rid of that nasty constipation and perhaps have a little fun while we're at it."
She got up onto the table, both bags hanging, swollenly, beside the table. She opened the valve on both bags and I could feel the warm water flow into me.
Amy laid on top of me and began kissing me. Slowly, I felt the pressure within me build as more and more water flowed into my belly.
She continued to kiss me as I undid her bra snaps. I could feel her belly starting to swell just as my belly began swelling. She began caressing my belly, feeling my skin pressing forth. I massaged her breasts, kissing the nipples. I could feel her belly press more and more into my own expanding belly.
As more water flowed into me, I felt something else happening. Her breasts were starting to bloat. I could feel her breasts press heavier and heavier into me as my belly pushed her own expanding belly up.
I felt my ass slowly begin to bloat with water and I could feel her breasts begin to stretch tightly against my chest. My belly was starting to get rather large now, pressing tightly against her own belly.
It would appear to an outside person that two pregnant women were having sex, but it was just plain water. And still, more water flowed freely into our expanding bodies.
Amy let out a moan as I could feel my arms beginning to bloat with water. Amy's arms, too, were bloating. She put her bloated arm around my neck and kissed me passionately. But, something else was happening.
It was starting to get harder and harder to reach Amy's face to kiss her. Our bellies were starting to create a gap between us. Her breasts continued to press against my chest and now, slowly, I could feel MY chest starting to bloat. Slowly, at first, I felt my chest expand with water.
Soon, my chest took on the appearance of breasts that pressed against Amy's own bloating breasts. I could feel Amy's heaviness press down harder and harder on my bloated body.
Slowly, but surely, our bodies began to become more spherical, our arms and legs slowly bloating outwards, getting heavier with water. Just as I was about to reach climax, I awoke in bed.
I was in a pool of sweat and sticky boxer shorts. Beside me was an article touting Dr. Amy Rachel's Escort Service. I began to grin and picked up the phone.