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Amanda and Peter walked home in silence, Peter still tingling from his unfulfilled arousal, her thong in his pocket, clutched tightly in his hand. Whilst Amanda, her brain a confused mess of humiliating embarrassment, yet with a stupidly demanding buzzing still between her legs and very aware that she was naked beneath her miniscule miniskirt. It didn't take them long to get home where they both quietly excused themselves to their particular bedrooms. Amanda couldn't help herself, stripping off urgently she desperately needed to clear her head after the humiliating teasing that Mister Arnold had done in front of her own son, she knew it was wrong but she stupidly needed to climax, her body desperate for relief. Peter meanwhile couldn't wait to put his Mum's thong on. He stripped off his shorts quickly, then trembling as he slipped the satin panties down, he stepped into her thong and wriggled excitedly as he pulled them up over his small but erect penis. It clung to him as it had her, the string nestling between his cheeks just as it had with her not an hour before, her moisture caressing his stiffness. With a glance down and with a second thought he pulled the satin panties back up his legs too, covering her thong before lying on his bed, his fingers urgently rubbing himself through them until, in ecstasy, he came stickily into his mothers wetness. That night they hardly spoke to each other, each in their own worlds, the only interaction was him thoughtlessly tired, putting her now sticky thong into the washing basket and her later taking out the contents of the basket to wash. She was surprised when she saw the soiled thong as she put the things in the machine. At first she had thought that it had been left in Mister Arnold's office, but now it seemed she'd been wrong, somehow the unthinkable crossed her mind, how had it got there and how was it in that state? Yet it was unmistakable, Peter must have had them all the time, a quivering pulse of embarrassment went through her. She didn't know what would have been worse, him keeping them and making her walk home bare, or actually giving them back to her in the office. Unable to quell her curiosity she looked closer, for a second she thought the stickiness was her own, but then, her heart quickened, foolishly her free hand dropped between her legs in response to the foolish unwanted tingle she felt there. There was no doubt she knew her son had cum in them, her brain buzzed a confusion of thoughts, yet deep down her sex was calling for her touch, it was wrong terribly wrong. She shook herself, her head throbbing, she would have to think about it tomorrow, but she knew that she would never be able to make herself tell him off for this embarrassing deed. Saturday dawned, she hadn't slept well and she was still confused and humiliated from the day before. They breakfasted quietly almost hardly daring to talk to each other, save for the brief reference to taking the vitamin capsules that they had started the night before. After breakfast Peter went straight back up to his room saying he wanted to tidy it, which he in fact did, but not before putting the satin panties back on and rubbing himself as he wore them, thinking again about the events of the previous afternoon. His mother did her housework, putting all her energy into it, until slowly she began to regret her attitude towards her son, after all it wasn't his fault. She called to him, "Dolly? Would you like some cake love?" Peter heard her, he smiled to himself, she sounded much better, a lot brighter, more like her normal self, he knew if he left her alone long enough she would come around again. He came downstairs, using all his guile to make her happier. "Yes please Mummy." He used that word because he knew it made her melt. She smiled at him. "I'm sorry I was a bit moody Dolly." She poured some tea out for him. "Would you like me to make your favourite fairy cakes for you Dolly?" Peter could see she was trying her best to be extra nice to him, he nodded. "Yes please mummy." He said again, then deciding to push his luck a bit. "But where has my lovely pretty mummy gone mummy? You look all sad and grey today mummy." He could see the tiniest blush come to her cheeks. She changed the subject. "Will you do me a big favour Dolly, would you pop down to the shop to get some things for me?" She had ignored his comments, but then as a persuasive afterthought. "You could buy yourself a new computer magazine, you know, like the one you love to read." He smiled at her for a second, but deep down he was wondering how he could make her persuade him to go to the shop. "Ok mummy, I will, if you make yourself look nice and pretty when I get back." "Dolly!" she began. "Mummy," he interrupted. "You know I love it when you look so nice at home too." She looked at him a pulsing throb in her temple "I'm going to bake some cakes Dolly, so I can't get dressed up can I?" Peter looked at her, his hands on his hips. "Do you want me to go to the shop mummy?" She laughed and broke the building tension, "Ok well we will see love, I'll get my purse and give you a list." Peter took the money and the list and went off in hope. Amanda felt a little happier now and she went about her baking quite light heartedly, her mood improving by the minute as she focussed on her cooking. Peter arrived back just before lunch, the table was set with sandwiches cut into small triangles, just as they both liked and in the middle sat a plate of pretty cup cakes, their middles decorated with pink icing and sprinkles. She was smiling at him. "There, your favourite lunch." Her smile was infectious but he was disappointed, she hadn't changed her clothes as he'd hoped. "Oh Mummy, I do love you, but don't you want to look pretty for me today, I do so wish you would, pwetty pwease." And he puckered up a kiss towards her blinking his eyelashes prettily. She could never resist it when her son did that, she knew he could twist her round his little finger when he tried really hard. "Silly billy." She smiled. "Alright, go and put the kettle on and make the tea then and I'll pop up and change, if it makes you happier." "Oooo thank you mummy, yes it does." Peter blew a kiss at his mother and almost skipped into the kitchen to make their tea. She headed upstairs to her bedroom, undoing her jeans as she went. Arriving inside she took them and her sweatshirt off and she threw them over the chair, then she opened her wardrobe and looked inside thoughtfully. Suddenly all her normal clothes looked dowdy and drab, she looked through her skirts and her dresses, but after the clothes she had been wearing the last weeks she knew that he wouldn't like any of them. Downstairs she heard the kettle boiling and she knew that she'd have to hurry. Turning with a sigh she tentatively opened her uniform box and after a moments nervous hesitation she took out the clothes recently laundered and placed on top. The sight of them sent a buzz through her sex and she trembled in mixed feeling, she knew she shouldn't yet stupidly she wanted to. "Mummy tea's ready." His voice sounded light and cheerful from the hallway. "I, I won't be a second love." Her voice was a swiftly squeaked reply. She took a deep breath and then trying her best to quell her feelings, she stripped off her white cotton panties and her ordinary white bra, then hurriedly she dressed. The panties were the sheer black bikini ones and the bra the mesh net, that hardly covered or supported anything, but she rushed on, trying to force herself to think that this was just normal. Hardly realising what she was doing, she put the matching suspender belt around her waist and hurriedly put her stockings on. The miniskirt was the tiny black one and the blouse the sheer black matching one. She buttoned it up, trying not to look at herself in the mirror, trying not to think about her visible breasts with her peeping red nipples. "Mummy, are you coming Mummy?" "I'm on my way love." She slipped her feet into her heels and headed out to go down the stairs. Dolly was at the foot of the stairs looking up, waiting. "Ohh Mummy, you look lovely, that's so much nicer, I love seeing you like that." He was beaming as he spoke, taking in every inch of her barely clad body. "Show them to me Mummy, you know what Mister Arnold told me." She knew exactly what he meant, she was almost expecting it and she blushed immediately trying her best to be nonchalant and normal as she walked down the stairs. He stood there expectantly, waiting and she could see the pleading brightness in what she thought was his innocent eyes. Three steps above him she sighed quietly and stopped. Trying to ignore the increasing buzz between her legs, she flicked her skirt up to her waist, held it there a second as she paused in front of him, then dropped it again. Her face burning shamefully yet her clitoris tingling stupidly. "Ooo Mummy, they are gorgeous, you are so pretty and sexy Mummy." He sounded excited. She carried on past him into the kitchen, trying to pull herself together and ignore her feelings, telling herself how stupid she was, after all this was her son for god's sake. They sat in the kitchen to eat, either side of the table, him hardly able to take his eyes off her breasts. It took her a little while to calm herself, but eventually she relaxed and they began to just chat about his visit to the shop. Slowly she brought the conversation around to computers, she knew that he was desperate for one and he was soon babbling away about various types and programs that he'd love to try. He wanted to have one with photoshop on as he loved to take photos and he wanted to use the paintbox programs too. He told her that he wanted to save up all his wages to get one, he just couldn't wait. They had almost finished their lunch when there was a knock at the front door, it was a loud strong rap. Amanda looked towards the door- "I wonder who that can be on a Saturday afternoon." She spoke her thoughts out loud. "I'll get it Mummy." Dolly knew exactly who was at the door, he'd been speaking to Mister Arnold earlier. She hadn't heard the phone ringing; she was too wrapped up in putting on her uniform and Dolly had answered it. He had told him that his mum was changing upstairs. Mister Arnold seemed pleased with that. He told Dolly that he was coming around with a surprise and that as it was a surprise that he was not to tell his Mummy. So Dolly had said nothing. He rushed to the door now and opened it. There was Mister Arnold standing in front of a large pile of large cardboard boxes. "Hello Dolly, I've brought you a present, come and help me carry it up to your bedroom." Mister Arnold smiled benevolently at Dolly. Amanda jumped from her chair as she heard Mister Arnold's voice, a hateful fear running through her. She rushed into the hallway in time to meet Dolly and Mister Arnold on either end of a huge box as they carried it in. "Ah, there you are girl." He made her feel small and nervous with just a few words. "I'm glad you're wearing your uniform." He paused looking her up and down, it made her blush a deep crimson in a shameful humiliation, she couldn't meet his gaze and looked down at his feet. "I've brought a computer around for Dolly, he told me yesterday that it was what he wanted and I found a spare in the storeroom for him." She didn't know what to say, but Dolly was beside himself. "Ohh Mister Arnold, ohh thank you thank you, oh wow mummy." Eventually she mumbled her thanks, he face still crimson, nervously trying to conceal her barely covered breasts. "We'll bring this upstairs, you can bring the small boxes up and Dolly and I will get the rest." He moved to carry on, picking up his end of the big box, then chivvying them on. "Come on girls, let's get going." Amanda had to back into the kitchen to let them past, the stairs barely wide enough to take the box as they carried it up. She went to the front door and saw the mound of boxes there, unthinking she picked up one of the small ones as he had said and carried it up to her son's bedroom. Inside there was already a mound of packing and several computer parts were on Dolly's desk. "Ah good, Dolly go and start bringing the rest of the boxes up, I'll help you with the other big one in a minute." Dolly rushed out of the room again, desperate to be useful and to impress Mister Arnold. Mister Arnold waited until he had gone before turning to Amanda. "I had a long chat with your supervisor yesterday and she pointed out that I had been remiss on both your healths when I employed you. Everyone of my girls should go through a medical and receive the appropriate jabs considering the environment in which you are working. Therefore I immediately got in touch with the company doctor and he has agreed to come around here this afternoon to put things right." Amanda looked at him aghast, "But, but-" she began. "Don't even think of arguing girl, or you know what the consequences will be, or do you want another spanking in front of your son?" "Oh my god, no, please." The colour drained from her face. "Noo, please." "Then behave and do exactly as the doctor tells you when he comes, or I am sure that Dolly would be happy to see me spank you again today." Amanda blushed, unspeaking, trembling in front of Mister Arnold. Dolly's return carrying two more boxes broke the tension that he had no idea there was and he and Mister Arnold carried on unpacking them. Almost immediately and as if it had been pre planned, there was another Knock at the front door. "Ahh that will be Doctor Morris now, go and let him in girl." Mister Arnold glanced over at her from his task, ready for the reprimand if she showed any sign of hesitation. One look at him and Amanda left the room, there was no way she was going to be spanked liked that in front of her son again. There was a second knock at the front door as she reached the hallway and she hurried to answer it before Mister Arnold started shouting. At the door stood a tall elderly gentleman, in his hand a large doctor's bag. "About time too girl." His voice was smooth and well educated. He walked straight in past her. "Where can we go to do this?" Amanda was taken aback by his pushiness and answered in a small voice, "On the right in the dining room sir." He hardly missed a beat and she followed him into the dining room. He looked about himself. "Hmm, this will do, ok girl take all your clothes off." She stepped back open mouthed, "But," she began. "You can leave your stockings on, incidentally Mister Arnold told me that if I had any nonsense from you, you should be spanked, now hurry up and strip." He placed his bag on a chair and opened it, taking various instruments and vials from it whilst she reluctantly took off her skirt and blouse. "Come along quick about it, your bra and knickers too." He was almost aggressively assertive and she obeyed in nervous embarrassment. He made her stand by the dining room table whilst he began his examination. He told her to open her mouth whilst he looked down her throat before feeling the glands in her neck and looking in her ears. Seeming satisfied, he turned and opened a flat round clear plastic box from which he took a large white disc shaped tablet. "Suck on this girl, let it dissolve in your mouth." He pushed it between her lips, over her tongue and it filled her mouth. It didn't taste unpleasant, slightly minty really and she had no alternative but to begin to suck on it. He slid his hands down over her body and she tried to concentrate on the tablet to take her mind off his touch, after all it was a medical examination, wasn't it! He slipped his hands under and around her breasts, lifting and feeling them until his fingers were on her nipples. Gently at first he touched them, gradually administering more attention to them, until he was pinching and tugging at them. "She squeaked, swallowing the liquid from the slowly dissolving tablet, her mouth was starting to feel slightly numb and she was suddenly feeling quite weak and almost oblivious of what was happening. He smiled a crude smile reaching into his bag for a curious belt that he wrapped around her waist, tightly tightening it about her. The belt had two cuffs attached to it and he arranged them so that one was either side against her hips. "Hands to your sides girl." She wasn't thinking she was concentrating on sucking the tablet and if the truth be known she felt quite spaced out. She had no idea it was a form of Rohypnol blend that she was sucking on. Her arms were already relaxed and she unthinkingly moved them in obeyance. He quickly buckled her wrists into the cuffs and tugged at them to make sure they were secure, then he turned again to his bag, taking his time now. He knew that the measured dose of the drug was relatively small, he knew that he had her in his power now, but he also knew that she would be aware of and feel everything that he planned to do to her, she was in just a partial sedative state. He placed a brown medicine bottle on the table beside her and a paintbrush beside it. Then leering at her he slowly put on a pair of latex medical gloves. She hardly noticed, she felt almost dreamlike as she sucked on the tablet, at that moment it was the focus of all her attention. Carefully he took the top off the bottle, then dipped the paintbrush in it, the liquid was thick, sticky and dark, dark red. Smiling evilly to himself, he lifted her breasts again and slowly began to paint her nipples, the sticky, almost waxy mixture, sticking to her areola colouring them. He took his time, he wanted it to be perfect, he knew that it would dry soon and be irremovable, so he wanted it to look right. The little paintbrush teased her to start, it made her nipples react and become erect, tingling, it made her aroused and she felt herself getting wet. Then slowly they became hotter and hotter, her nipples stiff and swelling like they had never swollen before. she began to whimper then pull and tug at her wrists, she had to wipe it off her get it off quickly, stop the stinging. "Get it off, get it off," she squeaked, "Stop it, get it off." She was wriggling her body now, trying to get away from him, but it was too late, the deed was done and the mixture was drying fast. Instead he moved quickly, putting the bottle and brush down before twisting her around and bending her over the table. The first smack took her by surprise but by the sixth she was whimpering and sobbing collapsed over the table. Smiling lewdly he slipped his fingers between her legs dipping into her wetness making her whimper as he played with her. He was a past master at teasing his victims, just keeping them on the edge of a climax. She was moaning when he turned her over again, thrusting her on to the table so that she lay there wriggling on her back, her hands still cuffed to her sides, her nipples buzzing and throbbing in their heated arousal. The second pair of cuffs hadn't been noticed as they dangled down from the belt. Their tickling touch against her thighs, just another sexual distraction. He bent her knees now, one at a time, bringing her ankles up to the cuffs and fastening them. It left her lying there on the table, hands at her sides, feet on the table top, her ankles strapped up to her thighs, her thighs apart, leaving her sex open and available. He snickered a slightly mad aroused chuckle as he reached over for the bottle and the little paint brush again. "This little concoction of mine is really very good, it will break down all your inhibitions because it will have you constantly begging to itch your itch, begging to climax, to give you that sexual release you are dying for. And of course, you will never get that release, because it will always be there, a constant heat in your tits and in your stiff little clitoris." He laughed a coarse laugh and made a show of dipping the paintbrush into the bottle. "This is a lovely mixture of red dye and chilli oil with aloe and wax. The dye, is a permanent stain that can take months to wear off, the chilli oil provides the heat which stings and burns, only slowly diminishing over the weeks. The aloe ensures the die and the chilli oil is absorbed deeply into the skin and the wax forms a protective coating that stops you from being able to itch and cause damage to yourself." He paused again looking for her reaction and smirking at the horror in her face. "Of course the wonderful thing is, you cant rub it off and if you try to wash it of..... well you know what happens to chilli oil when you add water to it?" His grin was quite evil. "It makes it hotter!" and he laughed as he withdrew the paintbrush thick with the dark red mixture. Amanda wriggled in a half hearted, weak quivering attempt to get away from him, whimpering as she tried to beg him not to, but somehow her voice was lost, just coming out as a soft squeak. His face was an evil smirking mask as he grabbed one of her raised knees, bringing the brush closer and closer to her sex. "Keep still slut or it'll go all over your cunt, then you'll see how much it will sting." Amanda stiffened in abject fear, watching his every movement as he slowly brought the brush down between her legs. Her clitoris was slightly unhooded, it had done so in reaction to the itching tingling heat in her nipples. Gently he began to paint it, his strokes soft and teasing, he knew what that would do, knew what would happen and it did. Her clitoris stiffened, unhooding itself completely until it stuck out like a tiny penis. He took his time then, relishing each stroke of his paintbrush, each dip in the mixture as he carefully and completely painted it. The touch made her tingle, totally aroused, her wetness becoming a desperate wanting flood. Lost in the erotic teasing touch her growing moans indicating her nearing climax. The doctor was well versed and artful however, he knew just when to lighten his touch and when to completely stop, to wait, wait until her laboured breathing, her close climax had subdued enough before he started again with another coat. By the time he was satisfied, she was a whimpering quivering mess, a puddle of her own juices growing under her bottom, on the table top. He looked at his watch and looked at her, the continual evil smirk on his face. "Now let's let that dry first." He put the lid on the bottle and carefully put it with the brush into a plastic box which he placed in his bag. At the same time, almost humming to himself, he took a small cardboard carton out and opening it he withdrew a sealed condom, he tore the seal open and took the condom out. She was hardly aware of anything except the growing heat in her clitoris and the throbbing heat in her nipples. It left her wriggling and whimpering in desperate arousal. He unzipped his bulging trousers and pulled his thick stiff cock out. He stroked it a few times as he looked at her, making it grow even stiffer, then slowly unrolled the condom over it, enjoying the feel as he did so. "Normally I wouldn't use a condom girl, but it's better to be safe than sorry, after all if the mixture isn't completely dry, I don't want chilli oil all over my cock do i." He chortled as he said it. Standing against the table he pulled her sliding towards him until his covered gleaming head was against her bubbling wetness. He entered her slightly, just enough to open her lips. "Do you want me to fuck you girl?" He moved his stiffness gently teasing her. Amanda was so aroused now, the touch feeding her desperate yearning to rub, to itch that needy throbbing want. "Do you want me to fuck you girl?" He carried on teasing her. "Yss, yesss?" She gasped in her desperation. He slowly slid his head in between her lips, enjoying every second. "You're a fucking little slut aren't you girl?" He withdrew to just touch her again. She whimpered and wriggled the desperation to itch growing more and more "You're a fucking slut aren't you girl?" "Yssss, Yess." She gasped even more frantically. "Tell me then, tell me you're a fucking slut." He was teasing her again, his head opening her, barely entering before slipping out of her. "I, I'm a a ffucking slut sir." She panted the compulsive urgency eating into her. He thrust deep into her wet canal as she spoke, grunting as he did so, her panting squeak bringing her close to an immediate climax. This was just the start however, he was after all a mature extremely experienced sexual deviant and he was going to enjoy warping her mind. "You love cock don't you slut?" he hissed, moving gently inside her. Her eyes were open, but sightless, she wanted so desperately to climax, needed to climax, needed to scratch the itch. "Yss," she gasped. He increased his speed slightly. "You love any cock don't you?" "Yss, ysss" she had no idea what she was really saying, just that an affirmative brought her closer to her desperate climax. "You love the men in the scrapyard don't you? Love what they do to you." "Yss, yesss." She was desperately close, almost there. "You love Dolly's cock don't you?" "Yss, yssss." She was panting now, begging for it. He began to thrust harder, quicker, his own cock like steel. "You love your own sons cock don't you?" he panted. "Yss, ysss ysss." Nearly there, almost there, just a little harder. "You want your son to fuck you don't you slut?" he hissed. "Yeeeessssss, yeeessss, ohhhh god ohhhhh yess ohhhhh yessss." She climaxed then in an earth shattering mind blowing whole body collapse. He ejaculated in a great gush, filling the condom at the same time, laughing loudly as he did so. His withdrawal left her quivering and whimpering, he was well aware that her itch would be growing again even as she recovered from her shattering orgasm. He also knew full well that what had been said was even seeping into her mind, the shuddering humiliation of what she had admitted to, growing and taking seed. Carefully he slipped the condom off his still large member, dropping it with its contents in a petri dish he'd left out on the table before tucking himself back into his trousers. Having tidied himself up, he turned back to her, still squirming on the table and undid the cuffs, on her ankles first, then her wrists before finally undoing the belt from around her waist. "Come along, get up you little slut, get your skirt and blouse on, then you can go and make me a cup of tea, while I write up my notes." His voice was loud, assertive and arrogant. She wriggled off the table, hardly able to take her own weight on her legs, the heat in her clit and her nipples driving her crazy. She looked around for her underwear a second and he noticed. "I only said skirt and blouse slut, they're on the chair where you left them, now get them on, or would you prefer to make my tea naked." She whimpered softly, quivering as she dressed, fumbling the buttons with her trembling fingers. He wiped the table using a blue surgical paper as she did so, then sat on a nearby chair with a clipboard of forms which he proceeded to fill in, with no further glance at her. Hurriedly she opened the dining room door and escaped to the kitchen, desperate to rub her continuously demanding bits in some sort of privacy. She had the kettle on in a rush and then whimpering touched and rubbed herself as it boiled. "Arnold, Arnold, where's my next patient." She heard the shout from the hallway, it brought her back down to earth with a rush and in a fluster she hurried to make the tea. Peter appeared at the head of the stairs with Mister Arnold behind him. "Good afternoon Doctor, here is Dolly. Come along Dolly, the doctor has to give you your examination now." Peter nervously trotted down the stairs to meet him in the hallway, there half smiling innocently at the doctor he stood waiting. Doctor Morris turned towards the kitchen. "Where is my tea girl?" Amanda quivered in a buzzing overload to her senses, then brought a mug of tea out to the hallway and nervously handed it to him. Peter gasped his eyes nearly popping out of his head, he always thought his mummy looked sexy when she blushed, but the sight of her filmily covered breasts totally visible, her nipples a deep red and fully erect, made him instantly aroused. His eyes ravished her, from her stocking clad legs going all the way up under her short skirt, to that translucent all revealing blouse and her pink cheeked blushes, she looked totally sexy, it made him want her in a way no son should. "Go in there and wait for me Dolly." Doctor Morris pointed to the dining room and Peter reluctantly dragged his eyes away from his mummy and did as he was told. "I'll give him a full medical first as we discussed, then give him the necessary immunisations Arnold." Doctor Morris took a sip of his tea, then glanced at Amanda. "I'll come back next weekend to see how you are getting on and give you your boosters girl." With that he left them, following Peter into the dining room and closing the door. "Where's my tea, girl?" Mister Arnold looked her up and down critically and she quivered beneath his gaze. "I, I'll get you one now sir." There was a tremble in her voice, her tone small and submissive, he liked that, in fact he was delighted with the way she looked and pleased with the way Dolly had looked at her. "I'll be back upstairs, bring it up to me and you can replace Dolly, helping me run these cables in." He was heading back up the stairs even as he spoke. In the dining room, Doctor Morris looked at Peter then unrolled an exercise mat out across the end of the table, covering it with another length of the blue paper. "Right Dolly, get undressed whilst I put my things out." Peter looked at him wide eyed, he suddenly remembered that he was wearing the pair of panties beneath his shorts. Doctor Morris glanced at him as he put various things on the table. "Come along, quick about it Dolly, I haven't all day you know." He was curious now, knowing the boy had something to hide. Nervously Peter took off his tee shirt off, then somewhat reluctantly pulled his shorts and panties down in one. He wasn't quick enough however, Doctor Morris was watching keenly and immediately spied the pretty panties the boy was wearing. He couldn't stop the broad grin breaking out on his face, old Arnold was right indeed, we have a sissy on our hands. Trying to control his expression he began the boy's medical, looking in his mouth, throat, eyes and ears, just as he had with his mother and again just like before he took a tablet from the pot and told him to suck it. It filled Peter's mouth completely and he was almost dribbling as he tried to suck it, the effect much quicker and effective on him. The doctor took his time, running his hands over his body then, feeling his chest and tweaking his little nipples just as he had with his mother. He moved on, feeling and gently squeezing Peter's penis and testicles before finally running his palms over the cheeks of his bottom. Peter was trembling in inner embarrassment to the doctor's touches, his body reacting in the most humiliating way, making him feel oddly aroused inside. Doctor Morris knew what he was doing, it was all preparatory, taking his time to let the tablet take effect until eventually he could see that the boy was begin to get relaxed and tired. "Right lie down on my mat on the table Dolly." Peter tried to concentrate but he felt so woozy. "Here Dolly let me help you." And Doctor Morris manoeuvred him onto his back on the mat. "Just close your eyes and relax now Dolly." His voice was soft, almost lulling. Peter felt so sleepy anyway that he hardly needed any encouragement to close his eyes and doze off. Doctor Morgan opened a plastic box and removed two large rubber discs, they were pink in colour and they had a large hole in the centre and three rows of tiny holes around the disc itself. He peeled a clear plastic film off the back of the first one, then he carefully located it on Peter's chest. He placed it so that Peter's nipple just protruded through the hole in the centre and carefully pressed it down, sticking it in place on Peter's chest. Checking to see that there was no response from Peter, he repeated the process around Peter's other nipple, making a small dot of alignment with a permanent marker, alongside them on both sides of Peter's chest. He looked and checked both discs carefully, making small alterations until he was completely satisfied. Turning back to his bag he took a large leather box out and opened it, inside was a syringe driver. It was much like a water pistol, with a trigger and a place to screw a bottle, but on the business end there was a short needle. These things were often used for mass immunisation, however this one was modified. Doctor Morgan selected a glass bottle containing a viscous syrupy pink liquid, removed the lid and screwed it into the gun, then he began. There were ten holes in each row circling around the disc and with total care and precision he patiently inserted the needle in each one, piercing the skin on Peter's chest and injecting a set measure with one trigger click each time. It was a long slow laborious process, yet Doctor Morgan enjoyed every second of it, changing for a new bottle of pink liquid for each circle, until he had used up six and completed them both. He was almost humming to himself, a quick glance at Peter's softly snoring form, encouraged him and he smiled before changing the gun for a more normal syringe. The needle on this was a thicker one and the phial that he selected had a whiter more mucusy content. He charged the syringe and breathed out slowly, taking his absolute care as he gently pushed the needle directly into Peter's nipple. He used one phial up on each of Peter's nipples making them grow and swell immediately, sticking out through the middle of the disc. Doctor Morgan had been involved with plastic surgery for years, at one time recognised as being at the head of his field, however due to certain sexual misconduct issues, his career had come crashing down around him. That he eventually turned to his advantage however and soon he developed a reputation in the private sector, where no questions were asked. This gave him greater scope to experiment and develop new products and ideas, whilst at the same time he was able to enjoy his own sexual deviances. The particular products that he had just used on Peter were the result of many years of development of non-invasive breast enlargement. The pink solution was a molecular mixture of fatty acids with a base of aloe. The mixture was designed to chemically combine with the body's tissue at a molecular level, the aloe molecules combining with the human cells in a natural non rejective homologation. Once the compound mixture has combined with the cells into which it has been injected, then it will begin to act. Aloe is extremely hygroscopic, which means that it takes on water, which results in extreme growth of the cell and the fatty acid inclusion ensures that the fluid development is thicker and fattier. This causes gradual growth of the area in question finally creating pert and resilient breasts. The white solution was a modification of that mixture with inclusion of high dose female hormones and prolactin which is included to develop the mammary glands. The trouble with the procedure is that: firstly once the compound is reacting with the body's cells, there is no way to stop it, Secondly the growth will continue until the aloe has achieved its maximum hygration and thirdly because the actual body cells have swollen and developed, there is no surgical removal as would be by a silicon breast implant. In this case the breast would now become an inherent part of the body. The doctor put his syringe down for a second and inspected his work before peeling the rubber discs off the boy's chest. He put the clear film over the gel adhesive and replaced them in the plastic container, ready for next time. Having tidied it away he looked at Peter's still sleeping form and an evil smirk grew on his face. he looked in the syringe box again and took out one more of the white gel phials, placing them to one side in readiness. Then with gentle movements, he carefully rolled the boy onto his side and then his stomach, he slid his hands over Peter's bottom, then selecting the best spot to create maximum fullness he put two little crosses on his cheeks. The last phial was the spare he had brought with him, but this was too good an opportunity to miss, Female hormones and a creation of at least a little fullness in the boy's bottom would be great fun. Peter stirred and groaned softly, he was coming too. Doctor Morgan hurriedly filled the syringe and gave the injections, it was quicker than he would normally do it, but he didn't want to miss the chance. Moments later when he was packing the syringes away, Peter groggily woke up. "Ok Dolly, you can get up and get dressed now." Peter felt odd, he had a slight headache and he felt quite giddy, but the Doctor helped him off the table until he was leaning against it to regain his balance. Smiling the doctor handed Peter his panties. "Here are your panties Dolly, come along get dressed now." Peter's face went scarlet as he took them, unable to look at the doctor as he put them on, then hurriedly grabbing his shorts and pulling them on to hide them. His tee shirt followed quickly, his chest felt funny, but he guessed it was because he had been lying on his front. The doctor stopped him with a toothy grin as he went to make his way past him to the door. "Just a second Dolly, I'll just give you some painkillers to alleviate the effect of your immunisations." He handed Peter two blue tablets, Peter thought they were an unusual paracetamol, he had no idea that they were Viagra or what Viagra was even. "Take them with plenty of water Dolly, you also need to drink plenty of water over the next few days to make sure your immunisations take proper effect and I will call and see you next weekend to give you your boosters. Ok, run along now Dolly." Once again the doctor was professional and business like, he packed his things away and emerged into the hallway just as Peter was coming out of the kitchen. "I've taken them," he said, opening his mouth proudly as if to prove he had. "Good, Ok, I'll see you next week Dolly." Then he shouted up the stairs, "I'm going now Arnold." Mister Arnold appeared at the top of the stairs. "I'm about done myself," he said. "Give me a second and I'll join you." A minute later he had his coat on and he was coming down the stairs, Amanda nervously following him. He addressed Peter as he arrived in the hallway. "I've left the computer on and I've put a message service on for you Dolly, I'll message you on it later and tell you about the programs and how to operate them, ok?" Peter was beaming. "Yes sir, thank you sir." In seconds the two men had gone, Dolly closing the front door behind them and he and his mother were alone again. The stress and emotion of the afternoon had been almost too much for Amanda and she stood there exhausted, in a quivering mixture of physical feelings. "Are you ok Mummy?" He could see she looked distraught, yet she also looked so so sexy. Her nipples were deep red and erect and somehow it seemed that she was almost wriggling. He walked back to her from the front door and slid his hands around her waist. "Are you ok Mummy?" He paused looking at her. "You look so pretty Mummy." She virtually collapsed into his arms, the emotion too much for her. "Oh Dolly, I hate them Dolly, I hate them, I'm so glad they've gone." Peter smiled, he was suddenly feeling very excited, he wanted to cuddle her, he pulled her closer against him, his arms wrapped around behind her. "Never mind Mummy, they've gone now," he whispered into her ear, unknowingly tickling it with his breath. Her breasts were suddenly crushed against him, her ever demanding erect heated nipples throbbing and she let out a little stifled moan. It made Peter's little cock stiffen against her and she turned her face towards him avoiding the tickling in her ear. "I hate them Dolly, I really hate them," she whispered. Peter couldn't stop himself, he kissed her on her lips, pulling her even closer against him as he did so. She gasped, a half gasped, "No we mustn't." But her nipples were screaming, her clit on fire, her mouth open in emotional exhaustion and before either of them knew it their tongues were entwined. Peter's little cock was stiffer than it had ever been, throbbing, tight between them. In a natural reaction one of his hands dropped, tracing his fingers up to the top of her stockings and slipping up finding its way beneath her skirt. She squirmed attempting to say a whimpered "noo stop" into his mouthed kiss as he discovering her bareness. But Peter couldn't stop now, wouldn't stop now, his blood was running hot and he felt more urgent than he had ever felt. His searching fingers followed her wetness between her legs, sliding over her burning clitoris, sending her madly buzzing head into ecstasy. Her legs were suddenly parted, her eyes closed, she felt desperate, her heated yearning sex demanding unstoppably. She had no idea now, what she was really doing, her mind polluted by the doctor's teasing. Peter shoved his shorts down to his thighs, his bare little penis jumping out and actually touching her as he went back to pushing her skirt up further. He wanted her, fuck he wanted her, Mister Arnold had said, said he could have her; he slid his fingers over her burning clit, entering her wetness and she was lost, moaning whimpering wriggling on them. He was kissing her more now, his hand sliding between them to guide his little penis into her wetness, it grazed her burning clit slipping between her lips. He was on fire now, he couldn't wait, just that extra shove, he was between her lips, her juices pouring over him, his little penis had never been so stiff. The phone in the hallway rang loudly beside them, it made them both jump. Peter decided to ignore it, he was almost in her, about to actually fuck her, he was desperate now to have her. But his mother was suddenly brought crashing down to earth, what the hell was she doing, she half pushed Peter back, away from her in a horrified embarrassment. He moved his hands to try and pull her back to him, but she urgently stopped him. "No, no Dolly, stop, we, we have to answer the phone, it it might be important." "Leave it mummy," he begged her, desperate in his urgency. She was on fire, her body in a huge state of arousal, but she knew it was wrong and reaching out a hand she grabbed the handset "Yes?" her voice was more a pant than a proper answer. "Is that you girl?" She could tell it was Mister Arnold's voice straight away. "Ys Sir." An immediate humiliation running through her. "Pass me over to Dolly, I want to talk him through the computer." Quivering and more than a little frustrated and annoyed, Peter took the phone, he took a breath and his voice suddenly becoming earnest, he spoke. "Hello Sir." She left him then, rushing upstairs, she had to clear her head, had to do something. In her bedroom she hurriedly stripped off her clothes, then with one thought in her mind, she dashed into the bathroom. Surely a long cold shower would sort her head out.