Joey Gets Examined by Stefan
Part One : THE PASSION FOR PECS
Joey admitted it: for the past year he had let his bodybuilding almost totally consume his life - and it had paid off.
At eighteen he was one of the youngest guys in his gym and also one of the best built. He had weight-trained since he was 13 years old and the past year had seen him make incredible muscle gains, particularly with the amount of muscle he had added to his already-oversized chest muscles. Since giving up competitive swimming in college, Joey had gone for broke with his chest development -- and his body had responded to his mind's desire.
Everyone stared at him in public, even though he always wore loose clothing to hide his abnormally large muscular chest. And always he was in two minds: he longed to be the centre of attention and be stared at like the piece of submissive muscular meat that he was. He also longed to be groped and felt by other males and hear their words of praise about his muscular physique as their hungry hands felt him up.
Part of him wanted to be put down and criticised -- even humiliated -- for he knew it turned him on. Yet few of these urges he could explain. He just had them, and enjoyed their intensity.
But despite the stares he attracted especially from other males, he didn't even attempt to socialise with the other guys in the gym and elsewhere. He kept to himself and reduced his life to a minimum of contact with other human beings. He had his work as a stacker at the local supermarket, his life at home with his parents and his six visits to the gym each week.
But he longed to have a man who would take over control of his life, to appreciate his body and make him his own property. He had read about the way all the Greek men of ancient times had taken boy lovers for their own -- not just for sex but to nurture and love and teach. But times had changed and he contented himself with his annual trip to the doctor for a routine check-up. He found a new doctor had replaced his old one.
Part Two : DOCTOR, MY DOCTOR
"Do you now why I am spending so much time feeling your pecs,?" the doctor asked Joey. The boy shook his head although he assumed it was just something that Doc liked to do.
"Well, even men can develop breast cancer, so it is important that I examine your pecs most thoroughly."
"Here," the doctor said while patting his hand on the table. "Come sit on the edge here so I can get a better feel."
The muscular teenager complied, as he always did when someone in authority directed him. Lacking back support on the table, the young bodybuilder leaned forward, his pendulous breasts sitting like two heaving sentinels above his trim waist.
Before resuming his quest, the Dr. took in the picture, fantasizing about burying his face in the silky warmth of the boy's torso. He gently cupped one meaty breast under a hand to survey its weight.
"That's quite a job you've done with these," remarked the Dr. approvingly.
"Thanks," said the young man, especially proud of his pec development. "I work out a lot, and it seems my chest grows the best."
"Indeed," replied the Doc, while still slowly sampling the smooth, supple, heavy breast-meat and contemplating his next move on the nearly hairless Adonis.
"Breathe deep for me," he commanded, and the heaving melons were next prodded with a stethoscope.
"When was the last time you had a check-up?" the Doctor asked.
"Well, I don't ..."
"Let's do one now," the Doctor said without waiting for his growing teen to recall.
"We'll start with some stats. Over here." He directed the boy to stand on a mat, had him raise his arms, which he secured at the wrists to two straps, and the boy was lifted slightly off the ground and his weight shown on a scale.
This gave the horny doc an opportunity to steady the hanging beefy stud with two hands on his tan, muscled torso. He knew it must have been uncomfortable for Joey and this gave him an added thrill. A helpless muscleboy hanging there, with breasts so huge that they bulged even in this stretched state.
After releasing him, the doc took out a tape measure to measure some body parts. The proud bodybuilder filled his lungs with air as the tape was stretched around his thick chest, and then his tapered waist was measured next -- twice "for good measure," assured doc.
The doctor felt the boy's body heat.
He continued with bicep neck and quads measurements. "This will allow us to gauge progress," said the doc with detached professionalism. The boy was delighted his new doc cared about his muscle growth.
Next, from behind the lad the doctor's warm hands tenderly felt the naive boy's lymph nodes, then under arms, them sliding his hands along the young stud's sleek belly and thick quads as though the lad was a prize steer. He noticed the boy's heart was beating faster, sweat dripped from under his arms, and a swelling appeared under the lad's shorts. "Excellent!" thought the doctor. "He likes it too!"
"Don't be embarrassed at that," he assured the young man. "It's quite common, and a sign of good health. Now let me slide off these boxers."
The boy would have been embarrassed at being inspected naked, but his growing erection only added to his embarrassment. The doc playfully padded the now uncovered butt, noting a deep and low tan line.
"Turn around to face me." The lad's swollen dick nearly struck the doc in the face. "Turn your head and cough," directed the MD, with one hand feeling a testicle and the other placed gently on the lad's smooth and firm tummy. The doc looked up to enjoy the view of the lad's naked middle torso inches from his hungry mouth. But he resisted the temptation to use his mouth -- how unprofessional! The teenager now only wanted relief from his sexual tension.
"Now turn around and bend low for a prostate test. Is this your first? You're young, but you never know..." The muscle boy was surprised and a bit embarrassed to feel the Dr's greased finger probe up his ass hole, but it didn't hurt...
The doc supported the lad's torso with his other hand, gently placed below the now hanging pec-meat. The Dr's deep probing resulted in a throbbing erection, which the Doc was finally all too happy to relieve.
The embarrassed teen soon was incredulous to have his physician, using the lubricant from the prostate probe, massaging his dick! But it felt so good, better than his own private jerking off!
The Doc. gently guided his horny young patient back to the table, where he laid him on his back, his supple body vulnerable, his dick erect as a flagpole.
"Now we'll take care of this," said the Doc. with restrained glee. He worked not only the thick throbbing organ, but also rubbed lube over the boy's meaty pecs, his tender under belly, his thick quads.
The young patient breathed heavily, surprised but delighted at the handling and attention he was receiving. His physician teased his dick a bit, then placed one hand under the small of his back, while rubbing his tummy, sensuously with the other hand.
The patient sighed, as the Doc returned to the hungry organ to finish off his boy-steak.
"Gimme juice, Let it come!" commanded the doc. Involuntarily, the lad complied, and cum shot into the air in several gushes with his body writhing in ecstasy as the delighted doc continued to milk the boy until he was drained of every last drop.
Without commenting on the unusual exam, the doc wiped up the lad with a wet towel.
"You'll need regular check-ups," advised the Doc, "Let's schedule for next month." "And keep up the good work at the gym." He said, patting the boy's muscular breasts, still heaving from the orgasm he had just experienced.
"Yes sir!" answered the happy, submissive muscleboy, already excited at the prospect of so thorough a physical and attentive a physician.
Joey left the doctor's office feeling spent and a little used. Even though he had had a legitimate examination, he felt the doctor had also treated him like prime beef -- as an object of lust to be groped, aroused and milked of his manhood. Wow, just the though of this made him horny again. He needed to be used, used like a toy and he wanted that feeling again, soon, not in month's time.
Back in his room at home, Joey sat and wondered what he could do. He leafed through the telephone directory and noticed that one of the hospitals close to his home had an outpatient's section. That was it! He would go there with a request for steroids and hope to find himself in the hands of someone as obsessed with his muscular breasts as he was.
Part Three : HIS TURN WITH THE INTERN
After some considerable time in the waiting room, a young doctor finally motioned to him to follow him into one of the examination rooms.
"What seems to be the problem?" the doctor asked, eyeing him up and down. Joey hesitated at first then told the doctor that he would like some stronger steroids to promote more muscular growth.
Without asking him, the doctor lifted the muscleboy's shirt up over his shoulders and was astounded at the muscular development he saw before him. Joey's entire body was deeply muscled and his smooth golden skin almost glowed with health. But it was his deep pectoral development that astounded the doctor. Each of the boy's muscular breasts were huge and completely overdeveloped compared with the rest of his physique.
They were enormously large, full and deep and almost sagged with the weight of muscle they were carrying. The doctor just stared then left the room telling Joey that he would soon return. A few minutes later he did as he promised and brought another doctor with him. Both doctors then began to talk as if the muscleboy was out of earsho,. They were obviously so excited by what they saw in front of them.
They both stared at his pectoral development and touched each massive chest muscle with their fingers as if to make sure they were real.
The teenage bodybuilder never felt so exposed in all of his whole young life, yet deep down he knew it was what he craved. Each doctor then took one of Joey's breasts and lifted it to feel the weight of muscle he was carrying on his chest.
One of the young doctors, while fondling one of Joey's huge breast-like pecs, said to the other doctor in a loud whisper, "Man ! I would love my girlfriend has such a big set of tits... !"
After an extended examination of his chest, Joey was asked to remove his track suit pants. Both doctors then saw that he was wearing a tiny pink pouch.
"Are these girl panties?"
"No", the teenage bodybuilder replied, blushing. "It's a posing-suit, for bodybuilding contests... I like to wear it sometimes."
"Do you mean you, muscle guys, show off on stage wearing just... this ?!"
And again, as if the boy wasn't there, he addressed the other intern in a loud whisper:
"Most of these muscle guys are real exhibitionists and some are real show-off sluts... ! Take a look at this.. Most of his glute muscles are visible and his pouch barely covers the base of his dick ! "
Joey was red with embarrassment but he was also feeling a growing arousal at being treated like this in such an open way.
But the first doctor decided he would like to care about the boy on his own and proceeded to treat the teenage bodybuilder with more respect and kindness than the other. He seemed, too, to be the most sincerely interested one in the reasons why the teenage bodybuilder wanted such a huge pectoral development.
He asked his colleague to leave then got the permission from the chief doctor to privately examine the teenage bodybuilder in one of the secure, private rooms. He led Joey along the hospital lobbies with just his tiny posing-suit on, the boy feeling so nude, so indecently exposed.
Once they were in the doctor's office, he said : "Well, your pectoral development is so... unusual, to say the least, that, as well for medical science as for your own health, I would like to examine your pectoral muscles in more detail."
The young teen agreed, feeling secure and comfortable because of the tone of the young doctor's voice.
"I have to check your pectoral muscles to see if there are no abnormal lumps and so on", said the young doctor, placing himself behind the teenage bodybuilder. Joey didn't bother telling him that he had just experienced a breast examination.
"That's it, just let yourself lean back against my torso and relax."
The teenage BB could feel the doctor's warm breath in his neck. "Now, let me pass my arms under your owns'... yes, lean back even more..."
Soon the teen bodybuilder's huge breast-like pecs were jutting outward, obscenely displayed, the nipples on each pointing upright because of the way he leant back against the doctor's torso behind his back.
Then the doctor cupped each of the huge male breasts from underneath. He gently lifted them and pressed each of them with his fingers -- one at a time at first, then both together.
The doctor was aroused and amazed at the same time that each of his hands weren't large enough to completely cup even half of Joey's huge breast.
As his hands fondled the teens voluptuous flesh, he look at the breasts he was feeling over the teenage bodybuilder's shoulder.
Whispering he said, "Does this hurt you ?..."
"N... no" said the boy, breathing more and more heavily.
"And what about... this ?" asked the doctor, firmly pressing the huge fleshy melons in his fingers
"No... no, doctor".
"What about.. this, now ?" he asked, now pressing the muscle breasts against each other, creating an incredible cleavage, while making the pectoral mass pop up almost to the teenage boy's chin.
"Ooooh..." was just the boy could manage to say.
After a while, the young doctor moved around to face the teenage BB again.
With slow deliberation, he continued his close examination of Joey's muscular breasts, weighting them, measuring them, gasping at their incredible size. He tested their suppleness by lifting them and then letting them flop down. They quivered provocatively as they did this. He did it several times.
He then asked the teenager to quickly swing his torso from right to left and then from left to right to watch how the breast-like pecs bounced and flopped from side to side. He also tested their muscularity by asking the boy to flex and tense his pectoral muscles while the doctor placed his hands upon them. "You are a strong boy, Joey" he said quietly.
He tested Joey's nipple sensitivity by brushing lightly across them and then pulling each nipple as far out as he could. They immediately stood out proud and the young doctor marvelled at how erect they were.
The examination continued on with both doctor and patient each now aching with lust.
The doctor had the young Joey jog on the spot for a period, placing himself on one side, then from the other one, to cup each of the teen's huge breasts during their bouncing motion. He had him on his hands and knees, and again, tested how supple the breasts were by gently pulling them. In this position for both the boy and the doctor, their arousal was intensified.
Finally the doctor admitted he couldn't find anything abnormal about Joey's breasts, apart from their size. Remembering his excuse for visiting the hospital, Joey asked if he could get some more steroids.
"Do you really want to add more mass to this huge chest of yours ? " asked the doctor with a slight smile.
"Well... yes Doctor".
The doctor quickly wrote his prescription and gave it to the teenage bodybuilder, saying :
"This is a new and very powerful medication, paired with a growth hormone. It should soon give you some rather dramatic increase in muscular development... in quite a new way!"
The young bodybuilder didn't quite understand what the doctor meant but took the prescription and thanked him. He promised to return soon.
As he watched his young charge leave the office, the doctor mopped his sweating brow and wondered what would happen to the young man's physique -- with the powerful does of oestrogen he was now to take over the coming weeks.
Part Four : THE BREAST OF RESULTS
Two weeks later, the teenage bodybuilder was in the young doctors' office, again for a new examination, as he had been required.
"Well, would you please take off your shirt ? " asked the doctor. And, as the teenage bodybuilder began to unbutton the baggy shirt he wore, the slight smile of the doctor turned into a large grin.
In front of his eyes had just appeared the most gorgeous, the most beautiful, the largest set of male breasts chest muscles he had ever seen. The oestrogen had done its work and the teenage bodybuilder's breasts were incredibly almost twice as large as they were only two weeks before.
What was more, they now had a fuller, heavier, rounder look, almost female in shape, yet set on a very masculine pectoral base. The effect was stunning.
Joey's nipples had become very swollen by the hormone, too. They were now much longer, heavier and puffy. They were pointing out erect and were as large as a man's thumb.
"Almost perfect", thought the young doctor. "Beautiful breasts, so full yet also so muscular. You almost look as if you are carrying a load of milk in each breast..."
Joey looked uncomfortable at those words, but soon he was lost in the doctor's examination of his freakishly large muscular breasts. The erotic examination of his man-breasts continued for hours.
The doctor couldn't get enough of weighting and lifting the huge breast-like pecs in his hands. The boy's chest was gorgeous -- big, firm, round pecs, warm and heavy in his hands, soft to the touch, so obscenely large and jutting out from the teenage bodybuilder's torso. They seemed to defy all gravity laws.
They were just so... HUGE!
Much bigger than any other pectoral muscles he had ever seen. And certainly fuller and more arousing to fondle than any woman's breasts he had touched. They were just... perfect !
The doctor, this time, paid the closest attention to the boy's nipples. While fondling and pressing the teenage bodybuilder's breasts-pecs, he frequently brushed his hands across them, enjoying their soft firmness, they felt like living, warm rubber.
"I can see your areolas are very large. I guess it's because of the unusual chest development. But I can see, too, they are swollen. Are they sensitive ? Do they hurt when I touch them the way I'm doing it ..?" asked the young doctor while gently circling the two large areolas with his fingers.
"N..., no, Doctor... I mean... yes, uhh... well, I mean they are sensitive... but they don't hurt..."
"Your nipples, too, seem swollen and engorged... see how hard they are..." said the doctor while flicking both of them with his fingers.
"Hmmm... I'd better examine them more closely, just to be sure there is nothing wrong with them. Well, would you help me with this examination ? Just cup each of your own pecs from underneath with one hand and slightly lift them for me to examine them. Yes, that's it... a little higher... just like if you were presenting them to me.
"Yes... hold them upright that way, while I have a close look at them".
There sat the teenage bodybuilder, more than half-naked in the young doctor's office, offering his huge breast-like pecs to the doctor who had his face so close to them the teenage bodybuilder could feel his warm breath on his nipples the doctor was pinching.
After a moment, the doctor sat again behind his desk, leaving the panting teenage bodybuilder in the middle of the room.
He looked across and noticed how more aroused yet self-confident the boy seemed to be, now.
The small pink posing-suit had been replaced by a tiny black thong which left very little to the young doctor's imagination and the boy, while standing in the middle of the office, was absentmindedly caressing his big breasts, seemingly enjoying both their touch and his half nakedness in front of this young doctor.
Day dreaming, the doctor imagined this boy on a public beach, wearing that same black tiny thong and making a show of his pecs for everybody's eyes. He imagined himself exhibiting the teenage bodybuilder like this and saying to the crowd "See this perfect boy with his perfect breasts ?... He is my own creation... They are my own creation !! Come and feel him!"
The doctor snapped back to the present time and place.
"I'm sorry if these questions sound too personal, Joey..." said the doctor "... but.. do you touch your nipples when you masturbate ?"
"Y...yes, doctor" answered the boy, slightly blushing.
"Do you have them touched by your partner when you have sex ?"
"Well... yes, Doctor" admitted the teenage bodybuilder, even though it had only been that one time.
"I recommend you to use saliva when you do, to avoid any irritation problem with your big, sensitive nipples. Just wet one or two fingers... or ask your partner to suck them. Will you remember ?"
The huge chested boy nodded, unconsciously covering his burning nipples with his fingers.
"Well", said the doctor, holding a few little boxes to the boy, "...Here is a new prescription : it is something you'll have to use for two weeks. No more injections, now, these are just pills"
"Super Lact-X... What's that, Doctor ??"
"It's... well, it's.. just some kind of analgesic in case your swollen nipples hurt. Just take... let's say... 20 pills per day and come back in two weeks".
Part Five : THE MILK OF HUMAN PASSION
On the following week, the doctor's secretary called him on the office phone from the reception desk of the hospital.
"Doctor, I'm sorry to disturb you, but I have here this teenage boy you recently examined. He says, although his next appointment with you is for next week, that he would like to see you right away. He says it's an emergency. May I send him to you, Doctor ?"
The doctor agreed and two minutes later, the secretary led the teenage bodybuilder to the doctor's office. The boy seemed excited and a little anxious.
As soon as he had the boy remove his baggy sweat-shirt, the young doctor knew his plan had succeeded beyond his wildest dreams. Under his sweat-shirt, the boy was wearing a skimpy tank-top. The thin material was stretched to the point where it could burst at the seams at any moment and was almost transparent, making the tank-top look more like a bra than like a tank top.
Two large wet spots soaked the material, revealing the enormous, dripping nipples. The teenager's pec-breasts were huge, engorged and heavy, seemingly ready to explode.
The young doctor first calmed the teenage bodybuilder with reassuring words while gently peeling his soaked top and softly caressed the huge milk-filled breasts. The lactation pills had made their effect beyond the young doctor's wildest dreams.
"That's OK... Don't worry, Joey... This is just... milk ! Sometimes a side-effect of the medication. You just need to be... milked !"
"Milk ??? But, Doctor... what the.. ?? Ooohhh... whatever it is, please, Doctor...please help me ! I feel my pecs are about to burst... I feel I need to... I need to... I don't know... Ooohh Doctor.. please !" pleaded the boy while fondling his own dripping tits in his hands, drops of milk already leaking through his fingers.
"Just hop on the examination table while I get a breast pump ready for you. Yes, That's it... on your hands and knees" said the young doctor, helping the boy to take off his sweat pants and noticing, this time, the teenage bodybuilder hadn't anything underneath on.
So, in his state of complete nakedness, the boy got on the table on all fours, panting and sweating. All he knew was an urgent desire to have the doctor secure the cups of the breast pump to his tits and connect the plastic pipes to the machine to bring him relief.
With a hum, the breast pump began to do its work. Pump, and pump, and pump... the constant, pulsing suction sensation on his nipples quickly drove the young boy crazy and had him turned on as he never had been in his entire life.
Soon Joey was moaning and groaning with lust, his bloated pec-breasts swaying under him. He was thrusting his muscular bare arse up in the air in a total frenzy.
The young doctor still couldn't quite believe his eyes at this sight : a huge chested teenage bodybuilder being mechanically milked by a breast pump on the examination table! Milked of his man-milk induced by the massive doses of Super Lact-X pills he had been told to take.
But, despite the boy's aroused state and the constant suction of the machine nursing at each boy-breast, except for a few small drops, Joey's huge breasts-pecs remained engorged and swollen with milk.
Each passing minute was increasing the hysterical, lustful frenzy of the teenage bodybuilder who was begging for release, now! The comforting words of the young doctor were of little use as the boy became almost delirious with lust and that bloated feeling in his breasts.
"Please, Doctor, milk me... milk me harder... Make my tits ejaculate the juice out of them - right here, right now... please !!"
"Wait a minute" said the young doctor. "... I'll ask the Chief Doctor to advise..."
A few minutes later, a muscular man in his early forties, came into the room in a hurry, followed by the young doctor.
He approaching the boy who was on all fours on the examination table, his thighs spread wide, his arse rising up provocatively.
Without saying a word the Chief Doctor sipped a glove onto one hand and slowly inserted his finger in the teenager's anus. The boy moaned loudly.
"See, John," he said to the younger doctor showing him his finger.
"He is all wet. If you are going to start the flow of milk, he needs some intense prostate stimulation. Do it straight away... release his breasts from the milking cups and place yourself in front of him.
"Begin to firmly massage his breasts while I stimulate his prostate".
The doctor opened the small box he had with him and produced a large plastic phallus attached to a wire and a small box. He greased the phallic object and poised it at the entrance to the teenager's anus. Slowly and deliberately he pushed it into the boy who moaned at the intrusion. The Chief Doctor threw the switch on the box and the phallus began to vibrate deep within the teenager, stimulating his prostate gland.
The boy gasped and let out a loud, extended pleasure moan as the young doctor continued to massage and attempt to milk his breasts of their liquid. Nothing happened and both the young doctor and the teenage bodybuilder were shocked to see the Chief Doctor take off his shirt in a hurry, then his pants and boxers and, completely naked now, to place himself behind the teenage bodybuilder. The young doctor gasped at the sight of the huge hard member of the doctor in chief : damned, he was hung like a bull and had a ball sack hanging so low between his thighs.
Joey, though he was in a total frenzy now, couldn't believe his eyes and ears. How could it happen ? He woke up a virgin this morning, two hours ago, and now he was about to be raped by a total stranger in front of another man..
"Ready doctor ? asked the Chief Doctor and, not waiting for a reply, he thrust his engorged organ in the anus of the teenage BB, making him moan. Firmly holding the boy by his hips, the man began his humping. The young doctor, facing the boy, was doing his best to press the huge breast-like pecs in his two hands.
"Oooohhhh... Aaaahhhh... !!" The boy was close now, somehow the deep fucking Joey was experiencing had triggered something in his mind. The Chief Doctor increased the rhythm of his penetrating strokes.
"John, suck his nipples... it will help the milk to start flowing out...!!"
The doctor closed his mouth around the swollen teat of one breast and soon, thick male milk began spurting into his mouth in heavy, pulsing streams first, then in a constant flow - filling the young doctor's mouth, then his hands.
The hot liquid began to soak the examination table, ejaculating out of Joey's breasts as the teenage bodybuilder was experiencing both his first fucking and his first milking.
The Chief Doctor continued to fuck the boy with passion. The boy's milk kept on flowing so the men swapped places and the young doctor then penetrated the Joey while the Chief moved on his back underneath the boy and took his turn suckling the milk from the huge hanging teenage breasts above him.
Two hours later, the naked Chief Doctor, sat on the examination table, was gently caressing the huge muscular breasts of the exhausted muscular teenager asleep in his strong arms.
"Well, John..." the senior man said. "It seems we have a real little tit-freak, here... who is going to need our constant attention. Don't you think?"
His question received no answer, because the young doctor's mouth was already busy and filled with the teenager's rock-hard penis. For the hundredth time that day, Joey once again moaned in ecstasy.
Part Six :A WINNING CUP...OR TWO
Joey's visits to the hospital rapidly took a steady and tireless pace, to the greatest satisfaction of both parts. Sometimes it was the Chief Doctor who was welcoming the muscular teenager for a long, detailed "examination", sometimes it was John, the young doctor, and sometimes both of them cared for Joey's oversized muscular breasts for long hours, cancelling any other appointment of the day. There was the nights, too, where the security guard could hear all this panting and heavy breathing through the closed door of some office, sometimes till midnight or even later.
In the meantime, Joey, supported and encouraged both by the attention of "his" Doctors and their supplying in various medications, steroids, growth hormone and oestrogen, now spent all his afternoons at the gym. This, combined to a new routine mostly focused on chest intensive workout, had paid off: Joey had quickly added a few inches to his already phenomenal pec muscles. It was hard to tell who was the most excited about it, the doctors or Joey himself.
A cloud, though, eventually appeared in the sky on the day Joey had paid one of his weekly visit to the hospital. John, the young Doctor, as soon as his secretary had announced Joey's visit, hastened the patient he was examining at the moment out of his office. Quickly writing a prescription while he was giving the lady a few comforting words, he pushed her through the door to the waiting room, his mind already racing with lust at the thought of another "examination" of his favourite patient.
"Hello, Joey. How are you doing, today?" John greeted Joey.
Not waiting for any answer, John had wrapped one of his strong arms around Joey's waist, bending the teenager's torso backward, whilst unbuttoning Joey's shirt. Not bothering with more than the two or three upper buttons, John was now holding one of the huge, firm muscular breasts which was jutting out of the shirt because of Joey's back position. The young Doctor began covering Joey's breast-pec with kisses, licking it all over and was aiming his lips to the swollen, erect nipple, which seemed to be begging for John's sucking. Then he noticed that Joey's moaning was not entirely from pleasure, this time.
"What's wrong, Joey"
The Doc still had Joey's huge muscle breast firmly squeezed in his hand, while he was sliding his other hand under the very short, light nylon gym shorts Joey had on that hot summer day. John was pleased to find nothing else underneath the gym shorts, other than the thin strap of Joey's tiny thong, disappearing into the crack of his overdeveloped smooth bubble-butt. But Joey suddenly pulled back from the young Doctor's embrace.
"Doctor John... I don't know... I... for a few days, I have... pain in my upper back and in my shoulders, too."
Genuinely concerned by the painful look on Joey's face, ignoring the raging erection he was now sporting in his pants and frustrated at the idea he will probably have to delay enjoying his patient's huge male breasts once again, the Doc gently lead Joey to the examination table. After all, It wasn't that bad to have Joey with just his little pouch on, sited on the edge of the table, his enormous muscular breasts hanging low on his torso...
The doctor carefully examined Joey for more than an hour, touching his back and shoulders in every place, sometimes softly, sometimes more roughly, making Joey moan and sigh. He made up his mind for quite a long time, and also went through many of his medical books. Joey remained motionless on the examination table, his two hands cupping his huge pecs, gently lifting them up. The Chief Doctor wasn't available on this day, so the Doc couldn't get his advice but he just knew what the problem was.
"Well, Joey..." said the young doctor slowly rubbing his chin "I think I know what's wrong. And you may not know it yourself, Joey, but you seem to have already found the cure, nevertheless!"
Joey stared at the Doctor, a totally puzzled look on his face.
"Those huge babies are now too heavy, Joey" the Doc said, all smiles. "And despite all the muscles on that hot body of yours, it's hard for your back and shoulders to carry on such a load all the time. See: you instinctively hold them up with your hands, easing their weight".
"But, Doctor... what am I going to do...???" asked Joey, almost shouting, already devastated at the idea he might have to give up with his joy and proud, the object of all his pleasures... and of many other guy's pleasure, too.
"Don't panic, Joey!", the Doc said gently. In the meantime, he had stood up from his desk where he was going through his medical books and was now facing Joey sited on the examination table.
"What we're going to do, Joey is that... we are going to help you carry on these wonders!" the doctor said with a large grin, resuming the fondling of Joey's huge muscular breasts and gently lifting them up with an appreciative look. He deinitely had something "special" in mind.
"Trust me, Joey, we are going to care about this. Don't worry and, most of all, trust me, Joey. Do you trust me?" Joey stayed silent. "Oh Joey... you look so tensed, so nervous... Just trust me...! We are going to take care of this, but, for now, let me help you to relax..."
The doctor had gently laid Joey down on his back on the examination table, now. With just his thong on, his arms folded behind his neck, Joey had his huge pecs provocatively standing up, the nipples pointing to the ceiling. They were so freakily huge and round... incredibly firm and smooth and the tits were just... not to be believed! The Doc felt the fever in his groin rushing back with violence. While struggling with the buckle of his belt and his fly, he ripped off the flimsy thong from Joey, who had instinctively spread his thighs, his knees bent, offering his body to the lusty young doctor who was already fingering the teen's wet boy-pussy.
"Oh Doctor, please..." Joey moaned, his head tilted back, when he felt John's dripping rock hard penis slid deep down into him, targeting the most sensitive spot inside him. John said nothing as he hungrily devoured one of Joe's muscular breasts while fondling the other one. "God..." the young doctor thought, "... His tit almost completely fills up my mouth..." Then as he continued to fuck the teenager, the warm, thick milk started to slowly flow out of Joey's breasts, pouring out into his mouth and the Doc just stopped thinking.
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Later, once his lust had subsided, and while Joey had fallen asleep on the examination table, his enormous nipples dripping their last drops of milk, the doctor was at his desk again, going through various catalogues and brochures. A large smile on his face, he was murmuring from time to time, just to himself...
"Yes... that's it... that's exactly what we need. But it has to be larger here... and we need stronger straps there... Yes, that's going to be... fantastic!!..."
And when Joey finally woke up, the doctor was on the phone:
"...black will be perfect, yes...What's the delay to have this customized? One week?... God, I can't wait...!"
Joey was now getting dressed. With just his sport shoes and his socks on, he was on all four under the examination table, seemingly searching for something.
"Is this what you are looking for, Joey?" playfully asked the Doc, holding in the air what was left from Joey's tiny ripped thong. And, laughing, he placed the minuscule triangle of lycra between Joey's huge male breasts, burying it into their cleavage.
"Oh, but... I will have to go without anything underneath my shorts..." said Joey "... and they are so thin they're nearly see-through..."
"Joey... that thing was not leaving anything to the imagination, anyway, and you know you love to be near-naked in public. Now go, and be there next week, same time...!"
How this boy could go out dressed the way he usually did and not be raped at every street corner was a mystery to the doctor.
"Come in, Joey, I was expecting you. How are you?" John was all smiles. "Let me help you with this..." the doctor said, lifting up Joey's skimpy gym top. "You don't need this..." He was pulling down the shorts, now. "Neither this, actually... no thong today, Joey??"
"But... you said... !"
"Yes, I remember... I said "Come with the minimum on, Joey, and I must say you nicely complied. I bet your whole wardrobe could be held in a man's fist..."
Joey was now standing stark naked in the middle of the young doctor's office, waiting. The Doc, with a delighted grin on his face, was opening a box. Out of silk papers, he took what seemed to be a garment made of shiny, black rubberised Lycra. Joey's eyes were widening every minute.
"This will give your back and shoulders some relief, Joey..."
The doctor had in his hand what looked like a kind of bra, but the wide, strong straps and the thick material, half rubber and half Lycra, were giving the whole thing a very manly, sport look. Joey obediently let the young doctor adjust the thing on his upper torso. The Doc cleverly and quickly handled Joey's arms and huge chest, adjusting the straps and securing them in place, carefully placing the huge muscular breasts in the garment. Once it was done, he took a few steps back, judging the effect. The sight was blow-minding, even for him who had been giving instructions to the maker to have the garment designed and customized according to his wishes.
"Come on, Joey: have a look at yourself in the mirror!"
A wide, horizontal strap was circling Joey's torso, right under his huge chest, covering part of his abdomen. To this strap, on each side of Joey's muscular breasts, almost disappearing between them and his strong arms, two other vertical straps were passing above his shoulders, to criss-cross in his back, joining the horizontal strap. These straps were both securing in place two large, strong half-cups, seemingly made of an even stronger rubberised Lycra, covering only the lower part of each muscular breast. The nipples were visible above the cups.
A central snap, between the two cups, allowed to open the whole thing from the front side, too. The wonderful thing was that the garment wasn't changing the natural, gorgeous shapes and volumes of Joey's enormous muscular breasts, but just lifting them up in an incredibly provocative, obscene way. Joey's chest was now horizontally jutting outward of his torso, their heavy mass gently lifted up by the cups, but not hidden by them, their firm nipples propped out and up in the air, standing to attention.
You could have placed a beer can on Joey's chest, like on a table. The other wonderful thing was that the straps weren't altering in any way the lines of Joey's hot body. The horizontal, wide strap, under the boy's pecs, seemed to be one of these very short gym tops and was so tight it looked very much like a part of Joey's torso. And the vertical straps were so much in the external parts on the incredible chest, that the garment could be worn unnoticed under an open shirt, for sure.
That was actually the thought the doctor had in mind at the moment, trying to imagine the effect of such a perky set of muscular breasts showing through the opening of a shirt. He felt his cock starting to ooze precum inside his boxers. His lust was almost painful. More than ever, he was feeling how much Joey was "his" creation. He just couldn't decide if he wanted to keep such a wonder for himself, or to show off the sex bomb he turned Joey into at every public opportunity.
Joey was in awe. At least as much as his hot reflection in the mirror, he was also enjoying the feeling of being both so tightly wrapped in the most sensual part of his gorgeous body, and so exposed at the same time. His phenomenal muscular breasts were standing higher than they ever did, and the half-cups, far from lessening their visual impact, were enhancing in an incredibly erotic way their smooth, tanned muscular mass. Looking down, Joey's chin was now touching the top of his breasts and the feeling was just... awesome!
"That's... unbelievable!" was just what he could manage to say, marvelling at the new dimension the garment was giving to his deep cleavage. Then, smiling, he added:
"I'm glad you had it made with the nipples visible, Doctor..."
"Why, Joey...?"
"Because..." and Joey was now slightly brushing "... because I love so much when guys are staring at them through my tee-shirt... I wouldn't have liked to hide them..."
"You look gorgeous in this, Joey, and I do think it will give your back and shoulders a nice relief from the weight of your breasts, too. Come back next week and let me know about it. But for now, let me have a closer look at you..."
The doctor took Joey in his arms, from behind. Placing his chin on Joey's shoulder, he cupped the two monster male breasts in his hands, feeling the soft lycra, now warm from Joey's body heat. He gently but firmly pressed them from under; through the material. That was, indeed, unbelievable. They were jutting out so high, so outward from the boy's torso. The tits were pointing up in the air in a provocative way. They seemed to be pulsating, begging for release. The half-cups were doing their magic, pulling the heavy mass of breast flesh upwards. The side straps, on the shoulders seemed like a harness holding back two fleshy monsters. Wow!
The Doc slowly started to caress the underside of the monstrous muscular breasts. Back and forth. He could barely open his hands wide enough to cup the pecs from under. He was pressing them... fondling them... Joey had tilted back his head in John's neck and was moaning, heavily breathing. The young doctor couldn't believe his eyes, but yes... the muscular breasts were getting slightly firmer, rounder, bigger every minute under his fingers. As in a daze, he could feel the naked bubble-butt of the boy pressed against his thighs, the wet crack soaking the front side of his pants. He thought for a while about fucking Joey that way, standing up in the middle of his office, entirely naked for his muscle bra. His cock was harder and bigger than ever. So were Joey's muscular breasts.
Joey was delirious, seemingly out of breath. Then, just one rough word came out.
"Ohhhh..!!"
And, under the doctor's disbelieving eyes, the incredible suddenly happened. Something which had never happened during any of the `examinations' John had ministered to Joey. Harnessed by the side straps, pressed against each other both by the cups and the doctor's fingers, each of the male breasts simultaneously released a thick spurt of milk, gushing all over the place with a strength both the Doc and the boy would never had thought was possible. The hard cups were acting like a constant stimulation on Joey's muscular breasts and the up high position they were forcing the breasts into, seemed to make the spurting easier. The huge nipples were throbbing, endlessly releasing their load. At this step, the doctor was even able to aim their spurting, taking them in his fingers and directing the stream. That was mind-boggling.
Joey was passing out in the Doc's arms. The latest's mind was exploding in the same time his cock did in his boxers, his hands clamped hard onto the huge muscular breasts.
One week later, again, Joey was welcomed by the young doctor in his office, again.
"So, Joey, did the muscle bra do good to your back and shoulders?"
""Yes, Doctor a lot and..."
"But, what's that, Joey...??" He couldn't believe his eyes: beside his light, transparent gym shorts you could see he had just a thong underneath on, like he usually did, Joey was wearing a mesh white T-shirt... which left the black, shiny muscle bra entirely visible.
"Are you not afraid anyone could see it, Joey? I thought you would have like to have it hidden underneath your clothes...?"
"But I want anyone to see it, Doctor. I find it to be very sexy! And I'm not the only one... " Joey was all smiles. "Don't you think it is, Doctor?" Joey was flaunting his huge, propped out muscular breasts, cupping them from under with his own hands the way the Doc did it himself last week. The white mesh, upon the tanned, smooth skin, added to the hot effect, making the cleavage look even deeper, enhancing the perfect shape of the huge, round breasts. And the black, shiny garment, with its rubberised lycra material, showcased the way it was, really looked like... a bra!
Joey had a large grin on his face, carefully adjusting the mesh upon his enormous nipples which were poking through.
"Oh Joey... you are just ... you are just a...Oh wait a minute... someone's knocking at the door...!"
"Oh, Doctor... please, don't open the door. I think it is the security guard. He was after me. He almost raped me in the elevator and I've barely been able to escape him when the door opened at your floor..."
Part Seven : WITH A LITTLE HELP
"Come in, John, please"
The Chief Doctor's desk top was covered with lots of documents, books, papers of all kinds. As Doctor John came closer, he saw that the Chief Doctor was busy examining large size B&W photos and also medical reports and stats.
"I wanted to show you these photos, John... I guess you will easily recognize one of your patient, Joey". The young doctor definitely recognized Joey's hot body on the shots, indeed. The overdeveloped muscular breasts couldn't be mistaken and, despite the very medical aspect of the B&W shots of Joey from face or side view, these images were a total turn on for both the two men. The low, rough voice of the Chief Doctor was betraying his lust as well as his tented crotch and the young doctor, while bending on the desk top to have a closer look to the photos, felt his pants were becoming tighter and tighter every minute.
There were two groups of photos of Joey, face and side. The first group showed Joey bare chested, his huge muscular breasts fully exposed in all their glory, round, heavy, magnificent, naked. The second group of photos showed Joey wearing the black rubberised Lycra muscle bra John recently had custom-made for Joey. Provocatively jutting outward in an horizontal position, the pecs-breasts looked like two monsters harnessed by the straps of the muscle bra, ready to pop out in your face.
"By the way, you really did and excellent job about that muscle bra for Joey, John. Congratulations"
"Thank you very much, Sir. You know how much I love... well... my job."
"Yes, John. It also gave me an interesting idea. What I wanted to point out to you is, I think, especially obvious of the side shots. Have a close look at them. Do you see what I see?"
"Hum... yes Sir. I think so. Joey's breasts stand so much higher and look even bigger when he has the muscle bra on" said John, stating the obvious.
"Exactly, John. Now I would like to show you this, too. Let me know what you think". The Chief Doctor inserted a video tape in a monitor placed behind his desk and, a few seconds later, the two men were watching on the screen a cardio session featuring Joey.
The young boy was running on a tread mill. His gorgeous body was moving in a perfect harmony, but the most stunning thing was the way his huge pecs breasts were bouncing up and down to the rhythm of his run. At times they swayed from side to side as the voluptuous flesh moved in time to his quickening footsteps.
It was the most erotic thing John could think of and his penis was now rock hard, profusely oozing precum in his boxers.
"Very, very exciting, John, isn't it? A real turn on..." said the Chief Doctor softly, unable to take his eyes off the monitor screen.
"Yes, indeed, Sir" absentmindedly replied John, in awe.
"However", said the Chief Doctor, regaining his composure, "... look at this"
On the screen appeared a lot of diagrams, graphs and columns of numbers while the tape featuring Joey's jogging kept on running in the background.
"These graphs and diagrams analyse and calculate with the greatest precision Joey's pecs motion during his run - the pace and amplitude, etc... Do you think what I think, John?"
"Well... I don't know, Sir..." stammered a mesmerized John, mostly busy not to cream his pants here and now.
"That could be better" stated the Chief Doctor.
John was quite puzzled, wondering what the Chief Doctor meant by "That could be better..."
"Let me show you this, now, John" The Chief Doctor took off from one of the drawers of his desk what looked like a flesh colored piece of jelly. The Doctor crashed it in his powerful fist, but, the second he opened his hand again, the thing had took back its initial shape. "Look at this, John!" The Chief Doctor dropped the thing on his desk top. The piece of whatever it was rebounded at least 3 or 4 times higher than the height it had been dropped from, nearly hitting the ceiling of the office.
"It is a new kind of silicone, John. Incredibly pliable, elastic and flexible, as you can see."
John remained silent.
"Here is what we're going to do, John: we're going to give our cute little Joey breasts implants. Not any ordinary breasts implants, John: first of their kind... made of that extraordinary new silicone!"
The young Doctor didn't know what to think about the idea, let alone what to say.
"But, Sir... I think that... well, Joey's breasts are already so huge... and we have to be careful not to ruin their shape and volume, you stated yourself they were perfect!"
"Do not worry, John. We're not going to alter the shape or volume of these muscular wonders. We're just going to... help them to stand in that incredibly high position the muscle bra gives them... without the muscle bra!"
John was speechless. He felt that the Chief Doctor's words, in addition to the complete plastic surgery field of activity, were actually giving new dimensions to his now completely erected penis, too.
"Wow!" was all he could manage to say, while his boxers were getting wetter and wetter every minute..
"And that is not all, John. Now that we achieved a perfect physique with Joey's body, we're also going to work about putting this physique in motion. The breasts implants, made of that new, incredible silicone, and placed under Joey's breasts, will give them a new flexibility, increasing the height of their bouncing, allowing them to move in a much more autonomous way.
"In other words, Joey's pecs breasts will bounce more and better than they ever did. We're going to give them a life of their own, John!"
John's mind was filled with incredibly erotic images of impossibly huge male breasts, erotically bouncing under his eyes. The Chief Doctor snapped him out of his daydreaming right before the final eruption.
"And, in addition to this, we're going to place these breasts implants right under Joey's lactating glands. That way..."
"... the bouncing will stimulate the lactation...!" enthusiastically interrupted John.
"... and will even possibly initiate it...!" ended the Chief Doctor, standing up from behind his desk, displaying the huge erection his pants could barely conceal, now.
One week later, laying naked on his back on the operation table, a bit anxious, Joey was trying to get from both the Chief Doctor and John some more information about what was about to happen to him:
"But, Sir... Doctor... why do I have to be asleep to receive the injections of that new growth hormone in my pecs?? Can't you just inject it to me the way you usually do?"
"Well, no Joey... this... well... new growth hormone is so powerful, so efficient that... your body needs to be completely relaxed to get it. Also, the injections may be a little painful, so..."
"Ooooh Doctor... will it leave some scarring or something?"
"No, Joey, not at all. Please do not worry. And I can tell you that, soon, you will appreciate the result. You definitely will have better pecs!"
"That's good, Doctor" said Joey with a shy smile. "Will they be bigger? Even more awesome?"
"Yes, Joey. Definitely much more awesome. And, now I have to give you the injection which will make you sleep. Just relax, Joey".
With a boyish smile on his face, Joey quickly and confidently fell asleep, his breath peacefully heaving up his full, round, enormous male breasts, already dreaming of an even bigger chest..
"Good morning, Sir, good morning Doctor". Joey had just entered the Doc's office. Already tanned from the first sunny days of the summer, flashing his bright smile, Joey was glowing with health.
"Good morning, Joey. How are you?" Both the Chief Doctor and John, whilst greeting Joey, couldn't believe their eyes.
Just the muscular, smooth, suntanned thighs would have been enough to keep any pair of eyes glued forever. The white, very short, nearly transparent nylon shorts, split till the waistband, uncovered the upper part of Joey's thighs and part of his perfect bubble butt with each step Joey made. Underneath the running shorts, "something" of a bright yellow could be seen.
Whatever it was, all you could say was that is was... very small! The strong arms, the V-shaped torso, the broad shoulders were eye-catching as well.
But the most incredible, unbelievable thing was Joey's tee-shirt. The thin, baggy garment was horizontally tented almost right under Joey's chin. Bulging out, a long way out from the boy's torso. And very high.
The two huge nipples crowning the monster muscular breasts, far from pointing down to the floor, were standing to attention slightly higher than the horizontal, clearly and erotically defined under the material. From there, the tee-shirt was freely hanging out, far from Joey's abs and waist.
The Chief Doctor hardly swallowed his saliva and, gasping, asked Joey:
" Joey, do you... wear the muscle bra?"
"No, Sir", said Joey, quite surprised "You said I didn't had to, this morning and..."
"Yes, yes, I know... That's fine, Joey". Less than one week after the operation, the overdeveloped, heavy muscle breasts didn't need the help of the muscle bra to stand that high, anymore. Again, the Chief Doctor struggled to swallow his saliva, mentally anticipating what's was underneath Joey's tee-shirt.
Then Joey started to walk, slowly heading toward the two Doctors. The monster male breasts definitely seemed to have a life of their own. With each of Joey's step, they were bouncing up and down in an incredibly hot way. Joey giggled a little and the breasts slightly flopped right and left. They seemed to be in a constant motion, a firm, supple bouncing of their own. The huge nipples were constantly sliding underneath the cotton of the tee-shirt, materializing their motion through the fabric. When Joey finally stopped moving, the oversized pec-breasts still bounced and quivered many times in a motion of a decreasing amplitude, to finally stand proudly still, but throbbing.
The silence was complete in the doctor's office.
"So, Joey..." asked the Doc "... can you feel your pecs are bigger, more spectacular now, after the op... I mean... after the growth hormone injections?"
"Oh Doctor, I don't know if they're bigger or not, but they stand so... high and hard, now, for sure. Are they... erected, or something? Also, I feel them... differently! I mean... I feel them more... They're just moving all the time... and it arouses me... inside! They drip all the time, too..."
The two doctors looked at each other, silent again.
Joey, a little bit embarrassed, asked:
"Why did you said I had to take a swimsuit with me this morning, Doctor?"
"Well, Joey... "stammered the doctor, "I think a little cardio... I mean in the open air this time, would do a lot of good to both of us, so... what about going for some jogging along the beach this morning, the three of us?"
"Oooohh that's great!" enthusiastically said Joey, pulling down his running shorts " But... I didn't have any Speedo... all mine from college were way too small, so I brought a posing-suit!"
"I.. I think that will do..." the Doc managed to reply, looking at the incredibly minuscule lime green thing Joey was showing off and wondering how any speedo could be smaller than this "Let's go...!"
Because of the early hour of the day, the beach was deserted. Stepping on the warm sand, the two Doctors led Joey close to the water, on the edge of the waves. John and the Chief Doctor stripped off first. Although he had already experienced the situation, Joey felt weak in the knees at the sight of the strong, well-built bodies of the two men. Both of them, as he knew, were very well hung and what Joey could guess through their running shorts made him warm and wet deep down inside his boy-pussy.
It was the first time he was standing outdoor, in public, with these two highly sexually charged men and it felt... different to him. Whilst he was pulling down his own shorts, he couldn't help but recognize that special heat building in his oversized male breasts. Almost scared by how violent his urge was, Joey was struggling with the obvious: he needed to be milked. It happened all the time since the growth hormone injections he had last week.
But the trouble Joey was going through was nothing compared to the lust the two men were experiencing now. Joey had just started to slowly lift up his T-shirt above his head and, in the motion, his monster male breasts were reaching his chin, almost hiding his face. When he finally got rid of the tee-shirt and lowered his arms, the big breasts endlessly bounced up and down. It seemed they will never stop. His young nipples were moving in all directions, shining from the first drops of milk Joey's chest was producing.
"Let's run" said the Chief Doctor, fearing he could cream his pants right here and now.
The three of them started to slowly jog along the beach, Joey between the two Doctors. The flashy posing-suit Joey was wearing, totally inappropriate for jogging, or swimming, or anything else than posing on a strip show stage or a bodybuilding contest podium, which is roughly the same thing, had entirely disappeared in his butt crack in the rear side, while the tiny, line less triangle of the front side, barely covering Joey's cock and balls, was leaving him more naked than if he was nude. It created a nice visual contrast with the conservative, manly, dark colored running shorts of the two coctors. They were quite a sight to be seen, though, with their huge erections leading the way in front of them.
Under the stimulation of the bouncing and because of the pressure of the silicone breast implants against his over excited lactating glands, Joey's muscle breasts had started to swell and drip more and more milk. Bouncing up and down in a frantic rhythm, they had begun to spray milk in all directions, now, spurting all over his own tan torso as well as over the two men's. They stopped running, trying to catch their breath.
Joey was ecstatic, loosing any sense of time or place. He was begging:
"Please, Oh please... milk me... now!!"
John and the Chief Doctor looked at each other. "Can we do this here?". But Joey's breasts were now spurting in every direction, so, without a second thought, each of the two men grabbed one of the boy's swollen male breasts and, taking the nipples in their mouth, got the warm, powerful stream directly in their throat, making Joey moan and groan.
The milking lasted for a long time. Their lust was dramatically raising up and without asking the boy, each of the two doctors took turn to penetrate Joey's smooth boy-pussy on the deserted beach, not even bothering to undress him - they just spread apart the narrow back side of his posing-suit. The boy's chest seemed to endlessly produce milk under the stimulation of the bouncing from the fucking.
Finally, Joey fell asleep, sucked dry, exhausted. Wrapping him in a beach towel, the two men carried the boy to the Doc's pick-up and carefully laid him down inside, his head resting on the back seat.
The Chief Doctor gently opened the beach towel they had wrapped the now deeply sleeping Joey in. John and him softly touched the incredible muscle breasts and looking to each other, whispered in just one voice...
"Perfect!" Comments, feedback: 3mcstefan@wanadoo.fr
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