Hannah and Erica - Doctors visit - First visit

Trigger warning: Now, I know you might be surprised by this, because this entire story is about people being **** or changed without knowing it or without consent, but I am used to giving these at the beginning of my chapters anyway since I usually go to dark places. And of course today is no difference. I tackle topics like grooming, **** sadism, cheating and emotinal abusive relationships - and of course the 'expected' things in this story like mind control, oblivoiusness, body modification, and so on as well, but I wouldn't have warned you about those... That being said, if you ever saw my name elsewhere on this site and enjoyed my writing, you already knew what you were getting into. I am one really fucked up brain in a fleshsuit, I'm tellin ya! I must honestly admit that I am not super happy with my work on this one, so sorry in advance... And with that, onto the story!

"I promise you, it's fine! He just had some damages in his office so he moved it here." Erica tried her best calming me down, I could tell. Sadly for her, this was just one more thing that was adding onto the pile. It pointed out the reason why I was here with her today in the first place, even though I hated it.
In the last 3 weeks, Erica had seen her doctor every tuesday and every friday. Yesterday (a saturday) she told me, that starting this week she would have also have to go each sunday now, which broke the camels back. Whenever she came home from the doctors appointment, she felt mentally distant. She was exhausted, unapproachable and overall just - in the lack of a better word - bitchy and not at all like the woman I was dating for the previous 2 years. Yet any slight indication or question about this doctor of hers send her flying of the rails. As did any question what was wrong and why she even needed to see this doc. So I decided to subtly bring her to her appointment today and check out what was going on for myself. Or I would have done so if weird things weren't piling up by the minute.

"What kind of doctor is seeing clients in his private rooms, with or without damages? Wouldn't it make more sense to close shop or to transfer clients to another doctor for the time?" SLAP! OUCH, that hurt. Erica just slapped my face and looked at me angrily.

"Listen up, little princess." I gulped - that was a nickname she had used for me in the beginning of our relationship, whenever I was acting overly spoiled or unreasonable to give me a subtle nudge. I hated how it made me feel immediately sorry and as if what I did was wrong. Normally I wouldn't mind that too much, if it's only for Erica and my bad behavior, but in this case I clearly was right! "I know what you are trying to do, and it is making me angry. Just be quiet and I MAY allow you to come inside, but only if you apologize now!"

My girlfriend leaned forward and put her face close to mine, waiting for me to do as she instructed... fine. I guess maybe I overreacted. But only because she made apologizing always worth it... no, bad horny brain, I could NOT get into the mood now, just because she used a nickname. Bad!

"I'm sorry, I am just worried about you, I didnt mean to question anything." I say while looking down and totally not looking at her cups. Nope, bad horny brain! Bad!

"Allright, then lets go inside" she took a step back, leaving me unkissed and unhappy about the encounter, as she stepped towards the door, ringing the doorbell. Maybe I had to apologize again? Half a minute later we entered the hallway and shortly after that the doctors place.

"Erica, bun, how are you?" The loud and droning voice of the man rang in my ears. It sounded unpleasant right away, but Erica didn't seem to mind, greeting him with a long hug - grrr, I hated to be jealous but this was WAY longer than I would have liked it - before he even seemed to notice me. "And who did you bring along this time?" This time? Probably just a figure of speech. Still, my nerves were spiked and anything edging me set my alarm bells ringing.

"My name is Hannah and I am Ericas girlfriend!" I introduced myself, maybe a tad too aggressive, going by the glare said girlfriend was giving me. I continued in a softer tone. "I just brought her over for her appointment since it came so sudden. For... convenience, you know?" The two pairs of eyes resting on me were pushing me into the ground, cutting through my lie like it was nothing.

"I see." The man simply stated sharply. "Well, you may both enter. Erica, you know where to go, take your girlfriend to the couch." Wait, what? What couch? But before I could ask just that, I was taken at the hand and pulled along, through the hallway and into the last room on the left. Upon entering I immediately felt like I had done a huge mistake.

This room was weird. Not 'place to have private patients in' weird, but just WEIRD! Red ink on all walls, weird symbols drawn with it. The floor made of stone with circles carved inside. The entire room screamed 'I am going to sacrifice someone with a rusty knife to some old god while chanting Latin'. I took an instant step backwards, trying to leave, but two things prevented me from doing so.

First there was Erica, who seemed to not see what I saw. The love of my life was carelessly pulling me back inside at my hand and towards the couch that was placed on the backwall of this creeps backroom. The **** with which she pulled was way stronger than what I had known Erica to use. This was an act of strength to her and she put her full body into it, shocking and overpowering my careful steps in the opposite direction.

The second stopper of my immediate retreat was even more potent though. The droning voice coming from above - a quick look revealed a speaker - informed both of us. "I have adapted the schedule to make this both of your appointment. That way we can get to know each other, since I don't have too much time today, so we just have some quick fun!" He said with too much of an innuendo for me to not be bothered by it. But it didn't really matter. If this also was my appointment, then I guess I had to stay and sit through it. Maybe that wasn't too bad. If I had an appointment with this doctor myself, and even at the same time as Erica, I would be able to see what he would do to her. Yes, bottomline this was a win for me! Good! I really needed one right now!

Hesitantly I followed deeper into the room and sat down on said couch. Obviously I was still grossed out by the rooms look, but it really couldn't be helped. But maybe it could be used for my advantage! "Say, your last appointments, were they always in a room like this? Like... did he ever tell you about these things meaning?" I tried softly to get some information but once more found myself cut short.

"Oh please! I shouldn't worry about anything weird during my appointments, of course! So all of this is fully fine. You are such a little scaridy cat." I really wanted to push her further on this, even though I knew it usually ended bed to push her on anything, but it didn't come to it. The door opened once more and the doctor came in, now wearing a white lab coat. Well at least that made him look somewhat more accurate, but still...

"Allright, Hannah, Erica. It is good to see you both being on time for your appointments. Now, first of all, Hannah, since you are here for the first time, you should know that you may not tell any lies during your appointment. This also means that you must not leave out any details or secrets, and answer every question you are asked by me, and be extra detailed if they are about things you are sexually embarrassed about." I nodded since of course those things made sense. You couldn't expect a writer to write novels without using words. You wouldn't expect a firefighter to safe a burning building without his equipment. So why should I expect a doctor to be able to properly do his job without knowing my intimate details.

"Now, before we can properly begin, I need to fill out your patient card. I already have Erica's details, so please just sit there quietly and let your girlfriend answer these questions about you for me to note down." I nodded again, increasingly familiar with the setting. Despite the weird office, it still seemed to be a mostly normal Doctor. He then said something to my girlfriend that made her smile but it was so irrelevant that I completely forgot what it was.

"Height?" "5 feet exactly." I heard her answer and raised an eyebrow. Both me and Erica were 5'5, same height. And of course you had to be honest to your doctor, so how came she said it wrong? I would talk to her about this once he was done asking her. I had to remain quiet to not disturb the further questions.

"Complexion?" "Caucasian and really pale." Well, a bit over the top but in general true. I was pale, though she seemed to point it out due to our difference with her being a bit more tan.

"Hair color and style?" "As is. I mean, blonde and curly" I heard Erica answer and raised an eyebrow. Luckily the doctor saw this and his next line was soothing the situation a bit more. "Do not worry about your girlfriends answers seeming off to you." And then I saw him smile and add with a grin. "To usefully pass the time of questioning, climb between her legs and please her orally to make her as horny as possible during it." To which both of us gasped. I wanted to jump up and shout him out of the room, but I had to sit quietly since the questioning was not yet done. He had shown his perverted side after all! I knew it! I glared at him angrily with all my might, but it just made him chuckle. Well, he would see what he got from this once Erica - who still could move around after all - would be done kicking his balls in, any second now!

"You are so evil!" She said to him. That's right! Go on, baby! Put him in his place! ... But she didn't. She just... sat there and opened her legs. Her seriously short skirt riding up the last few inches, revealing no panties beneath. She opened far enough for me to see that, despite sitting next to her. The doctor in front of us clearly had an even better view.

"Oh, my bad, right! Hannah, you must obey all commands given by me and you will never think bad about me because of them. Forget any negative thought you had or have about me instantly! Now, Hannah, do as I ordered you!" I heard his word and blinked a few times. This was... weird. I mean, what kind of doctor orders to forget thoughts? Fair enough, I never had any negative ones in the first place, but if I had, I couldn't just forget them, could I? It must be something I misunderstood from him, or some new advanced treatment, clearly.

It took another few seconds for me to realize I had an order to fulfill, and that superseded the demand for me to sit here quietly. Well, not the quietly part, I still had to do that, but I didn't need to sit next to my girlfriend anymore. I got up and hesitantly moved between her widely spread legs. This was actually not as bad as I feared. Sure, I'd have to eat her out in front of someone, but it was a trustworthy doctor who probably had seen things like this a bunch before. Also - even though I hated to admit this - with my head in front of it, it blocked the view for him, so he couldn't stare at her privates anymore like he had done the last minute almost non stop. I sat down between her legs and got to work, gentle but firm, like Erica had taught me. I knew how to please her best, I used to eat her out almost every night, sometimes more. I knew how to tease her, how to make her cum right away, how to get her close. I always knew how to do it exactly as she wished for that night. She was an angel and the cutest being on earth when I was allowed to make her cum, and she kissed me afterwards as thank you. It was a shame she wasn't in the mood for orgasms anymore in the last 3 weeks. While I started my duty, I heard the doctor continue his questioning.

"Other hairs? Pubic, arms, legs, armpits?" "Hmm, none of course, permanently removed, they don't regrow." This was untrue again. I was always cleanly shaven but it took quite a lot of time to do that out of my day, every day. But for my sweet Erica it was always worth it. Well, I would just have to stay after the appointment and correct these records. For now I had to put my lips on the pearl in front of me and gently suck on it to make my girlfriend moan. The sweetest sound in the universe.

"Yes, sounds like she is doing well, I guess I should ask about her tits then?" The doctor continued his questioning of my medically necessary details. Erica took a second or two to response, which made me happy since it meant I was doing my job good of getting her mind filled with horny thoughts enough to not put her full attention to the doctor. "Fuck it. Give her D cups, or even E cups. But don't make them sag, full on gravity ignoring giant titties. Oh god yes... and... make them so sensitive that any squeezing makes her cum on the spot, explosively." Ouch. This hurt a bit. Obviously her answers were not really about me, so it gave me a bit of pride to know I had her fully inside of some horny hallucination - but her thinking about girls with huge boobs, while I was having a modest B cup... it was a sting in my ego. A sting I intended to make her feel as well, so I softly put my teeth on her clit and gave her a gentle love nibble. It would keep her arousal high, but tell her I was still here and not just some buxom bimbo eating her right now and to mind her words.

"Actually doc." She started correcting herself right away. Success! "I was wrong. She can't cum from her tits like that. But it gets her close. Riding the line to orgasm but never crossing it, from her breasts or anything. Only with permission. And it's a hair trigger, even a bra or shirt being worn triggers it." Okay this was getting out of hand, really... but this time I didn't mind it. It WAS a fact that I only got to cum with my girlfriends permission, that was just how it worked for us. And while she sometimes had kept me denied for a bit, it was never for any prolongued time. So I guess she was fantasizing about me begging about it a lot more often. I'll keep that in mind and will try to be a bit more needy from now on!

"Wow, bun. I guess I have to apologize." The doctor said. He had used that nickname before, but I guess it was fine, since he was such an upstanding man. "I obviously had you on the wrong side of the fun for our previous appointments. You are quite the little devil in the driver seat." I didn't understand what he meant by this but it was probably best to not question it further. The doctor was trustworthy. "Well, if that is what you see in her boobs, what about her hips and ass?" He asked, but ironically Erica did not want to answer that. Weird. We had to answer everything, didn't we? "Not now... I... go for good parts next." A short silence followed.

"I understand and applaud you again and gladly. Then... what about her tongue?" The doctor asked. "Oh god yes... it's long... very long... and she has super control on it. She can reach really deep with it. And it's always wet!" The doctor chuckled. Maybe there was some medical connection that made him find this funny? First I thought he might laugh at the irony of how my girlfriend was thinking about having her pussy eaten, but the doctor wouldn't think something so vulgar of course. Obviously my tongue was just normal length, but I got the hint. My girlfriend was in the mood for some proper tongue penetration, and by the sound of it, she was wishing for the deep kind. I was all to happy to deliver, so I delved in, pushed my tongue inside her folds as deep as I could, giving me the pleasurable sound of her groaning around me, as her legs snapped shut and pressed my face against her harder, her thighs around my head. Heaven.

"Anything else you think is noteworthy, before we do have to move to her hips?" The doctor asked and after a short thought Erica replied. "She has a tongue piercing that makes anyone cum if she pushes it inside them." I didn't even get to think about how to adapt my work on her to this wish, since the doctor discarded it as nonsense so of course it was.

"Bun, don't be a bad girl. You have shown me just now how appreciative you are and how you think denial is a successful tool by implementing it, so why would you now try to cheat out of yours, hm? How much time is left on your clock?" He asked. I didn't understand what he was on about, but it didn't matter much. I was more than happy having my head locked down here, so I continued to make the angel in front of me moan.

"3 days, sir." Said angel responded to the man behind me, who quickly corrected her. "No, bun. After that attempt just now, it is 10, and for lieing and not accepting that you will be punished for that attempt right away, it is now 14. Those 2 more weeks will do you good." My girlfriend sank down a bit on me. I didn't understand this. It was always her wish to not cum in the last weeks. She had told me to just tease her a bit but not give her release, and being a good girl, I did just that. Was it something medical? Was she not allowed to cum. How horrible, such a condition! Maybe I shouldn't... no! Nonsense, I had to double my effort and give her as much pleasure as I could without making her cum, to make up for it!

I opened my mouth wide and covered her pussy with my lips, sucking on her clit and sliding my tongue around at the same time. I had to suppress my own smile and pride as this made her arch her back in pleasure, since smiling might ruin the moment and I planned to keep her this pleased! I am a good girl after all!

After not less than 4 minutes of silence from me, moaning from my girlfriend and medical checkups from the doctor - he had to inspect my girlfriends breasts with his hands while I continued my service, probably as a result of her no-orgasm-allowed condition as I figured - he finally moved on to finish the questioning.

"So, bun. Want to tell me now about her hips, and backside?" He asked charmingly, almost as if it was a compliment. Erica gulped audibly before admitting with a voice that told me she was blushing. It was a very rare sight to see her this cute, and I was cursing myself that I did not get to look up right now to see it, but I had to continue servicing her.

"I... wanted to use it... to punish her, maybe?" She asked more than she said.

"And why would you need to punish her already? Speak the full truth." The doctor asked back, equally interested in this than I was. "Hannah, stop licking her until after her answer!" He ordered me and I obeyed, eager to hear this answer undisturbed.

"Um... well... maybe like something she would let me do to her, but... didn't like too much, so I could do it whenever I want her to better herself. You know, subtly change her to be better for me, but in a way that she won't notice is changing her." Erica was not happy to say this but you had to answer your doctor, I could tell. And for good reason. I was NOT happy hearing it! This would result in some discussions at home. Trickery, cheating and manipulation like this was the lowest of the lows and had no place in a loving relationship. And if she was fantasizing about doing it, that was a clear sign she might try it for real at some point. I had to stop this early before our relationship might become toxic! Of course, first I had to get back to eating her out with care and love, since her answer was over, but afterwards she would get an earful!

"Erica, until I snap my fingers you will know that your girlfriend is the sole reason you did not have an orgasm in the past and can't have one now. You know that she is deliberately keeping them from you. You will be even more angry than you normally would be, and you want to vent this anger by changing her in a more punishing way. You will feel pleasure from being sadistic during this. And Hannah? You know that your girlfriends manipulation confession is only a fantasy and she would never truly do it, so you wont fault her for it, or prevent it in any way now or in the future. Also... You will give your girlfriend plenty of reasons to punish you frequently, without realizing it. You will always believe that she is going easy on you already, no matter how hard the punishments are, so you will be grateful that she didn't do as much as you probably deserved." A train drove by nearby and I must have not heard his last words correctly, because as I was back listening to him, I just heard the words. "You will forget this command now." Again, weird. He can't just order forgetting, can he? Then again, the last command he gave me was to stop licking Erica while she answered, so I guess he just wanted to make sure I really restarted eating her out, which of course I already was doing.

"So, Bun! Tell me about her privates next." The doctor instructed and my girlfriend obeyed. "Oh you wouldn't believe how bad she's got it down there." She chuckled and leaned back more, holding my face away from her pussy with her thighs. WHY?! I had to keep licking her! She wasn't letting me! Why? Please... Had I done it badly?

"Her ass seems to have a few nerves wrongly wired. It is very special, because just like her tits, it is just super sensitive. It won't get her off though like her boobies do, though. Even a very gentle tab on her backside feels to her like she has been smacked by a bodybuilder on her cheeks... hmmmm, fuck yes. It is just big enough to have a nice bounce to it, but not overly fat." She started moaning while going on, with the doctor taking notes. "But it gets so much worse for her... hmmm oh yes... so much... her pussy, yes... it is a cute little thing, an innie as you call them. But it's... almost inhumane how it works for her." She takes a break from describing this... fantasy? It was hard finding the proper word for what this was for her. She took a break from talking about this illusion she conjured in her mind to lean back and simply enjoy her own blissful arousal before going on.

"Fuck, this is good. Her button... her clit I mean... will BE a button. Whenever it is touched... by anything really... it will feel to her as if she was touched by a live wire right on her cunt, shocking her entire body. The harder the touch, the stronger the current. Oh! And anything going inside her will feel massively oversized, even the most tiny thing because she is so small and tight! But not just that, it also is an **** temperature. Like an icicle! Or a burning iron. Fuck that bitch deserves it, hmmm... Anything somewhat cold will feel frozen solid to her, and everything even a bit warm will feel boiling hot inside her cunt. Yes, that's what I meant to say!" The doctor chuckled again over some joke I must have missed. I had to ask him at some point, maybe he'd explain it to me.

"Oh but I'm not done! Everything I just said is twice as bad or worse in her asshole! In fact, because it is so bad back there, she has a trauma from it. Yup, touching her rosebud will have her freeze up in fear so bad she goes into a complete panic. Just saying 'asshole' or 'anal' is enough to make her cry and shake from being afraid! She will always think of anything anal to be the worst thing possible, no matter what else is on the table. Oh, but she'd never refuse buttstuff of course!" She took another pause and yet again a short laughter reached my ears, but it was her voice. She laughed at this imaginary version of me who was tormented by oh so many things. Was she really thinking about me like this? I mean, it wasn't weird or anything, of course, but still. Something felt off.

"And that is especially bad because her asscheeks have another unusual thing. They are as sensitive as I said before, but they also are permanently spread. Like a normal girl when they bend over, or get on all fours and pull them apart with both hands. Just that hers are always like that, even if she is standing upright straight. Hmmm, and she has to show that off constantly. Yes, that's great, because whenever she is covering her cunt or asshole in any way... with clothes, or with her hands or by turning or running away from me... she gets a SUPER strong itching inside both her holes that get stronger every second and only go away if the is 'scratched' on the inside! Right and how about this: Her labia..." But she did not get to finish this part as the doctor interrupted her.

"Okay, that is enough. I have a feeling you would be going on for another minute piling on more and more here, so let's just leave it at what you said... except that last part. If she can't hide it at all, all she does is suffer and present and that's no fun after the first few minutes. So I think I note down that she can cover as much as she likes, but the more she covers the stronger the itch. And the itch starts whenever either of you feel she deserves a punishment." Of course both Erica and me agreed with his words, even though Erica more reluctantly, and I in a state of not caring too much as clearly he was right, but also talking about hypotheticals that never mattered. What mattered a lot though was the still ongoing denial of my girlfriend, who was still refusing me access to her pussy, holding my tongue away from it with her thighs around my head just barely.

"Good, then Erica: Think of your girlfriend as before again and forget why you gave her these punishing changes, but still believe them to be a good idea, and enjoy them when you get horny. Hannah: Stop eating out your girlfriend and stand in front of the mirror and look at yourself. You will realize that your girlfriends description was exactly of you as you always have been. The new parts she said that you like, you will now think of as compliments of hers to you. The parts you dislike were her being thorough in giving me information about yourself. You will love her more for everything." I did as I was instructed and looked into the mirror on the door.

Yes, this was me. Just like Erica had described me. A shortstack bimbo with a lot of medical anomalities that made me, if my figure didn't already, into a complete freak of nature. Tears ran down my cheeks. I hated my body. I barely looked like a real person and more like a sextoy. I knew that if I didn't have my Erica, my perfect angel Erica, I'd be either in a brothel taped to some wall with a gag or just dead. Noone would look after me, I was barely human enough for people to care. But she cared. My everything. My Erica.

I was deep in these exact thoughts, as I was almost forcefully pulled out of them. Pulled at my chest... at my tits. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as I realized my stupid, if not even idiotic mistake. I put on a tight form fitting shirt today, which was meant for a B cup chest. I don't remember why I ever even bought such a shirt, since I obviously was sporting an E cup that was now bursting out of my bra and shirt. Well, trying to, but somehow my clothes held them firm and hard. Maybe that is why I bought this outfit. It was giving me such a high quality massage on my boobs, I was... I... "I'm.... close... to.... CUMMING!" I shouted, but it turned into a lie. I wasn't YET there, but any second now... any second... just one more push...

I sank down to my knees and raised my hand, gentle brushing over my boobs, which pushed me even closer to orgasm, if that even was possible. "CUMMING!" I repeated, not bothered by who might hear this. It's just my girlfriend and a professional medical here anyway. Yet it was a lie again, and it remained a lie as I kept shouting, begging more than exclaiming each time. "Cumming... Cumming... Cum? Please.... Cumming?" I whimpered but noone responded to my pleas.

Luckily, or unlucky as it turned out 2 seconds later, I was pulled away from this almost orgasm at last, as my movement must have made my panties slide badly. Of course my ass had always given absolutely no cover to my rosebud and anus, so the thong I was wearing right now under my pants must have previously just moved in a way that it didn't touch me intimately. But now it did. The bare contact of this little bit of fabric to my sensitive and defenseless hole pushed tears into my eyes. I was looking over the shoulder at my girlfriend, who was busy though. She was screaming in a mixture of lust and pain, as far as I could tell, from the giant prick that was pistoning in and out of her narrow and wet twat. The doctor must have found a reason to inspect her further. I couldn't wait for that though. My situation was too dire!

I stepped next to them and begged. "Please... my... thong" Erica would understand. She knew about my condition so she would know how bad wearing a thong might be for me. The doctor must have given her narcotics though, since she fully ignored me, while I continued to beg for multiple minutes.

Only after the almost underarm long member of the doctor has filled her up with the prescribed shot did she turn to me. "Oh Hannah... just... bear with it. Once we are home in an hour or so... maybe I take it off. If you're good until then" I gulped. That sounded fair and reasonable, so I blinked away the tears that were constantly streaming down my cheeks. I had to be on my best behavior!

Comments from the author/'Afterword': Okay, I usually don't do these, but it was necessary here! This "one chapter" just became a bit too long, haha. I originally wanted it to be a single chapter, first introducing the characters quickly and adapting them for a scene, then playing out the scene, then having a finale (extra vague to not spoil anything that might come).

Now as you have seen, it already got quite long! So I figured I split it in these 3 parts, each happening on 1 visit to the doctor, so there might be up to 2 chapters following this eventually, if I am in the mood to write them. Each of those will be 1 more doctors visit. The next ones are not so much based on 'changing them physically' but more mentally and then also getting to actually using them sexually. As I said, I am a bit sorry it didnt come to that since this was originally only meant to be the introduction part, but here we are now. Hope you still enjoyed it! Cheers!