Dr Jolene Ch 08

CHAPTER 8: ENHANCEMENTS

It was a week after injecting my males to enlarge their cocks. That first day after, I had submitted to them fully with the aid of a modified formulation Mr. W had been giving me to allow me to release myself from my natural inclination to control and analyze every situation and condition I encountered. This new formulation took it further. He had warned me that the new formulation would allow me to be submissive to the three of them. Not only allow me but encourage me to be submissive as my natural controls were overridden by the drug. It would still require a regular booster, which allowed me to go back to the original formula or stop entirely, if I desired.

I knew there was no way I was going to stop taking the booster in its new formulation, no more than I would have with the original. Even with the original, my experiences had been so amazing through the simple release it gave me, experiences I could never have allowed myself otherwise. This new booster took me to that new level of release I inwardly desired but couldn't rationally allow. I was a body of confliction. My body yearned for the ability to experience, to pleasure, and to be pleasured while my controlling mind and personality kept strict barriers up.

Now, after submitting to Mr. W, Robert, and James, then accepting the booster, I was freed to simply respond to any and all requests, demands, instructions, and desires put to me by any of them.

The enlargement of their cocks was initially intimidating. It seemed like not long ago I was working my body to fully accept the 10 inch cocks of Robert and James. Now, they were all larger. I didn't think I would ever be able to take the 13 inch monsters anally, deep-throat, or double penetration. Before, it had been a matter of will and encouragement to accomplish it. Now, it seemed simpler... it was expected by the men. Yes, they understood their new size changed it for me, but as they insisted, "a good slut is able to offer any of her holes and all at once, if need be." It was still difficult and still took a considerable effort to finally perform despite some pain, but I was successful. Robert and James were exceedingly generous in offering their time for me to practice. Such wonderful and selfless sirs to have.

It was early evening but Mr. W asked me to join him in his bedroom suite for the night. I have slept in my own bedroom infrequently since submitting to the men. My body is available to them when they want, but nighttime is special to have any of them desiring to simply hold me tenderly in their arms asleep. As much as I like just being used for their pleasure or to simply suck on a cock quietly and unhurriedly demonstrating my devotion to pleasing them, these alone times are a gift to me.

I entered his suite wearing a floor-length, sheer negligee tied just below my tits. It was so sheer, like all my negligees now, my entire body is visible underneath. If I moved at all, the gown opens to expose my cunt and legs. He hands me a glass of white wine. He is holding a glass of his favorite bourbon. He indicates the sofa in front of the balcony sliding door overlooking the back of the estate. The door is open with a light breeze moving the sheer curtains pulled back on either side.

When I sit next to him, I make no effort to adjust the gown. It falls open on either side of my hips fully exposing my cunt. My legs are comfortably crossed, though I would open them at the slightest touch. I have been naked with them for quite a while longer now, longer than this past week of my submission, but I am more fully aware of it and the rules I have been given. The rush I feel is indicative, they tell me, that I am an exhibitionist, something else they intend to release more fully. I have thought about that and I have concluded that to release that further would require being away from the security and privacy of the estate. The idea is very exciting. Also, the idea is scary.

As we sip our drinks and chat about the day, his hand wanders along my leg lightly. As his hand moves to the inside and up my thigh, I open my legs to give him access to his target. They even have a rule for that: If they wish to fondle any part of me, anywhere, anytime, I will submit to it without complaint or resistance. I have had no cause for complaint or to resist, but I have not yet been tested on the 'anywhere, anytime' part, yet.

His fingers reach my cunt and I hear a soft chuckle. I look at him with a smile, "Something funny, sir?"

"No, my dear. Amusing, happily predictable, but not funny. It is just that it seems you are always wet when I touch you there. I don't think that is natural, is it?"

This time I chuckled, "No, sir, it is not and it very definitely would not have been true for me before I fell into the web of debauchery you three created for me. Although I think the previous booster might have helped me, this new booster has me anticipating how I might need to serve one of you next. With three of you, it gives me a lot to anticipate and anticipation is a mighty aphrodisiac."

He slipped a finger past my lips and curled into me. I closed my eyes and sighed at the entry of the digit, then gasped as another followed and stroked gently in and out, one of my legs now pressed into his and the other splayed out to provide as much access as he might want. When I reopened my eyes, I found his eyes flicking from my face to my shiny wet cunt his fingers teased.

He had that look on his face... that look a boy might have when caught with his hand in the cookie jar and crumbs on his lips. "It is still hard for me to reconcile such a beautiful, sexy, and enchanting woman is willingly here for my pleasure."

I leaned toward him and we passionately kissed. "But I am, sir. For the three of you." I blushed. "Three... how could I have anticipated feeling so dedicated to availing myself so enthusiastically to you all. To you and those two studs... God!..." I gasped and sighed as his thumb began lightly stroking my clit. "Oh, sir... that feels... so good... you spoil... me..."

His other hand moved across to untie the bow at my tits and my gown fell completely open. He began fondling a tit and nipple. "Well... you are worth spoiling. You have already given so much to us."

"Am I your slut, sir? I mean... I have experienced such wonderful things, already. And, I want more. That's not just things for me to experience, but I want to experience truly devoting myself to your pleasure... and Robert and James... to be challenged to avail myself for anything... ANYTHING... you desire me to perform. I don't know if I have felt anything so deeply."

He removed his fingers from my cunt and pulled me into his body. He kissed me passionately, his hands inside my loose gown stroking my body. When we broke the kiss, he gazed into my eyes, "You are my slut. You are our slut. Don't let those thoughts concern you. Just like you, we are adjusting to this situation evolving, it was something we were pleasantly surprised to discover. As you have already experienced things you wouldn't have believed, you will be given many more and some very challenging ones to expand your perceived limits." I hugged him while stroking the hard cock beneath the fabric of his slacks.

I led him into his bedroom, pulled the covers and top sheet down and carefully folded them at the foot of the bed to be easily retrieved later. I then moved back to him and slowly undressed him, kissing and licking exposed skin as it appeared. Sometimes, clothes are nearly ripped off for aggressive fucking; other times, a more intimate experience is called for. This was to be intimate.

He moved me through several positions from me bent over the edge of the bed to finally straddled over his body as we came to orgasm together. I was still lying on top of him, his softening cock comfortably inside me, my body on his, and my head on his chest. I softly kissed over his chest and up to his mouth, cheeks, and eyes while stretching forward, careful to clench my cunt around his cock to hold him inside.

He stroked my back and kissed the top of my head after I settle back onto his chest. "Do you suppose you can use your cunt to stimulate me hard, again?" I squeezed his cock with the walls of my saturated cunt. "And how did you learn that, my lovely slut?" I kissed his chest. He was making the effort to use those words Robert and James were pressing to have used to reinforce my role. 'Tits', 'cunt', and 'slut' were becoming commonly used.

"The guys have long had me doing Kegel exercises, having Ben Wa balls inserted while working, and holding slender dildos inside. I am pleased that these exercises have the desired effect for you, sir."

"They do, indeed. It brings to mind a subject I have been interested in discussing with you in your scientific role." I sat up to be able to look at him, my cunt still clenching, relaxing, and clenching on his cock. I felt a stirring inside, which brought a curling of the corners of my mouth and encouragement to succeed in getting him hard without using my mouth as would be usual. He explained to me his discussion with Robert while watching me with James, how my enthusiasm for fucking them with large cocks could affect the tightness of my cunt they so enjoy. He further explained the concern might be focused on when I am directed to pleasure other men who might not be so well endowed. I smiled and raised my hips and stroked along his cock with my cunt and he seemed to only then be aware that he was hardening. I also smiled that he seemed to mention so casually an intention of offering me to others. It sent a shiver of excitement through me.

"I am wondering, Dr. Trent", he smiled at the use of my professional title, "if it might be possible to develop a formulation to strengthen the elasticity of a woman's cunt. Does that make sense?"

I was now absently slowly fucking his cock with my cunt, using my muscles in response to considering the request. I never missed a stroke as my mind worked on the problem, somehow bringing the two distinct separate parts of my being to the front at the same time. But he said I would still have both existing inside me.

"I have recently read some new studies on the elasticity of the vagina, mostly around the recovery of the female body after child birth, but it would have correlation to this. I will need to dig much deeper into the studies, but it did suggest that multiple vaginal births influence a weakening of the vaginal structure."

He raised his hips off the bed to meet my motion, his cock now very hard. His hands found their way to my tits but our bodies and minds seemed to somehow be functioning on separate plains of consciousness, which subconsciously was amazing to me.

He pinched my nipples causing me to gasp and my cunt to spasm around his cock, indicating an approaching orgasm.

"If such was possible, it could have wider application even into the mainstream market. I admit my initial interest was selfish for personal gratification and the use of your body for special others."

I bent down, slamming my cunt over his rigid cock, kissing him hard. Pulling up and looking into his eyes with my own partially glazed by mounting orgasmic lust, "You intend to give my body to others." He nodded while watching my reaction. "These others might be for personal reasons... or business... associates... clients... whoever you decide?" He nodded. I threw my head back, my mouth opened into a cry, "OH FUCK... YESSSSSSS. I... am... whatever... you... need me... to... beeeeeeeeee."

I gently sucked his cock as he settled into deeper relaxation. This wasn't a cock sucking to stimulate him for yet another fuck. This was sucking his cock because I wanted him inside me somewhere. He was exhausted and needed his sleep... I was only providing some comfort. He was sound asleep and still hard as I sucked him. I wondered what his dreams might be...

The next morning, I was disappointed that Mr. W snuck out of bed allowing me to sleep. I jumped out of bed, freshened up slightly in the bathroom, searched for my heels and ran into my own room to brush my teeth. Slipping on my heels, again, I carefully rushed down to the kitchen. My three men were sitting at the table with coffee, pastry, and fruit. I went around the table kissing each of them on the mouth, their hands finding a swinging tit as I bent over to them. I loved that my tits were large for them, that they swung, hung, and bounced as I walked.

I had filled a mug with coffee when I heard Mr. W, "Stand right there, my dear, so we can see you." I turned toward them and parted my legs slightly. They liked to see between my parted legs, my inner lips frequently exposed by my persistent arousal. "We decided."

I looked at the three of them as they were clearing inspecting my cunt from where they sat. "Decided what, sir?"

"How your cunt should look. Mostly whether it should have hair on it or bald. Of course, we considered variations of how much hair, but we did decide."

Robert added, "Bald. I said it makes a woman seem more naked."

Mr. W nodded and added, "And, he's right, I believe. We also decided on laser treatments to make it permanent."

I stared at them. A feeling akin to being dizzy rushed over me and my moist cunt began drooling. I could feel the moisture leaking from my cunt lips. There was never a question for me about my ideas or preference, they only discussed among themselves what they desired. I was going to have laser treatments to remove the hair below my shoulders. I would be bald and smooth everywhere but my head. It was what they wanted, so it will be. I shivered. I turned around and somehow placed the mug back onto the counter. Somehow, because my mind was a blur, my emotions were racing, and my body seemed to have been stoked just from their impersonal comments. I stepped to the table, each of the men watching me curiously. I knelt onto the floor and crawled under the table. Rather than turning around once under it, I merely crawled to the man on the opposite side who happened to be James. I reached to the waist band of his boxers, I heard him gasp as he raised his hips off the chair, and I pulled them down and off his feet. I engulfed his hardening cock into my mouth. After only a few strokes to adequately wet it, I pushed firmly down taking it into my throat. It didn't take long for him to give his cum. I cleaned his cock of his cum and my saliva, then wiped my lips of stray cum as I moved to the side and Mr. W.

After finishing Robert and having three loads of cum in my stomach, I crawled back out from under the table. I gulped some of the lukewarm coffee, then topped it off before taking my chair at the table. I looked up at them shyly. "Whatever you think would be best, sirs." This is what I wanted and, if there was any question before, they understood that now, too. Within days I was scheduled for my first treatment of my underarms, cunt, and asshole areas. It would take a number of treatments I was told, but I would have the bald cunt they felt best for me.

Mr. W brought my attention back to them. "I have mentioned to the guys what you have been working on in the lab and also your next project. But, first, you have several projects active for females." I nodded. "Your reports and updates indicate you are making good progress." Even though my lab and my current work is considered by Mr. W to be 'off the books', there still has to be some corporate trail for high-level authorization and accounting of expenses, not to mention justification for our good salaries and company benefits. Of course, they receive benefits not attributable to the company.

"I am, sir." He asked for an update, as much for Robert and James' benefit as his. I was curious about that since they seldom had much interest in the scientific part of my life... except for the male enlargement project, that is.

I gave a quick rundown and felt decidedly uncomfortable being naked, but I remembered they also were now. I nearly had to shake the image of three large cocks hanging between their legs from my mind to continue. I had completed the equivalent of the male performance treatment but for females. That should have a similar potential of marketability with the caveat that in our society it is men who pursue such treatments more than women. The next one that I just finished, and was ready, concerned breast enlargement. It was an injection, one on each side of each breast. It worked in a similar principle as penis enlargement in that it stimulated natural tissue growth. Depending on the dosage used, the growth could be relatively predicted, though I shied away from saying it could be completely guaranteed. The marketability in my mind for it was huge. It eliminated any surgery, use of implants, and any of the potential complications from it. Plus, because the process created a natural, larger breast, meaning that it became firmer, felt completely natural, and involved limited discomfort.

I paused. Mr. W continued his gaze at me. The other projects were more my own curiosity and fantasy but he had never objected to my pursuit of them. I never thought they had any market value. Truthfully, I never decided that I could really take advantage of what they might give.

"Uhmmm... well...", he rolled his hand for me to get on with it, "well, I... these are curiosity ideas really..."

"Slut, did I not tell you to explain your projects?"

I flinched. 'Slut'. There it was. From Robert or James, I could easily expect it... but Mr. W... it sent a jolt through me of mixed reactions and emotions. I had disappointed him. I had not acted immediately. It also was one of the rules: without hesitation.

I looked down into my lap. There it was. My legs parted as they liked me even when they couldn't even see through the table. My inner lips peeking out, wet and ready. The strength of the way he said 'slut' reinforced how I had disappointed him but it also hit me how much the name affected me.

"I'm sorry, sir. Forgive me, there is no excuse for my hesitation, my reluctance to respond. I will do better." I glanced up. I saw Mr. W holding back his expression that he was pleased by my response, enjoying my discomfort. And I took his withholding to indicate that I needed to try harder. And, I would. "The other projects, sir, were derived from fantasizing how I might elicit more responsiveness from my body. You told me, sir, that seeing my orgasmic response to pleasure you, Robert, James, or anyone else brought more pleasure to you. I was thinking, perhaps, I could influence that... if it would add to your pleasure seeing me react that way. I hope that doesn't appear selfish on my part, sir."

He asked me to explain to the others. I explain contritely, besides the two I mentioned, I was working on a formulation based in part on the idea of enlargement, but with a significant twist that minimized the enlargement of tissue and focused on increasing sensitivity. Mr. W gave me another look. I was not being specific. I took a breath and gathered my thoughts and decided there really wasn't a delicate way to clarify it.

"I was focusing on the nipples and the clitoris. I was curious about a little increase in size but mostly to increase how sensitive they would react to stimulation, teasing, or... abuse." I had three pair of eyes watching me intently. "The clitoris is more intriguing than most can imagine. You are probably only familiar with the clitoris on the exterior at the top of the cunt under the hood. It becomes enlarged and pokes out from the hood during arousal. Inside, though, is much more. The Crura is an internal part of what we see on the outside. It is shaped like a wishbone inside and the junction of the wishbone is what we know as the clit. The clit has no apparent purpose other than providing pleasure. Now, the g-spot... there has been a lot of debate and controversy about it: does it exist or not, if it does where is it?" The guys were smiling, trying for discrete but not succeeding very well. Yes, I was into it now. This was why it interested me so much. "The internal clitoris, the wishbone shape inside, is integral to intercourse. If I put something inside me... your cocks are very nice... and the stimulation, the resulting orgasm is likely more a function of stimulating the internal clitoris than rubbing against the walls of the vagina. The g-spot could likely be just the concentration of nerves at the junction of the two Crura legs and the clitoris coming from the outside. Now", I look at them intently, "imagine you enlarge the entire wishbone slightly and increase its sensitivity."