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Little Bobby's Problem - 3
by Hansel (dougcolman@btconnect.com)
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An 18 year old boy who's not been allowed to grow up
(except in one obvious way) is repeatedly 'treated' -
first by his stepmom, then by a variety of 'medical'
methods. (FFM, nc, mast)
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CHAPTER 3 - OFF TO THE CLINIC
Ellen quickly grabbed up her silk dressing gown, and,
after wrapping Bobby in it, she hustled the boy
outside, and into her Firebird. Having draped him in
the passenger seat, she hurriedly locked the house and
climbed into the driving seat. Oh boy, was she ever in
the driving seat!
Her mind was a whirl, an incendiary mixture of so many
things: there were the memories of her old employer
Ruth Lessmilker, and the disgraceful, sordid procedures
which eventually led to the doctor being expelled from
legal practice – then there were her own like-minded
desires, held in check for so long, but rekindled by
her ‘little’ Bobby – Bobby whose enormous cock was so
rudely tenting out the silken material of her dressing
gown, right here next to her – and not least, there was
the once more growing pressure within her motherly
mammaries, which would need to be attended to soon.
In his drug-induced trance, the boy wondered, but only
briefly, about his surroundings, looked up at his
stepmother, a lost look of wonderment on his upturned
face.
His vision was filled by her twin zeppelins, as she
turned slightly to reach for her seat-belt, and those
monsters were thrown into even greater relief as her
cruelly tight belt sank between them.
The boy tried vainly to lock his own belt into place.
"Can’t... can’t seem to... Mom, will you?"
"Of course I will, baby." She smiled down at him,
unstrapped herself, and reached across the boy,
ensuring full contact between Bobby’s face and her
bloated breasts. She made a great show of struggling to
pull it across, scraping her hard nipples repeatedly
across Bobby’s face.
Another idea came to her, as she was suddenly
confronted by his naked, distended penis. Under her
ministrations the lad’s member was now in full view,
the slippery dressing gown having slid back. As she
eventually drew the belt over Bobby’s lap she threw a
couple of loops around the massive log of Bobby’s
erection, before buckling the belt in place.
Bobby grunted, just once, and then was quiet.
A couple of small adjustments, and Bobby’s cock was in
a tube of seatbelt, its thickly-veined trunk still
protruding a good six inches and rearing straight up.
Bobby was not only drugged and tightly strapped down,
but his cock was at her mercy, throbbing hugely. The
temptation to reach over and start jacking on it was
almost too great.
‘Oh my god,’ she thought, shuddering with passion, ‘I
wonder what will happen if I drive over a bump in the
road?’ She decided to find out. It took several minutes
to bring herself under control, her bosoms heaving
mightily and making the seatbelt creak, until she felt
calm enough to drive.
The Clinic was only ten minutes away – Ellen had found
it with delight the previous day, leafing through the
yellow pages as she made her plans. Discovering that
her friend was still ‘practicing’, and so close by,
filled Bobby’s stepmother with delight and
anticipation.
Despite the geographic closeness however, the journey
took a full thirty minutes. Thirty minutes which for
Bobby seemed timeless, lost as he was in a strange
world of swirling colours and endless bouncing up and
down.
The colours were simply Bobby’s surroundings heightened
by the drugs in his system, but it was Ellen who made
sure that the bouncing up and down was maintained, as
she searched for every piece of repaired road, every
pothole, and every speed bump. Ellen had discovered
almost immediately what happened when she drove over a
bump – and she decided she liked it very much.
Bobby’s hastily rigged cock sheath was anchored on both
sides to the car chassis. Bobby, on the other hand, was
not. The effect of the loops of belt when the car
bounced therefore, was quite spectacular. For the
entire thirty minutes of the journey, Bobby was
mechanically masturbated, albeit in an irregular and
erratic fashion, and Ellen couldn’t keep her eyes of
the process. That belt just kept on dragging his
foreskin to and fro.
Indeed, on several occasions Ellen almost crashed the
car, so enthralled was she with watching the up and
down motion of the seatbelt, as it slid back and forth
along Bobby’s throbbing cock.
She felt her nipples hardening, and indeed saw them
jutting further out, like twin organ-stops. ‘My little
boy has got a lot of emptying to do later,’ she
thought.
Bobby felt – odd. Like someone – or something – was
making his penis feel nice, sliding the skin back, over
and over, relentless in its action. His mind was trying
to work it out, but nothing seemed to make sense. His
mom was driving the car, so it couldn’t be her. He knew
he wasn’t doing it... and he felt sure there was no-one
else in the car. The drugs surged within him again, and
he gave up trying to think.
Ellen knew that the belt was far enough down the shaft
of her stepson’s penis so that he wasn’t going to cum
from the stimulation he was receiving, so she drove
around till a few minutes to nine, continuing the
robotic wanking of Bobby’s cock as long as possible,
then turned into the clinic’s parking lot. Bobby was
lolling in the passenger seat, his head on one side,
moaning softly. His giant penis was, thanks to his
stepmother’s inspiration, at its full 12 inch best,
throbbing, purple and stone-hard.
"You just wait here, Bobby, and I’ll get a chair for
you," Ellen gasped, staring once more at the enormous
erection. She ran into the clinic, such was her haste
to get her little Bobby into the clutches of her ex-
boss.
She was back in less than two minutes with a wheelchair
and a nurse, and after covering the massive trunk of
his cock (purely in case anyone was passing!) they
manhandled Bobby out of the car and into the chair,
securely strapping him in.
The nurse, who was totally unprepared for the spectacle
of Bobby’s giant, fully-erect cock, gasped out loud as
his step-mom reverently levered it back inside the silk
dressing gown.
"Yes, nurse, you can see the result of his wickedness,
can’t you?" Ellen Highwater casually rubbed the foot-
long sausage through the silk with her free hand, as
together they wheeled Bobby down the central corridor.
"This little boy has got a lot of stored-up badness –
d’you think you wonderful ladies here at the clinic
will be able to empty it all out?"
"Oh yes, ma’am," the nurse answered promptly, (Ellen
thought for a moment she was actually going to CURTSEY)
"Doctor Lessmilker has told us all that we must use
every means at our disposal to make sure little Bobby
achieves his full potential."
Ellen was nodding seriously on the outside, and
laughing gleefully to herself. Yes, this little chap
was certainly going to be put through the wringer.
Bobby, on the other hand, was still blissfully unaware
of what awaited him through the double doors ahead.
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Hope you liked part 3... lots more to come as long as
the old imagination doesn't dry up. Keep your e-mails
coming - they are very much appreciated, and have
provided some excellent ideas that I will be
incorporating in future chapters.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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