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Ori lie strapped to the table. On the opposite side of the room, Via stood in profile, perusing her shelves and selecting items that Ori had yet to experience.

The tone of this visit was different than the previous ones. Via's lab coat was unbuttoned at the top far past professionalism; the coat's collar fell slack past her collarbones, so loose that the outskirts of her softly glowing nipples—that same mesmerizing hue as the rattle at her tail tip—were visible. She was showing off to Ori—showing her what she could have but had been out of her reach all her life.

Via set a fear-prickling array of items on her tray—IV bags containing a viscous substance and IV catheters and lines and to go along with them. She wrapped her tail around the tray and slithered back to Ori's side.

“Are you ready?" she asked in a purr.

Ori squirmed, heart already racing.

“Yes…Mistress."

“Good girl."

Ori's heartbeat pulsed in her ears. Her mistress slid her gloved hands over Ori's chest, palpating around her nipples. It was medical, as Via's exams typically were, and brief; there wasn't much to examine. But, before she withdrew entirely, Via rubbed her thumbs over Ori's hard nipples. Ori shuddered on the edge of being embarrassed that such little stimulation made her ache for more. The plugs lodged in her urethra, bladder, pussy, and womb weren't tempering her desire.

Via tore the packaging open on an alcohol prep pad and briefly cleaned Ori's nipples. The alcohol chilled her skin and her flushed nipples, drawing an impatient whine from her that made a little smile touch Via's serpentine lips. She selected a small-gauge IV catheter by touch, unwrapped it while ensuring sterility, and took a gloved hand to one of Ori's nipples.

“You'll feel a pinch," Via warned.

Ori whined an okay and braced for it.

Via set the tip of the needle against the center of Ori's nipple and slowly advanced it. It was a sharp flash of pain that didn't subside like she expected with the usual medical IV. Even when Via held the base of the catheter in place and slipped out the needle, Ori's breast throbbed with the tube rubbing her insides that should never be touched.

Via opened the wings on the device and used them to tape the catheter to Ori's breast below her nipple.

“One more."

Via catheterized the other nipple and Ori winced.

While Ori tried to adjust to the tubes lodged inside her, Via prepared the IV bags on her table, making sure the lines were flushed and free of air. She then took a syringe filled with clear fluid.

“This is to make sure we can proceed," Via said as she screwed catheter tubing into the cannula taped against Ori's chest. “This is saline." She followed by attaching a fluid-filled syringe to the tubing. Via pushed the plunger gently

The fluid was icy cold. Ori yelped and Via paused.

“Are you all right?"

“Yes," Ori stammered. “It just feels cold."

Via smiled; it soothed Ori instantly. “That will subside."

Via disconnected the syringe, taped the catheter just below Ori's breast with a strip of tape, then moved on to her other side. She repeated the process there; another prickle of cold trickled through Ori's hot nipples. Via slithered a few meters to the side and dragged over two IV racks. One she placed on Ori's left, and the other, her right. On each side she hung an IV bag filled with a fluid distinct from what the syringes had contained, then briefly opened the lines to rid them of air. She then connected each line to the catheter and lines taped to Ori's chest.

“I'm going to open the lines, all right?"

“Okay."

Via opened the valves for each line and that flash of cold tingled into Ori's small chest. At first it was bitter cold, like bare fingertips in the snow, but the sensation abruptly switched from ice cold to burning hot. It was like there was a small fire inside of her, burning just beneath her nipples, that made her squirm against her bindings and whimper.

“Good girl," Via praised. “You're all right." She rested her gloved hands on Ori's sides and slid them slowly—intimately—up her ribs.

The touch was simple, but Ori's skin shivered under it. Via's hands slid up further, inward, cupping Ori's small breasts. Ori lie panting as Via delicately massaged her chest with what was much more than a doctor's touch. Her kneading hands worked the heat building behind Ori's nipples throughout her breasts, setting each part of her chest ablaze. Gasping for breath, Ori looked to her side at the IV bag, which seemed to have barely drained at all.

Ori lost track of time. Abstract thoughts like those she had when on the edge of sleep swam through her fuzzy head. Every knead and press of Via's hands sent a shiver of pleasure through Ori's chest as that heat pulsated until every part of her breasts, inside and out, was so sensitive to the touch that Via's massage was overwhelming.

“Good girl," Via said again while she removed her hands from Ori's chest.

Ori hazily looked at the IV bag suspended above her side. The fluid level was notably lower. Ori glanced down her chest and her breath caught in excitement. Her once flat chest had expanded under the influence of the fluid. Ori now had visible breasts, just enough that she might be able to cup them. Her bindings prevented her from exploring her new assets.

Via pulled the tape off the catheter in Ori's right breast, then slid the tubing out. Ori whimpered. It was like having a splinter pulled out—simultaneously painful and a relief. Fluid followed the catheter out, beading at the tip of Ori's nipple. Via freed Ori's other breast from the line.

She lost track of whatever Via was doing in the background. Her now larger breasts burned inside, pain on the edge of unbearable. But there was something else there—something that forced Ori to shiver and whine in an expression of something that wasn't pain. Ori's senses were too clouded to determine if the secondary sensation was pleasure, but whatever it was, Ori liked it. She whined again, clenching her lower body against the plugs lodged in her in desperate attempt to get more sensation. Her g-spot, trapped between the plug in her urethra and pussy, throbbed with need. Her lust dribbled down onto her flicking tail.

“Excited?" Via asked.

Ori nodded rapidly, then gave verbal confirmation.

“Perfect." Via placed her gloved hands on Ori's chest again; Ori arched into the touch as much as her bindings would allow. The fluid trickled down Ori's breasts and dampened her fur. It was cold on the outside of her body despite the warmth in her breasts and her own body heat.

Via massaged Ori's breasts from bottom to top in a smooth motion. A spurt of fluid escaped Ori's nipples, followed by another when Via gently squeezed. The fluid exiting Ori was a new sensation—little jolts of not-pain but not-pleasure that still tingled in a way that made Ori's pussy throb. A long moan escaped her throat before she realized she was making a sound.

Via continued to press, and squeeze, and grope, and every little movement made Ori's nipples spurt a small amount of the fluid that had drained into her engorged breasts. By the time her nipples had stopped leaking, Ori was a panting mess unsure if she was on the edge of orgasming or not.

Via pressed the tips of her index fingers to Ori's nipples. Something was unusual. The pads of Via's fingertips pressed down into her nipples as though there was a dip, or an—an opening. Ori keened in need. She both did and didn't know what was happening. The part of her that had made all the requests and signed all the paperwork knew, but her current self was in a haze of sensations she couldn't describe and those memories were inaccessible.

Via pulled her fingertips away and Ori looked down at her chest, panting. Where the catheters had been removed, there were visible openings in Ori's nipples. Need pulsed through her—the need to be stimulated and to have those new holes filled as her others were.

“Are you ready?"

Ori nodded before she even saw what Via was about to do. After a pause, she whimpered a yes.

“Perfect."

Via had a set of glistening-wet dilators similar to the metal rods Ori was accustomed to using on her newly flexible urethra. The two held between Via's fingers were about the width of one of Ori's slim fingers.

Ori trembled in excitement as Via pressed the metal to her nipples. After a moment of resistance, the tip of the dilator slipped inside. It stung. Burned. But it made Ori's lust surge as Via molded her breasts into yet more holes to be filled and stretched.

For a moment, Via left the dilators. Ori couldn't have guessed how long that moment was. Her head was too busy swimming around abstract pleasured thoughts and she was caught up in every part of her body from ears to toes. Even the slick feeling of her own wetness on her tail was erotic.

Via slid out the dilators and Ori felt like she was on the edge of coming, but was unable to get there. While Ori panted, Via slid in another set of dilators a third bigger than the first. The dilators were replaced over and over a number of times Ori was too delirious to count. By the time Via finished, Ori could have easily slipped two of her fingers into her gaping nipples.

“Are you ready for more?"

Ori whined another yes.

Via bent to access the pump under the table Ori lay strapped to and began to set up a contraption that seemed like it should require sight to operate. Try as she might, Ori couldn't focus on what the serpent was doing. There were more hoses and IV bags at the corners of her vision along with a few other small connectors that eventually made their way into the final setup.

Ori snapped back into focus when Via pressed a rubber plug—thinner than the last dilator—to the tip of one of her nipples. She advanced it until it was fully seated in Ori's heaving, burning chest, and before Ori could recover, she slid another one into the other nipple. What little lucidity Ori had managed to wrangle slipped away.

After a click, the pump beneath Ori activated and the plugs began to inflate. Via rested both hands on Ori's chest—Ori wanted more of that massaging so bad it made her pussy throb—and kept her fingers on top of Ori's breasts and nipples. A panting Ori struggled against the increasing tightness of her breasts as her chest struggled to accommodate the plugs

When it finally became too overwhelming, Ori let out a keen whimper and Via briefly removed one hand to turn off the air compressor. Via spread her fingers and took Ori's nipples between them, probing and testing.

“Good."

Via removed her hands. The IV lines and bags in Ori's peripheral vision came into play as Via attached them with a series of splits and connectors to the plugs lodged in Ori's breasts. Via connected a syringe to one of the lines and drew back the plunger. It felt like the contraption was trying to pull her nipples inside-out.

Via flipped two more switches and the IV bags began to visibly drain.

Ori let out a keen whine, but soon managed to muffle her complaints. The IV fluid still burned the insides of her breasts, but the sensation was quickly tamped down and her mind was swimming again. The speed of infusion was faster than last time. Ori couldn't have said how it was being pumped into her, but as she lay there watching one of the bags, mind foggy, its level slowly went down like drinking a beverage through a coffee straw.

Her breasts felt swollen, and when Ori looked down her chest, she could see that they were swollen, far more than they had been minutes (or had it been hours?) before. Her breasts were feverishly warm, and she wondered if they'd feel that same way beneath her hands.

The IV bags drained fully and Ori's breasts weighed heavy on her chest. Whimpers and moans escaped her throat with every breath as her nipples throbbed around the plugs and the weight of her breasts elicited tingles of satisfaction.

“Good girl." Via flipped the valves to drain the air from the plugs and they slowly hissed down to their original size. Via popped them out easily and snatched another moan from Ori.

Via set her hands on Ori's chest again and Ori looked down. The sight made her pussy throb.

Her breasts, steadily leaking that fluid from her now slack nipples, were more than Ori could fit in her small hands. They fit in Via's perfectly, though. Via cupped them, keeping Ori's nipples between her middle and ring fingers. She squeezed a burst of fluid from Ori's nipples and a wave of stomach-churning pleasure and pain made Ori's entire body tremble. Via squeezed again, and this time the nausea shifted into a sensation more akin to pleasure.

Via massaged Ori's breasts. With every knead, squeeze, press, and push, fluid exited Ori's body in squirts that became weaker and weaker, until with a pinch of Ori's nipples—her clit ached to be touched—one last bit of fluid overflowed onto her chest. Via slipped two fingers in her nipples and Ori felt the intense welling up of an orgasm, but it never came.

“What a good girl," Via praised as she slid her fingers out and then undid Ori's bindings. “You did very well today."

Ori, still trembling, sat up. Her newly endowed chest almost made her topple forward, but she caught herself and managed to sit up straight. Her breasts were so heavy, and when she slid her hands underneath, she could feel the weight. She slid her hands up, fingers traveling through her cleavage, around the top of her breasts, down past her nipples, and back to the underside. Her nipples were still so slack, and she easily slid three fingers in.

“How does it feel to finally have breasts?"

Ori tried to speak but was tongue-tied. Her breasts felt like more than her small body could carry, even though they were a large C-cup at most. This was exactly what she'd wanted.

“Come on. Let's get you into the recovery room," Via purred. Ori ached for her touch.

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Ori didn't know how she got into the recovery room, only that she was suddenly under a steaming shower that washed away the remnants of the fluid coating her chests and sides—and her own wetness that had drenched her thighs and the base of her tail. The desire to play with her new body in the shower was almost overwhelming, but she knew she'd have unlimited time at home to explore.

Ori stepped out of the shower, towel-dried and blow-dried to make herself presentable, then tottered out into the main area of the recovery room where a nice mug of tea was waiting for her. As she slumped back in a chair, sipping the honeyed, warm drink, the remnants of fogginess in her head began to fade away and she regained her senses.

Ori set down the empty mug, stood on still-shaky legs, and made her way out of the recovery room and out of the office.

She couldn't wait to get home.

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The moment Ori got on her bed she swapped her maintenance plugs for something larger. She lay against her headboard with a collection of toys at her side to choose from. A toy larger around than her thigh slid into her pussy, bumping and then pushing past her cervix until her womb was so stretched she could see the bulge in her belly. She slid a toy about wrist-width into her urethra, nudging the wall of her bladder, and sat up, knees spread and pussy pressed against the bed to keep the toys from slipping out too soon.

That was just the warmup. The real play began with her breasts. Ori cupped them, squeezed her swollen chest, and, after a pause, slipped an index finger into each nipple. The interior felt like nothing she'd ever touched before—firm, yet soft, and with a slightly bumpy texture. Arousal flushed her already leaking-wet pussy.

What would it feel like for somebody to fuck her nipples? She slid in another finger and spread them to test her limit. Her eyes shifted to the toys beside her as she added a third finger to each nipple. What was the largest one that would fit? She ached for the orgasm that was so close when she was with Via but had also seemed so far out of reach. She'd be able to get there now.

Ori slipped her fingers out and lubed up a stubby, knotted toy that was as wide as those three fingers. She pressed it to the tip of her nipple, and with a firm push, the head popped in.

The sensation was overwhelming. Ori's entire body trembled and her pussy pulsed around the toys inside her. Having a toy in her nipples while she wasn't under the effects of the fluid that had been pumped into her was a sensation more intense than she was prepared for. It felt simultaneously like her nipples were being pinched and massaged, with the additional feeling directly inside being indescribable. It was more comparable to having something in her throat than in any of her other holes, but the fullness and tightness felt like a toy stretching the entrance of her needy pussy.

Ori lifted up off the bed, sliding the toys a few centimeters out, and then sat back down to press them deep. She bit the inside of her cheek, bearing with the pleasure, while she pressed the toy in her nipple until the knot popped in and locked it in place. Ori rocked against her bed with a moan, eking out pleasure while simultaneously trying not to come.

To test the knot, Ori tugged on the toy's base gently. It didn't budge—the pull just made her other breast ache for the stimulation it was thus far denied. Panting, Ori found a similar toy and slid it into her other nipple.

Her chest throbbed. She pinched her nipples around the toys' base—Ori yelped from the sensitivity—and felt the solidness of the toys inside them. With her fingers, Ori traced a line around both breasts where the knots of the toys were. She was so full. The toys were so deep—so much deeper than anything in her breasts should be.

She rose and sat back down on the toys again. Every little bit of sliding made her ache for more—to ride her toys hard and hit her climax as soon as possible—but she resisted. She rode the toys slowly while her fingertips massaged and pinched her stuffed nipples.

Ori popped the toys in her nipples out one after another—each pop wracked her frame with pleasure—and slid her fingers into the warm, wet insides. She spread her fingers as wide as possible, stretching the blue flesh until it was at its limit and pressing further might be unadvised. She thrust them in, twirling and fanning her fingers in a pattern while she ground against the toys underneath her. She picked up the knotted toy again and slid it into her nipple until it popped in. She wasn't done there, though.

Ori gently pulled the toy until the knot popped out, then pressed it back in until her nipple was knotted. The more she played with her chest, the more the sensation shifted. Panting, she jerked the knot out and pressed it in again, and again, thrusting the toy into her breast while she simultaneously ground against the toys stuffing her lower holes.

That familiar tingle en route to climax started to build within her nipple. The toy filling it over and over drew her close to the edge, but one she couldn't jump from. No matter how she penetrated her nipple—no matter how good it felt or how much it made her pussy ache—that feeling didn't build up into something tangible.

Aching with need, Ori knotted her nipple a final time and turned her attention to the other breast. She retrieved the toy that had been lodged in that one and knotted it again with one motion. It was just as good as it had been on the other side—the fullness, the heat. Still, no matter how she massaged her chest or what way she fucked her nipple, that pleasure quivered on the edge of orgasm that she couldn't achieve.

Whimpering, Ori sat up on her knees—the toys slipped out of her a bit—and then spread her legs and fell back onto the bed again to take the toys inside in one swift movement. Every bit of her stuffed body throbbed—pussy, urethra, bladder, womb, nipples.

She was almost there. Ori grabbed one of the pillows behind her, rose on her knees, and stuffed the pillow between her legs. They held the toys inside her as she ground against them, clit wet against her pillowcase and slicking it more with every grind and hump.

Ori moved viciously against her pillow, desperate for release as she massaged and squeezed her breasts, feeling the firmness of the toys lodged inside them that rubbed against her remodeled insides. That desperate tingling and pulsing finally started to build until all she could focus on were the sensations in her stuffed holes, the slick silk pillowcase against her clit, the sound of her heartbeat in her own ears.

The buildup had been slow, but the orgasm hit hard. Ori yowled like a cat in heat as her hips bucked without warning. Her whole body tensed and clenched around the toys stuffing her, urethra trembling as the toy lodged inside it battled to hold back the result of her intense climax. When she finally stopped shaking and her joints finally slouched, a trickle of squirt made its way past the plug in her peehole and joined the combination of lube and her own lust coating the pillow beneath. Her breasts lay against her, heavy with the toys locked inside.

Ori examined her chest, tracing her fingertips along the outskirts of her stretched nipples. They were as pleasure-sensitive as her post-orgasm clit; a gentle touch made her flinch from the overstimulation.

Gasping for breath, she popped the toys out of her nipples and relearned their insides were even more sensitive than the outsides. Shivering, she set the toys aside and examined how widely her soft flesh gaped, wanting just a little more.

Ori had time for it.