Page 34 of Shameful Addictions

“You’re Charlotte, right?”

“Yes.”

“Take these forms and go fill them out for me. After that, we’ll be able to get you on your way!”

Charlotte grabbed the clipboard handed to her through the window and carried it over to a seat as far away from the foreboding door to the back as was possible. That was where the bad things would happen.

The papers on the clipboard, at first, were similar to the ones she had filled out at doctor’s offices before. Her name, address, social security number, and birth date were all required in a few places. It got worse after that. She had to list any diseases and disabilities in her immediate family, and any diseases she herself might have, or conditions that might complicate the surgery. Looking at those blank spaces, available for her to fill in with a variety of ailments, reminded her just how real this was.

It wasn’t a nightmare.

She was actually going to have to do this.

There wasn’t much for her to do in that section.

The next one required her to write down the names and numbers of some emergency contacts. Perhaps knowing she would have none, Mamba had gone ahead and had someone add him as a contact.

One more page and it was a final release form, stating she gave approval for the surgery and accepted all the potential risks and ramifications.

As if she had anything left to lose.

Charlotte signed.

Upon receipt of the clipboard, a slender nurse appeared and guided Charlotte to a private room with a bed and a curtained bathroom area. Under her instruction, Charlotte stripped and secured her clothes in a bag for later, and then got dressed in one of those skimpy hospital gowns that left the back open. She could feel the cold air on her ass, sliding between her legs.

Practically naked, she was led to a small room that might have been comfortable if not for the examination equipment lining the oaken countertops, spilling suggestively out from behind the cupboard doors.

“Take a seat on the chair,” the nurse told her. “Dr. Richard will be here soon to see you.”

Charlotte nodded.

She waited until she was alone to sit and then plopped down on the chair. It reminded her of a dentist’s chair, yet plusher and with a headrest that felt much more like a pillow than it probably should have. She closed her tired eyes and knitted her fingers together over her stomach. Then, slid her hands a little lower, as if trying to hide her genitals. She had always been a bit self-conscious about the shape of her pussy because her labia was longer than what she considered to be normal, and sitting naked in a hospital made her very aware of her private parts. Her bare, naked ass was right on the cushy chair, after all.

The door opened. She almost jumped out of her skin from the shock of it. A very tall and handsome man strode in, a huge bulge in his tight white pants leading the way. Charlotte almost fainted at the sight of his package. She had never seen such a massive cock before. It absolutely had to be massive from the way it thrust forward at the crotch of his pants, so heavy he had to wear a belt to keep its weight from pushing them down over time.

The man walked right over to Charlotte, putting his bulge almost in her face. He extended his smooth hand to her. “Charlotte. I’m Dr. Johnson. You can just call me Dick.”

A more apt nickname had never existed.

Charlotte took his hand, blinking hard. She had to assume his huge “Johnson” was the result of plastic surgery or some sort of enhancement. Dr. Richard Johnson was clearly into what he had on offer, with a pristine straight nose and a sculpted chin and cheekbones that were utterly, and literally, unreal. With the way he styled his hair, he resembled a porn version of Ken from Barbie.

“Let’s see what we’re working with here,” Dr. Johnson said. He took hold of Charlotte’s gown and pulled it forward and down. Her breasts popped out, jiggling from the force of the movement.

Charlotte stared down at herself in abject horror. She felt like a woman in a movie, but also as if she was watching the film of herself. She could both feel and see herself feel in what must have been a sort of out-of-body experience.

Dr. Johnson reached for her breasts and fondled them, squeezing them in his warm hands. He ran his fingers all over her, rasping them over her sensitive nipples. He pulled a deep and squeezing sort of massage that ended up with her areolas pinched between all of his fingers.

Tears sparked in Charlotte’s eyes. She bit her lip, struggling to restrain them.

“These are some nice tits you’ve got, Charlotte,” Dr. Johnson purred to her. “But they could be so much nicer. And that’s why you’re here. That’s why Mamba sent you to me.”

She couldn’t help it. She sniffled.

Dr. Johnson leaned over her, his cock bulge pushing on her. He whispered into her ear, “No one will ever believe you about anything. I can do whatever I want to you.”

She sobbed.

Dr. Johnson leaned back and resumed feeling her breasts all over. His voice returned to neutral. “Luckily, you came to me. You know you need the best and I got it for you. When I’m through with you, you’ll have the most amazing pair of titties in the whole city.”

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