



Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Stretched To Fit {ShellyR} (FFFFfff spank exhib mast medical fist) Author: ShellyR Title: Stretched To Fit Summary: Julie Harrison has just become pregnant, and her friends take every opportunity to abuse her, as does the doctor and the midwife Keywords: FFFFfff, spank, exhib, mast, medical, fist STF Stretched To Fit Julie Harrison, was a new, young wife, only 23 years old, having little experience of the world, in fact, she seemed rather naive, and her friends would always seize advantage of this to wind her up at every opportunity. When she became pregnant after enticing her husband Matthew to make love to her in various wild acrobatic positions, on her friend's advice of course, Julie was absolutely thrilled. She was really looking forward to motherhood, and quite bubbled over with enthusiasm, but this became tainted immediately by her friends mischievous jokes about huge babies at childbirth. They told several gruesome tales of mothers being ripped open by the baby's head, especially when the woman was petite like Julie, so quickly they talked her into letting them see how big she was. Despite her embarrassment, she lifted her skirt in front of them all, then kept still as her plain panties were pulled down to her spread knees, and female hands freely roamed over her most secret private places. Gently her labia were parted, and a finger eased into her vaginal mouth, then a second finger slipped inside, but the third finger hardly entered at all. Julie felt someone behind grasping her hips, followed by a stabbing pain in her quim as the fingers were suddenly rammed into her protesting hole. She begged them to cease, her love tunnel tightening even more as she became truly frightened that her lower passage was too small for having this prospective infant. Smiling spitefully one of these friends started to tell a story about pussy stretching, where some young expectant mothers have to take increasing numbers of slim fingers inside their tight little cunny, slowly opening them wide. Julie gasped as she was told that some women were even taken as far as fist fucking before their baby could be delivered. The ladies now encouraged her to get Matthew to finger her as often as possible, asking him for more fingers each time, assuring the nervous young wife that she would soon be stretched wide enough to fit a baby's head. Julie followed their advice, much to her husband's delight, frequently spreading her legs for his probing hand, gritting her teeth while she begged him to push three fingers even harder into the entrance of her straining pussy. Matthew could see they were getting nowhere, and took his distraught wife down to their local surgery, to see the family doctor, Brian Weston. After explaining that his wife was pregnant, and her great concern about the birth in view of her tight vagina, Matthew asked if there was anything the doctor could do, possibly stretching Julie's pussy surgically if that was necessary. Dr Weston agreed that Mrs Harrison should be examined, first to confirm her pregnancy, then to assess fully the size of her internal equipment, and whether it actually needed modifying. Buzzing his intercom, the doctor asked if Tracy Moran, the midwife, could come through and help him. Julie began to feel rather uneasy as the doctor frankly explained about the situation to his midwife, especially when broad sinister smiles lit up both their faces as they agreed that it would be possible. First thing on the agenda was a full examination, an internal, and Julie was instructed to undress, completely, but wasn't allowed to use the small modesty screen. She had to stand in full view of the other three people, and remove each item of clothing as the doctor told her to. Finally she was completely naked, but now she had to face each person, with her legs open, then turn around, and bend right over, so that every personal detail was fully displayed to them, gasping lustfully as each one stroked her presented pussy slit. Julie was helped onto an examination couch, laid on her back, and her legs were placed in stirrups, both her ankles and her knees being strapped down firmly. Pushing the supports right out to the side, so that Mrs Harrison's crotch was fully displayed, Dr Weston next examined her vulva in great detail, parting the large outer labia to reveal the pink inner flesh. Tracy held open these soft fleshy petals, while the doctor manipulated Julie's slim inner sex lips, rubbing right along the damp central groove. Neither of them wore gloves, and Julie could feel their warm hands touching on her sensitive flesh as they opened up her most secret places to their scrutiny. Placing one hand onto her tummy, just above her pubic bush, Brian Weston slid a finger inside his patient's vagina, feeling around the various reproductive organs to determine if she was actually pregnant. Pressing hard onto her tummy pushed her womb downwards, and he could clearly feel the small foetus now growing inside her. Carefully avoiding any damage to this developing baby, Dr Weston massaged the back of Julie's bladder, pressing on it till she was desperate for the toilet. Inspecting her vagina meticulously, the doctor admitted that she was slightly undersize in that area, and agreed to stretch her passage as much as possible before the baby arrived. Matthew Harrison was invited to watch closely while the doctor manipulated his wife's pussy, and he observed every detail as the man scooped up some Vaseline and rubbed it vigorously into her flesh. Slowly the doctor's finger penetrated her love passage till it was fully embedded, then he frigged her until she started to twitch on the table. A second finger was added, and Julie was masturbated a little more, then the doctor's third finger entered her love opening. Julie Harrison was now panting with pain rather than sexual excitement, while Dr Weston pressed his three fingers harder and harder into her tiny resisting pussy. Pointing out the white flesh, stretched tight round his long digits, Brian Weston said that this was nearly the limit that a woman's quim could be expanded without inflicting severe pain. Nevertheless, he jammed his fingers in another half an inch, explaining that these female cunts could stretch considerably further without sustaining great physical damage. Julie moaned deep in her throat as her delicate cunny was distended by the three invading fingers, but the sharp pain soon subsided to an ache. Dr Weston said he'd got a present for her, something special for small women like herself, then he returned with the chrome surgical steel shining in his left hand. Julie Harrison's heart skipped a beat in panic, and she tried to move to escape this monstrous device, but her fastenings made any attempt at movement useless. The vaginal spreader glinted in the bright lights. A host of oblong holes were drilled right through the shiny steel, allowing sensitive flesh to ooze through, slowly exuded by the expanding pressure as the device was opened wider. "I want to see deep inside you", said the cruel doctor, "and let everyone else see too. How wide do you think your sex can spread? I'll bet no man has opened your fleshy walls as wide as I will." Brian Weston placed the spreader's frigid steel into the entrance of his patient's slit, ignoring her quiet sobbing as she felt the chilly metal slide deeper and deeper until it could go absolutely no further. Tracy next positioned a mirror between Mrs Harrison's legs so she could view her own plain sex with this chrome invader as it parted her delicate labia, which were usually closed tight. Her sex gaped open at her, widening as she watched, each turn of the screw unfurling all her innermost secrets, one inch widening further to an uncomfortable second, and then to a painful third. "Now you look beautiful, Julie," cooed the midwife, "smooth, and ever so shiny inside. The sight of your walls oozing through the chrome is delightful, and your erect clitoris is sticking right out of its wrinkled little pink hood, just begging to be petted." Mrs Harrison twitched against her tight restraints as Tracy Moran stroked a red nail along the exposed, sensitive flesh of her love button, then Dr Weston roughly massaged her clitoris, and finally Matthew, her husband, frigged her till she helplessly panted up to a shattering climax. Matthew Harrison was then instructed by the doctor to repeat these stretching exercises every single evening. The steel vaginal spreader was to be inserted for an hour before he tried to shove as many fingers as possible up his wife's small pussy, then it was to be replaced for a further hour afterwards. The medical people both advised him to pay special attention over Julie's clitoris, rubbing it very hard throughout the stretching procedure, and ensuring that she orgasmed at each individual stage. Dr Weston told Mrs Harrison she was to visit the surgery every month during her pregnancy for an ante-natal check-up, where he would monitor the progress being made in her vaginal enlargement. Additionally, each week, the midwife was going to organise a home visit to help Julie stretch her pussy, then endeavour to develop her breasts, which were also rather small for feeding purposes. Releasing his patient from the examination table, the doctor made her walk around the room several times to get accustomed to this spreader wedged inside her. All three of them watched avidly when Julie's abused little pussy twisted from side to side with each step, as the harsh stainless steel device moved around inside her widely stretched passageway. Tracy handed the patient her dress, telling her to slip it on, meanwhile she put all of the remaining clothing into her handbag, telling Mrs Harrison that she was to travel home without any underwear. Leaving the doctor's office, they made an appointment for the ante-natal clinic in four weeks time, then returned to their car. The journey home was especially uncomfortable for Julie since she was sat on the protruding mouth of that cruel vaginal spreader, and every bump in the road rammed it hard into her tender quim. Matthew insisted that she wear this nasty device for the full hour, as the doctor had instructed, but to make it easier to cope, he put his finger on Julie's clitoris and then frigged her to orgasm. During the next few days Matthew forced his wife to insert the steel speculum as soon as they woke up, making her wear it all through breakfast. He would next shove three fingers hard into her vagina as soon as the gadget had been removed, ramming them deeper in every time, then masturbating her up to a highly painful climax. Without waiting for Julie to regain her breath, he slipped those shiny metal legs between her pouting nether lips, and slowly turned the long screw. Gradually the love mouth eased open, parting even wider as those smooth steel plates dilated the tiny vagina, stretching the woman's delicate internal walls. When her sexual entrance was nearly splitting, the tender flesh turning white under the strain, and the poor woman gasping out for breath, he finally stopped turning that punishing screw. Matthew left her in this state while he went to work, and Julie obediently cleared away the breakfast things with her lower hole gaping painfully open. After the required hour had elapsed, she thankfully removed the vicious spreader, luxuriating in the empty sensation between her strained thighs. When her husband returned at teatime, she once more submitted to the painful stretching of her soft womanly parts, spending two more hours in perfect agony. The following Monday morning, about 11 am, Julie answered a knock at the front door, and was somewhat surprised to see Tracy Moran, the midwife standing there. Inviting the woman inside, they went into the lounge, and after a few pleasantries Julie was asked to describe how her pussy stretching exercises were proceeding up to now, having to disclose every intimate detail. Tracy was sitting on the settee, and she instructed the pregnant housewife to stand in front of her, slowly raising the hem of her dress. Obediently, Julie assumed the indicated position, lifting the bottom of her dress higher and higher, until her legs, lacy satin panties, and her lower tummy were completely displayed. She gasped softly as the midwife's hands ran along her firm thighs, fondling the satin covered mound, then over her plump buttocks, finally stroking the delicate skin of her tummy. Tracy slipped the waistband gradually lower down, now exposing the prominent mound, with its soft pubic bush, finally revealing Julie's large fleshy labia, thrusting out from her groin. Following the midwife's very precise directions, the woman stepped out of her tiny panties, parted her ankles, and eased her narrow hips forward. Tracy Moran began to gently stroke Mrs Harrison's pubis, pulling and twisting the tangled brown fur, slowly stroking those pouting outer petals. With each stimulating touch she informed her patient that these formerly private parts of her young figure would no longer be kept secret, she intended to become knowledgeable about every portion of Julie's sex flesh. Sliding a long finger into the damp crevice, Tracy found the hard button of this woman's clitoris, erect from the sensual touching of her presented cunny. Stroking it with her nail, she thrilled as Mrs Harrison groaned, and propelled her hips forward. Reaching between the spread thighs with her other hand, the midwife eased two fingers into her patient's tight vagina, pushing them deeper each time Julie's pelvis lunged towards her. Finally, they became fully embedded, Tracy watching while Julie humped herself on the intruding fingers, breathing hard as her passion quickly mounted. There was a plaintive cry of disappointment when the fingers were removed, and Julie was more than willing to remove her dress and lace bra, revealing her full nudity to this older woman. Kneeling in front of the sofa with her shoulders back, thrusting her small breasts forward, Mrs Harrison tried to keep quite still as Tracy manipulated the firm globes of tittie flesh. They were squeezed, twisted, and pulled into all sorts of distorted shapes, then the midwife concentrated on the hard pink nipples. Julie cried loudly as they were rolled between finger and thumb, then Tracy gripped both breasts, and squeezed harder and harder, inflating her teats to twice their normal extent. Reaching into her bag, the midwife pulled out a leather strap, wrapped it around the base of Julie's breast, then buckled it fairly tight. Taking a second broad strap and securing the other tit, Tracy Moran explained that she wanted to work on her nipples, trying to clear out the milk ducts. When Julie ventured to explain that she wasn't producing any milk yet, she was told that all women start to lactate during their period, that's why their breasts got swollen. Usually it went away after a couple of days, and the fluid leaked through the teats and was washed away during a shower, hardly being noticed. Unfortunately, it tended to block the ducts down the nipple, so Julie would now have hers cleaned out thoroughly, and all the dried, solidified breast milk was going to be removed. This would allow initial lactation to be started up in the next few weeks, then she could be brought into full production of mother's milk well before the birth date. The midwife tightened those straps round the pregnant woman's tit flesh, forcing each globe to swell up until it was solid, and the pink nipple protruded like a cherry. Once more Tracy Moran rolled these inflated teats between her fingers, pressing really firmly while she worked back to include the darker aureole. Gasping with each twist of her tender nipple, Mrs Harrison begged despondently to be treated gently, but the midwife maintained that this amount of severe manipulation was required. After fifteen minutes, Tracy brought a long, blunt wire from her bag, explaining that it was a milk duct pin, and began to work it into the small indentations in Julie's nipples. Gradually she dug the lance deeper and deeper into the young woman's hard teat, twisting it round slightly, and dragging out a yellow, waxy paste which she casually wiped on the severely bound bosom. Mrs Harrison moaned and whined, as each of the ten main milk ducts were scraped out by the midwife, then her other nipple was ruthlessly attended to. Tracy Moran now returned to manipulating this expectant Mom's titties, smiling as she was crying from the soreness in her hard nipples. The nurse viciously pinched and twisted the dark end of each bloated tit, gripped the aureole, then pulled really hard, slowly letting that compressed flesh slide between her fingers. She repeated this most punishing action at least a dozen times on each tied breast, then once more poked out the obstructions with her milk duct pin. It needed four repetitions before Tracy was finally satisfied with her patient's progress, and the wretched woman let out a sigh of relief to hear this portion of her treatment was now finished with, at least for today. The midwife cleaned all the residue from Julie's breasts, wiping her sore nipples with a cloth, then told her to watch how well she'd done. Gripping one bound globe tightly, she squeezed it hard with one hand, then rolled the bulging nipple between her firm fingers. Mrs Harrison was amazed to see a thick yellow paste discharge from around her swollen teat, oozing out painfully from the milk ducts. Increasing amounts were expelled until her whole nipple was covered in the repulsive stuff, then her other tit was agonizingly milked of it's own thick waste. The midwife explained that she would finish cleaning out the ducts next week, and would probably be able to force some thin fluid from her mammary glands before she was done with her. They could then get on with milking them properly, first expressing both boobs manually, then getting her husband to suckle on her teats. Lactation would increase very quickly following that, so Tracy promised to supply a breast pump to stimulate full production as soon as possible. Julie Harrison heaved a sigh of relief when her imprisoned titties were finally released, massaging the tender flesh, then she obediently fetched one of her husband's cheap disposable razors from their bathroom upstairs. The midwife took her into the large kitchen, instructed her to lay over the table with her legs apart, then explained how those hairs on her labia kept getting in the way. Tracy announced that she was going to shave the woman's sex lips completely bare, although her pubic bush would be left intact just for the moment. Moving with careful strokes, she took great pleasure in removing every hair from the top of Julie's slit, right round to the small of her back. The crease of her bottom was shaved smooth, as well as the puckered little anus. Bringing over a mirror, the midwife showed her young patient the result, pointing out the pleasing, clean lines of her slit, even pressing one finger into the tight anal ring. While Tracy frigged her bottom, Julie was commanded to tickle her own erect clitoris till she writhed in a sensuous orgasm. Matthew Harrison was thrilled by his wife's smooth shaven vulva, diving his head between her thighs immediately, to suck her labia and quickly stiffening clitoris. Julie pressed her husband's face into her crotch, rubbing her hot, throbbing cunt against his nose and mouth, as she was brought to an orgasm. Taking Julie's skirt from her, Matthew left her naked below the waist as he now slowly inserted that ruthless steel spreader into her pulsating vagina. Turning the screw, he watched his wife's delicate, hairless labia stretching as her love hole was forced open, the smooth sex lips beautifully setting off those two shiny, metal handles protruding between her legs. Julie winced as the callous steel legs expanded her lower passageway even further than it had been opened before, almost splitting her vulva in half. Walking round the kitchen to prepare tea was extremely uncomfortable, even though the constant movement inside her cunny stimulated her at every step she took. When she was finally laid back across their settee, and Matthew shoved his fingers harder and harder into her gaping quim, Julie screamed in climax as four fingers slid inside her. Turning his hand round, so that the knuckles massaged just inside his wife's cunt mouth, Matthew frigged her clit, and hand fucked her pussy, both at the same time. Julie was completely breathless when her husband finally finished the stretching session, and she hardly noticed as he once more fitted the vaginal spreader up her quim. Every day she was opened up further and further, often extremely painfully, but all the agony was outweighed by the intense sexual feelings rushing through her body. When Tracy Moran called on her the following week, Julie was almost glad to see her, even though she knew the midwife's visit would be very distressing. Once more there was a full examination, conducted in a truly unprofessional manner, with Julie being forced to display herself provocatively, then having her developing, pregnant figure sensually fondled by this midwife. She encouraged the situation though, by wearing her favourite black silk underwear, trimmed with lace, thin suspender belt, with dark stockings, uplift bra, and loose French knickers. Tracy complimented her on the effort she'd taken to look so nice, promising to bring along with her the address of a good lingerie designer she knew of where Julie could get a Basque, and a waspie corset made. This man was a real artist of incredible ability at producing sensual underwear for pregnant ladies, especially young mothers like herself. Nurse Moran said she'd write very detailed instructions, so Mrs Harrison could be fitted into some beautiful corsets that not only looked tantalising, but with the adjustment of discrete laces would exert some extensive restriction, without damaging this growing baby. The midwife finally stopped fondling her young patient, removed her thin blouse and skirt, leaving her dressed in just her sexy undies, then asked her to make them both a drink of coffee. Mrs Harrison felt really uncomfortable being partly undressed, while this nurse was fully attired in her crisp uniform, and they just sat drinking a coffee as if everything was normal. Sensing the woman's unease at the situation, Nurse Moran added to it, describing how this morning's little visit would be conducted. Julie was going to remove her bra so that her nipples could be worked on again, this time until they'd been thoroughly cleaned out. The milk duct pin would be inserted right down the middle of her breast before they finished, and her small titties were undoubtedly going to be milked. The midwife said she would also check just how far she had been stretched, hopefully, she'd be able to force her complete fist inside of Julie this morning. Julie Harrison's heart began pounding hard at the prospect of her imminent suffering as she slowly stripped off her black lace bra, baring her firm titties to the midwife. Placing both hands behind her back, then obediently thrusting her chest forward, she gasped as her delicate bosom was gripped, twisted and pulled all about. Cruel fingers pinched her erect nipples, dragging them right out, rolling them painfully, and screwing them both round. Tracy Moran fetched the two leather straps from her bag, again securing them around the base of Julie's breasts, then buckling them up really tight. Each globe swelled out until it was rock hard, and the nipples stuck right out like radio knobs, then Tracy took out her slim milk duct pin, and began to work it into the small depressions in the woman's nipples. Gradually she dug the pin further into the young woman's swollen teat, twisting it round, and dragging out the thick yellow, paste which she then wiped uncaringly on to the severely bound bosom. Mrs Harrison moaned and whined just as she'd done last week, while the ten milk ducts along her sensitive nipples were very thoroughly scraped out by the midwife. Putting the pin down, Nurse Moran firmly gripped her patient's breast, squeezing hard, then told her to watch as she rolled the inflated nipple between her finger and thumb. Tugging at it as if she were milking a cow, the nurse gradually expelled a thick slimy paste from those tiny indents in the woman's teat. Wiping this filthy residue off, she then continued pulling, the discharge quickly getting much thinner until it was a pale fluid, flowing from the end of Julie's tittie. Turning her attention to the other bound breast, the midwife forced all the waste material through this nipple, once more getting the insipid white liquid to squeeze out of the engorged teat. Taking her patient into the kitchen, Tracy removed Julie's black satin French knickers, made her sit on a chair, then stood behind her to demonstrate how to express her own breasts. Julie was amazed at how readily the milk was extracted from her titties, although the nurse was squeezing rather hard. When it was her turn, she hardly drew anything out, and Tracy showed her that she had to really compress her breast, and pinch very hard at the base of her aureole as she dragged it forward. After a few more attempts, Mrs Harrison was getting the hang of expressing her developing breasts, milking both titties quite competently. The thin white liquid dripped from her nipples onto her belly, soaking the small growing bulge, running down to saturate her pubic mound. The midwife called a halt, instructing the expectant mother that she needed to milk herself after every meal, in order to stimulate the introductory lactation. Julie was ordered to stand, and bend over her chair, which had a large pool of mother's milk in it, then spread her legs apart to display her hot cunny. The whole of her crotch was wet through with milk, and Tracy massaged this into the flesh, rubbing strongly at her warm slit, then slipping her fingers into the woman's vagina. Panting with deep sexual excitement, Mrs Harrison was frigged hard, three fingers wedged right into her cunny, then the midwife pressed her shoulders down. Slowly she bent further over, until her face sank almost into the puddle of milk on her chair, then Tracy commanded her to lap it all up, while she had her vulva severely stretched. Nurse Moran explained to young Julie that since she'd been having her tight little vagina worked on for several weeks now, she was going to force her whole hand into Julie's pussy today. Once this had been accomplished, she would fist fuck her, and she was only going to finish when every drop of milk was gone. If Julie wanted any relief at all, she would have to consume her own fresh milk. Tracy Moran watched as the young woman submissively lapped up the thin breast milk, laughing as she grimaced at its sour taste, but assuring her that it would taste sweeter over this next few weeks as she was milked even more. Oiling her hand, the nurse gradually shoved more of her fingers inside this figure leant over in front of her, masturbating the greatly stretched orifice. Mrs Harrison squealed as those knuckles were jammed forcefully into her cunny, but she was reminded that all the milk had to be drunk before she could finish this. The nurse paused when her hand finally entered completely, allowing Julie to adjust to such an intense expansion before she continued to thrust herself deeper into that straining passageway. The forlorn woman was drinking, panting and squealing as her extremely delicate private parts were ruthlessly violated, alternating passion from the stimulation, with excruciating agony when her love mouth nearly ripped open. Finally the milk was all gone, but Julie was so close to orgasm, she just pushed her hips backward, onto the invading hand, as torrents of pleasure washed over her. Mrs Harrison felt strangely empty as she was sincerely congratulated on her excellent progress, hot flashes of passion still rippling through her loins. It felt as though her cunny was pouting like a mouth, striving to suck something inside herself. She was hardly aware of Tracy as she put her things away, nodding passively as she was instructed to leave those straps around her bound breasts for several hours more. Opening the front door, and standing just outside, the midwife invited Julie to step forward, and the woman obligingly spread her legs as three fingers delved inside her quim. It was only when she was told to stay where she was that Julie realised she was wearing merely her suspender belt and stockings, while she stood at her front doorway, in full view of the whole street. However, she didn't move as Tracy walked to the gate, despite the fact that she shouted back to her that she would return again next week to continue working on her titties. Remaining where she was, Julie positioned her hands behind her, thrusting her bound breasts further forward, trembling with deep embarrassment and unstoppable passion. She spread her knees, and pushed her hips out, showing off her naked pussy, watching as the midwife now drove away, wondering what her neighbours would think if they were watching her now. Adding to this thrill, she turned round, and bent over to pick something up, showing her bottom and the groove between her thighs to anyone who was looking her way. When she at last closed the door, she could hardly stand upright, gripping a bound breast in one hand, and jamming her fingers deep into her soggy pulsing cunt. Once more she frigged herself to a hot shattering orgasm, writhing about in passion on the hall carpet. After tea was finished, later that evening, Julie was fitted with her brutal pussy stretcher again, then she told her husband about the midwife cleaning out her titties. Passing over a cup, Matthew asked his wife to milk herself now, and watched enthralled as she expressed a small amount of pale liquid from her swollen nipples. Releasing his long, erect prick from his trousers, Matthew wanked himself slowly as he bent across, and fixed his mouth around his wife's right nipple, while she milked the left one. Sucking hard, and working his teeth round the base of Julie's erect brown teat, Matthew almost came as the bitter fluid squirted into his mouth. Pushing his throbbing loins forward, he nudged at his wife's damp quim, and even though the vaginal spreader obstructed his way he inserted his solid cock down the steel lined passageway. Harshly, Matthew lunged forwards with hot animal craving in his genitals. Inflamed by passion, Matthew Harrison thrust even deeper into his wife's pussy, rubbing against the highly sensitive flesh squeezed between the vicious metal legs holding her vagina open. The touch stimulated them both profoundly, Julie reaching down to grip her husband's buttocks and drag him deeper into herself, ramming his prick against her pouting cervix. She could feel the fluid being dragged out through her nipples as Matthew increased the suction on her fat titties, and she begged him to suck harder. During the next few weeks, Julie was fucked like a rabbit, whether or not she had the steel spreader already wedged inside her, and her growing boobs were extensively sucked dry each time. In addition, Matthew watched as he made her express milk from each bulging nipple into a beaker after breakfast and tea, then she even repeated it after lunch, when she was on her own. By now her tummy was swelling up quite noticeably, a beautiful firm bulge stretching the waistband of all her clothes, and the skin was pulling really tight. Nurse Moran had started to oil her growing tummy and breasts, to reduce those stretch marks, making Julie lie on the kitchen table while she massaged her strained flesh really strongly. When her breasts were pummelled and squeezed, the milk flowed all over the place, drenching the expectant mother, and the kitchen table. Lactation had indeed increased really quickly following the initial start, and Tracy had promised she would supply a breast pump, for proper milking, in order to stimulate complete production without delay. Mrs Harrison was quite surprised when the midwife had brought the pump round, as she'd expected a plastic funnel device, with a red rubber bulb to create the suction. This piece of apparatus looked much more heavy duty, with a transparent cup almost as big as the breast itself, and what appeared to be a huge car tyre foot pump. Tracy assembled the device, showing the young woman just how each piece fitted together, then sat her down at the end of the table, resting her left breast in the open mouth of the cup. Explaining that it was best with a second person to operate the pump, Nurse Moran depressed the handle slowly, seating her patient's tittie in the plastic cup. As the suction increased, Julie's breast was drawn into the transparent holder, reducing in diameter when it entered the narrowing tube. Gradually the breast grew much longer as it was sucked further in, and the brown nipple began to exude its milk. The midwife explained that a constant pressure was not good for stimulating lactation, while rapid increases imitated a baby suckling its mother's breast. Pressing the handle down, again and again, Tracy dragged the large tittie even further into the cup, stretching it right out as the white breast milk sprayed from the duct openings in the teats. Repeating this procedure on the other breast, the nurse slowly milked that one as well, then poured the freshly expressed fluid into two cups, drinking from one of them herself and instructing the pregnant woman to drink her own milk. While these two women were sat consuming the fresh mother's milk, Julie Harrison was informed that she was to drink every drop that she expressed. After a short rest, Tracy demonstrated some clever attachments for the breast pump, fitting a plastic ring into the entrance to narrow it. Placing the cup onto Julie's tittie, Tracy pressed the handle, sucking the fleshy globe through this severe restriction of the entrance. Mrs Harrison moaned while her breast swelled up behind this narrow ring, dividing her tittie into two, then Tracy had to pull really hard to get it off. Fitting another control ring inside the plastic cup, one with a much smaller hole then replacing the first one, Tracy Moran again applied pressure. Julie was squealing now as not only her breast became restricted, but also her erect nipple was forced through the very narrow hole like toothpaste, breast milk squirting out all over. Nurse Moran pressed on that pump lever again and again, laughingly saying how much she liked to examine girls with big fat nipples, which Julie certainly brandished. Mrs Harrison thought her teat was going to explode as it was now sucked even further through the constricted opening set in the centre of the plate as the pressure increased. Painfully blown up to the size of her own thumb, Julie stared in amazement at her enormous nipple, dripping with warm breast milk. The midwife reassured her that it would shrink back almost to its original size once this intense pressure was taken off, but added spitefully that by the time she had the baby, both nipples would be even larger than they seemed now. Young infants liked to have plenty in their mouth while they were feeding, and she'd no doubt Mr Harrison would enjoy making good use of a decent size tit end. Julie was relieved when that plastic breast cup was removed, and as her other boob was gradually sucked out of shape, she admitted in between gasps of pain that she'd not realised how many changes having a baby involved. Saying she didn't mind too greatly though because she'd heard how it wouldn't take too long after the birth before she got her nice girlish shape back, she squealed as Tracy really stepped up the suction again. The midwife gripped her free nipple, and twisted it viciously, telling the helpless woman that she might have a remarkably long wait, then she revealed a little of Dr Weston's health plan for her. It was the doctor's intention that as the baby grew older, it wouldn't be weaned completely off the breast, and onto solid food, like normal children. Julie was going to be kept lactating for as long as possible, always giving her child its drinks from her breasts, and supplying milk for the rest of their household as well. Tracy gripped her small breast, squeezed it hard, and told her to imagine opening her dress front to breast feed a six year old whilst outside in the park, or else in some restaurant in town. Julie sobbed at the thought of having constantly to expose herself publicly, though her pussy fluttered treacherously at her total helplessness in this situation. During those next four months her pregnant body developed rapidly as the baby grew inside her tummy, helped along greatly by her husband, the doctor, and many regular visits from the midwife. Tracy could easily fit her hand right up the woman's pussy now, as could her husband Matthew, though he still had to struggle, and the midwife was often using a clenched fist. Following one of Julie's routine examinations at home, and after her swollen tummy and large tits had been massaged with oil, Tracy took her through to the lounge, telling her to stand facing the window. Nurse Moran now explained that since Julie was already six months pregnant, it was time to heighten her training and development. Unhooking the net curtains from the wide lounge window, Tracy told her patient she was going to be put on public display much more from here on. Mrs Harrison was ordered to maintain an unobstructed view into the lounge area throughout the day, only closing the curtains after their tea was finished. She was also to remove any other net curtain from their bedrooms so that anyone out in the street could see right inside. However, she would be allowed to close the normal curtains, from when it became dark, until they went up to bed. Tracy added that she would also expect Julie to leave the bedside lights on while she and Matthew made love, making sure that they put on a really good show for anyone watching through their open bedroom window. Nurse Moran now announced that the next period of normal physical development for any expectant Mom was to have all her pubic hairs removed, so that her pussy would be perfectly clean and alluring, and free from any obstruction. Julie had to fetch some hot water, soap, and one of Matthew's razors, then stand in full view of the street while the midwife carefully shaved her cunny bald. Several people walked past the low front fence, and the woman from number three spent quite a while stood still, looking through the window while her already nude figure was made as bare as a young child. Julie's heart sank as Dawn Blanchard waved to her from the gate, coming up the path towards the house, since she was the woman who caused most trouble for her at their recent coffee mornings. She explained to Tracy that someone was coming to visit, with every expectation that they'd assume some degree of decency until their visitor had gone. Julie was surprised when she was told to stand still, while Tracy answered the door, but this feeling turned to bewilderment as the nurse brought Dawn into the lounge. Inviting her to sit on the sofa, where she could see properly, the midwife explained how she was just shaving Julie's pubic hair off, partly in preparation for the forthcoming delivery of her new baby. Dawn looked intently at Julie's soaped up pubes, already half shaved, just down one side, admitting that she liked to see a nice smooth cunt mound. In her opinion, the young wives of today were far too uppity, and they should all have their pubic hair totally removed just to remind them they were still only children. Tracy agreed, saying that many of her new Mom's were really awkward to care for, but once they had their pussy shaved absolutely bald, they became much more submissive to gentle guidance. Dawn Blanchard watched with great interest as her young neighbour was gradually denuded beneath this bulging tummy, and she reached out to gently stroke Julie when she was thoroughly shaved. Mrs Blanchard revealed how she'd kept her own two daughters bare in between their legs ever since high school, just as a matter of family discipline. Parents seemed to be far too lax today, and most children had no respect. Authority was maintained in their house by weekly accounting for mistakes, where she and her husband bathed each child properly, with detailed attention to normally private places, just to start things progressing. Both of her daughters, and her son, were then extensively shaved in full view of everyone else, the pubis being the first area to receive attention. If needed, buttocks were now spread apart in order to remove light hairs from around the anus, then the armpits, down the arms, the legs, and in the case of her son, even his chest was kept nicely smooth. Mrs Harrison's pubic mound was now shaved completely bald, and Dawn asked if she could oil it, letting Tracy pour baby oil into her hand, then massaging it into the soft, smooth flesh. Slipping a slim finger along the central groove, Dawn Blanchard asked the midwife if a patient was allowed to enjoy sexual stimulation while pregnant, being assured that it was an important part of her treatment. Rubbing the erect clitoris, and watching with pleasure as Julie wriggled her hips, Mrs Blanchard told Tracy that she agreed fully with her inclusion of sensual arousal. Following her own children's punishment with the cane, they were often rewarded with lustful touching of their sexual equipment until each of them reached climax. Masturbation was never allowed in private, only in front of the whole family, and if their sexual frustrations were not satisfied, they could ask permission to orgasm again. Usually her daughters manoeuvred events so they enjoyed three or four orgasms every single week. Dawn Blanchard continued to frig her neighbour's fiery sex slit, asking the midwife whether the woman had managed to get her pussy stretched for the new baby yet, as she'd been the one to suggest Julie have this done. Tracy oiled her hand, then invited Dawn to watch as she gradually pushed her fingers, her knuckles, and then her whole hand inside Julie's straining cunt. A large grin spread across Dawn Blanchard's face as she watched Julie having a fisted hand rammed up into her vagina, then shoved right inside up to her cervix. Nurse Moran asked Dawn if she wanted to push her own hand up Julie's wet cunny, which she eagerly accepted, and the midwife held her patient's sexlips open while Dawn worked her own fingers deep inside. Mrs Harrison was now being abused by two very brutal women, as they viciously frigged and stretched her really private places. Punishing her delicate vulva wasn't the only torment they inflicted on her, Tracy took her into the kitchen for a harrowing demonstration of how she had both her swelling breasts bound with leather straps, then thoroughly milked. Mrs Blanchard was utterly thrilled to be allowed to observe these things, as well as taking part in them, and thanked the midwife profusely. Nurse Moran said she was happy to oblige, then suggested that Dawn might visit her neighbour more regularly, helping in her development, as well as having quite a bit of fun herself. Julie was just devastated when Mrs Blanchard accepted Tracy's proposition since this would mean more brutal suffering for her to endure, and quite often as well. During the next two weeks, Julie was really put through her paces by her three tormentors, especially from Dawn Blanchard, who came round several times during those weeks. Public exposure was still very difficult for Julie to cope with, and she was sure that most of the street had seen her naked figure through the lounge window during the day. Matthew was all in favour of having the curtains open, when his wife explained what the midwife wanted, and nearly every night he made love to Julie in a standing, or rear kneeling position, in full view of the open window. Tracy Moran came round again, inflicting her usual severe humiliation on her defenceless plaything, shaving, fisting, and milking her, then adding another degradation to her treatment. Making Julie lie down on the table, the midwife brought out a doll from her bag and showed it to her. It was like a full size, newborn infant, and Tracy rested it on the woman's bulging tummy, rubbing oil onto its head, as she next described how this doll was to be used. Since the baby's head was the largest feature that would be forced down a mother's vagina, Julie would now have to spread her legs while the doll's head was shoved inside her. To make things easier, Nurse Moran fist fucked the exposed cunny for several minutes before placing that plastic head against the clearly swollen labia and pressing really hard. Mrs Harrison was told to bear down as she'd been taught for the real birth in ante-natal classes, then each time she relaxed, the doll's small head was rammed into her vaginal entrance. Gradually her straining love hole was forced open, the baby's head working its way deeper into her violated passage. The midwife worked hard to thrust the baby doll further and further inside her patient's struggling vulva, laughing at her cries of anguish, telling Julie to wait till the real baby was ripping her open. Finally the head was fully inserted, and Julie was positive she'd been ripped open but after only a short rest, the nurse made her stand up. Holding her patient's arm, the midwife ordered her to walk a few unsteady steps. Taking her to the hall mirror, Tracy told her to study the way her pussy stretched easily around this imitation baby's head. Julie Harrison was amazed to see the toy doll suspended from her lovely smooth pussy, its little body dangling between her strong thighs, and the larger bulge of her own baby sticking right out above it. The midwife made her walk round the house for half an hour with the doll jammed up her cunt, stretching her soft inner muscles, then she was taken back to the kitchen and laid down on the table again. It was an immense relief when the large doll was pulled out of her, Tracy quickly filled that void though, looking round, she selected a range of sizable objects, then forced them, one at a time, into Julie's gaping pussy. Mrs Harrison had never even considered the possibility that her vagina could be made to accept a fat cucumber, let alone the enormous grapefruit that was now rammed into it. She'd always been rather proud of her elegant little quim, with it's splendid pink mouth pouting prettily under her soft, neat pubic bush, and now it was totally ruined. What drastic changes had been achieved in just a few months, completely transforming her lithe, girlish figure into this mature expectant mother. She had a bloated tummy with a large navel, and her cute little girl titties were now two enormous milk laden breasts, the chubby, dark brown teats, always dripping their white fluid. Her fat prominent pubic mound was the only region of her that remained girlish, now much more so in its smooth, hairless condition, in fact it was really childish. Julie Harrison's personality had transformed also, although she hardly took any notice of it, but whereas she'd always been the passive, acquiescent, easily guided girl, she was now extremely submissive to almost anyone's suggestions. Offering no objection at all, she stood quite still as Tracy bound up her swollen breasts with soft rope, telling her patient she was now going to have her tits well stretched. Julie obediently followed the midwife out to the hall, led by her restrained boobs, watched as she easily threw the rope over the upstairs banister, then rose right onto tiptoe as Tracy pulled on her leash. Nurse Moran explained that the last part of preparing this lovely body for childbirth was to be positive that her enlarged titties were stretched as far as possible. Effective elongation of a woman's breasts ensured sufficient expansion for the full production of a nursing mother's milk, and Tracy wanted to see Julie's lovely tits blown up as big as she could get them. Pulling the rope harder, Tracy now lifted her patient completely off her feet, transferring the total weight of her body onto both bound breasts. Julie squealed and wriggled about, putting extreme pressure on her now severely restricted boobs, which were already inflated to enormous, solid globes, stretched out from her chest. Despite having been expressed earlier, those large brown nipples started leaking milk profusely, and the nurse pressed up against her, drinking from the bloated teats as she bound Julie's wrists behind her. Mrs Harrison was now put into even stricter bondage, her ankles lifted, and secured to her wrists, then a brush handle fastened to her knees, keeping them widely spread apart. The poor woman was subjected to this ruthless tit suspension for over half an hour, with the midwife sucking eagerly from her leaking bosom. Adding to her own agony in this ferocious bondage, Julie thrashed about as the midwife knelt between her widespread thighs to lick that freely offered, bald pubis. Tracy Moran's tongue roamed all over the smooth, hairless flesh, lapping the stiff clit till the pussy climaxed violently. When Mrs Harrison was finally let down, her torment wasn't over, because the nurse made her put on some pin lined knickers, then laced her tightly into a severely boned corset. She remained dressed like this until Matthew returned from work and let her go. Julie Harrison had always liked nice underwear, especially dainty silk panties, or shiny satins, and she loved loads of pretty lace decorating her undies. Whenever the midwife visited her home, she made sure she was wearing her best black satin underwear, trimmed with lace, suspender belt, dark stockings, uplift bra, and loose French knickers. Nurse Moran had complimented her on the choices she had made, then promised to bring in the address of a lingerie designer she knew where Julie could get a Basque, and tiny waspie corsets made. Julie wasn't all that anxious to wear a Basque, or waspie, having acquired a dislike of corsets right from her early childhood. This man was an artist of incredible ability, insisted the nurse, when it came to producing sexy underwear for pregnant ladies, especially nice young Mom's like herself. Nurse Moran had written down detailed pattern instructions, and Mrs Harrison was told she'd be fitted with a beautiful corset which looked really tantalising. Also with some slight adjustment to a few laces it would exert extensive restriction, without damaging the growing infant in her tummy. When Julie was well along in her pregnancy, true to her promise, Nurse Moran handed her an envelope with the lingerie designer's full address on it. Obediently following her midwife's directions, Mrs Harrison visited the small shop, hidden down a quiet back street, and when the locked door opened at last she was welcomed by a young girl, no more than sixteen years old. She took the letter, and explained that Mr Langton was busy with another customer at the moment, but he'd see her presently, then went off to inform her employer of their new customer. When she returned, the girl locked the shop door, went back behind a large counter, and sat gingerly on what seemed to be an elevated stool, then continued fitting metal eyelets into the strong black corset she'd been working on. A few minutes later, the owner emerged out of a large fitting room, and introduced himself as John Langton, saying he was pleased to have another one of Tracy Moran's young Mom's as a customer. Apologising for the short delay, he said he was just squeezing another lady into her final fitting, inviting Julie to sit and watch him work. To her astonishment, he brought a woman out from the fitting room, she was about forty years old, good looking, with a very ample figure, but she was wearing only high heeled shoes, stockings, and a green satin corset. When the woman turned to face her, Julie could see that her bare pubis was shaved, just like her own had been so recently, and also the bust of the corset was cut away round the woman's nipples. Mr Langton asked his assistant to help with one of the mannequins, and when the girl lifted the half body from its stand, Julie could see how it had been sat on an imitation penis. This pink dildo now stood up fully erect, veined and ridged just like the real thing, with a massive, purple knob end, complete with flared glans. When the girl put the model onto the counter, Mrs Harrison could see that every detail had been sculpted on it, including a hairless vulva, a fat clitoris, and fleshy labia stretched round a gaping vagina. The other customer was now made to mount the protruding imitation prick, the shop girl holding her bald sex petals apart while she impaled her own naked cunny. Mr Langton explained that sometimes it was necessary to firmly secure a woman while her waist slowly became reduced, in order to tighten up all these laces properly. Calmly he fastened the woman's wrists and ankles onto the pillar with wide straps, handed the lace ends to his assistant, telling her to pull really hard. He adjusted the corset as it closed in, smoothing and pulling the strongly boned, bright satin material.Gradually the woman's waist shrank smaller and smaller, but every time those laces were tugged, her hips jerked slightly backwards, and Mrs Harrison could just imagine what that enormous dildo was doing inside her pussy. John Langton called a halt, for the lady to grow accustomed to the present level of restraint she was in, and the shop girl secured the laces round a cleat on the counter. John now moved across to scrutinise Julie, telling the young girl to remove the lady's dress, then studying her underwear clad body while he turned her around, displaying the bulging tummy, bloated titties, and firm, pantie clad bottom. Instructing her to remain still while her undies were removed, John watched with favour as Julie obediently maintained her standing position while the shop girl took off her milk soaked lace bra, then pulled down her soft lacy French knickers. Mrs Harrison had to remain naked while both females were allowed to suckle her wet teats, then admit that the midwife was stretching her small pussy. Ordered to stand with one foot up on her chair, Julie was totally embarrassed when the girl knelt behind her, reached between her legs, and easily pushed her whole hand right inside her cunny. Mr Langton said it was unfair that his assistant, Kate Robinson, was still fully dressed, while these other ladies had to parade their most private places before everyone else, so he instructed Kate to take off her satin blouse and skirt. Obediently, Kate undressed as she'd been ordered, and Julie was surprised to see that she also had a severe corset on, a high waist garment that was pulled right in like an hour glass. Although the girl had looked almost sixteen when she was dressed, her depilated vulva, completely devoid of any hair, made her look well under twelve years old. Kate's small bust had also appeared deceivingly large, but the ladies could now see this was due to the way her breasts had been bound up. A cunning platform bra had been secured round her chest lifting up her boobs, then each base had a strap passed over the top of it, which was cinched really tightly, making the breast swell up. A second strap was fastened across the centre of each tit, again cinched down really tight, causing two large balloons of straining flesh, then those nipples were bound with thin cord. John Langton now returned to his other lady customer, telling Kate to tighten the laces again, and they reduced her waist down even further. Julie could see this woman's bottom inflating as the flesh was squeezed out remorselessly from under the corset, then, after Mr Langton tied off the laces, she was told to dismount from her fat embedded penis. The poor lady's breathing was very shallow from the severe constriction, and when she turned to face them, Julie noticed her smoothly shaven pubis had become really bloated. Not only that, but at the front of the corset it curved down, and inwards, in a vee shape, pressing into her swollen mound, pushing it up into two hillocks on either side of the satin covered bones. Rubbing his hand across the tempting, protruding flesh, John had the lady bend forward, digging the vee even harder into her mound, saying he was sure her husband would be very pleased with the effect. Adjusting the bust part of this corset, he pulled her dark nipples through lace trimmed holes at the end of the cups, then tightened up the thin laces round their edges. The woman's aureoles were savagely restricted, forcing her teats to distend until they almost split, then she was instructed to get dressed, and return home. She had to put her dress on in front of everyone then she was handed her elegant panties and the fancy bra she'd worn earlier, having to carry them home publicly. Whoever she passed would know she was naked underneath her dress. Locking the door again, Mr Langton turned his attention to Julie, making her walk all round the shop in just her shoes, stockings, and fancy suspender belt. Removing her garter belt, the owner now carefully measured his customer, often getting Kate to check, or position the tape, and he recorded all the details in a notebook, as well as making numerous marks on Julie's skin. While he worked he questioned Mrs Harrison really intimately about her pregnancy, her private life, and her sexual experience, while also informing the lady about the type of customers he entertained. In addition, Julie learned that Kate Robinson actually was sixteen years old, the daughter of one of his customers, now fully indentured as an apprentice corsetiere. This meant she would have to work for John until she was at least twenty one, under his undisputed authority while at work, whatever he chose to make her do, or to wear. This didn't meet with her mother's approval at all, but she was under the strict control of her sister in law, who kept her as a total lesbian sex and punishment slave, utterly dominating the complete family at home, especially Mr Robinson. He'd always been a wimp, unable to exert himself any way at all, and his sister constantly interfered in his marriage, even supervising their sex life. When his wife became pregnant she'd been strictly corseted, then laced to extreme discomfort, then punished for any complaint. The birth had really been painful, since the doctor was one of his sister's friends, and they'd kept the poor expectant mother severely bound throughout her labour and for several more days afterward. Kate's arrival was welcomed by everyone in the house, for very different reasons, and while Mr and Mrs Robinson just loved their beautiful daughter, her auntie treated her as a toy, and a weapon. Kate was regularly bound, punished, and abused, often assisting Auntie to attend to her own mother and father. She'd visited this shop for several years with the other elegant ladies, and John Langton had shown an interest in her whenever she was placed over his counter for an energetic bottom warming. When the girl's formal schooling finished her Aunt Adele had arranged this special apprenticeship, although Kate had already worked in the shop on a few Saturdays. Having finished measuring Mrs Harrison, John gave highly detailed instructions to Kate, and ordered her to fetch a corset for their customer to try. Returning with a truly beautiful garment in blue satin, all trimmed with deeply sculpted white lace, Kate held it up against Julie's bulging tummy while Mr Langton fastened up the strong hooks all down the back. Without the laces secured it was quite easy to adjust the corset around Julie's growing bulge, and the front panels were specially fashioned to follow her contours. The bust section had half cups that fitted under Julie's abundant breasts, the edges reaching far enough up to just cover her huge, brown nipples. When the corset was positioned to Mr Langton's own satisfaction he started to tighten the laces, slowly compressing Julie Harrison's chest, her waist, and also her large belly, with its fragile package of the developing child. Julie quickly became more and more uncomfortable as her developing figure was squeezed by the irresistible grip of satin, and vicious steel braces, each area of her body being forced into a smaller size. Tying off the laces for a moment Mr Langton told Kate to appropriately position Mrs Harrison's nipples, and the young girl removed a lace flower from the tip of each breast cup to reveal a metal disk. Pressing those engorged teats against the hole in the centre of the disk, Kate put her mouth up to it, then sucked Julie's nipples through the metal, licking the milk soaked flesh with her little tongue. Kate fitted a silver cover over Mrs Harrison's starkly protruding nipple, locking it onto the corset, then John Langton brought out a set of long gold pins in a velvet box. Julie cringed as she saw the pins, knowing that they were intended for her milk ducts, and John was going to insert them right into the centre of her breast flesh. Placing a pin into one of several tiny holes in the nipple shield, he moved it around until he located one of Mrs Harrison's ducts, then pushed it deeper and deeper. Julie squealed while her breast was pierced, the golden pin throbbing all the way down the tender aperture through which milk flowed out from her lactating mammary glands. Unfortunately she had to tolerate this agonizing torment as six slender shafts penetrated right through each erect nipple. When she'd been meticulously impaled, Mr Langton pressed the edges of the metal disk, which closed them very tightly round each of the swollen teats, locking the disks shut, and moving the implanted pins. Because these outer disks moved inward, it forced the long shafts passing through them to flare outwards, and Julie thought her titties would explode as those milk ducts were pulled drastically out of shape. With her breasts in agony, Mrs Harrison now suffered even more as Mr Langton demonstrated how his corsets were put to use on pregnant young ladies like herself. Tightening those laces near the bottom of the garment, he began to cinch her lower tummy, just above her soft, bald pubis, pulling it near to its former flatness. The result of this compression was that the foetus was pushed upwards inside her belly, soon reaching up to the top of her womb, then it started to lift the woman's uterus, and her cervix, as the laces were tightened even further. Julie felt as if her vagina were being sucked inside herself, and when John advised her to concentrate on all the separate areas of her body, examining the sensations in each one, she sensed her inner labia tightening up, and her clitoral hood being pulled along her slit. As Mr Langton pulled her in even more, slightly higher this time, she felt pressure against her spine, then her breathing grew more shallow as her diaphragm was now pushed against. Mrs Harrison was instructed to pant slightly easing the feeling of breathlessness, then she was taken to a large mirror where John Langton pointed out those changes he'd made in her figure. The bulge of the baby inside her body was now very much higher, pressing right up under her titties, while her lower tummy was perfectly flat. The corset stopped at the line where crude bushy hair had previously covered her fleshy mound, and this expanse of lovely smooth pussy was now substantially more prominent. Another feature provided in these special corsets was now demonstrated to Julie as Mr Langton drew her attention to two extremely decorative patches of white lace positioned in front of her hip bones. Telling Kate Robinson to adjust them, the young girl released the lower edges of each tiny motif, sliding them upwards, then she helped Mrs Harrison to slip her thumbs behind the lace. Pressing the front of the decoration until there were several quiet clicks, Kate stepped back, and the woman found herself securely thumb cuffed onto this satin corset. John Langton explained that she would have to alter several loose dresses that had pockets, and her topcoat, so that she could slip her hands right through the pocket, and fit her own thumbs in the concealed cuffs. By pressing her hips against something solid she could secure herself in this fashion, then she would be expected to walk round to this shop, take a stroll round a secluded park, or go window shopping in town. Julie would be provided with shops and locations suitable for helpless pregnant ladies to be abused. In order to demonstrate just how much control she was under, John tightened the laces on her corset even more, and Julie could now feel how the baby began to be pressed harder against her stomach. The increasing pressure started to make her feel unwell, and Kate fetched over a bowl, standing in front of this suffering pregnant customer, with the dish held against her own chest. Tugging once more on Julie's corset laces, John laughed when she threw up all over Kate's bosom, the vomit running into the bowl from this poor youngster's small restrained boobs. Pulling even tighter on those laces, he made the woman throw up again, all over the young girl, then she was made to be sick for a third time. Tying off the long laces, Mr Langton asked if Julie wanted a drink of water, sending Kate to get it, then when she'd taken a few sips from the glass, he insisted she drink it all. Kate was told to clean herself up, and while she was absent, Mr Langton explained to his distressed customer that she could now take a few minutes for herself to get adapted to the restraint, then it wouldn't be quite so harrowing. When Kate had returned, John said she needed her breast restraint changing, and the girl had to clip her thumbs into the cuffs sewn onto her own corset, after bringing around her stool from behind the shop counter. Mrs Harrison was invited to sit on it, and when she remarked about a small bulge in the middle of the sculptured seat, John said it was to help her sit straight, and not wriggle about. Julie positioned her bottom according to John's meticulous direction, leaning forward while he rubbed Vaseline into her tiny anus, then settling her rosebud onto this protrusion. Fitting her heels over the raised footrest, she pressed it downwards, finding that it was spring loaded, then pushed down as hard as she could, making the powerful bar reach the bottom. Moving behind the stool Mr Langton pressed a switch, and ordered young Julie to raise her feet slowly, a little at a time. Suddenly, she squealed in shock, as she discovered that the small lump on the stool, pressed tight against her anus, was in fact connected to the footrest, and very gradually squeezed its way through her anal ring, sliding into her rectum. Mr Langton told her to press her feet down, and the cruel intruder retracted, then she had to ease it up again, gasping as the shaft penetrated deep into her bowels. Releasing his customer from this ingenious device, Mr Langton ordered Kate to climb onto it, and these two adults watched as the child's bottom was deeply infiltrated by the cruel shaft. John informed them she had twelve inches of wood stuffed up her belly, then he started to undo the youngster's breast harness, laughing at her tears while the blood rushed into those distorted titties. After untying the cords from her nipples and roughly massaging her boobs back into their usual conical shape, John Langton fetched a pink lacy bra from the back shelves. It was beautifully decorated with lovely little flowers, when he turned it inside out though, to show Julie the cups, she could see that each flower had a sharp point fastened to it that stuck right through the material. Fastening the bra round Kate's chest, he pulled in a couple of small unobtrusive straps, and she winced as the spikes stabbed her sensitive little titties. Unable to move from her place, with that lengthy pole stuck right up her little bottom, Kate Robinson was viciously abused as John brought over a slender cane, and began whipping her prettily clad bosoms. They weren't hard strokes that he used, but each one would press several sharp points into her delicate flesh, especially when he struck the end of the lace cup. This hammered a thin spike right into the very centre portion of her delicate, adolescent teats. Leaving Kate to suffer her acute discomfort, John Langton turned his attention to Mrs Harrison's corset, slackening the laces, to allow her unborn baby to settle into its customary position. Once more, however, he tightened them up again, but in a new sequence this time, starting at the top, and squeezing Julie's chest right in. She was again finding it difficult to breath deeply, but she also felt weird inside her tummy, as the growing foetus was forced against the floor of her pelvis. John tightened up the laces even more, and as the baby pressed onto her full bladder Julie was now desperate for a big wee, then, suddenly, she couldn't hold it any more, lost control, and pissed all over the floor. The poor woman was mortified that she'd been forced to behave in such a totally disgusting manner, but she couldn't impede the flow, as her tight satin corset was ruthlessly cinched even further in. Now that he had totally humiliated his customer, and viciously remodelled her figure several times, he released this woman from her satin and steel prison. Julie was allowed to put her fancy black suspender belt back on, as the corset no longer held up her stockings, but as with the previous customer, she was not permitted to wear her frilly bra, or French knickers. After she'd pulled her dress over her near nudity, she was instructed to carry those pretty undies she had worn earlier in her hand, where everyone could see them, until she arrived home. She was told to return in three weeks for a fitting of her own corset, and to ensure she had a lavish meal, and also plenty of cold drinks before she came back to the shop. It took three visits to have her garment properly fitted, and she suffered excruciatingly at each one. She was forced to throw up when the corset thrust her developing baby upward, then she again helplessly wet herself when the cruel metal stays pushed her baby into her pelvis. Despite her own suffering, she felt really sorry for Kate Robinson, the poor young girl appearing in all different outfits every time she went to the shop. Each style was even more cruel than before, and Julie realised that this youngster had to work there every day, afflicted with very severe bondage clothes, several of which were fitted with barbarous spikes round her most sensitive places. One of the outfits consisted of a pair of small panties to match the flowered bra Kate had worn earlier, with a spiked pad that covered the girl's shaven pubis, and an elevated ridge all along the gusset, covered in barbs, extending between the buttocks. When she left wearing her lovely new satin corset, tightly laced up, Mrs Harrison also had to step into the prickle pants, as John called them, and she was instructed to inform her husband they were a present for him. Matthew loved all of her new clothes, and would often tightly lace her into the corset several times during the course of an evening, forcing her now impressive bulge into a different position each time. When she was severely restricted like this, he would fit the breast pump to her bloated titties to suck the milk out, make her bend over, then penetrate her deeply from behind. He'd position the breast pump carefully, so that each thrust into his wife's body made her thighs press against the handle, constantly increasing the suction on her poor imprisoned tits. He loved to fit the nipple shields into the twin plastic suction cups that were now attached to the ruthless pump, stretching Julie's dark brown teats really painfully, especially when he was fucking her tight arse. Constant milking had inflated her nipples to over two inches in length, fattening them as well. They were now two dark brown nozzles on the ends of her titties, dripping warm mother's milk continually throughout the whole day. Julie Harrison only had one more month to go before the birth of her first baby, and she was now looking forward to it with keen anticipation. Gone was her original fear of suffering permanent damage when an oversized baby forced its way right down her tight little cunny. She'd been helped over the preceding six months to stretch her soft internal sex channel to an adequate size for any normally proportioned infant. The process had been rather painful and distressing at the time, but gradually she had grown to enjoy her mistreatment at the hands of her husband, the doctor and the midwife, and even her close neighbour. Even though her pregnancy had been difficult to bear so far, this final month was much more traumatic, as her bloated body was treated with savage contempt. Everyone seemed to want to fist fuck her enormous pussy, or else stuff it full with the biggest object they could find, then keep her expanded like this for hours. She'd been milked so much, that both breasts looked like udders, and as she continually lactated, she had to milk herself every few hours, else her clothes became soaked. Every day, sometimes even twice a day, she was completely drained, though squeezed dry seemed to be a much more appropriate phrase, as the last drops of mother's milk were forced out of her breasts. Usually she was attached onto the breast pump to express most of the milk, then any remaining fluid was sucked out by her husband, or the midwife, but lately, they'd been much more severe with her. Really, it was her own fault, for complaining about how much it hurt to be tormented like this, because it just gave the midwife a perfect excuse to administer brutal corporal punishment to her. She'd just been milked dry, and the midwife began binding her soft titties to put her in suspension for half an hour as was often the case, but a look of devilish malice flashed in her eyes at Julie's outburst. Nurse Moran bound her patient's hands behind her, tied her ankles up to her thighs, and then fitted a spreader bar between her knees, fully exposing every sensitive part of her helpless figure. Tracy knew of the early experiments Matthew had tried with spanking his new wife, fantasy games of headmaster and schoolgirl, and she went up to their bedroom to retrieve the cane that was still kept in the wardrobe. Julie was given six strokes across her bare bottom, four more across her soft depilated pubic mound then four upward strokes between her spread legs. Thrashing about in pain did nothing for her tight bound breasts, other than stretch them further, then these solid globes of flesh were also caned by the midwife. Finally, Julie suffered agony when the cane was lashed across her swollen belly, cutting into the tight bulge from top to bottom, and along the soft edge of her bloated tummy. Julie Harrison didn't know what was happening to her, other than it was excruciating, having closed her eyes, so she never noticed when the midwife left the house, without untying her. She seemed to have been hanging by her poor titties for hours, and they felt like they were now tearing from her chest, but the milk was still being produced behind the restrictive ropes, blowing her enormous boobs up just like balloons. Hearing the back door opening, Julie wondered who was coming into her house, hoping it wasn't a young burglar that would rape her helpless pregnant body. She was only half relieved to see that it was Dawn Blanchard, her neighbour, because she knew her trouble wasn't over yet. Dawn explained that the midwife had asked her to call round, and she was very pleased to find Julie in such well presented display. Slipping her whole hand into this woman's wide open cunny, she began to fist her as she picked up the slim cane, a sadistic smile across her face. Each time Dawn's fist rammed into Julie's cervix, she whipped the cane hard across her naked body, striking titties, bottom, pubis, and distended tummy. Poor Mrs Harrison was savagely punished all over, then she was let down, bound breasts untied, allowing blood to rush painfully back into tortured flesh, and the fresh breast milk to flow through tender nipples. Whenever the midwife visited from then onward, Julie was severely caned, and when her husband returned that evening, and she had explained in great detail what happened to her, Matthew often chose to punish her as well. While these humiliations and torments were a dilemma at least they were in the privacy of her own home, and the worst part for Julie to bear was having people look in through her undraped windows, when she herself was undressed, and exposed. One sunny morning though, Dawn Blanchard called round, about 11 am, came straight into the unlocked house, and told Julie to follow her. Obedient as always, Mrs Harrison trailed after her neighbour, virtually waddling from the weight of her massive stomach, going into the woman's house, finding the customary ladies gathered there for a morning coffee. Dawn's oldest daughter was there as well, and she was ordered out to make some more drinks while the rest of the ladies made a fuss of this expectant mother. Everyone wanted to pat her stomach, as women always did when one of the group was pregnant, and they now reminded Julie of her earlier anxiety about the delivery. Someone asked if she had managed to get herself stretched, and poor Julie was instructed to tell them all the intimate details of Matthew, Dr Weston, and Nurse Moran's efforts to force their hands inside her small pussy. All the ladies were crowded round her, liberally fondling her developed body, some of them with their hands on her thighs, beneath her skirts while others squeezed her bottom. Dawn casually unbuttoned Julie's maternity dress right down the front, pulling it from her, then unclipped her bra, removing that also, leaving the woman in just her lacy suspender belt and silky black stockings. Comments were passed about her bloated tummy, the size of her breasts, topped with supple brown nipples, and her lovely denuded pussy. When Mrs Blanchard's daughter brought in the fresh coffee, Julie was having her leaking breasts expressed into a big glass bowl, so someone suggested that instead of cream, they have mother's milk with their coffee. Julie Harrison felt like a prize dairy cow as she leaned over before each of the ladies while they firmly squeezed her fat titties, whitening their coffee with her abundant breast milk. Two of the women pulled Julie further over, dipping her large, bloated teat into their cups as they squeezed her leaking tit, causing intense agony from the hot liquid on her sensitive nipples. Julie was now made to stand naked in front of everyone while they carefully examined her figure in its advanced pregnant state, then someone said she could hardly remember what Julie had looked like before. Dawn instructed her daughter to get undressed and stand beside Julie for a comparison, so this girl, only a year or two younger than Julie, obediently stripped to her dark stockings and fancy suspender belt, taking up the indicated position next to the pregnant woman. They were all thrilled over this far from modest exhibition of naked female flesh, especially since the younger girl was also completely depilated, showing off a really shapely vulva. Readily answering their vulgar questions, the girl admitted that her husband kept her properly shaved down there, as her Mom always had when she'd lived at home. Following complete depilation of her pubis she was always well serviced by her husband, his large prick being rammed into her girlish quim. The weather was beautiful and sunny today, so Dawn suggested they adjourn to the back garden, which was nicely shielded from anyone overlooking them, so the two undressed ladies were kept that way when they went outside. The comparison of various bodily features continued in great detail, both females getting pulled about and manhandled quite ruthlessly, with their tender breasts and lovely hairless labia getting treated with great cruelty. Julie was fist fucked by everyone in the group before things settled down a bit, and they were both allowed some rest. However, this involved them having to sunbathe, their suspender belt and stockings both being removed, leaving them completely naked, while most of those other women stripped to bra and panties. Dawn brought out some suntan oil, which was lecherously massaged into all that visible flesh, particularly the more erotic areas, and several ladies had their bras removed, so their breasts could be given a thorough working over. Julie was really well oiled, even the inside of her vagina was given another fisting, then she was made to lay spread eagle, so every part of her caught the sun. The worst thing they forced her to do was suntan her back, by laying face down, with all her increased weight resting on her tummy and breasts, squashing the baby inside her. Dawn even brought out a magnifying glass, using it on Julie, and her own daughter, to concentrate heat onto their most delicate places. It was something she and her husband loved to do during the summer, stripping their children off like this, and tormenting them with such a simple small device. Although her daughter was used to similar treatment, she still suffered agony, and Julie thought it was just horrible, as her nipples were made to smoke, burning them intensely, but with no permanent damage. The sunlight was also concentrated on her hard clitoris, vaginal entrance, and even her anal ring, raising up the temperature till the suntan oil started to scorch, then it was applied somewhere else. Everyone was very pleased with the submissive way Julie had behaved today, enjoying themselves immensely at her expense, and she had to suffer this ordeal several times more during the warm summer months, being publicly displayed. Quickly the time arrived for the baby's birth, Julie going into the first contractions of labour in the early morning, so Matthew phoned up the midwife to start organising the delivery. Dr Weston had already decided that Mrs Harrison would have the baby in her own bedroom, with himself and the midwife in attendance, that way they would sustain plenty of freedom to severely restrict this mother's movements. When the doctor and nurse arrived, Julie was given a thorough examination, including a fist inside her cunny to check on the dilation of her cervix. Matthew was asked to fit a full rubber sheet on their bed while Dr Weston and Tracy helped their patient into the bathroom, made her bend over, then gave her an enormous soapy enema, deeply flushing out her insides. Julie was taken back into her bedroom, and ordered to lay down on the rubber sheet, then Dr Weston told Matthew that as this was the last time his wife would be carrying a child for several months, he'd better give her a proper fucking right away. Both of them were shocked by their doctor's outspoken attitude, but Julie obediently turned over onto all fours while Matthew quickly undressed and climbed up behind her. Brian Weston explained how it was a unique privilege to fuck a woman while she was actually in the throes of labour, and they were going to take every advantage of Mrs Harrison's particular condition during the rest of today. It was the doctor's intention to have this patient fucked and sodomised through the final moments of her pregnancy. Matthew felt Nurse Moran reach up between his thighs to grasp his already firm erection, then everyone watched while she guided it right into Julie's exposed quim, sliding it deeper till his balls rested against her smooth, hairless mound. He fucked her deep for several minutes, but soon complained that his wife was too large to grip his prick properly after she'd been stretched so widely. Tracy offered to take up some of that slack, and with his prick still embedded, Matthew felt the nurse's fingers working down his solid shaft, filling up Julie's pussy. Dr Weston now reached over to play with the expectant mother's bottom, slipping two fingers inside her anal ring, and slowly opening it up wider. Instructing Matthew to arse fuck his wife, the crude doctor watched the large erection sliding into his patient's rectum, while her pussy was still filled with the nurse's hand, then he gripped both her milk laden breasts and squeezed hard. Telling them all to hold off for one moment, he asked Julie to let them know when her contractions started, and each time she began to feel her muscles tense, they rammed hard into her poor straining body. Matthew soon climaxed, shooting hot spunk into Julie's cleaned out bottom, then she was allowed to rest for a few minutes, laying on her back, with her huge belly sticking in the air. Dr Weston said he wanted to have a turn now, so he stripped off all his clothes, knelt up between Julie's spread thighs, and slowly inserted his hard cock into the pregnant woman's vagina. Matthew Harrison watched as his wife was fucked by some other man for the first time in her life, then the midwife removed her uniform, straddled Julie's head, and lowered her sodden pussy onto the woman's upturned face. Mrs Harrison was well fucked quite a few times throughout her labour, until about the middle of that afternoon, when Brian Weston said it was time to position Julie into the birthing posture. The young mother was grabbing her belly as the contractions became more powerful, and she slowly waddled towards the middle of the rubber covered bed, on her knees. Nurse Moran secured both ankles, and knees onto the ends of the bedframe, then strapped her wrists up to the headboard so that she was leaning forwards, her tits and belly hanging down beneath her. Those contractions were coming quite close together now, Julie squealing each time her womb squeezed hard around the baby, trying to force it out from her belly. Dr Weston shoved his entire hand right inside her straining pussy again, feeling round her cervix, telling her she wasn't dilated nearly far enough yet, and she was to hold back on the next few contractions. When Julie said she would try to hold them, the doctor fetched the thin cane over, and gave her six hard strokes right across her bare bottom, saying she would be caned throughout each contraction. Struggling to control her muscles, the poor woman screamed out as her bottom was caned, then her widely spread thighs, and finally, the doctor whipped upwards onto her soft bald cunny. During the final stages of labour Julie Harrison was extensively punished by those three adults looking after her, and as the baby started to come out of her womb, she had to bear down each time the cane whistled across sore reddened flesh. When the baby's head emerged, Julie was made to keep utterly still, and contemplate those feelings deep inside her vagina while it was fully stretched open by her special baby. Continuing with the delivery, Dr Weston extracted the child part of the way out of the uterus, then pushed it back several inches. After fucking his patient with her own baby's pelvis a few times, he presented the proud Mom and dad with a young daughter, letting Matthew lay cuddling both females, bonding together as a family. Within a few minutes the baby was hungry, and Matthew put it to his wife's pendant breasts, laughing as it immediately sucked on the copious flow of milk. Julie's ordeal wasn't over yet though, as the now useless placenta still had to be delivered, and Tracy Moran pushed her hand, not just into the woman's big vagina, but straight through her dilated cervix. The new mother felt like her insides were being scoured, when the lining of her now empty womb was cleaned out by the nurse. Putting the small baby into her new crib, Tracy cleaned up the bed, and sponged down their exhausted patient, while the doctor only released her bound wrists, leaving her knees and ankles secured to the bed. He prescribed three days of bed rest for Julie, that is, tied to the bed so she couldn't leave, but still available for other quite interesting pleasures. Fastening her wrist straps onto the foot of the bed, making her arch backwards, Dr Weston picked up the slim cane, and viciously whipped her still swollen belly, then beat her titties till the milk was streaming from her sore nipples. Brian Weston and Tracy Moran dressed, and left this new family to themselves, arranging to visit them the next day, the nurse giving Matthew's soft prick a firm squeeze as she went out. Julie found it fairly comfortable to be strapped to the bed, sleeping really deeply when she leaned forward, if she could keep her massive titties out of the way and she quickly recovered from the recent cruel ordeal. When she told the doctor, the next day, that her thighs were aching, from being in the one position, he suggested that Matthew widen their spread every hour, and the poor woman was soon in a near splits posture. When the baby wanted feeding, both her wrists were released, and as she held the little girl to her breasts, knelt up on the bed, Matthew loved to lay the thin cane across her naked figure. When her bare bottom was too tender from previous strokes, her husband whipped her big swollen belly, then her soft denuded pubic mound. A couple of days after the birth, Julie was fastened up, arched over backwards, helplessly presenting the front of her naked body to Matthew's punishment, when Dawn Blanchard, and Stephanie, came round to see her. Matthew told them the good news about his brand new daughter, then invited them upstairs to visit her, going into the master bedroom with hardly a thought for his restrained wife. The two ladies just said hello to Julie, as they headed straight for the crib, and after cooing over the baby for a while, turned their full attention to the helpless mother. Dawn praised her for producing such a lovely little girl, promising to help her bring it up properly as a submissive young lady, then she berated Julie for keeping her away from the actual birth event. Asking Matthew to pass a cane, she gave her neighbour a really sadistic whipping right down her front, particularly her open hairless pussy lips, then twisted her breast as she informed Julie she'd continue this another day. Mrs Harrison quickly settled into motherhood, caring for her new baby exceptionally well, with continued help from the visiting midwife, also from Dawn Blanchard, following their many peculiar suggestions eagerly. Tracy insisted on keeping her pussy stretched, fisting it hard, most times she visited, and Dawn kept it shaved nice and smooth, usually attending to her two daughters at the same time. Even though all three women were married, they had to visit Dawn's house each week, strip naked for an extremely meticulous bathing, then go to the lounge to be shaved completely hairless, except for their head. Julie had never imagined typical parenthood would get her involved in so many outrageous routines, but these circumstances were unusual, and gradually she loved it. ***************** This story is fantasy, not based on any real events, and should not be re-enacted in any way. If you, the reader, do not know the difference between reality and fantasy, then leave now, and seek urgent medical help. Feedback, and constructive criticism, is very welcome via shellyr dot 1970 at yahoo dot com