Doctor D R Acula Ch 07

Part 7 -- The Bath

Sharlene

As he is carrying me into the bathroom, we pass by a large mirror mounted on the wall. My feet are facing the wall and I can see myself in the mirror. My blouse is open all the way to the top of my skirt and is just barely covering my hard nipples. There is just a hint showing of the pink ring around my nipples on the slight swell of my barely-there breasts.

The back of my skirt is hanging down below the cheeks of my ass and I wiggle in his arms so that I can spread my legs slightly, exposing the cleft between my legs. My hairless pussy lips come into view and I can see that they are still spread open slightly with excitement. A pearly-white drop appears at the top of my opening as I watch and I can feel it gradually slip down between my lips until it finally reaches the bottom and drops down onto my skirt.

I smile at myself in the mirror, all of the bands around my teeth coming into view behind the heavy wire of my face-bow. I stick my tongue out between my teeth and begin to run it over the front of my upper jaw, gradually working it towards the bands on my molars. I spend a little time exploring my canines which still haven't retracted back into place, seeming to have descended even more than before. There is a noticeable space between the bracket on the band around the teeth and the wire that it should be attached to. My tongue slips up above the bracket and plays along the wire in the gap between the tooth where the bracket should be attached and then down again until it is at the bottom of the tooth. I can feel just how far down it has descended, and when I look at myself in the mirror, I can see that I have 'vampire fangs'.

I feel a large drop of moisture form between my pussy lips and slowly descend until it drops off and is absorbed by my skirt. My body is responding to the sensation and sight of my braces in a way that I didn't expect. Without me being conscious of what my tongue is doing, it works it's way over to the other canine, doing the same exploration, then farther back until it is trapped between the inner wire of my face-bow and the brackets attached to the bands around my teeth. I tilt my head back slightly, putting more pressure on the pink band around the back of my neck, and feel the face-bow tighten against my tongue and the pressure increase on my upper molars. I give a slight purr of pleasure at the sensation.

As he sets me down on the edge surrounding the foot of the tub, my legs come together and the hand supporting my lower body slides up the back of my legs and lands right on the place where my ass and legs meet, briefly coming into contact with the still overly-sensitive lips of my pussy. I subconsciously arch my back and the purr becomes louder. His gaze drops to my modest chest and a small smile crosses his face, exposing the brackets and archwires on his teeth. I don't think that he even realizes where his hand just was.

He leans over me to the other side of the tub, turns on the taps and begins to adjust the temperature of the water. I watch as he adds some flowery smelling bubble-bath to the stream flowing into the tub and bubbles start to form. Then he turns to me and says, "Take your time and enjoy your bath. I am going to make something good for us to eat. I can tell from how far down your canines have dropped that you really need to eat." Then he smiles and runs his tongue over the edge of his top teeth, and I can see that there is a gap between the brackets and the wire across his canines as well. "And judging from the way that mine have descended, I do too. Give me about an hour to get things ready. There is a bathrobe in the bedroom, as well as the rest of your things. Slip on whatever you want to wear." Then he gives me another smile and says, "If you choose not to wear anything when you come for breakfast, I definitely wouldn't complain."

I watch how the muscles in his naked butt move as he walks through the door to the bedroom and closes it behind him as he leaves. The bubbles in the tub are rising and getting close to the top, so I remove the shoes from my feet, followed by the over-the-knee socks which have slipped down to just above my ankles. The blouse follows the socks onto the pile forming on the floor, then my front-close bra. I stand up and unfasten my skirt, adding it to the pile.

There is lots of warm foamy water in the tub as I slip in and turn off the taps. The water creeps up my body as I settle into it, gradually hiding my body from sight. The bubbles tickle the lips of my pussy as they pop and the water feels so good as it covers my sensitive crotch. As I settle deeper into the tub and lean against the back of the tub, my tear-drop shaped, barely-there A-cup breasts disappear beneath the concealment to the foam and are soothed by the water.

I put my head against the rim of the tub and feel the strap around my neck pull against the face-bow connected to my molars. I don't want to get it wet, so I take it off and lay it as far from the tub as I can reach from my reclined position. I briefly debate with myself about leaving the face-bow in, but since it isn't doing anything without the strap, I remove it and place it with the neck-strap. My teeth feel strange without the backwards force being applied to them, while at the same time I feel relief that it is gone.

My eyes close as I lay in the tub, enjoying the different sensations that my body has experienced and is continuing to experience. My hands touch my chest and I remember what they felt like being touched, caressed and played with by someone other than myself, and just how thrilling it was for them to be larger than I have ever dreamed of my breasts being. My hand moves down to my belly and then lower still until it comes to rest just above my sensitive clit. I have touched it and played with it many times, but this is the first time in a long time that anyone besides my hairdresser and doctor has seen and touched it, and they don't really count.

My hand strays lower, pausing briefly on the partially exposed bump, coming to rest on the outside of my pussy lips. I let my mind wander through all the memories that I have of what has happened in the last few days. As much as I want to play with it, I am still far too sensitive, both inside and outside, to do more than let my fingers rest against it. Even now, there are very minor tremors emanating from inside my body.

Without me realizing it, I fall asleep and take a nap. I wake up when the water cools off, feeling somewhat refreshed, and my stomach feels empty and is giving little rumbles of complaint. Rather than warm up the water in the tub, I let the water drain away and stand underneath the overhead shower to rinse off. It really does feel nice cascading over my body, so I take the time to wash my hair just to prolong the enjoyment.

D.R. Acula

As I exit the bathroom, I look around the bedroom and the mess that is there. Our clothes are strewn everywhere and the bed is a mess. I decide to clean it up before starting to make us something to eat. It doesn't take me long to strip the bed and put fresh sheets and pillowcases on it. I finish it off by getting fresh blankets and a clean comforter. Once that is done, I begin to sort through the clothes, separating my things from hers. My clothes go into the hamper to be washed. As I am laying her things neatly on the foot of the bed, I begin to get hard again.

I lay her dress out neatly on the bed, making sure that the edges of the zipper line up. Beside that, I lay her stockings and garter-belt and place her shoes on the floor at the foot of the bed. I look around for the bra that she was wearing when she came here, don't see it anywhere and then smile as I remember that she didn't wear one to the dinner date. I don't bother looking for her panties, vividly remembering that she didn't wear any and made a point of letting me know it.

I look around the room again, see the bags that we brought back from the stores downstairs and gather them all together. I empty them on the bed and lay out everything neatly. She has acquired quite a few items in the small amount of time that she has spent with me. I smile at the memory each item brings to my mind. I look at all the items and am aware that there are some things that I need to add.

I slip on a pair of pants and take my ring of keys. I go to the lingerie shop and pick out a pale blue stretch lace bodysuit with underwired cups and a pair of floral patterned stockings that match the colour of the bodysuit. My next stop is the shoe store, where I pick out a pair of dark blue 3-inch open-toed slip-on mules for her to wear with the stockings. The last stop I make is to pick out a thigh-length silk robe to wear over the bodysuit.

I return to my apartment and move the chaise lounge chair in front of the door to the bathroom so that the first thing that she sees when she comes out will be my latest gifts for her. I lay everything out on the chair, ready for her to put it on if she chooses to.

Sharlene

There is a soft fluffy stack of towels waiting to be used by me and I use one to wrap up my hair, then another one to dry my body, and finally I wrap one around my body, tucking it in over my modest chest.

When I open the door to the bedroom, I see that he has cleaned up and reorganized the bedroom. There is a chair placed between the door and the bed, with a new outfit carefully placed on it. I see the rest of my clothes on the bed, all neatly laid out. I walk over to the bed and look over the selection of things to wear displayed there, but nothing seems quite right for the playful mood I am in. I idly run my fingernail over the braces in my mouth while I try and decide what to do.

It is when my fingernail encounters the unconnected bracket on my canine tooth that I know what I should do. He has mentioned a few times that I need to obtain another fluid specimen orally from him, and I know just how I want to do it. The pale-blue body-suit and stockings are just what I need to aid in obtaining it. When I slip my legs into it and pull it up my body, it fits beautifully just about everywhere. The sides come up high on my hips and have very little covering both the front over my pussy lips and the back, leaving most of my butt cheeks uncovered. The top fastens behind my neck just below where the strap should be for my headgear.

I go back into the bathroom and pick up my face-bow and try to insert it into the tubes on the molar-bands. I can get one at a time in, but not both at the same time. I walk over to the mirror, open my mouth and tilt my head so that the light around the edge of the mirror shines into my mouth. When I try to insert the face-bow, I can see right away that the ends are slightly farther apart than the tubes on the brackets are. All it takes is a gentle squeeze of the face-bow and it slips into place. All that is left to be done is to attach the pink neck-strap to my face-bow.

I stand in front of the full-length mirror on the wall and appraise how I look in the mirror. My A-cup breasts look okay but I know that they aren't quite right for the effect that I desire. The underwire doesn't fit underneath my small breasts, having been designed for larger breasts. I am just about to take it off when my stomach rumbles, reminding me that I am supposed to be getting ready to eat. I bring my hands up to my chest and close my eyes. In my mind, I picture what I would like to look like with a set of firm C-cup breasts on my body. The unique feeling of my body-mass moving around begins and I gently caress my chest as the shape and size of my breasts changes. The image in my mind is of a set of C-cup breasts set wide enough apart to create a valley between them when looked at from the front and that there is just a hint of them when he looks at me from behind.

When I open my eyes, I am delighted with what I see. My waist has slimmed down slightly, making my hips seem wider, and the muscles in my legs look more defined. My breasts fill the stretched lace of the underwired cups completely with just a hint of a bulge along the top edge of the plunging lace cups. When I turn around and look over my shoulder at the mirror, there is just a hint of the outside curve of my breasts showing. I feel my nipples harden through the lace covering them.

Before I become tempted to play with my enhanced chest, I sit down on the chair and slip a stocking over my foot and pull it up my leg until it is near the top of my thigh. Even though the stockings could be worn without attaching garters to them, I choose to fasten the clips hanging from the bottom of the bodysuit to the lace at the top of the stocking. I do the same to my other leg and place my feet into the slip-on heels.

Once again, I stand in front of the mirror, this time holding the silk gown in my hand. I could go out just like this, but when I place my arms in the sleeves of the gown and loosely tie the ribbons together leaving more of my body exposed than covered, I achieve the final look that I want. He won't be able to look away and he will definitely be in a state of readiness for me to obtain an oral specimen from him.

The last time that I altered my appearance, I looked like a young girl. This time I have aged my body to look like a woman in her mid-thirties. There are some very subtle signs of age showing. My breasts show just a hint of stretch marks along the outside of them and they don't appear quite as firm as before. My body is more toned-looking and there is none of the baby-fat that a teen would have. There are a few lines showing on my face, some around my eyes and a few on my forehead. I think about putting on makeup, but decide that I don't need to go to that extent just to eat. My stomach rumbles, loudly, letting me know that it agrees with me.

The face-bow feels incomplete without the strap connected to it, so the left side gets connected to the hook and then is draped around my neck underneath my hair and fastened to the hook on the right side below my ear. I look in the mirror for a quick inspection and see that my upper canines have moved out and down, giving me a definite vampire look. When I close my mouth, the canines come to rest on my bottom lip and the tips peek out slightly between my upper and lower lips, just below the outer bars of the face-bow.

I slip on the heels and do a slow turn, admiring the look that has been created. I open the robe so that most of my chest is visible, highlighting the nipples that are pushing against the lace cups of the bodysuit and displaying my stocking-clad legs and the heels on my feet.

As I turn my head to watch myself in the mirror, I feel the pull on my molars and face-bow change slowly from one side to the other. The face-bow shifts position slightly between my lips as the amount of pressure being exerted alters. Even though I have been wearing the braces all night and the face-bow and cervical strap off and on for almost as long, this is the first time that I have been paying attention to how everything feels without there being other distractions.

I begin to run my tongue over the inside of my teeth, exploring the bands wrapped around them. Most of them are smooth against my tongue until I explore the bands around my molars. All four molar bands have what feel like tubes on the inside. When I open my mouth and run my tongue over the outside of them, there are tubes on the outside as well. The top bands have the face-bow inserted in one set, but there is at least one other set of tubes on them as well.

When I walk into the bathroom, my heels clicking on the tiles, and pull back my cheek to out my molar bands, I see that the lower bands have two tubes on each as well. I wonder what they are supposed to be used for. My eyes are drawn to the rest of the metal in my mouth and on my teeth. There seems to be so much of it, starting with the bands around my teeth and the brackets welded to the bands and added to by the archwires and face-bow.

One hand moves to my mouth, the other to my C-cup breast and the hard nipple on it. I run a finger over my lower teeth and explore all the metal covering them. There is a feeling of satisfaction with how everything looks and feels and I know that I will have the braces for the rest of my life.

A wonderful smell drifts into the room and my stomach growls at me. I realize that I have been enjoying myself and have lost track of time. I follow the smell out of the bathroom, heading towards the kitchen. My heels create a distinct 'tip-tap' sound on the hardwood floor in the hall and there is a slight echo that makes it sound louder. The heels give my walk a more seductive sway and my altered body, particularly my enlarged breasts, affects how my body moves. I am not used to my breasts being this big and they bounce and sway within the confines of the bodysuit, causing my upper body to move in a rather pleasurable manner.

My companion notices me walking down the hall and pauses what he is doing to watch me walking towards him. I add a little more sway to my walk, hoping that it will cause my body and breasts to move just a little more. From the look he gives me, I am very successful as he has a huge smile on his face and his metal-bracketed braces are clearly visible. I pause in the doorway, placing one hand on the door frame at shoulder height, the other on my hip and pose for him. The lace of the bodysuit covers my body and at the same time hides nothing of it. My body is on display from my hairless pussy, past my C-cup breasts, all the way to the jewelry on my teeth.

My next move is to walk across the kitchen floor, pull out a chair from beside the table and sit down facing him, the robe dangling from my shoulders and my legs slightly parted, hiding nothing from his gaze.

D. R. Acula

After tidying up the bedroom, I go to the kitchen and start working on putting together a meal. I start by cutting up lots of fruit into bite-sized pieces, then working on creating a brunch of bite-sized fried ham, crispy bacon, scrambled eggs, pancakes, toast and waffles. As each item is completed, I place the hot items into the oven to keep them warm until Sharlene has finished her bath. I keep the bowl of fruit near me so that I can nibble on pieces while I work on the rest of the meal.

As I am finishing the last of the meal, I hear the tap of heels approaching down the hall from the bedroom. I look up and am stunned by the vision of beauty approaching me. Sharlene has decided to wear the bodysuit that I had laid out for her. I am amazed by what she has done with her body, altering it to fit into the lace material and filling it in a very appealing way. She has the matching gown sort of draped over it without covering the bodysuit underneath it. Her heels add an additional touch of sexiness to the outfit. I watch as she walks to the doorway and pauses to pose for me.

I smile at her, showing her my bracketed teeth, then watch as she walks over to the table and sits down facing me. There is a mature grace to how she moves which matches the projected age of her body. When she sits down in the chair, she does it with style, first sitting down and arranging her robe around her, then gradually spreading her legs and putting her whole body on display.

All I am wearing is a pair of loose-fitting pants and my hardening penis begins to create a bulge in the front in response to the display that she is putting on for me. I begin carrying the food to the table, placing everything in front of her within easy reach. Each time I get close to her, her eyes drop to the front of my pants and her hands shift position. My gaze centers on her mouth and the display of metal jewelry adorning her teeth. She keeps running her tongue over her teeth each time I walk to the table and her smile has a hungry look to it, as if she wants something more than food. Her canines have shifted so far that they are pushing outwards against the upper archwire and when she closes her teeth, they are pressing into her bottom lip.