ten 7/17/08
Code: MMM/F, non-cons, impreg
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When Simon Scarlet and his wife Gina were knee deep in diapers and formula bottles, Gina came up with the ultimatum.
“I’m fat,” she demanded, rubbing the remaining traces of baby-belly. “I want to get my tummy tucked.”
Simon looked up from one of their cooing babies – a beautiful brown eyed boy called Pierce.
“You are NOT fat,” he snapped. “You’re absolutely beautiful.”
And as far as he was concerned, she was. His wife Gina was sixty inches of Italian American hotness. Short and sweet, she had a curvy, compact body that had just got a little softer and a little rounder after giving birth to an eight pound boy a couple of months earlier.
“No,” Gina stamped her foot. “I’m FAT.”
She jiggled her tummy again.
“I’m going to get a tummy tuck…” She hissed. “I want a flat belly like Denise Richards or something.”
Simon put down the bottle. Pierce immediately burst into tears.
“You are beautiful exactly the way you are,” Simon growled. “I don’t want you to have a THING done. And who the hell is Denise Richards?”
“That’s what the media are saying… But anyway. Tough luck,” Gina growled. “I have an appointment with the plastic surgeons tomorrow. I’ll need you to look after the babies, okay”
As if on cue, little baby Miko burst into tears in her bedside crib.
The sliding door swung open. A slim and attractive Asian woman peered though, her almond-shaped eyes bleary with sleep.
“It’s okay, Asagi,” Simon said soothingly. “I’ll deal with her.”
He raised himself from his chair and slid the bawling Pierce under one arm. With the other, he scooped up Miko and bobbed her up and down until her crying soothed.
By the time he’d got the two babies to calm down, Gina had stormed out of the kitchen.
Simon turned to the sleepy Asagi.
“When Gina gets an idea in her head…”
The following morning, Gina Scarlet rolled her Rav 4 into the parking lot of Parkington, Pinkerton and Plank, Plastic Surgeons by Appointment to Her Majesty the Queen.
They were apparently Long Island’s only Royal approved plastic surgeons – which seemed wildly improbable to Gina, but she was more worried about her apparent baby-belly than whether or not Elizabeth II approved of her choice of plastic surgeons or not.
She marched into the lobby and smiled at the gum-chewing blond behind the desk.
“I have an appointment with Dr Pinkerton at 9am.”
“Awww. Riiight. ‘Ang on a second, Luv. Ay’ll see if I gotcha in der book, awight?” The blonde flicked through the book. “Aww! ‘Ere you are! ‘Ang on a moment. The doc will be right out, awight?”
“Er… Okay.”
Gina nervously took a seat, picking up a six year old copy of Woman’s Weekly to flick through.
A few moments later, the gum-chewing girl bellowed: “Doc’s right ‘ere, luv. Come on through.”
Gina was guided down the corridor to a smart, well appointed office with a leather examination chair in the corner.
She stood in the doorway, until a crisp British accent beckoned her through.
“Mrs Scarlet!” From behind the desk, a scrawny little man in a white coat appeared, offering his hand. “Come on through, m’dear.”
Dr Pinkerton was a good looking little fellow, even if he was barely five feet tall and his hairline was receeding.
“Oh, m’dear. Come on through. Take a seat. Take a seat. Can I offer you a cup of tea? Earl Grey? Darjeeling?”
“Er, no, no,” Gina nervously sat down. “I’m fine.”
“Good, good. Excellent. Spiffing.” Dr Pinkerton sat down opposite her and clasped his hands together. “So tell me, m’dear. What brings a charming young lady such as yourself to our fine establishment?”
Gina jiggled her belly.
“This.” She explained.
“What?”
“This!” She lifted her blouse.
“Erm…” Pinkerton scratched his head. “I’m not sure exactly what you’re referring too…”
Gina pinched her belly fat together and pointed at it.
“That. THAT! This flab.”
“Oh.”
Pinkerton grabbed a pair of spectacles from his desk drawer and slid them onto his nose. Her peered at Gina’s exposed flesh.
“Well… I suppose we could have a look at it…”
“I want it gone…” Gina hissed.
“Well, why don’t I ask my colleagues to come in and examine it and see what we can do for you.”
Gina nodded thoughtfully. “Alright then.”
Rising from his desk, Pinkerton pointed towards the leather examination table in the corner of the room.
“I’ll tell you what. Hop out of your clothes and pop on that table and we’ll have a look at you,’ He headed towards the door. “I’ll be back in a moment, okay?”
As the door closed, Gina obediently unbuttoned her blouse and slid out of her skirt. Bra and panties landed in a pile on the floor. A moment later, she was peering a herself in the full length mirror, appraising her full, milk-filled breasts, round, ripe bottom and the slight circle of lingering fat around her small waist.
“Ugh,”
She hopped up onto the table.
A moment later, the door opened and Doctor Pinkerton returned.
His eyes widened when he saw Gina in all her naked glory.
“Ah! Wonderful!” Rubbing his hands together, Pinkerton reached for the draw of tools near his desk. “I’m just going to give you a little shot and then I’ll bring in my colleagues to examine you, okay?”
Gina sat up, covering her large breasts with her hands.
“A shot? What sort of shot?”
“Just something to relax you,” he promised, pulling a large hyperdemic from the drawer. “It’s necessary, I promise.”
“Well, okay,” Gina reluctantly nodded, “if it’s necessary…”
“Just roll over for me.”
Gina rolled onto her side, exposing her round, ripe rump to the British doctor.
He filled the syringe, flicked the shining needle and plunged it into her backside.
“Ow!”
But Gina’s protests quickly faded.
The plunger of the hyperdermic squeezed down. Gina’s backside was filled with sedative. The beautiful girl’s big, brown eyes grew heavy.
“Wow,” she slurred. “That’s pretty strong stuff…”
A moment later, she was snoring.
Doctor Pinkerton rolled her onto her back and checked her pulse and breathing. She was out cold.
He rubbed his hands together.
“Perfect.”
A few moments later, the leather examination table was rolled out of his office, down a corridor into a well lit surgical theatre.
There, wearing surgical gowns and nothing else, were two middle aged men.
Pinkerton slammed the brakes on the gurney and presented the slumbering, naked woman.
“Voila!’ The British doctor beamed. “May I present Mrs Scarlet.”
Doctor Plank, a rotund British man with a whiskery moustache, rubbed his hands together.
“Good lord! What a beauty! Where on earth did you find her?”
“She came in for some work,” Pinkerton beamed.
“Work,” the tall, grizzled doctor paced curiously around the slumbering brunette. “What work could she possibly want done. She’s PERFECT.”
Pinkerton shrugged.
“That’s what I thought.”
“Well. Why is she here?”
The smiling doctor rubbed his hands together.
“I thought a Plan C was called for,” Pinkerton beamed, “And as you’ll remember, that calls for a very thorough examination first…”
The three doctors paced around Gina’s sleeping, naked body.
Plank stopped off at the counter at the end of the surgical theatre and cracked open a bottle of bills. He tipped three little blue tablets into the palm of a hand and squirted water into three thimble-sized plastic cups. He handed them around to his colleagues.
“Ah, the miracle blue pill for the middle aged man,” Pinkerton beamed, as he swallowed the pill and washed it down with a swig of water. “Ta muchly, old bean!”
“S’not just normal Viagra, matey,” Plank winked, swallowing his own pill. “It’s a new fast-acting version of it. Not approved by the FDA yet, but I’ve got a chum in the know…”
“Fast acting? How fast…” Boing! Suddenly, the front of Parkington’s hospital gown bulged outward. He peered down at his distended crotch. “Good lord, that is fast…”
Plank was soon idly rubbing his own throbbing hard on through the crinkly material of his gown, while Pinkerton was stripping out of his suit and white coat.
The scrawny Englishman stood naked, his enormous erection jutting proudly from a neatly trimmed next of pubic hair. His Viagra-enhanced hardon seemed vastly out of proportion compared to the rest of his short, skinny body.
“Good work, Plank,” Pinkerton beamed, peering proudly down at his pulsating pecker. “This is simply spiffing!”
There was a rustling as Parkington and Plank both shrugged off their hospital robes. Then, the three naked, middle aged doctors circled Gina’s slumbering body and rubbed their hands together eagerly.
“Good lord, she’s beautiful,” Plank beamed, running his fingers across Gina’s serene face. He stroked her hair. His thumb brushed her full, lucious lips.
Instinctively, the sleeping girl’s lips parted and she sucked Plank’s thumb into her mouth.
She started sucking – creating a powerful, undulating vacuum that drew Plank’s thick thumb into her mouth right up to the second knuckle.
“I say!”
“Oh, the suckling,” Pinkerton nodded, peering over his colleague’s freckled shoulder. “Yes… Side effect of the sedative, old bean. Damn strange thing, though. She must revert to her basest, most primitive urges while unconscious.”
“The urge to suckle?”
“Exactly, sport.”
“Crikey. Interesting side effect…” With a guilty glance left and right, Plank shuffled forward until his thighs hit the cold metal of the examination table. Then he slid his thumb from Gina’s suckling lips with a ‘slurp’ and eagerly pressed the swollen, throbbing head of his engorged penis against her mouth.
Obediantly, unconsciously, Gina swallowed it up.
“Good God!” Plank swooned in pleasure.
Her cheeks hollowed, lips stretched around the thick circumference of his veiny cock, Gina started sucking eagerly. Plank gripped the side of the gurney hard, astounded at the pleasure of her wet, warm mouth.
While the whiskery Plank was enjoying Gina’s talented, if oblivious blow-job technique, the grizzled Parkington was examining the rest of her body.
His calloused fingers stroked her soft skin.
“Oh, it’s delicious,” he purred. “So soft and smooth… And what a lovely olive complexion she has. Italian?”
Pinkerton checked his notepad.
“According to her forms, she’s part Jew as well.”
“Oh, how lovely. A real dusky, Mediterranean maiden.”
His bony fingers caressed Gina’s stomach. He examined the ‘flab’ she was so upset about.
“A little softness,” he mused. “A few stretch marks. Nothing major. In fact, I think she looks rather attractive the way she is.”
“Oh, I concur,” Pinkerton agreed. The naked Doctor had just stepped to the end of the examination table and was yanking out two hinged stirrups from the underside. “She’s lovely. A tummy tuck would just give her two ugly scars…”
Parkington nodded. His hands moved up, tracing a path along Gina’s ribcage until they cupped her heavy, engorged breasts.
They were large and heavy – more than a handful for even the doctor’s big paws. He idly squeezed one of her enormous brown nipples between thumb and forefinger. A squirt of milk dribbled out.
“And still lactating, I see,” Parkington mused cheerfully. He squeezed her breasts roughly, lowering his head to lap up the dribbling milk. “Very nutritious, you know,” he purred, before his lips encircled Gina’s nipple and he started mirroring the suckling motions she was making.
So while the unconscious Gina was suckling on Plank’s engorged cock – and Parkington was eagerly suckling on her milk, it was left to Pinkerton to heft her short little legs into the stirrups and fold down the base of the examination table. He whistled tunelessly while he worked.
Within minutes, Gina’s bottom was balanced on the edge of the table, while her thighs were lifted and spread by the examination stirrups. This left her pussy, inner thighs and lower buttocks totally exposed to the perverted doctor.
“She’s shaved, I see,” Pinkerton beamed, spreading her labia with his bony fingers. “And completely healed from giving birth.” Reaching under the table, he produced a bottle of examination lubrication and squirted the clear, slick gel onto his fingers. A moment later, two of them were pressing against Gina’s pussy lips and sliding inexorably inside.
“Oh…. Lovely and tight, despite recently giving birth.” He pulled his fingers from her glistening pussy and dropped them down an inch, until he was pressing his fingertips against the wrinkled brown starfish of her asshole.
He pushed.
“Gosh! So tight!”
Reluctantly, Gina’s clenched sphincter relaxed enough for his well-lubricated fingers to ‘pop’ past the resistance and slide inside her hieney.
“Even tighter!” Pinkerton’s smile widened. His cock throbbed. “Oh, she’s tighter than a forth grade prep-school boy. This’ll remind me of being back at boarding school in England!”
With that, Pinkerton allowed Gina’s clenching butt muscles to expel his fingers and, squirting another glob of lubricant into his palm, he used them to grease up his straining, throbbing erection.
Glistening with lube, Pinkerton eagerly pressed the swollen head of his cock against Gina’s tightly clenched little butt… and pushed.
It took a lot of effort. Her tight little rump was steadfastly refusing to open up for the swollen intruder. But after a minute of pushing, the lube helped slip through the resistance and Gina’s ass opened up like a flower, allowing the doctor to sink his shaft inside her.
“Oh, heavens!” His eyes closed, Pinkerton shuffled forward, sinking into Gina’s backside right up to his balls. “This is exquisite!”
But neither Plank nor Parkington were listening. Plank was still enjoying Gina’s enthusiastic, gobbling mouth, while Parkington was feasting on her breast-milk, his enormous erection throbbing as he idly pumped it with his free hand.
So Pinkerton abandoned the running commentary and concentrated on the delicious sensation of his engorged manhood sliding in and out of the velvety grip of Gina’s asshole. He was stretching her wide, sinking deeper into her anus on every thrust. It felt wonderful… Like every inch of his long shaft was being caressed.
Pinkerton’s thrusts picked up speed – until he was hammering quite roughly into Gina’s butt. The gurney rattled. Gina’s floppy, unconscious body jiggled as he fucked her.
Plank didn’t mind a bit – each inward thrust would send Gina’s head lurching forward – and his cock sinking another inch down her throat.
But Parkington was not amused.
He straightened up, breast milk dribbling down his whiskers.
“I say, do you mind old man? Some of us are trying to eat?”
“Terribly sorry,” Pinkerton apologized, not relenting on the speed or roughness of his thrusts. “I’m nearly done, though.”
He gazed up Gina’s prostate body. Now released from Parkington’s grip, her swollen, milk filled breasts wobbled back and forth at each thrust.
“Oh yes,” Pinkerton groaned, gripping Gina’s buttocks in his bony fingers and spreading them wide beneath him. “This is it… I’m close…”
His cock swelled inside her. Pinkerton felt his sperm spurt into her spasming butt.
“Oh God!” One spurt. Then another. Then Pinkerton’s eyes glazed as his orgasm continued.
“Good show, old man,” Parkington clapped his hands. “Right up her bum!”
His sperm firmly spurted into her ravished rump, Pinkerton let Gina’s tight muscles force his flaccid cock out. It slapped wetly on the leather, drained and limp.
Sweating, the skinny doctor took a wobbly step back.
“I say,” he grinned. “That was tremendous.”
He and Parkington examined his handiwork. Between Gina’s sweaty buttocks, her little brown asshole was swollen and red. A dribble of creamy cum oozed down onto the leather table.
“You know, old chum,” Parkington wiped the breast milk from his moustache. “I think I might partake of a bit of sodomy now.” His eyes narrowed. “Or maybe I’ll give that lovely pudenda of hers a plunder. What d’you think?”
“Sloppy seconds? Or virgin territory? Your choice, old bean.”
“Hardly virgin territory,” Parkington barked. “She just popped a sprog…” He grinned lasciviously. “Wouldn’t mind giving it a go, though.”
Holding out his hand, Parkington waited for his colleague to spurt a big dollop of lubricant into it. Then, slathering up his dick, he took Pinkerton’s position between Gina’s spread thighs and aimed his swollen cockhead at the pink, hairless lips of her pussy.
Like a moist flower, her cunt opened up under the pressure. Parkington’s hard cock sunk inside.
“Oh, it’s like butter,” he moaned. “Like warm, hot butter.”
Soon, he was buried into Gina’s pussy up to his wrinkled balls. Instead of thrusting, he just ground his hips, grinding himself against her and feeling the warm embrace of her moist, delicious cunt.
Meanwhile, at Gina’s head, Plank was babbling incoherently.
“Oh, good lord,” he groaned, gripping the gurney for support. “Lil’ slut’s going to finish me off…”
His buttocks clenched. Plank groaned, spittle dribbling down his cheek.
“I’m coming! Oh, Christ! It’s a geyser!”
He exploded into Gina’s mouth.
Gina remained unconscious, but her eyes screwed tightly shut as her mouth was filled with hot, salty sperm. She continued to suck, her cheeks bulging with his fluid. Her throat bulged as she instinctively swallowed.
Plank let her suck him dry, swallowing each salty spurt. Eventually, when the suckling on his flaccid cock became too intense, he reluctantly pulled his limp dick from her mouth. The suction broke with a ‘pop.’ White, creamy cum dribbled down the sleeping girl’s cheek.
Panting for breath, Plank wiped his wet cock on Gina’s luxurious black hair and staggered back. His face was red. His chest was heaving.
“That was marvelous,” he beamed. “Haven’t had a suck job like that since shore leave in Saigon.”
Cheerfully, the naked doctor waddled to the end of the gurney and stood behind Pinkerton. They both watched their colleague as he gently fucked Gina’s defenceless pussy.
Parkington was in heaven. Gina’s moist, hot cunt was delicious. As he plunged his pulsating pecker deeper and deeper into her depth, he felt a familiar tingle develop in his balls that warned him explosion was near.
“Don’t have the stamina I used to, boys,” he apologized, turning from grinding to pumping, his flabby belly slapping wetly against Gina’s sweaty skin. “Think I’m going to shoot my muck soon enough.”
Plank and Pinkerton crossed their arms and smiled good naturedly.
“Don’t hold back on our account.”
“Yes, enjoy yourself. It’s what the slut’s here for.”
“Jolly good,” with renewed vigor, the whiskery doctor humped and pumped and plundered his unconscious victim’s pussy.
As he thrust, he reached up and gripped her undulating breasts with his big hands. He squeezed, the soft flesh bulging between his fingers. Gripping her milk-sacs hard enough to bruise her skin, Parkington fucked with the vigor of a man half his age.
“I’m going to come,” he suddenly announced. His thrusts quickened. “D’you think this slut’s on any form of birth control?”
Plank beamed: “Shouldn’t think so. Not if she’s breastfeeding.”
“And she’ll be fertile as a turtle,” Pinkerton added. “All those lovely hormones whizzing around. Women who’ve just given birth can get knocked up at the drop of a hat.”
“Yes,” snorted Plank. “A hat full of come!”
“Very good,” Parkington grinned. The thought of coming inside this sexy, fertile new mother drove him over the edge. His balls constricted. “Well, my yummy little mummy, here it comes, ready or not!”
Thrusting himself as deeply into Gina’s pussy as he could, the whiskery doctor’s sperm squirted deep inside of her. He pumped her full, feeling each gush spurt perilously close to what he fantasized was a ripe, unfertilized egg.
Eventually, panting, the exhausted doctor slid his flaccid cock from her moist depths with a ‘slurp.’ It was followed by a cascade of come, dribbing down between her buttocks onto the leather table.
“Hope enough stayed inside her,” he mused, wiping his sticky cock on Gina’s splayed thigh.
The three doctors, red faced and drained, gathered around their unconscious victim and smiled with satisfaction.
The sleeping Gina looked thoroughly disheveled and debased. Her body was glistening with sweat. Red handprints marked her breasts and thighs. Silvery sperm glinted on her hair, ran down her chin and bubbled from her red, engorged pussy and asshole.
“Good work, gents,” Pinkerton shook his colleagues hands. “Now if you don’t mind, I’d better get her back to my office before that sedative wears off…”
The drugs took their time to wear off. When Gina’s heavy eyelids eventually lifted, she found herself rolled on her side, naked and lying on the same examination table she’d fallen unconscious on.
She felt… strange. Exhausted. Sweaty. Sticky.
Sitting up, Gina turned and looked at Doctor Pinkerton, who was sitting innocently behind his desk in his white coat, filling in paperwork.
“Er… Doctor?”
The friendly physician looked up.
“Ah! Mrs Scarlet! You’re awake! I thought you’d sleep all day.”
“W-what happened?” Gina licked her lips. “Why does my mouth taste salty?”
“Side effect of the drugs,” Pinkerton beamed. It’s perfectly normal.
Gina woozily tried to get off the leather examination table. Her legs buckled.
“Woah, steady on,” Pinkerton sprang to his feet and gallantly supported her, helping the naked housewife waddle drunkenly to the chair where her clothes were neatly folded. “It’ll take a minute to get your balance back.”
“Why do I feel so… so…”
“So what, m’dear?”
“Well,” Gina blushed as she said it. “Fucked, to tell the truth.”
She meant ‘fucked’ as in exhausted, but Pinkerton smirked when he considered how true it was.
“While you were unconscious,” the doctor explained, “my colleagues and I tried something… Take a look at yourself in the mirror.”
Gina skeptically peered at herself in the full length mirror.
Her body was covered in red hand prints. She felt sticky. Dirty, somehow…
“Look at your tummy, m’dear.”
Dazed and confused, she did as she was told.
“Gosh! It’s gone down!”
Her hand stroked where her imaginary baby bulge had been.
“Exactly. Some massage – hence the hand prints – and some herbal infusions and look what we could do.”
Gina proudly examined her new ‘flatter’ stomach, even though Pinkerton knew full well the ‘miraculous’ result was probably half in her imagination and half the result of all those calories she’d burnt being roughly sodomised and fucked in her sleep.
“Oh, doctor Pinkerton!” She beamed. “This is great! And no scars, either!” she wrapped her arms around the doctor, pressing her naked body against him.
“Please, please, m’dear,” Pinkerton feigned embarrassment. “It was nothing.”
“It’s not nothing. I look wonderful.”
“Now that,” the British doctor purred wickedly, “I can agree with.”
Gina hurriedly pulled on her clothes. As Pinkerton watched her, he noticed a glob of sperm dribble from her pussy and down her inner thigh. He froze…
But the oblivious housewife didn’t notice. Instead, she buttoned up her jeans and pulled up her blouse to show off her ‘new’ slimmer stomach.
Watching her expose more flesh, Doctor Pinkerton felt a bulge grow inside his trousers. After his adventures of that afternoon, he was reluctant to send this adorable New York housewife off into the wilderness without a chance to see her again.
“Just to be on the safe side, you’d better come back next week for a follow up exam,” Pinkerton beamed. He reminded himself to purchase more of that sedative he’d used…
So bouncing cheerfully, completely oblivious of the three loads of sperm she had sloshing around her body (one in each of her delicious orifices) Gina Scarlet strolled sexily out to her car and pulled out of the parking lot. She couldn’t wait to show her husband her sexy ‘flatter’ tummy.
Doctor Pinkerton watched her drive away. He couldn’t wait to see that sexy body of hers again either. It was a pity seven days was such a long time to wait.