Roxanne (The Extreme Body Mod Clinic)

Chapter 5

City tour

The next day the doctor agreed to Roxanne to take a tour of the city.

She dressed in a provocative tight-fitting mini skirt, made of black leather that reached her mid-thigh, underneath she wore leather briefs with golden studs and a black rubber garter belt to which the black sheer stockings were attached.

The skirt just came to cover the socks and as it moved up it showed the edge. She wore a candy pink silk shirt, under which her breasts bounced without a bra. The outline of the gold rings could be seen under the blouse.

With a gilded metal link belt she hugged her hips and hooked it on her back. She chose black high-heeled ankle boots that reached her ankle. He wore a black bob-cut wig, which he fixed on his bald skull with a slightly adhesive veil of mastic. He didn't want to risk losing her with a gust of wind.

She made up herself with care, she wanted to be admired by the people she would meet. He lengthened his eyelashes with rimmel, with the black pencil he drew the outline of the eyes, a violet eyeshadow on the eyelids. A blush of blush was applied to her cheeks and a puff of face powder, a pink lipstick made her lips inviting.

I admired the result in the mirror, she saw herself as beautiful, all that remained was to verify the interest she aroused in the males.

The doctor opened one of the cars of the villa, a white Golf cabriolet, and with it he went to the city center. He left the car in a paid parking lot and started on foot in the main street, where the best shops were.

The caretaker of the parking lot, with his eyes out of his orbits, looked at her with lubricious interest.

The thoughts that passed through his head could be read on his face, only the drool was missing from his mouth. She was undressing her with her mind, and Roxanne thought she was naked in front of him.

The feeling was pleasant, it was nice to feel admired.

Who knows what the man would have reacted if he had known that the creature in front of him had been a boy until a few days before. He turned his back on him and flinched.

When he was a boy, Roxanne dressed as a woman only in the evening, to go looking for customers, during the day he wore men's clothes. Only once had he tried to dress up and go to town. The experience was tragic, those who knew him mocked and mocked him, even though many of the so-called "well-considered" had been his clients on several occasions.

The hypocrisy of those people had embittered him and from that time he came out only in men's clothes.

The people she met now on the street showed no sign of recognition but in return all the males turned to look at her. The wives or girlfriends with an envious and somewhat annoyed expression dragged them elsewhere, some rushed into the nearest shop, following behind their husband, dazed by the sight of Roxanne. She felt that it was not only her clothing that attracted men, an indefinable sexual appeal seemed to radiate from her.

Then he remembered that Valentine told him that the doctor had inserted pheromone-producing glands into his body, the sex hormones used as a booster for the opposite sex.

Even if on a conscious level the smells were not noticeable, its passage produced on the males a strong sexual arousal.

He sat at an outside table in the most "chic" bar in the city.

She was immediately approached by the waiter, a thirty-year-old young man whom he knew well.

Even the young man showed no sign of recognizing her, his gaze was on the opening of the blouse from which exuberant breasts could be glimpsed.

He had to draw the waiter's attention in order to order a coffee.

As she drank, she noticed that the waiter was staring at her from behind the counter with a dreamy air.

He got up and started hurriedly towards the toilets, passing in front of the waiter looked at him with an accomplice air and winked at him. He entered the women's toilet.

Immediately after the door he opened and the waiter entered. There was a noticeable bulge on his pants.

Without speaking, Roxanne unzipped it and searched in the opening where I found the penis already in erection.

The young man seemed frozen, he remained motionless looking at her with a congested face and shiny eyes. Roxanne bent over her knees letting her skirt uncover the studded stockings and panties and took the hard penis with veins in relief on her purple skin in her mouth.

As he licked it, he unfastened his belt and lowered his pants and underpants.

With one hand she stroked his testicles, shaking them and pulling them gently, with the other he went in search of his anus. When his finger met the wrinkled rosette of meat, he began to penetrate it delicately. The young man instinctively tried to tighten his buttocks to prevent it, but then, after Roxanne's insistence, he relaxed and let her do it.

With skilful licking he well lubricated the man's penis, and when he was well polished with saliva he pushed his head towards him and sucked him into his throat.

The thickness of the penis was a little above average and Roxanne struggled to swallow it completely. The meat stick went through her mouth and went down her throat. Her lips touched the root of the penis and left traces of lipstick on her testicles.

The finger inserted in the anus was now completely inside and explored the inside of the sphincter in circular motion. The young man moaned in the grip of the most intense pleasure he had ever experienced, with his eyes wide and rolling. Roxanne made a back-and-forth movement to the head causing the penis to enter and exit his throat. The waiter exploded into an impressive orgasm.

The penis began to pulsate faster and faster and in the end a stream of white and creamy semen flooded the mouth of Roxanne who swallowed it with taste. She was used to swallowing sperm and over time she had learned to appreciate its salty and sticky taste.

With his tongue he wiped the penis from the residual semen and removed the still stuck finger of his ass.

The waiter was destroyed, he was sweaty and red in the face, he leaned against the door because he was struggling and to remain standing. He was panting painfully. His penis was slowly drowning. Roxanne calmly adjusted her skirt and shirt, washed her hands, checked her makeup and refreshed her lipstick.

Then, without a word, she kissed the young man and smiled at him, opened the door and left.

She was very satisfied with the effects she had on men and no one had recognized her.

He returned to the villa in time for lunch.

This time she was not invited by the doctor and went down to the underground clinic, where the staff dining room existed. Only three people were in the room at the time, one of them was Valentine.

He saw her with the tray in her hand as she was about to get some food at the self service and approached her.

He wore a white coat and pink socks, on his feet he wore shoes with not too high heels according to the clinic standard, only 10 centimeters. Under his lab coat he wore a strange dark and opaque bra, which contained entirely the breasts. The nurse had a sad and downcast expression. It could be seen on her face that was terribly felt by the doctor's punishment.

He greeted Roxanne with a faint smile and they sat down together at one of the tables. On his arms he still had the marks left by the ropes.

- The doctor was very strict with me, he left me hanging on my breasts until this morning. I thought I was going crazy with pain, there was nothing I could do to alleviate it and I couldn't even scream.

I spent the night turning slowly on myself, with the ropes cutting my breasts. Time never passed. Although my skin was much more elastic than normal, torture ruined my tits.

This morning when they freed me they no longer resumed their original shape and remained elongated, excessive traction uncorked the internal tissues and the fibers were torn.

As he spoke, they unbuttoned their shirts and unhooked their bra without worrying too much about the other people present.

Long irregular appendages fell on his thighs. There was nothing left of Valentine's beautiful breasts but long deformed growths attached to her torso.

On the ends there were hemispherical globes of flesh with nipples on the front, from which hung the gold rings that pierced them.

At the base of the battered breasts there were the marks left by the ropes, the deep purple grooves. They were joined to the bust with two strips of skin as thin as the wrist, with a wrinkled appearance and pockmarked by stretch marks. The surface was streaked with red scars where the skin tissue had uncorked.

Valentine, seeing the state of her breasts, began to cry.

He took hold of the end of the breast that was resting on his thigh and gently caressed it.

- The doctor said not to worry, soon he will rebuild it to me more beautiful than before. But I'm terribly sorry, "he said between sobs.

He wrapped the long leather appendages around what was left of the breasts and inserted them into the rigid cups of the strange bra. When she fastened it, her breasts looked normal.

They went to their rooms.

Roxanne noted that even with normal-heeled shoes the woman walked while she was swinging, asked her the reason and Valentine explained that she was wearing even larger prostheses in the vagina and anus than those of the day before.

The experiment was still in progress and the doctor, to accelerate the expansion of his cavities, had inserted huge sized rubber eggs, forbidding her to remove them.

Valentine opened her lab coat and showed Roxanne a metal plaque that covered her private parts.

It looked like one of the ancient chastity belts used in the Middle Ages, except that it was hooked with padlocks to the rings inserted under the skin of Valentine's hips.

If she tried to take it off on her own, she would have peeled off her skin.

A catheter inserted on the front was used to urinate and a flexible tube coming out of the anal egg allowed her to defecate. Caps closed the tubes.

Roxanne looked at Valentine's swollen belly and said it looked like a pregnant woman's.

- it's the least it seems, - replied the woman,

- the egg that I carry in my belly is bigger than a basketball!

They arrived at Valentine's room and the woman invited Roxanne to enter.

The room was almost identical to Roxanne's, it had the same furniture and layout.

Valentine took off his coat, shoes and socks.

As her bra unfastened, her breasts unrolled and fell inert along her torso.

While in the small bathroom, he took a short shower, then took a dark plastic container, connected the tubes that hung from the metal belt and emptied himself of his physiological liquids.

He lay down on the bare bed, apart from the metal plate that covered his pubes, and massaged his bulging and protruding belly.

The long breasts fell to the side and rested on the mattress, between the trunk and the arms.

By the time Roxanne left the room, Valentine was already asleep.