Chris’s head was throbbing, along with a few other things. How in the WORLD did he end up like this? What had started out as a standard first-day orientation for his new position at a fertility clinic, had quickly turned into a scene out of a fetishist's wet dream during a tour of one of the exam rooms.
The two nurses who had initially been running him through information about the company, benefits, and work schedule had convinced Chris into “experiencing” firsthand what treatment would be like. Having his wrists and ankles bound along the exam table was weird but the way in which the nurse had almost sultrily suggested it had given him little pause to any sense of what was to happen next. Once the bands were on it was moments later that Alexis, the exceptionally pear-shaped nurse, had pulled his pants and underwear all the way down.
“Hey, what the fu...” was all Chris got out before Dawn, a rather top-heavy looking nurse, affixed a mask-like apparatus over his face. Before he could figure out what had just happened, he began feeling fluid being pumped into the mask and his open mouth. Risking ingestion instead of choking, he quickly found the substance to be warm and sweet, though that fact did little to calm his mounting nerves. In lieu of Chris’ shocked and worried expression, Alexis began calmly reviewing his new responsibilities at the company.
“Here at the clinic, we pride ourselves on producing a naturally processed fertility aid to those folks in need of a boost.” An odd sensation started to form at the base of Chris’ cock which quickly grew into a warm buzz along his shaft and balls.
Alexis continued. “The formula we use is quite potent and requires careful processes wherein we dilute the concentrate by use of natural means.” At this, Alexis looked over at Dawn, who had since sat in the chair behind Chris. Her breasts were exposed, and she had affixed suction cups to her nipples.
A steady fluid of light blue was being sucked through the tubes and, to Chris’ shock, into the tank to which his mask was attached.
“You see, without diluting the formula our clients would all grow to unreasonable proportions. Which is why your position is so important here.” As Alexis spoke, she slowly caressed his balls, which upon pulling his gaze away from Dawn, he saw were now the size of grapefruits. “The formula is proudly unisex and we need to filter it through both a woman and a man prior to distribution.”
Alexis patted his balls which were now bloated out to volleyball size. “Your role here will be as head of our processing division. Since our last division head outgrew the position, you are really helping us out by diving right into your role.”
While his balls were now pushing beach balls size, Chris's cock was pushing a foot or more and growing, though more out of his growing arousal. With the soft moans of Dawn filling the back corner of the room, his own swelling manhood pressing upward, and balls filling the space between his legs, Chris was having a hard time maintaining his sense of being in any danger.
Alexis hungrily stared at Chris's cock and balls and, stroking his cock, expressed, “Not to put any more pressure on you, big guy, but we really need to catch up on our backorders.”
Chris hungrily sucked down the fluid and thought, “best job ever!”
Tags: multiple expansions, bondage, penis enlargement, breast expansion, science, lactation, milking
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Story by Felix Greggory |
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Artwork by ArtSteady-Andrea Errico |
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