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Highly Specialized Talents
🕑 Added 2023-09-20 20:07:51 +0000 UTCSylvie reclined on the leather couch, steepling her manicured fingers as she regarded the doctor.
"So you can perform this...modification?" she asked, crimson lips curved into a smile.
"Yes, with a simple outpatient procedure we can install a one-way port in your mouth allowing access to your breast expanders," Dr. Renard replied. "You'll be able to fill your expanders by drinking saline through the port. Quite ingenious really."
"Indeed," Sylvie purred. "I want this done as soon as possible. My clients have been begging for new ways to...engage with my talents."
The doctor suppressed a smile. Sylvie's reputation as an elite courtesan was well known in certain circles. Her exaggerated proportions and special skills satisfied even the most discerning patrons. This new modification would take her talents to the next level.
"We'll schedule the procedure for this Friday," Dr. Renard said. "We'll insert the port just under your tongue. It will be virtually undetectable except for a small scar. The tubing will run down your throat to connect to the fill ports in your expanders."
"Perfect," said Sylvie. Ever since getting her first set of expanders, she'd been addicted to the sensation of growing bigger and bigger. This new oral port would allow her clients to participate in the process like never before.
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Madam, your 7 pm appointment is ready for you.
Sylvie: Thank you, Antoinette. Please send him in.
A tall, darkly handsome man walks through the door. His tailored suit clings perfectly to his muscular frame.
"Good evening, Mr. Drake. How may I be of service this evening?" Sylvie purrs, her full lips turned up in a seductive smile.
"Oh, my dear Madam Sylvie, I need your special talents tonight," Mr. Drake says, his voice low and gravelly. He sits on the leather couch and pats the space next to him.
Sylvie glides over, her voluptuous figure barely contained by the shiny black latex dress. She sits, crossing her long legs slowly. The dress pulls tight across her expansive chest, amplifying her already extreme hourglass figure.
"Tell me what you desire," she whispers into his ear.
"I want to see you grow," he breathes. "Become so huge you can't move."
Sylvie smiles knowingly. "I know just what will satisfy your craving."
She leads him to a dimly lit room. In the center lies a mat, tubes snaking from the walls. She hands him a hose and kneels gracefully.
"Fill me up until I burst," she purrs.
He inserts the hose between her plump lips. At the control panel, he turns the nob. Sylvie moans as cool saline flows into the tubes. She feels her chest swell as the liquid fills her expanders. Bigger, rounder, fuller. Soon she is pinned on her stomach, immobile under the weight of her inflated chest.
"More," she mumbles through the hose. Obliging, he gives another turn. Her vision blurs as pleasure racks her voluptuous body. Engorged and helpless, she is at his mercy. And they have only just begun.
Sylvie felt electrified by the cool saline flooding into her expanders. With each second, her breasts grew larger, rounder, fuller - surging outward as they were pumped to their absolute limits. She was helpless, immobile, pinned to the floor by the sheer volume of her chest. Yet still, she craved more.
"Mmmmm," she moaned into the hose, signaling for Mr. Drake to keep going. He was an audible creaking as Sylvie's latex dress strained against the onslaught of new volume. Then, suddenly - *rrrip!* - it split right down the front, unable to contain her rapidly expanding bust.
Mr. Drake gasped at the sight. Sylvie's breasts were now cartoonishly huge, overflowing with saline. The skin was pulled taut and shiny, crisscrossed with veins. Her nipples, swollen to the size of saucers, pointed skyward. She looked obscene, vulgar - and utterly irresistible.
Leaning in close, Mr. Drake murmured, "Do you want more, my dear? I don't know how much more your perfect body can take."
"Mmmph," Sylvie mumbled in assent, already addicted to the feeling of relentless expansion, of being stretched to her very limits. She was determined to push herself farther than she'd ever gone before.
Again the nob turned, sending a fresh flood of cool liquid into her tortured skin. Sylvie screamed into the hose, the sound muffled. She thought she might burst right then and there. But miraculously, her skin held, continuing to expand under the onslaught.
By now her breasts were utterly freakish, each one the size of a bean bag chair and pinning her firmly in place. She felt delirious, drunk on the sensation of her trembling, swollen flesh. All she could do was silently beg for more...
Mr. Drake could deny her nothing. Again the nob turned, and again, and again...Sylvie was beyond thought now, lost in a haze of agonized pleasure. Her only purpose in life was to grow, bigger and bigger forever. She never wanted this night to end.
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Super sized? Immobilized?! STORY-IZED?! Now this is my kinda content ππ
