Number Six Ch. 10

David wearily rubbed his eyes as Nurse Bella entered his prison cell. So he tried to think of it, at least, but the sheer comfort and the endless exhaustion it alleviated made it hard to do so. 

“Hello David. You have something special planned for you.” She said sweetly, bending double to look down into his face with that same kindly but slightly sad look she had for him now. 

“More time with Doctor Amme…” he murmured, feeling his stomach groan at the thought of another day of endless breastfeeding and milking sessions. 

“No, actually today Doctor Valnurana has something else in mind for you.” She said, straightening his sheets as she helped him to his feet. 

David swallowed nervously, wondering what fresh torment she had in store. 

“You have a visitor.” She said at last, answering the question the boy had been too nervous to ask. 

“A… visitor.” He repeated, as if he didn’t know the meaning of the word. 

“Yes, sweet boy. Someone’s here to see you. Let’s get you dressed.”

Having long since been domesticated to an approximation of obedience, at least when it came to being dressed in the silken trappings they forced him to wear, he put up no fuss. He knew full well that even the slightest sign of reluctance on his part would at best be met with saccharine coddling babytalk or, at worst, the nurses concluding he was too full of energy and needing to be drained of it - one way or another. 

Even so, he was so shocked by her words he was practically stunned, barely registering what was happening as she changed one equally infantile set of garments for another. A visitor? Surely she was joking, right? This had to be a trick. Some way to wrongfoot him. But then why would she lie? The doctors and nurses twisted his words, sure, and he had long since stopped believing their benevolent intentions, but they had no reason to lie to him. 

“Who?” He asked a few minutes later as Nurse Bella escorted him down the hall. 

“Oh don’t worry sweetie, it’ll be a lovely surprise. I wouldn’t want to spoil it.”

 
David frowned. He was fairly certain he knew who it would be. His mother had probably arrived to condescendingly gloat, to tell him she had been right all along and he should have listened to her in the first place. 

Of course that’s not how she’d perform her grief. She’d feign how distraught she had been, no doubt. She would play the same role she always had, that of the faultless but utterly vapid and absent mother. 

As Nurse Bella opened the door ahead of them, he braced himself to see the towering form of his mother. 

Yet he froze in astonishment when his lifelong childhood friend Alice stood up from her chair to greet him with a smile that somehow cut through the endless torments he’d been through. She seemed so happy to see him, but a deep sorrow was evident in her eyes. 

“Hey David.”

Nurse Bella released David’s hand and patted him gently on the shoulder. 

“I’ll leave you two alone, but I’m right outside the door if you need me.”

With that, David stared at the door as it closed behind Nurse Bella. For a while David wasn’t sure his dreams had ended, until he felt the very real touch of Alice’s hand on his. 

“David?”

He jumped at the touch. Alice held firm to his hand, though, and would not let go. 

“I’ve been so worried about you David.”

Alice looked beautiful. She always did. 

“Do you remember me?” She asked, worried. 

When he finally met her gaze, he saw the hurt in her eyes, and it was more than he could bear. It broke him. He collapsed into her arms and cried. He cried in a way he hadn’t since he was a child. He just wept and wept. 

Alice just held him, comforting him. “It’s okay,” she said again and again, “it’s okay.” 

His tears soaked into her soft cotton down, but she just held him to her shoulder. She was a reminder of a world outside of this place. He had no idea how long it had been, only knowing that it had been far too long. 

When his tears finally dried, when his sobs became silent, and he was just shivering against her, she simply held him there for a while. 

“When I heard what had happened David, I was so worried for you. I asked your mom how I could contact you but… they said you couldn’t be seen. This is the first time they let us visit.”

“Is my mother here?” David asked, barely able to give voice to his words, mumbling into Alice’s shoulder. 

“Yes. She’s talking to your doctor. The one from the TV advert. Doctor…”

“Doctor Valnurana.” David answered for her, shivering bodily as he spoke her name. 

“Yeah, her.”

They were quiet for a while. 

“David I can’t begin to imagine what it’s been like. I know this isn’t what you wanted. I’m here for a reason, though. I want to help you.”

David was numb, not sure what to say. 

“They won’t let me leave.”

“Not until you are better, David. Not until you’re well. I want to help you.”

She took his hand and he felt something rough and dry crinkling against his hand. Panic flooded through him as he realised what she was doing. 

“Doctor Valnurana said they’re treating you as a very serious case. If you want to leave you’re going to have to listen to what I say, okay?”

Alice gave him a very pointed look, squeezing his hand around the note she had slipped him. 

“I want to help you. We both want you to be able to leave here a happy and healthy boy. We both know that means you have to go through what all boys your age do. So… I want to help you leave here.”

She had obviously chosen her words carefully. Despite his exhaustion, David heard the meaning behind them. 

“I’m so happy I got to see you.” Alice grinned, and David knew she meant it. 

“Me too.” He said softly, his voice cracking. 

“I thought… I hoped someday that… well, I hoped we could maybe be more than just friends.” 

David felt his heart leap into his throat. Was she saying what he thought she was? 

“You… um…” David was stunned. “What do you…”

“You know exactly what I mean.” Alice said softly, and pulled David into a gentle but passionate kiss. 

His eyes fluttered as her soft lips encompassed his. That was his first kiss. Suddenly he felt miles away, no longer trapped in that insipid silken prison. Suddenly he felt the dying embers of himself within flare for just a moment. 

To go from his daily sexual torment in this faux-hospital to hearing his lifelong friend professing her love for him was simply more than his overtaxed mind could handle. It didn’t feel real. Nothing did. 

“I want to help you leave here as soon as possible. But the only way you can do that is to do as you’re told.” Alice spoke steadily and evenly, holding his chin as she did so. 

David nodded, his eyes widening in recognition. 

“Your mother is here too.” She said, with far less enthusiasm. “They wanted to let me speak to you first, though.”

“Thank you, Alice.” David whispered, squeezing her hand with what little strength he had left. 

“You should be grateful to her,” his mother intoned from the doorway, “she’s been ever so worried about you David. If it hadn’t been for her constant requests I doubt Doctor Valnurana would have let us come see you.”

Both David and Alice grimaced as her overbearing presence figuratively and quite literally began to cast a shadow over them, the sole light beaming down from above allowing her massive bulk to darken most of the room as it swallowed both of them in shade. 

“Stay strong, David, and I know soon you’ll be out of here.” Alice spoke softly, squeezing his hand one last time. 

“As soon as Doctor Valnurana thinks he’s ready.” His mother corrected, and David saw that she had brought a glass of wine with her even here, her fingers delicately cradling the goblet as she swirled its contents lazily around. 

“Of course.” Alice smiled, though now David saw behind that smile something beyond simple acquiescence. A firm set jaw spoke to the determination which had managed to secure his friend an audience with an erstwhile prisoner to the lecherous system which had entrapped him from the moment his mother had dialed the phone, and perhaps since long before he could have even concieved of his predicament. 

The pair soon began to speak as if David weren’t even there. As if he, their reason for visit, was but an incidental bystander to their conversation. They discussed the mundanities of life, the latest in vapid television ongoings and the empty social happenings of his mother’s friend group, as Alice chimed in with what some of their old mutual school acquaintances had been doing. Not that David had kept much in touch with any outside of Alice, isolated as he had been in their home. Indeed, albeit more overt, David could see now that this hospital and his home had been quite similar in design and purpose. 

He knew he had been doomed from the start. If not for Alice’s veiled promise, he would have had no hope left at all. 

****

David was quite confused, at first. He wasn’t sure when he’d woken up. He wasn’t sure when he’d gotten here. Part of him wasn’t even sure what was real anymore. Everything seemed to flow together. Was he dreaming? His dreams had become so difficult to discern from the real world, and the real world had become so dreamlike. It was hard to tell them apart. 

“Are you listening, David?” 

Doctor Valnurana had one arm wrapped over his shoulder, her fingers gently playing with his chest at her whim. She pinched his nipple ever so slightly as if to get his attention. 

“Ah-!” He moaned, barely registering the shame he would have felt not so long ago at so wantonly responding to her touch. “Yes…”

“Good. Your subconscious will hear what I’m saying whether you want it to or not, but I do like my boys to pay attention when I’m talking. Although in a few moments I doubt you’ll have a problem paying attention…”

She giggled at some joke he didn’t get, but the nurses around smiled at her words. 

The interior of the room he was in resembled something more akin to a movie theatre than a hospital room. Indeed, rows and rows of seats stretching up into the balcony behind him spoke to that very idea. This room was not, as so many others were, coloured entirely in pastels. Instead harsh crimson curtains hung atop a small stage stretching along the entirety of one wall, and every other surface was black. 

Yet what got his attention was the chair he found himself seated in at the front of the auditorium, and the variety of medical equipment around it. He barely had to twitch his limbs to realise his entire body was strapped firmly down, no part of him able to move even slightly. 

“This is our facility for carrying out Readjustment Treatment. It’s reserved for patients who struggle with…” she looked up to Nurse Bella with a wry smile for a moment, “seeing things as they are.”

Nervously, David looked up at Nurse Bella, vainly hoping she would save him from whatever they had planned, but she merely nodded to him reassuringly. 

Doctor Valnurana stood directly in front of him as they worked, ensuring he got a perfect view of her utterly entrancing body. Once they were done, she bent over to bring her eyes level with his. He knew the depths of those inky pools, no matter how deep, contained not a shred of mercy. She was ruthless. She was single minded in her goal. He didn’t stand a chance. 

Yet his last remnant of resistance, his last refuge, lay in what she had said to him during their last ‘therapy session’, which he had now come to understand was merely an excuse for further brainwashing and cock-milking. Despite how she had changed, part of him would now always see Doctor Valnurana as the neglected trophy wife she once was. It terrified him to see the sheer extent of her revenge, but if revenge were needed at all, she couldn’t be invincible. Behind those inky black eyes was a deep-seated madness. Her calm, cool appearance was a facade. 

That seemed less and less important as he came to terms with his situation, however. Ahead of him the two dark crimson curtains which had been covering the cinema screen were slowly and silently moving aside. 

Behind him, a nurse was placing what felt like an exercise band around his head, resting just above his eyes. Yet with the press of a button at the back it slowly tightened, until it was tugging at his eyebrows and - in so doing - holding his eyelids open. 

“Now David, this is a very important part of your treatment.” Doctor Valnurana said softly, yet with an edge to her voice that sent chills through him. “Your delusions are not just a product of what you have seen, but also what you refuse to see. You don’t see the world the way it is - you see it the way it used to be. This is very unhealthy, and it’s the reason for so much of your confusion.”

As she spoke, Doctor Valnurana was idly hefting her monumental tits up and down directly in his line of sight. It didn’t take long before his eyes were fixated upon them, unable to look away, helpless to listen to her and hang on her every word as his mind was preoccupied with following the delightful bouncing of her breasts. 

“We’re going to show you the world as it is and this time you won’t be able to look away.”

A plastic helmet covered in wires and electronics was lowered over his head, keeping the headband snugly fitted and his eyes firmly open. 

“This machine will let us read your thoughts, and whenever we see your thought patterns straying from what they should be we can adjust them. This is called Readjustment Treatment, and it can be very intense…”

As Doctor Valnurana’s lips curled into a grin, the nurses appeared around him and slowly began to disrobe. One by one these goddesses of the female form, towering over him, tossed their uniforms aside and moved to sit next to his chair or kneel beside him. 

“The nurses and I will ensure you begin to associate what you see with what you feel. Physical stimulation from visual stimulation. This should begin to help us rewrite your errant thought patterns.”

“P… Pavlov…” David murmured, a distant memory momentarily rising above the sexual morass his thoughts were stuck in. 

“Very good, David. Pavlov was a very intelligent woman. She was a pioneer of the very psychology we use here to help boys like you adjust to the new world.”

“W-woman? No…” David mumbled, but couldn’t quite form the words he wanted to say, let alone organise them in his mind. 

“Yes, David, they were a woman. All important historical figures were. This is what your teachers tried to tell you, but you didn’t want to listen…” Doctor Valnurana slowly slipped the material of her blouse over her massive breasts, watching delightedly as David followed the path of her fingers as they revealed them with open, drooling lips. “Of course she was a woman David. Boys like you aren’t capable of big thoughts like that. You are sweet, innocent little things who just want to be cuddled and loved and fucked all day. We’re going to help you see that. You don’t want to be important people in society, that’s for us to do. Your mommies. We take care of you. We take care of everything. All you have to do is be good, obedient little boys for us… and we’ll take care of the rest.”

As Doctor Valnurana’s clothing dropped he at last saw her in total nudity. Her curves blossomed in every spot, soft flesh and silky smooth skin everywhere his horny eyes looked. A true feast for the hormonal mind he had come to develop. 

“Now, David. Watch. Look. See things as they are. As they should be. As they will be. As they always will be.”

The screen behind her came to life. As Doctor Valnurana gently bounced her massive breasts atop her forearms, behind her on the screen was a recording of exactly the same thing. Doctor Valnurana’s breasts bouncing, but due to the projection stretched and skewed to monumental size. Dozens of meters across, they occupied the entire screen. 

Around him the nurses began to gently caress his body. His thighs, his calves, his stomach, his arms, his neck, his ears… a fingertip trailed across his lips as another massaged his throat. Every inch of him was subject to random touches, soft and reassuring. 

Almost imperceptibly, a purple spiral appeared on top of the image of Doctor Valnurana on screen, ever so faintly coming into focus. David wasn’t sure it was really there at all, or just a figment of his addled mind, so overwhelmed by phantom sensations. It was transparent enough so as to never obscure her tremendous breasts from his view, but did wonders at opening his mind to suggestion. 

“That’s it, David, focus on the pretty breasts. You don’t need to think about anything else.” Doctor Valnurana said, her own breasts still bouncing in front of him. “Nice, big, soft tits are all boys care about.”

The screen shifted, the purple spiral remained but the footage changed. Transfixed, slackjawed, David just watched as a montage of dozens of massive breasts began to swirl in and out of his view. 

Doctor Valnurana took the opportunity to move down to her knees, taking a spot next to the two nurses at either side of David. With a gentle smile that spoke to many years of practice, she began to gently run her fingertips up and down the underside of David’s cock so gently that in his semi-conscious state he could barely even feel it. That was ideal in her mind. When he wasn’t able to discern between reality and what he saw on screen he would be at his most susceptible to the subliminal suggestions she had planned. 

Looking down at a small tablet nearby she saw a readout of David’s brainwaves, and was pleased to see that the pleasure centres in his mind were not only shining like beacons but also showed significant signs of growth. That was no doubt due to him being on a purely milk diet, as well as the drugs contained therein. 

“Relax. Just relax.” An ephemeral voice, which sounded almost like Doctor Valnurana’s, echoed through the cinema. “Let your mind wander.”

David complied, whether he wanted to or not. He couldn’t look away, and his eyes were treated to a veritable feast of the most beautiful and voluptuous women he’d ever seen. 

Feminine moans, almost too quiet to be heard, slowly became louder and louder as the visuals became more sexual in nature. Massive, huge-breasted women were licking their lips, caressing themselves, tweaking nipples… but soon that gave way to much more overt sexual content. 

Footage filmed from the perspective of a male, so much smaller than the woman in shot - aside from his comparitively massive cock, became a fixture as the spiral kept swirling. 

“Good boys love when their mommies touch them.”

The woman ran her hands up the boy’s thighs, and David noticed his ankles were bound. The boy seemed to be squirming madly, but one couldn’t tell if it was out of fear or excitement. Indeed it may have been both. 

“Good boys love to nurse.”

What followed was montage of dozens of small transformed males being breastfed, combined with the steadily growing sexual soundtrack. 

“Good boys love big, beautiful women.”

A truly massive woman was laid atop silky bedsheets, luxuriously fingering herself as she grasped one of her own truly massive breasts, groaning wantonly as she did so. Her legs writhed atop royal purple silks as she rode her fingers to an evidently colossal climax. 

The changes in footage began to speed up, one erotic clip after another, some overlapping. 

“Good boys don’t think. Good boys don’t question.”

Doctor Valnurana noticed David’s brain reacting to those points, and licked her lips. She knew how to correct a wayward boy, and that was to identify his weaknesses, then exploit them. To press as tightly as needed, applying pressure, until they broke. They all broke eventually. Every boy’s mind was like a fortress, but in her experience, they often left at least one gate unbarred and unguarded. 

As her sausage-thick lips engulfed his cock, David let out a loud groan. The footage on screen changed to a perspective shot of an utterly gorgeous woman fellating a cock with animalistic gusto, which Doctor Valnurana eagerly matched. She paused to suck on just his head, circling it ferociously with her tongue, before dropping all the way down to his abdomen as she swallowed his cock whole.

“Good boys feel only pleasure. Good boys obey.”

Two of the nurses had discovered to their delight just how sensitive David’s nipples were, tweaking them and gently pinching them as they enjoyed the wonderful sounds he made. To them he was less a patient now than a toy for their amusement. That, no doubt, was the intended result of their ‘treatment’. 

David could only groan in bliss, which Doctor Valnurana and several of the nurses now fingering themselves echoed in mock sympathy. She was very adept at destroying a boy’s mind before she rebuilt it in her desired design with but her curled lips and vicious tongue. Yet she was equally adept at doing so with words or, as now, more directly. She pressed her tongue against the underside of his head and lashed her tongue back and forth, imagining to her own amusement that she was wearing away at the walls of the boy’s mental fortress. Her tongue slowly grinding away at the rock hard cock like a battering ram at the walls. 

“Good boys obey their mommies. Good boys drink.”

David felt his lips watering at the sight of boys being breastfed, forcibly in many cases, by utterly incomprehensible breasts. To what degree there was digital manipulation involved, or whether there were women out there with such truly immeasurable mammaries - producing milk in such absurd quantities that gouts of milk leaked from the corners of the mouths of the boys struggling against their breasts. The cream was flowing so prodigiously in some cases David could see how each individual pulse of milk would fill the poor boys’ tired mouths only to spray down their chins, as they desperately tried to swallow the incomprehensible flow. 

“Good boys don’t complain. Good boys know Mommy knows best. Good boys think of nothing but what their Mommies tell them.”

The forcible feeding footage slowly shifted to that of boys sat atop their captors laps, splayed out sitting astride or laying across their massive naked thighs. Each had a larger female hand stroking their hair, their back, or even more intimately as the boys had placid smiles and empty expressions painted across their faces - utterly content, or perhaps simply no longer capable of being discontent. 

Doctor Valnurana’s face slowly shifted into view in the footage, as her eyes now became the focus of the subtle swirling patterns. Each transfixed David so fully that even without his restraints he likely would have been frozen to the spot. 

“There’s one other thing good boys do.” 

Doctor Valnurana grinned around his cock at the sound of her own voice playing across the environmental speaker system, sounding as if it came from every direction at once. It made it seem as if the voice were coming from within the boy’s own head, and made certain the message stuck. 

“Good boys cum for their Mommies.”

At that, the nurses went into overdrive, tickling and stroking every sensitive spot on the boy’s body which the screens around them had been steadily gathering information on. Doctor Valnurana meanwhile devoured his cock hungrily, sucking and slurping along the boy’s length, slamming her lips against the base of his cock each time she dropped with such force that their wet mass made a dull smack against his skin. 

“Cum for Mommy.”

The words sank into his already overtaxed brain with ease, a command the poor addled boy was far beyond eager to comply with. His thighs strained against his restraints with the desire to thrust back into Doctor Valnurana’s ravenous blowjob, instinctually wanting to match each movement of her mouth with one of his own hips, but was utterly frustrated. Even without restraints the six or so pairs of arms caressing and teasing every inch of him would have been more than able to hold his animalistic desires at bay within their grip. 

Yet at the frenetic pace of the Doctor’s fellatio, combined with the overwhelming physical and mental barrage his body and mind were undergoing, he hardly needed to do so. His orgasm was approaching at breakneck speed. Indeed it was only a few moments before his chest began to tighten as his already heavy breathing became more and more laboured. 

As his body clenched tightly within his bonds, Doctor Valnurana’s voice echoed within his mind, and David could no longer tell whether her words had come from without or within his head. 

“Cum for Mommy.”

Her words were a mantra. A creedo. A command. Indeed they may as well have been the words of an almighty Goddess. In the brilliant and mesmerising lightshow, those words became slowly but insistently imprinted upon his mind. 

Groaning in satisfaction, Doctor Valnurana felt the boy’s cock throbbing like a trapped morsel between her lips. Pressing her tongue to the underside she began to stroke its entire length with her serpentine, slippery appendage, curling it under his cock in a milking motion as her thick lips formed a perfect suction to entrap his head. She growled in anticipation, millking the trapped cock mercilessly with her tongue, eager to feel him surrender to her lips. 

“Cum for Mommy.” 

Shuddering what little he could in his seated position, he breathlessly ejaculated into the relentless sucking of her mouth. She stroked each jet of cum from his cock with her tongue, until only drops were left, when she began to milk his cock with the entirety of her mouth - lips and tongue dragging powerfully from base to tip to secure every last morsel. 

The nurses slowed in their ministrations, but did not entirely stop. Neither in fact did the swirling, flashing display before his eyes. Nor, more importantly, did Doctor Valnurana. She was still slowly but insistently nursing his cock between her lips, not allowing his cock to grow soft. 

“Good boys cum for their Mommies.” 

Gasping at the overstimulation, David’s tired mind struggled to process what was happening. He had cum already. 

“Good boys cum for their Mommies.” Doctor Valnurana’s voice repeated, and she sank her lips down to engulf his cock once more. 

Around him, the nurses resumed their lecherous touches, caressing, tickiling and toying with every part of him they could reach which - given his utterly exposed position - gave them a plethora of options. 

“Cum for Mommy.” The voice insisted, but David could only whine in confusion. 

“Cum for Mommy.” The nurses showed no signs of letting up, if anything they redoubled their efforts. 

“Cum for Mommy.” David squirmed helplessly in his bonds. 

“Cum for Mommy.” Doctor Valnurana’s mouth was unrelenting. 

“Cum for Mommy.”

David could only weep as he realised that this was far from over, and in fact, he was beginning to realise it would never end. This was his life now. Perhaps it wasn’t even his life anymore. 

****

David didn’t hear the voice of Nurse Bella at first. Rather he did hear it, but couldn’t tell it was real until she was gently shaking his shoulder. He had been convinced it had just been in his head. He was hearing a lot of voices in his head these days. 

“David, you need to come with me.”

Robotically, David raised his arms, allowing himself to be lifted from his bed. As Nurse Bella went through the motions of dressing him, however, she seemed to waste no time on the usual fussing and thinly veiled molestation. Indeed by the standards he had become so accustomed to she seemed to be practically hurrying to get him dressed - though she maintained a kindly and calm demeanour throughout. 

Yet to his dull mind now thoroughly downtrodden by endless hypersexualised breastfeeding and milking sessions, even if he noticed the change, he scarcely acknowledged it at first. Yet after a few moments he realised that Nurse Bella had left his door open. He didn’t even register the implications of this at first. His door had never been open except when one of the nurses had opened it, and was always closed swiftly after. 

A flicker of suspicion grew in spite of his overwhelming fatigue. Something had certainly changed. Even before he had been thoroughly weakened by an all-milk and no exercise diet, he doubted he would have made it far from his doorway before being easily recaptured, so he had hardly been left a golden chance at escape. Still, it was the first sign of a gap in their until now flawless routine of control. 

Nurse Bella didn’t miss a step as she resumed her familiar role of walking just behind him, escorting him from behind down the hallway with a comfortably firm grip and pausing only to close the door behind herself. 

She seemed to notice that David had noticed something, and sought to cover it up with an even more saccharine behaviour than usual. 

“Oh sweet Davey, we have such good news! You’re going to have a little playmate for the rest of your stay with us!” While her voice had always seemed naturally sickeningly sweet, the effort she was putting in to maintain it sounded just the least bit forced. 

He let her words sink in, his mind slow to absorb things these days. At length he looked up with a glimmer of surprise. 

“Who?” He whispered, startled at the quietness of his own voice. He had barely spoken in days. 

Nurse Bella’s eyes glowered, but her smile was taut, unwavering. 

“Aww, it’ll be a fun little surprise for you Davey, I wouldn’t want to spoil it. They’ve been with us a few days and I’m sure they’d be so happy to know they have a friend here at the Institute.”

He struggled to make his mind work, cogs turning slowly. Who could she mean? Could it be one of his friends from school? He had barely heard from any of them since he had moved away. Had one of them been entrapped here against his will? Perhaps he had underestimated the influence of his meager rebellious youth, maybe he had had more of an impact than he thought. Maybe, just maybe, some of them had harboured the same doubts as him all along and had simply been wise enough not to be as vocal as him. 

What embers of his rebellious nature remained began to glow. He wasn’t alone. That simple fact was enough to resurrect some small part of his downtrodden masculinity. 

He tried not to let it show, but there was an ever so slight spring to his step now. 

Hope sprang from hope. He remembered what Alice had said to him - or what he suspected she had been trying to tell him. David couldn’t remember how long ago that was now. Indeed, some nights he even suspected the conversation hadn’t gone as he remembered, or hadn’t even happened at all. 

Yet his newfound hope would not allow his dream to die. A dream that some day he could leave this place, mind and body intact, free of the control of the insipid system that had been manipulating him from the day he was born. Whatever plan Alice had maybe he would be able to free this boy too. 

Nurse Bella gripped his shoulder tightly as she brought him to a door and opened it. 

David felt what little hope he had left was snuffed out. Sat between two massively buxom nurses, with Doctor Valnurana standing behind them with a vicious grin, was the last person David expected to see. Her face was gaunt and dejected, unable to even look up. Before him sat Alice in the pink silken garb of one of Doctor Valnurana’s patients. 

“It’s not your fault, David.” Doctor Valnurana spoke with utter imperiality, running a hand through Alice’s hair as if she were a caring and doting mother. “You must not blame yourself any more than Alice here should blame herself. You are both sick. We only wish to cure you.”

Alice tugged her head away, but merely succeeded in pressing her face into the colossal breasts of one of the nurses flanking her. 

“But that’s why we’re here. To cure the sick. To cure a sickness that has plagued this world from the dawn of time.”

She gripped Alice’s shoulders as the doctor exhaled, as if reminiscing. David saw her powerful thighs clenching as her thick lips pursed, enjoying a sick pleasure as she luxuriated in her total dominance.

“And we will.”

****

David barely moved as Doctor Valnurana’s hands roamed across his body. He was sat upon her lap as she droned endless mantras into his mind, gently gliding her forefinger and thumb up and down his cock. 

When at last she addressed him directly, he barely noticed. 

“I have a test for you today, David. To see if you have been listening to what we’ve been trying to help you understand.”

She kept a hand atop his head, keeping him firmly nestled between the immense chestnut valley of her breasts, as she reached into her desk and brought out a small datapad. 

“Repeat the words you see on the screen.”

She pressed a button and an empty white screen appeared. 

Her masturbation of his cock grew lazy and slow. Whenever he tried to thrust mindlessly into her grip she simply loosened it and gave him no friction, leaving him frustrated. He whined pitifully. After a few minutes of toying with the boy, she relented. 

“It’s not so hard, David, well… something is.” She gave the underside of his precum soaked cock a playful stroke with a single finger. “But not the test.”

David fruitlessly thrusted into the air, chasing that touch in vain, before collapsing back atop her naked thighs - any sense of propriety or professionalism in his treatment long having since been abandoned. 

“Everything on the screen is something I’ve told you before. Something I’ve told you to remember. All you have to do is look and you’ll see it eventually.”

As he stared into the blank screen he squirmed atop her lap, struggling futilely. Not to escape, but simply seeking to achieve the very pleasure with which he had so easily been broken and enslaved to the will of these lascivious women. He didn’t know what she wanted him to say. 

She gave his cock a single stroke and he gasped, momentarily robbed of breath. 

“Just try, David. Tell me what you see.”

He groaned in defeat, with no idea what she wanted from him in this sadistic game. As she began to delicately trace her thumb in circles across the head of his cock, out of sheer desperation, he returned to the screen frantically looking for anything, any words at all - but none appeared. 

“There’s nothing there! I’ll say anything! Anything you want just please, please…” He begged, whimpering. 

“I know you will.” Doctor Valnurana said softly, unyielding in her torment of his cock. “But I need you to tell me what you see.”

In sheer exasperation David flailed in her grasp, the weight of her breasts keeping him pinned to her chest. All the while she continued polishing the tip of his cock with her thumb, not relenting for even a moment. 

Out of panic, realising that she would never stop until he gave her some answer, any answer, he simply blurted out the first thing that came to mind. The words she had repeated to him endlessly since he had arrived, the same words he’d been subliminally fed until they had worked their way into the core of his mind. 

“Good boys obey Mommy!” 

Doctor Valnurana grasped his cock tightly, and David strained with all his might to thrust into her grasp. However she simply laid her other arm firmly across his thighs and held him down, taunting him with such promise of pleasure while ensuring he couldn’t obtain it. 

“That’s just what you think I want to hear, David. I’m glad you’re trying to please me. Good boys should want to please their Mommies.” She kissed the top of his head poking out from between her breasts affectionately. “But I want to know what you see on the screen.”

David could feel his heart hammering in this throat. Words flashed through his mind but they were just what he’d been told. The screen was blank. 

“Nnngh! But it’s blank!” He grunted, struggling in vain against her overwhelming strength. 

“Look closer, David.” Was all she said, giving his cock a tiny squeeze. 

Resigned to his fate, he stared. His body sagged in her grip as he fixed his eyes on the screen. He stared until his eyes hurt from the strain. 

Just as he was about to resume his complaints, just as he took in a panting breath to protest once more… just for a moment, he saw something. Something amidst the blinding white light. 

Doctor Valnurana spoke softly to him. 

“Yes… that’s it.”

He blinked in shock, uncertain of his own mind. 

It came, it went, and came again like his eyes were trying to focus on something that refused to be brought into focus. Yet the longer he stared the calmer his mind became, and the clearer the image was. 

Yet it wasn’t an image. It was… words. 

“I’m… a good boy.” He whispered. 

It shocked him, it terrified him, yet there they were. He really could see them. He forced his eyes shut and reopened them, certain they would be gone. For a moment they blurred, but slowly returned. 

“Very good, David. Very good. You see them, don’t you.”

He tried to look away, but Doctor Valnurana merely squeezed her tits more tightly around his head, holding it fixed so he was forced to keep looking. 

“Tell me what else you see.” She cooed, and let go of his lap at last, allowing him to thrust up into her fingers. 

Instantly his mind was awash with pleasure as he eagerly humped into her hand, and she began to match his pumps with those of her own.

“I… I love my Mommy.” He stammered, reading the words in front of him. 

She soothed him with soft sounds of encouragement as she masturbated him faster. 

“Good boys obey Mommy.”

Her heartbeat echoed in his mind, her breasts pressing closed as she vigorously jerked his cock. 

“G-good b-boys…” he croaked, the sheer visceral pleasure of his long denied orgasm almost too much to bear. 

“Cum for Mommy.” She finished his thought, and ensured he obeyed those words.

Stroking his cock feverishly, she used her many years of experience to ensure this orgasm would sear those words permanently into his mind. Countless boys had walked through her door, and in the end every one of them had wound up here in her lap, espousing her own doctrine from their own minds. 

Doctor Valnurana bit her lip in satisfaction as David shuddered and ejaculated mightily into her grip. They all surrendered in the end. As she looked down at the blank white screen before them, she let out a contented sigh. It wouldn’t be long now. 

****

For hours David simply stared at his door, or where he thought the door to his room was. The seamless gateway which signalled nothing more but the continuation of his sexual confinement was similarly merely a continuation of the walls when not in use, indistinguishable. 

As he stared he imagined it to be gone for a while, open as it had been that one time Nurse Bella had left it so. 

He was beside himself at how surreal life had become. Nothing felt real. The endless pleasure and pastel pinks had warped his ability to touch what he had considered to be the real world. Now it felt like he was looking at everything through the bottom of an empty glass, he knew things were there but they didn’t look the way he thought they should. 

“David.” Came Alice’s voice from the corridor. 

Uncaring, unfeeling, he just stared at the open door. Something about it, though, was like a weight slowly pressing against his mind. His consciousness was like a numb hand trying to grasp something in the dark, fumbling lazily. 

Open? The door couldn’t be open. It wasn’t. It was closed. For a while it was closed, as in, having become imperceptible as it melded in perfectly with the wall. No, it wasn’t open. There was just pink wall there. 

“David!” Alice hissed. 

Open. If the door was open, then that would mean he could walk out. Go where? He wasn’t sure. He didn’t really remember what things were like outside anymore. Or if he’d just imagined ever having lived outside of here. 

Except it was open. As much as his mind told him it wasn’t, the empty gap remained. Blinking, he looked at the ceiling to compare. It certainly looked different from the door which, he now acknowledged, certainly looked open. 

Alice. Her plan. The door. It was open. This was it. This was his chance. 

He made to get up, stopped, listened, and then gently crept across the thickly carpeted floors. Surely the cameras, he thought? But no, surely if they were working they would have seen the door was open! 

It had to be a trap. Some kind of scheme. Some trick. Or perhaps not. Alice had been admitted to the Institute… but that must have been her plan. That was how she was planning to get him out. 

His heart raced. This was it, his one final chance at freedom. He bolted to the door and then paused, peering around the edge of the doorway to ensure no one was waiting for him in the corridor in either direction. 

All he saw was the same corridor as before. He still had no idea what floor he was on, or how he could get out of here… except at the end of the corridor was another open door. One he hadn’t seen open before, as far as he knew. Inside it was dark. 

“David…” Alice whispered. 

She had to be in there, waiting for him. Her escape route must have been planned in advance. Cautiously, David crept along the hall, jumping at every imagined sound in the utterly silent space, eyes flitting from one identical pink doorway to the next as he progressed. 

Then he was there. He crossed the threshold of the door into darkness and strained to hear anything in the darkness. 

Someone approached him, stepping out of the dim into the light cast from the doorway behind him. 

“I’m so glad you made the right decision, David.” Alice whispered. 

She got closer, and closer, and… taller, and taller. Her calves ballooned out into monstrously thick thighs which met at a mouthwatering cleft. Though what stood out most were the massive breasts that, even in the dim light, were enough to shade everything below them. 

Alice was easily nine feet tall now, and glinting in the light was a truly satisfied smile.

“I was sure you would listen to me.” 

“I’m glad he did, we’ve all been so worried.”

The lights came on and David blinked as he was blinded momentarily. 

What he saw when they cleared was a medical room, and around him was a wall of female flesh on all sides. Alice, his mother, Nurse Bella and Abby, the maids Cara and Melissa, and of course in the centre of them all was Doctor Valnurana. 

“Come on in, David. Let’s get your transformation started.”

Alice took his hand, having to lean down to reach him now, and led him past each of these massive busty women who had in one way or another shaped him into the boy he was. 

Now, though, they would shape him far more literally into the boy he would forever become. 

****

David wearily lifted a tiny hand to block the light as they left Doctor Valnurana’s institute. It was the first natural sunlight he’d seen in… well, he didn’t quite remember. He didn’t remember when he’d arrived, or much of anything before. In fact he couldn’t remember much at all, really. Just a lot of hot, sweaty sexual fantasies, massive breasts, thick thighs, motherly lips kissing and sucking… 

He smiled. That was all good boys thought about anyway. That, and how much they loved their mommies. 

Instinctually, he cuddled closer to Alice, who had him closely nestled to her chest. In fact she had him swaddled in a silky soft comforter. He was so much smaller now, especially compared to her massively endowed form, that she could easily keep him against her immense bust which now was easily twice David’s own size. 

“I love you Davey.” She whispered, holding him tightly. 

That was his name. For some reason, some distant part thought he didn’t like that name. But it was what she said so it must have been his name. 

“I love you Mommy.” He mumbled blankly. 

He barely noticed as Alice opened her blouse and with remarkable ease slipped the diminshed boy into her cleavage, easily smothering the boy within the depths of her now massive body. Her lips curled in sheer glee at having a boy of her own, and not only that, the very boy she had always wanted from the moment they met. 

“Welcome home.” Alice whispered as his head sank into a sea of breast which swallowed him completely. 

Mommy was always right. Mommy knows best.