Number Six Ch. 7

David was resting his fingers over his eyes. The strain was getting overwhelming. He was constantly trying to bring the world around him into focus, but the uniform soft pink shades were making it almost impossible. Surfaces and shapes, edges and corners all blended together. 

He sighed as he stared up. Even the ceiling was pink. 

His mind wandered, with nothing to focus on. Nothing to distract him in an endless rosy morass. 

Yet the only things he had to think about were his recent experiences. The nurses… Doctor Valnurana… 

Doctor Amme, he added, with a dry swallow. 

With his options being sexual or psychological, he tried to focus on the discussion he’d had with Doctor Valnurana, no matter how tempting the silky soft sheets stroking every inch of his body made the former seem. 

His hand twitched with the urge to reach down and explore those memories more intimately. Yet he was eventually able to focus instead on Doctor Valnurana. At first all he could recall, however, were her eyes. Those beautiful, inky pools. Not to mention the rest of her which was just as beautiful. 

Wincing, he tried to think about what they had talked about instead. Or rather, what he had tried to say and what she had decided he had said. 

He balled his fists in frustration. Why? Why was it so hard for him to say what he wanted to say?

David clasped his eyes once more, trying to collect his thoughts. Just as he began to gather himself, however, he jumped when he heard someone say “Hello little one.” 

They had a kind, soothing tone. Cracking his weary eyes open David looked around the room, but was baffled when he saw nothing there. No one else had entered the room, he was sure. Even as quiet as the door was he would have heard it opening. 

Maybe he really was crazy, he thought, half-joking. 

Yet out of the corner of his eye he saw movement on the wall to his right. The previously blank massive holo-screen now projected a 3d model of a massive, busty smiling woman in a skin tight body suit. After waiting a few moments, expecting some recording to play, David realized that she was looking straight at him. 

He got out of bed and as he walked in front of it, to his shock, her eyes tracked him the entire time until he was stood directly in front of the projection.

“Our sensors have indicated that you are distressed and in a state of agitation… can I be of assistance?” 

Her model was beautiful, with deep blue eyes and raven black hair, both of which framed a heart shaped face sporting a slightly uncanny smile. It was that in particular which let David know he was talking with an AI construct of some sort. Her body was cartoonishly proportioned, even by the standards of transformed women, like one of the old pinup drawings of a by-gone century’s wide hips, with a vase like waist that flared out to an impossible bust. All of her incredible curves were contained within a tight blue jumpsuit that only seemed to accentuate her impossible body. 

Drawing his gaze from her body for a moment, he let his eyes wander across the panels in the wall and ceiling, the domes hiding cameras and containing Goddess knew what else. 

He sighed heavily before he spoke, recognising an obvious trap when he saw one. 

“I’m fine thank you.” He said, addressing one of the cameras above him rather than the model itself. 

The projected model took him by surprise by taking a step closer to him, but after a moment he stilled himself. After all, it was just light and an AI talking. It couldn’t touch him. 

As a result, though, the way it moved was qutie literally ethereal. It soundlessly stepped forward, making no impression in the carpet below. Reaching out, it placed a hand on his shoulder - which given the sheer size of her breasts left little space between him and her impossible tits. 

“Awww, now David, when boys get all confused and frustrated like this there’s usually a very simple explanation.” She very gently began to press her free hand into the side of her animated breasts and, in violation of any laws of physics, they began to sway in an utterly hypnotic fashion. “Most of the time a boy gets antsy like this because he needs to be milked.”

David blushed in utter shock at her lurid words and actions, turning away, but given her sheer proportions she was still well within his eyeline. 

“Now now, it’s perfectly natural for boys to be embarassed, but that’s why they have women to take care of their needs for them. After all…”

The digital minx snaked her arm down, the light of her projection glowing faintly against his chest as she walked her fingers down across his waist.

“Doesn’t it feel wonderful when a beautiful woman is holding you? When she takes your hard, aching, throbbing, leaking cock in her hand and strokes you?”

Biting his lip, David tried not to watch as her hand grasped the air just in front of his cock and began to luxuriously stroke. It was hopeless, though. The very otherworldly nature of her body and the enticing movements of her hand. 

As her ministrations at last had him captivated, suddenly David was rendered wide-eyed as the walls around him exploded in a wild riot of colors and patterns. Even as one would capture his attention, another out of the corner of his eye another would begin to distract him. His senses were assaulted by endless spirals and flowing shapes that seemed to defy categorization as they floated across the room. Daniel felt as though suddenly he was sinking inside of himself, shrinking down even as the construct seemed to grow in front of him, growing until she filled every inch of his view no matter where he looked. Yet layered on top of her, behind her… maybe even on her skin, he couldn’t tell, were the shapes and colours swirling, swirling. 

“Watch the pretty colours closely, David… feel yourself opening up and relaxing… like a good boy should.” Her voice was light and pleasant, with a mystical lilt to it that hovered just above the psychadelic imagery - yet all the while her hand was continuing its work. 

David felt part of himself relaxing at her words as he watched, the swaying construct undulating her breasts directly in his face amidst a sea of hypnotic patterns and colors. 

“I’m going to help you David… to help you relax… to help you be a good boy… to help you get better.” 

She smiled as the patterns slowed to a steady rhythm, soon matching the slow undulations of her impossible body which seemed to ripple with the beat of David’s heart. 

A tear came unbidden to David’s eye as he now found it impossible to look away from the sight in front of him. His mind began to ache as his mind pulsed along with the patterns. 

“Please…” Was all David croaked out, unable to say more as he desperately fought to maintain… something. He couldn’t even put a word to it. He didn't know what was happening anymore. He felt like he was on the precipace of a great vortex threatening to suck him in. It took every effort just to hold on to what little semblance of himself he had left. 

The construct merely smiled an understanding smile. 

“Nuh uh, baby. I've got you now. Momma’s not going to let you go until she's sure you nice and relaxed for her.” 

At that her face grew and faded in, and became all that david could see. Her eyes were filled with more irresistible patterns. David sank to his knees, a line of drool catching the beautiful lights as it trailed down side of his mouth. He stared unblinkingly into the endless abyss of her eyes.

“Good boys listen to their mommies. Good boys are nice and relaxed. Good boys like to obey. Good boys know that Mommy knows best.” 

The endlessly cycling mantra of the facility was being steadily pumped into his vulnerable and unresisting mind. Her voice seemed to come from every direction at once, sometimes his left, or right, or behind him. Eventually he thought he could hear it in his own head. 

As every other part of him relaxed, his cock was beating to the staccato rhythm of his heart. He was dimly aware that he was now sat on the bed. His bed. Staring up into the beautiful vision of the woman who had entranced him so. 

Somehow her hand felt like it was touching his cock through his shorts… but that was impossible, surely. Yet it felt so real…

Now her words became more direct.

“Good boys like to feel pleasure. They like it when their Mommies touch them like this. They want nothing more than to be good boys for us. They want to offer themselves up to us. Good boys love when a woman takes them by the hand and strokes them. They love nothing more than when a woman uses him. When she sucks their cock and makes them whimper desperately.”

David shivered all over, soaking up her words without resistance. All the while, her hand moved hypnotically up and down his cock. He felt his meagre, tight shorts coming free as his cock sprang eagerly up into her hand. 

“Good boys love to be cute for us. They want to look cute and adorable so women will fawn over them. They want to be soft and sensitive, begging for our touch. Good boys are always horny. They think with their cocks, not their minds. You want to be a good boy. You want to be touched. You want to be held. You want to be stroked and sucked and fucked. You want to be a good boy, because good boys get to cum for their Mommy.”

Every fine hair on his body bristled at her words. His breathing came shallow as he felt his orgasm rising in time with the steadily increasing beat of his heart, her hand moving in perfect synchronicity. 

“You love it when a woman shoves her nipple into your mouth. You love knowing how much pleasure it gives a woman to feed you. You know its good for you. Good boys accept it without complaint. Good boys are always thirsty. You want to be latched to a woman’s breast as they stroke their fingers through your hair and whisper in your ear. You want them to tell you what to think. You want them to tell you you’re a good boy. You want them to reach down as you suckle and stroke your cock, make a ring with their fingers and let you hump their hands…”

At that, her hand came to a stop. 

“Show me what a good boy you are. Fuck my hand. Don’t pretend to be a big boy anymore. Just thrust away and squirt out all your big boy thoughts.”

The grip around his cock felt magical, and he wallowed in pure sexual bliss. It cloyed his throat so much he thought he might choke. Eagerly obeying her commands, all higher thought having fled him in the face of such overwhelming visual stimulation, he felt his hips thrusting up into her fingers. 

“Awww, that’s it. That’s it. Such a good boy. Good boys get to feel this way all the time. You want to be a good boy, David. You want to be a good boy so you can do this all day.” Her words sank into his mind, spurring on both his rapidly approaching climax and rapidly shrinking resistance in equal measure. “Give in to the pleasure David. You don’t need anything more than this. This is all a good boy should ever want. His Mommy’s love. Her milk. Endless orgasms. Sex and love, love and sex.”

In the back-lit recesses of his mind, a dying ember of discontent raged against such a simplistic notion. That that was all his life was destined for. Yet the hormonal and heavily addled consciousness he retained was now eagerly adopting her views. 

“Cum for me. Cum for your Mommy. Cum like good boys always should. Cum and forget about everything else.”

The colours in her eyes, the fervent jiggling of her impossible breasts, everything swelled and grew to an unstoppable crescendo. He felt as if he were being tugged along on a leash, with no control whatsoever. Even as he humped his hips into her hand eagerly, sweat pouring down his back, he felt that every movement was not his own - rather it was the natural, instinctual movements of a beast, one trained to respond to the words of its owner. 

Shuddering in bliss, his body jerked in place as phantom touches sent bolts of pleasure coursing through his body. Forcing his cock up and into the tight grip of her hand, rope after rope of cum coated his thighs as it landed without interruption. 

Panting, he felt the corners of his vision grow dark, sheer exertion from the overloading of his senses having taken its toll. After a minute or so, his breathing was back to something resembling calm, and he sat upright. 

His hand was slick, and caught the light. Why was his hand wet? 

“Awww, did you get excited by the AI projection David?” Came a voice from behind him, causing him to jump.

Shamefully, David tried to hide his still twitching cock, glistening with the evidence of his recent emission - as if his slack jawed and glassy expression wasn’t a give away. What use was it, he rued. There were cameras on every wall. 

“It’s perfectly natural for boys to get excited by big, beautiful women.” 

Nurse Abby spoke softly, appealing directly to his still simmering arousal. As she sank her colossal weight down next to him on the mattress, he crossed his hands in front of himself, futilely trying to hide his shame. 

Not wanting to meet her lustful eyes or knowing grin, he looked at the 3d projection instead. it seemed… normal. Well, it was still cartoonishly pornographic. Yet what he had seen before… had he imagined it? Had it all been a product of his… 

He looked down, the evidence clear to see, no matter how he tried in vain to cover the silvery stains upon his pink clothing. 

The projection couldn’t have touched him. It was just… light. Lights and images. So he must have… 

“It’s okay, David.” Abby gushed, taking advantage of his confusion to reinforce the messages he had not so subtly been fed. “Remember. When your cock gets hard, and achy, and leaky… you should ask a woman to help you with it.”

He shrank from her touch as she rubbed her hand along his thigh suggestively, but she held him firmly to her with her other arm.

“There there, it’s alright… it’s okay to be turned on by sexy women David.” She soothed him, all the while ensuring as much of his body was in contact with hers as she could, pressing his smaller frame into the side of her colossal breast. 

“When good boys see a big, bouncy pair of breasts…” As she spoke, the 3d model moved closer, swaying back and forth to emphasize the sheer size and softness of her tits. “They just can’t help themselves…” She added with a whisper. 

With a gentle but firm grip, she grasped his hands and pulled them aside. Blushing furiously, David tried to hide his face, but she merely pressed his head firmly into her bosom. 

“That’s right. Big tits like these. Very good boy…”

With that she wrapped her arm around him, firmly pinning his face into her soft breast as she hefted his cock in her hand gently, while dabbing at his recent emissions with a small napkin. 

“Just leave it all to Mommy, that’s it.”

David was left sobbing in sheer exasperation, but she merely shushed him and cooed at his tears. 

“There there, it’s alright. You’re slowly learning to accept things as they are, David. It will just take time. I know its very scary… but soon you’ll feel so much better. Just listen to the big, beautiful, sexy women David. We know what’s best for you.”

Face pressed into her breast, the heat of her body was making his already burning cheeks tingle. It felt so infantile and childish for him to be crying like this. Yet in a way he was sure that was exactly what they wanted. This was how they wanted him to feel. It was so unfair, yet that merely made it harder not to cry. 

“Some boys get very overwhelmed by their orgasms. It’s okay. That’s why you need a Mommy to cuddle you close and wipe your tears away… and everything else.” She licked her lips at that last thought, having finished cleaning him up. “Now we’ll just wait til you calm down and I’ll help you change your clothes, alright?”

He didn’t have the strength to fight her. To fight any of them. To fight any of this anymore. He just nodded. 

*****

It was clear to him now that this place was far from the objective medical facility he had dimly hoped for. Indeed it was anything but. The clinical attitude of Doctor Valnurana now revealed her true intentions. Her passive smile was a front. 

Doctor Valnurana had encouraged him to sit on her lap, or rather, made it clear she wouldn’t be starting his session - and thus he wouldn’t be leaving her office - until he did so. Yet as soon as he had clambered up, averting his gaze all the while, her self-satisfied smile was burning into the back of his head. She had directed him to sit with his back to her, and he would soon realise why.

“I want to start today by exploring your feelings. How do you feel, David?” Doctor Valnurana asked. 

Sitting on her lap reinforced to him just how much bigger these women all were. So much taller. Wider. So much stronger. She could easily lift his whole body atop her thigh if she wanted. 

“I f-feel…” he began, not sure where to start. He had so many feelings he didn’t have a name for. 

“Let’s start with just right now. Here, in this room. On my lap. Close to my body. How do you feel?”

“Um…”

“Now, David. Good boys don’t think, they answer. Tell me how you feel.”

Grimacing at her demands for immediate responses, he resorted to his senses, hoping to satisfy her. 

“H-high up.”

“Yes, it is quite high up, isn’t it. My chaise is very large… and so am I. My thighs are so thick and soft…” She nodded, seemingly happy with his answer. “So how does that make you feel?”

He didn’t answer. 

“An important part of your treatment is us working to cure your aversion to touch, David. While we talk I will be working on it. When you can’t answer, we will try some exposure therapy.”

“I don’t have an aversion to touch, I just don’t want you to touch me whenever you want.” He murmured, trying his best not to sound like a petulant child with his reasonable request. 

“Now, David. You and I both know how natural it is for women to touch men.” She said so matter-of-factly one could almost forget just what it was she was trying to convince him of. “No thinking. Good boys don’t think. What do you feel?”

He didn’t want to say what was on his mind at that very moment. Yet in response, she merely placed a hand on his stomach and began to softly stroke his skin. He bit his lip as his sensitive body instantly responded, twitching in paroxysms. It was almost ticklish. Somewhere between tickling and a massage. Yet as she began to graze her nails over his skin it definitely tipped the scales, snorting as he tried not to laugh, not wanting to give her the satisfaction.

“Come now, David. Be a good boy. Tell me how this makes you feel.”

While she was touching his stomach, he couldn’t help but feel like her fingers were really on his head, trying to penetrate inside and read his mind directly. In her presence he couldn’t help but feel like she was constantly prying at his thoughts, seeking to open his mind to her. 

“S-small!” He stammered at last.

“Mmmm, yes… you do feel so small, don’t you. I’m so much bigger than you. All women are.”

“N-nnh, not all-” He started, but she merely moved her other hand to his chest, where she made no effort to disguise her intentions. Pinching one of his nipples gently she began to flick a fingernail back and forth over it as it hardened.

Scooting back along her thigh, he retreated from her touches only to fall into her clutches, as the soft wall of flesh that was her titanic breasts enveloped him. He felt himself sinking into their softness as her fingers chased him closer. As her depthless cleavage easily swallowed his entire upper body, moulding around him as he retreated, he merely succeeded in trapping himself. 

“Mmmm, and how do you feel now…” She said softly, her fingers curling in the air near him in a silent threat, like predators waiting to pounce. 

“Uh- s-soft. Soft.” He mumbled, eyes fixed on those terrible digits of hers. 

“Good… very good. It feels soft because you’re so eagerly burying your face into my breasts, isn’t that right.”

He tried to pry his face free to disagree, but a quick tickle at his neck was more than enough to force him to carry out the very actions she described. With facile ease she moved her fingers around, teasing and tickling different parts of his all-but-exposed body, always keeping him guessing as her breasts kept him firmly in place. 

“Mmmmfh!” His muffled groans were barely audible even to her, so thoroughly was she forcing him into her cleavage. 

“Good boy… very good boy. It’s natural for you to fixate on a woman’s breasts. This level of contact between women and their boys is normal.”

“It-” he whined, trying to free himself from her breasts, pressing incessantly around his head, “it’s not!”

David had freed himself, with some effort, from the mass of her breasts around him. Yet only in time to hear her decision.

Doctor Valnurana shook her head after a few moments. 

“I can see we still have work to do.” She said at last, and her tickling slowly ceased. “I believe exposure therapy is the only solution.”

Not knowing what that could mean, he could only wilt in fear. Pressing an unseen button on her desk, a few moments later, Nurses Abby and Bella re-entered the room. 

“Schedule David for immersion therapy with Doctor Roxanne.”

“Yes Doctor.” Nurse Abby said, and retrieved David from her lap. 

He felt oddly relieved that the giant woman had rescued him from the Doctor’s ticklish touches, but knew it was only so she could transport him to an unknown fate. Immersion therapy… it sounded familiar. 

Nurse Abby led him out the doorway, and with a final look back he saw Doctor Valnurana’s gaze following him. That inscrutable expression of hers. An unwavering smile.