I was too young for a colonoscopy but there I was, sitting inside the office of an internal medicine specialist, waiting for a consultation. As I sat in the waiting room I noticed everyone else in the room was either elderly or overweight. I pulled out a weight lifting magazine, put on my headphones and began what I knew was going to be a long wait to see the doctor.
I was only a few paragraphs into a great article on front squats versus regular squats when the door swung open. A large woman wearing white shorts and a red tank-top burst into the waiting room and looking around the room she took the bag she was carrying, threw it on the chair next to me and went up to the reception desk. She signed the form and then sat down next to me.
As I sat in my chair reading I could see her scanning me up and down out of the corner of my eye. She clearly wanted me to look up at her so she could annoy me with conversation. I ignored her visual cues to look so she finally reached over, tapped my leg, and said, “Excuse me.”
I turned down the volume on my mp3 player and said, “Yes?”
I used a tone that told her I did not want to be bothered but she ignored it. She said, “Have you ever played that game ‘one of these is not like the others?’”
I said, “What? You mean the kindergarten game? Yes, of course. Why?”
She smiled and said, “Take a look around honey. You are the one that is not like the others. What’s your story?”
I love talking about myself so I pulled my headphones down around my neck and said, “Yeah I noticed that too. Everyone is old or, I mean, they are uh.”
I started turning red as I realized I was about to call her fat. She laughed and said, “Or fat? Yes, Dr. Johnson specializes in gastric bypasses and internal diseases that usually plague the elderly. So why are you here?”
I said, “They want to run some tests on me. I might have one of those diseases normally reserved for the elderly.”
She reached out with both hands, ran her fingers along my arms, squeezed my biceps and said, “I didn’t think a big strong guy like you, reading a bodybuilding magazine, was here to have a gastric bypass.”
I said, “What are you here for?”
The woman said, “Isn’t it obvious? I am here for a consultation on a gastric bypass surgery. I just hope I can get rid of this without getting rid of this.”
As she said this she tapped her fat legs and squeezed her stomach to identify the “this” that she wanted to get rid of. Then she pushed her breasts up and together to identify the “this” that she wanted to keep.
Her massive breasts, pushed up and together, in that ridiculously small red tank-top, somehow captured my undivided attention and momentarily left me speechless. I finally became aware of the awkward silence and in my desperate attempt to hide the fact that she had successfully held me spellbound with her fat breasts I said, “I would certainly hope not.”
As soon as I said it I wanted to catch the words in mid-air and pull them back into my mouth but it was too late. The woman said, “Hmm, so you like Janelle’s assets do you? Maybe I shouldn’t get the surgery if a cute guy like you likes what he sees.”
I honestly did not like what I saw except for her breasts. I had never seen such large breasts before. I had always wondered why overweight women wore tank-tops and skin tight shirts but now it kind of made sense. If breasts were her assets then those clothes showed them off. As these thoughts went through my head I blurted out, “If you are going to lose your assets then definitely not. I would definitely ask the doctor what the odds are.”
She said, “Thanks. That is exactly what I am going to do.”
Just then the nurse came out and called my name. I said, “It was nice to meet you.”
She smiled at me and said, “Likewise.”
As I walked into the office I struggled with the feelings inside me. There was no way I wanted to date some huge woman but her breasts lingered in my memory. And my arms still tingled from her touch. She had definitely unnerved me. An hour later I had met with the doctor, he had decided to go ahead with the colonoscopy and I left the office.
I went straight to the gym and did a brutal workout knowing that I would not be able to workout for almost a week after the procedure. There were lots of thin fit women in the gym and soon the large spellbinding breasts in the waiting room were just a distant memory.
Two weeks later I was on a surgical table in what the anesthesiologist referred to as a twilight sleep. Every time I started to become aware of my surroundings I also became aware of the pain in my ass and lifted my hand. He administered more anesthetic and as I drifted off again the pain went away. The last time I became aware I felt like I was moving. I felt pain in my ass again and when I lifted my hand a woman’s voice said, “You’re out of the surgery room. We’ll get you a shot of pain killer just as soon we get you into the recovery room. Can you hold on for another minute?”
I shook my head yes and the nurse wheeled me the rest of the way into the recovery room. She administered a shot and in no time the pain was gone and I felt high as a kite. I thanked her and she left me.
Sometime later a different nurse came to my bed and said, “Are you ready to go down to outpatient recovery?”
I said, “Oh sure. What does that mean?”
The nurse said, “This is surgical recovery. Outpatient will monitor you and when they feel you are ready they will send you home.”
She gave me another shot for my pain and wheeled me down to outpatient. When I got there another nurse took my bed, rolled it into an empty spot and pulled my curtains shut. Just then another nurse appeared and said, “It looks like the procedure went well. The doctor said he will have results in a few days and will call you at home. Is your ride waiting for you somewhere in the hospital?”
I said, “No, I need to call him when I’m ready to go home.”
The nurse said, “That won’t be necessary. I will take you home with me.”
I looked up and realized it was the woman from the waiting room. I said, “Hey, I didn’t know you were a nurse here.”
She took my IV, administered another shot and said, “I’m not honey. I tricked Dr. Johnson’s office into telling me when your surgery was scheduled. I got your name when the nurse called for you. It wasn’t too difficult to get a nurse’s outfit and here I am.”
I started to float from the shot she gave me and as the drug kicked in I said, “You just gave me a shot. Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”
She smiled and said, “Oh yes honey, I know exactly what I’m doing.”
She reached up, unzipped the top to her nurses outfit and exposed some three quarters of her breasts. Then she said, “Today is the day that I am going to use my breasts to finish what I started in the waiting room.”
My speech slurred as I tried to ask, “What did you start in the waiting room?”
Janelle said, “I had you right where I wanted you with you unable and unwilling to look away from my breasts, responding to my suggestions and blurting out whatever was on your mind. I thought about following you out to your car but when the nurse called you by your full name I hatched this plan. Now be a good boy and look at my big soft beautiful breasts. You know you want to and you know I want you to.”
They really were incredibly sexy and while I thought they had a profound effect on me the first time I felt a complete abandonment of self control when I looked at them this time. I just stared for a moment before I said, “Your breasts make me happy.”
Before I regretted each time I blurted out but I just did not seem to have a care or worry in the whole world. She pulled her top apart allowing them to fall out of her nurse top and said, “Not happy my dear boy; they make you feel submissive, so very submissive. And the longer you look at my mesmerizing breasts the easier it is for you to submit to my will.”
I am not sure if it was the drugs or getting to see her breasts in the flesh or maybe it was both but I completely missed the significance of what she had said. I just smiled at her breasts and suddenly feeling very submissive I said, “Yes of course. Your breasts make me submissive.”
She said, “I know you want to touch them my dear submissive pet but I need you to do me a little tiny favor. You do want to do a little favor for me don’t you?”
My head was spinning part from the drugs and part from pure lust and I eagerly shook my head yes. She said, “Yes, of course you do. I knew you would. I decided to skip the gastric bypass surgery so I had my assets ready for your enjoyment. Now all you have to do for me is enjoy them. Just look at them and feel how sleepy they make you. They are so soft, so feminine and so inviting causing you to feel so submissive and so sleepy. Enjoy my breasts and relax even more for me. When I bury my breasts into your face I want you to take a deep breath, let out a sigh of pleasure and sink into a deep sleep.”
There was an ever so faint presence of mind that her wanting me to sleep for her was not a normal part of a woman seducing a man but I was way too delirious and aroused to put too much thought into it. And before I could really even process any more thoughts her breasts made contact with my face and I found myself in a deep sleep. Then Janelle said, “You are deeply hypnotized and must obey me. I am your new mistress and you are my love slave. What are you?”
I submissively replied, “I am your love slave.”
For some reason this just sounded so natural. This woman had gotten under my skin from the moment I had met her. Intellectually I knew she had broken the law by impersonating a nurse and drugging me. She had then used that drug induced state to hypnotize me with her breasts. There obviously was a lot of bells and whistles going off screaming foul play but those were all silenced by my intense desire to be her love slave. I wanted those breasts and the rest of her in my bedroom or her bedroom or wherever she chose. I was hers now and it just seemed like exactly what I wanted and needed.
Janelle said, “Wow, I can’t believe it worked. You are mine! Hmm, I can’t wait to take my trophy love slave home and get to some loving. Unfortunately I think today my little love slave needs some rest to recover from your surgical procedure so I am just going to have to wait to have my pussy licked until tomorrow. Are you ready to come home with me slave?”
I said, “Yes Janelle, I am ready.”
Janelle pushed her breasts into my face and said, “My dear submissive slave I should explain the new rules to you. I am Janelle when we are in public together but I am your mistress when we are alone. What am I when we are alone?”
I smiled at the thought of having a mistress and said, “You are my mistress.”
She said, “That’s better. It feels so good to submit to me and to call me mistress. It feels so good to have me call you slave. When the nurse wheels you out to my car it will feel even better to climb into my car knowing that you will have the opportunity to rest today and begin your life as my love slave tomorrow. I am going to leave now. When I close the curtains I want you to awaken from your trance and announce to the main nurse that you are ready to go home. Even after you awaken you will still be my slave and will have to obey me just as you do when you are hypnotized. Is that clear slave?”
I said, “Yes mistress.”
She kissed my forehead and said, “Then I will see you at the patient pick up point.”
Janelle left me and when the curtains closed I awoke. I paged my nurse and announced that I was ready to go home. After some paperwork and a clothes change I was ready to be wheeled to the pick up point.
As Janelle pulled up I felt my heart swell with adoration and desire and I smiled from ear to ear. The nurse looked at my smile and said, “Wow, you two must really be in love.”
Janelle’s window was down and as she killed the engine she said, “Oh we are. I can’t wait to get my man home and take care of him.”
The nurse helped me get into the car and then we drove off. The nurse waved and Janelle looked over at me and said, “Today I take care of you and tomorrow you take care of your sexual responsibilities.”
I thought about those massive breasts and finally seeing my mistress completely naked and as I smiled yet again I said, “Yes mistress, I am looking forward to it.”
She patted my face and said, “I know you are slave, I know you are.”