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 Stretched To Fit {ShellyR} (FFFFfff spank exhib mast medical fist)
Author: ShellyR
Title: Stretched To Fit
Summary: Julie Harrison has just become pregnant, and her friends take
every opportunity to

   abuse her, as does the doctor and the midwife
Keywords: FFFFfff, spank, exhib, mast, medical, fist



   STF Stretched To Fit

   Julie Harrison, was a new, young wife, only 23 years old, having little
experience of the world, in fact, she seemed rather naive, and her friends
would always seize advantage of this to wind her up at every opportunity.
When she became pregnant after enticing her husband Matthew to make love to
her in various wild acrobatic positions, on her friend's advice of course,
Julie was absolutely thrilled.  She was really looking forward to
motherhood, and quite bubbled over with enthusiasm, but this became tainted
immediately by her friends mischievous jokes about huge babies at
childbirth.  They told several gruesome tales of mothers being ripped open
by the baby's head, especially when the woman was petite like Julie, so
quickly they talked her into letting them see how big she was.

   Despite her embarrassment, she lifted her skirt in front of them all,
then kept still as her plain panties were pulled down to her spread knees,
and female hands freely roamed over her most secret private places.  Gently
her labia were parted, and a finger eased into her vaginal mouth, then a
second finger slipped inside, but the third finger hardly entered at all.
Julie felt someone behind grasping her hips, followed by a stabbing pain in
her quim as the fingers were suddenly rammed into her protesting hole.  She
begged them to cease, her love tunnel tightening even more as she became
truly frightened that her lower passage was too small for having this
prospective infant.

   Smiling spitefully one of these friends started to tell a story about
pussy stretching, where some young expectant mothers have to take
increasing numbers of slim fingers inside their tight little cunny, slowly
opening them wide.  Julie gasped as she was told that some women were even
taken as far as fist fucking before their baby could be delivered.  The
ladies now encouraged her to get Matthew to finger her as often as
possible, asking him for more fingers each time, assuring the nervous young
wife that she would soon be stretched wide enough to fit a baby's head. 
Julie followed their advice, much to her husband's delight, frequently
spreading her legs for his probing hand, gritting her teeth while she
begged him to push three fingers even harder into the entrance of her
straining pussy.

   Matthew could see they were getting nowhere, and took his distraught
wife down to their local surgery, to see the family doctor, Brian Weston.
After explaining that his wife was pregnant, and her great concern about
the birth in view of her tight vagina, Matthew asked if there was anything
the doctor could do, possibly stretching Julie's pussy surgically if that
was necessary.  Dr Weston agreed that Mrs Harrison should be examined,
first to confirm her pregnancy, then to assess fully the size of her
internal equipment, and whether it actually needed modifying.  Buzzing his
intercom, the doctor asked if Tracy Moran, the midwife, could come through
and help him.  Julie began to feel rather uneasy as the doctor frankly
explained about the situation to his midwife, especially when broad
sinister smiles lit up both their faces as they agreed that it would be
possible.  First thing on the agenda was a full examination, an internal,
and Julie was instructed to undress, completely, but wasn't allowed to use
the small modesty screen.  She had to stand in full view of the other three
people, and remove each item of clothing as the doctor told her to. 
Finally she was completely naked, but now she had to face each person, with
her legs open, then turn around, and bend right over, so that every
personal detail was fully displayed to them, gasping lustfully as each one
stroked her presented pussy slit.



   Julie was helped onto an examination couch, laid on her back, and her
legs were placed in stirrups, both her ankles and her knees being strapped
down firmly.  Pushing the supports right out to the side, so that Mrs
Harrison's crotch was fully displayed, Dr Weston next examined her vulva in
great detail, parting the large outer labia to reveal the pink inner flesh.
Tracy held open these soft fleshy petals, while the doctor manipulated
Julie's slim inner sex lips, rubbing right along the damp central groove.
Neither of them wore gloves, and Julie could feel their warm hands touching
on her sensitive flesh as they opened up her most secret places to their
scrutiny.

   Placing one hand onto her tummy, just above her pubic bush, Brian Weston
slid a finger inside his patient's vagina, feeling around the various
reproductive organs to determine if she was actually pregnant.  Pressing
hard onto her tummy pushed her womb downwards, and he could clearly feel
the small foetus now growing inside her.  Carefully avoiding any damage to
this developing baby, Dr Weston massaged the back of Julie's bladder,
pressing on it till she was desperate for the toilet.  Inspecting her
vagina meticulously, the doctor admitted that she was slightly undersize in
that area, and agreed to stretch her passage as much as possible before the
baby arrived.

   Matthew Harrison was invited to watch closely while the doctor
manipulated his wife's pussy, and he observed every detail as the man
scooped up some Vaseline and rubbed it vigorously into her flesh.  Slowly
the doctor's finger penetrated her love passage till it was fully embedded,
then he frigged her until she started to twitch on the table.  A second
finger was added, and Julie was masturbated a little more, then the
doctor's third finger entered her love opening.  Julie Harrison was now
panting with pain rather than sexual excitement, while Dr Weston pressed
his three fingers harder and harder into her tiny resisting pussy. 
Pointing out the white flesh, stretched tight round his long digits, Brian
Weston said that this was nearly the limit that a woman's quim could be
expanded without inflicting severe pain.

   Nevertheless, he jammed his fingers in another half an inch, explaining
that these female cunts could stretch considerably further without
sustaining great physical damage.  Julie moaned deep in her throat as her
delicate cunny was distended by the three invading fingers, but the sharp
pain soon subsided to an ache.  Dr Weston said he'd got a present for her,
something special for small women like herself, then he returned with the
chrome surgical steel shining in his left hand.  Julie Harrison's heart
skipped a beat in panic, and she tried to move to escape this monstrous
device, but her fastenings made any attempt at movement useless.  The
vaginal spreader glinted in the bright lights.  A host of oblong holes were
drilled right through the shiny steel, allowing sensitive flesh to ooze
through, slowly exuded by the expanding pressure as the device was opened
wider.

   "I want to see deep inside you", said the cruel doctor, "and let
everyone else see too.  How wide do you think your sex can spread?  I'll
bet no man has opened your fleshy walls as wide as I will."

   Brian Weston placed the spreader's frigid steel into the entrance of his
patient's slit, ignoring her quiet sobbing as she felt the chilly metal
slide deeper and deeper until it could go absolutely no further.  Tracy
next positioned a mirror between Mrs Harrison's legs so she could view her
own plain sex with this chrome invader as it parted her delicate labia,
which were usually closed tight.  Her sex gaped open at her, widening as
she watched, each turn of the screw unfurling all her innermost secrets,
one inch widening further to an uncomfortable second, and then to a painful
third.

   "Now you look beautiful, Julie," cooed the midwife, "smooth, and ever so
shiny inside.  The sight of your walls oozing through the chrome is
delightful, and your erect clitoris is sticking right out of its wrinkled
little pink hood, just begging to be petted."

   Mrs Harrison twitched against her tight restraints as Tracy Moran
stroked a red nail along the exposed, sensitive flesh of her love button,
then Dr Weston roughly massaged her clitoris, and finally Matthew, her
husband, frigged her till she helplessly panted up to a shattering climax.
Matthew Harrison was then instructed by the doctor to repeat these
stretching exercises every single evening.  The steel vaginal spreader was
to be inserted for an hour before he tried to shove as many fingers as
possible up his wife's small pussy, then it was to be replaced for a
further hour afterwards.

   The medical people both advised him to pay special attention over
Julie's clitoris, rubbing it very hard throughout the stretching procedure,
and ensuring that she orgasmed at each individual stage.  Dr Weston told
Mrs Harrison she was to visit the surgery every month during her pregnancy
for an ante-natal check-up, where he would monitor the progress being made
in her vaginal enlargement.  Additionally, each week, the midwife was going
to organise a home visit to help Julie stretch her pussy, then endeavour to
develop her breasts, which were also rather small for feeding purposes.

   Releasing his patient from the examination table, the doctor made her
walk around the room several times to get accustomed to this spreader
wedged inside her.  All three of them watched avidly when Julie's abused
little pussy twisted from side to side with each step, as the harsh
stainless steel device moved around inside her widely stretched passageway.
Tracy handed the patient her dress, telling her to slip it on, meanwhile
she put all of the remaining clothing into her handbag, telling Mrs
Harrison that she was to travel home without any underwear.  Leaving the
doctor's office, they made an appointment for the ante-natal clinic in four
weeks time, then returned to their car.  The journey home was especially
uncomfortable for Julie since she was sat on the protruding mouth of that
cruel vaginal spreader, and every bump in the road rammed it hard into her
tender quim.  Matthew insisted that she wear this nasty device for the full
hour, as the doctor had instructed, but to make it easier to cope, he put
his finger on Julie's clitoris and then frigged her to orgasm.

   During the next few days Matthew forced his wife to insert the steel
speculum as soon as they woke up, making her wear it all through breakfast.
He would next shove three fingers hard into her vagina as soon as the
gadget had been removed, ramming them deeper in every time, then
masturbating her up to a highly painful climax.  Without waiting for Julie
to regain her breath, he slipped those shiny metal legs between her pouting
nether lips, and slowly turned the long screw.  Gradually the love mouth
eased open, parting even wider as those smooth steel plates dilated the
tiny vagina, stretching the woman's delicate internal walls.  When her
sexual entrance was nearly splitting, the tender flesh turning white under
the strain, and the poor woman gasping out for breath, he finally stopped
turning that punishing screw.  Matthew left her in this state while he went
to work, and Julie obediently cleared away the breakfast things with her
lower hole gaping painfully open.  After the required hour had elapsed, she
thankfully removed the vicious spreader, luxuriating in the empty sensation
between her strained thighs.  When her husband returned at teatime, she
once more submitted to the painful stretching of her soft womanly parts,
spending two more hours in perfect agony.



   The following Monday morning, about 11 am, Julie answered a knock at the
front door, and was somewhat surprised to see Tracy Moran, the midwife
standing there.  Inviting the woman inside, they went into the lounge, and
after a few pleasantries Julie was asked to describe how her pussy
stretching exercises were proceeding up to now, having to disclose every
intimate detail.  Tracy was sitting on the settee, and she instructed the
pregnant housewife to stand in front of her, slowly raising the hem of her
dress.  Obediently, Julie assumed the indicated position, lifting the
bottom of her dress higher and higher, until her legs, lacy satin panties,
and her lower tummy were completely displayed.  She gasped softly as the
midwife's hands ran along her firm thighs, fondling the satin covered
mound, then over her plump buttocks, finally stroking the delicate skin of
her tummy.

   Tracy slipped the waistband gradually lower down, now exposing the
prominent mound, with its soft pubic bush, finally revealing Julie's large
fleshy labia, thrusting out from her groin.  Following the midwife's very
precise directions, the woman stepped out of her tiny panties, parted her
ankles, and eased her narrow hips forward.  Tracy Moran began to gently
stroke Mrs Harrison's pubis, pulling and twisting the tangled brown fur,
slowly stroking those pouting outer petals.  With each stimulating touch
she informed her patient that these formerly private parts of her young
figure would no longer be kept secret, she intended to become knowledgeable
about every portion of Julie's sex flesh.  Sliding a long finger into the
damp crevice, Tracy found the hard button of this woman's clitoris, erect
from the sensual touching of her presented cunny.  Stroking it with her
nail, she thrilled as Mrs Harrison groaned, and propelled her hips forward.

   Reaching between the spread thighs with her other hand, the midwife
eased two fingers into her patient's tight vagina, pushing them deeper each
time Julie's pelvis lunged towards her.  Finally, they became fully
embedded, Tracy watching while Julie humped herself on the intruding
fingers, breathing hard as her passion quickly mounted.  There was a
plaintive cry of disappointment when the fingers were removed, and Julie
was more than willing to remove her dress and lace bra, revealing her full
nudity to this older woman.

   Kneeling in front of the sofa with her shoulders back, thrusting her
small breasts forward, Mrs Harrison tried to keep quite still as Tracy
manipulated the firm globes of tittie flesh.  They were squeezed, twisted,
and pulled into all sorts of distorted shapes, then the midwife
concentrated on the hard pink nipples.  Julie cried loudly as they were
rolled between finger and thumb, then Tracy gripped both breasts, and
squeezed harder and harder, inflating her teats to twice their normal
extent.  Reaching into her bag, the midwife pulled out a leather strap,
wrapped it around the base of Julie's breast, then buckled it fairly tight.
Taking a second broad strap and securing the other tit, Tracy Moran
explained that she wanted to work on her nipples, trying to clear out the
milk ducts.

   When Julie ventured to explain that she wasn't producing any milk yet,
she was told that all women start to lactate during their period, that's
why their breasts got swollen.  Usually it went away after a couple of
days, and the fluid leaked through the teats and was washed away during a
shower, hardly being noticed.  Unfortunately, it tended to block the ducts
down the nipple, so Julie would now have hers cleaned out thoroughly, and
all the dried, solidified breast milk was going to be removed.  This would
allow initial lactation to be started up in the next few weeks, then she
could be brought into full production of mother's milk well before the
birth date.



   The midwife tightened those straps round the pregnant woman's tit flesh,
forcing each globe to swell up until it was solid, and the pink nipple
protruded like a cherry.  Once more Tracy Moran rolled these inflated teats
between her fingers, pressing really firmly while she worked back to
include the darker aureole.  Gasping with each twist of her tender nipple,
Mrs Harrison begged despondently to be treated gently, but the midwife
maintained that this amount of severe manipulation was required.  After
fifteen minutes, Tracy brought a long, blunt wire from her bag, explaining
that it was a milk duct pin, and began to work it into the small
indentations in Julie's nipples.  Gradually she dug the lance deeper and
deeper into the young woman's hard teat, twisting it round slightly, and
dragging out a yellow, waxy paste which she casually wiped on the severely
bound bosom.  Mrs Harrison moaned and whined, as each of the ten main milk
ducts were scraped out by the midwife, then her other nipple was ruthlessly
attended to.

   Tracy Moran now returned to manipulating this expectant Mom's titties,
smiling as she was crying from the soreness in her hard nipples.  The nurse
viciously pinched and twisted the dark end of each bloated tit, gripped the
aureole, then pulled really hard, slowly letting that compressed flesh
slide between her fingers.  She repeated this most punishing action at
least a dozen times on each tied breast, then once more poked out the
obstructions with her milk duct pin.  It needed four repetitions before
Tracy was finally satisfied with her patient's progress, and the wretched
woman let out a sigh of relief to hear this portion of her treatment was
now finished with, at least for today.  The midwife cleaned all the residue
from Julie's breasts, wiping her sore nipples with a cloth, then told her
to watch how well she'd done.

   Gripping one bound globe tightly, she squeezed it hard with one hand,
then rolled the bulging nipple between her firm fingers.  Mrs Harrison was
amazed to see a thick yellow paste discharge from around her swollen teat,
oozing out painfully from the milk ducts.  Increasing amounts were expelled
until her whole nipple was covered in the repulsive stuff, then her other
tit was agonizingly milked of it's own thick waste.  The midwife explained
that she would finish cleaning out the ducts next week, and would probably
be able to force some thin fluid from her mammary glands before she was
done with her.  They could then get on with milking them properly, first
expressing both boobs manually, then getting her husband to suckle on her
teats.  Lactation would increase very quickly following that, so Tracy
promised to supply a breast pump to stimulate full production as soon as
possible.

   Julie Harrison heaved a sigh of relief when her imprisoned titties were
finally released, massaging the tender flesh, then she obediently fetched
one of her husband's cheap disposable razors from their bathroom upstairs.
The midwife took her into the large kitchen, instructed her to lay over the
table with her legs apart, then explained how those hairs on her labia kept
getting in the way.  Tracy announced that she was going to shave the
woman's sex lips completely bare, although her pubic bush would be left
intact just for the moment.  Moving with careful strokes, she took great
pleasure in removing every hair from the top of Julie's slit, right round
to the small of her back.  The crease of her bottom was shaved smooth, as
well as the puckered little anus.  Bringing over a mirror, the midwife
showed her young patient the result, pointing out the pleasing, clean lines
of her slit, even pressing one finger into the tight anal ring.  While
Tracy frigged her bottom, Julie was commanded to tickle her own erect
clitoris till she writhed in a sensuous orgasm.



   Matthew Harrison was thrilled by his wife's smooth shaven vulva, diving
his head between her thighs immediately, to suck her labia and quickly
stiffening clitoris.  Julie pressed her husband's face into her crotch,
rubbing her hot, throbbing cunt against his nose and mouth, as she was
brought to an orgasm.  Taking Julie's skirt from her, Matthew left her
naked below the waist as he now slowly inserted that ruthless steel
spreader into her pulsating vagina.  Turning the screw, he watched his
wife's delicate, hairless labia stretching as her love hole was forced
open, the smooth sex lips beautifully setting off those two shiny, metal
handles protruding between her legs.  Julie winced as the callous steel
legs expanded her lower passageway even further than it had been opened
before, almost splitting her vulva in half.

   Walking round the kitchen to prepare tea was extremely uncomfortable,
even though the constant movement inside her cunny stimulated her at every
step she took.  When she was finally laid back across their settee, and
Matthew shoved his fingers harder and harder into her gaping quim, Julie
screamed in climax as four fingers slid inside her.  Turning his hand
round, so that the knuckles massaged just inside his wife's cunt mouth,
Matthew frigged her clit, and hand fucked her pussy, both at the same time.
Julie was completely breathless when her husband finally finished the
stretching session, and she hardly noticed as he once more fitted the
vaginal spreader up her quim.  Every day she was opened up further and
further, often extremely painfully, but all the agony was outweighed by the
intense sexual feelings rushing through her body.

   When Tracy Moran called on her the following week, Julie was almost glad
to see her, even though she knew the midwife's visit would be very
distressing.  Once more there was a full examination, conducted in a truly
unprofessional manner, with Julie being forced to display herself
provocatively, then having her developing, pregnant figure sensually
fondled by this midwife.  She encouraged the situation though, by wearing
her favourite black silk underwear, trimmed with lace, thin suspender belt,
with dark stockings, uplift bra, and loose French knickers.  Tracy
complimented her on the effort she'd taken to look so nice, promising to
bring along with her the address of a good lingerie designer she knew of
where Julie could get a Basque, and a waspie corset made.  This man was a
real artist of incredible ability at producing sensual underwear for
pregnant ladies, especially young mothers like herself.  Nurse Moran said
she'd write very detailed instructions, so Mrs Harrison could be fitted
into some beautiful corsets that not only looked tantalising, but with the
adjustment of discrete laces would exert some extensive restriction,
without damaging this growing baby.

   The midwife finally stopped fondling her young patient, removed her thin
blouse and skirt, leaving her dressed in just her sexy undies, then asked
her to make them both a drink of coffee.  Mrs Harrison felt really
uncomfortable being partly undressed, while this nurse was fully attired in
her crisp uniform, and they just sat drinking a coffee as if everything was
normal.  Sensing the woman's unease at the situation, Nurse Moran added to
it, describing how this morning's little visit would be conducted.  Julie
was going to remove her bra so that her nipples could be worked on again,
this time until they'd been thoroughly cleaned out.  The milk duct pin
would be inserted right down the middle of her breast before they finished,
and her small titties were undoubtedly going to be milked.  The midwife
said she would also check just how far she had been stretched, hopefully,
she'd be able to force her complete fist inside of Julie this morning.

   Julie Harrison's heart began pounding hard at the prospect of her
imminent suffering as she slowly stripped off her black lace bra, baring
her firm titties to the midwife.  Placing both hands behind her back, then
obediently thrusting her chest forward, she gasped as her delicate bosom
was gripped, twisted and pulled all about.  Cruel fingers pinched her erect
nipples, dragging them right out, rolling them painfully, and screwing them
both round.  Tracy Moran fetched the two leather straps from her bag, again
securing them around the base of Julie's breasts, then buckling them up
really tight.  Each globe swelled out until it was rock hard, and the
nipples stuck right out like radio knobs, then Tracy took out her slim milk
duct pin, and began to work it into the small depressions in the woman's
nipples.

   Gradually she dug the pin further into the young woman's swollen teat,
twisting it round, and dragging out the thick yellow, paste which she then
wiped uncaringly on to the severely bound bosom.  Mrs Harrison moaned and
whined just as she'd done last week, while the ten milk ducts along her
sensitive nipples were very thoroughly scraped out by the midwife.  Putting
the pin down, Nurse Moran firmly gripped her patient's breast, squeezing
hard, then told her to watch as she rolled the inflated nipple between her
finger and thumb.  Tugging at it as if she were milking a cow, the nurse
gradually expelled a thick slimy paste from those tiny indents in the
woman's teat.  Wiping this filthy residue off, she then continued pulling,
the discharge quickly getting much thinner until it was a pale fluid,
flowing from the end of Julie's tittie.

   Turning her attention to the other bound breast, the midwife forced all
the waste material through this nipple, once more getting the insipid white
liquid to squeeze out of the engorged teat.  Taking her patient into the
kitchen, Tracy removed Julie's black satin French knickers, made her sit on
a chair, then stood behind her to demonstrate how to express her own
breasts.  Julie was amazed at how readily the milk was extracted from her
titties, although the nurse was squeezing rather hard.  When it was her
turn, she hardly drew anything out, and Tracy showed her that she had to
really compress her breast, and pinch very hard at the base of her aureole
as she dragged it forward.  After a few more attempts, Mrs Harrison was
getting the hang of expressing her developing breasts, milking both titties
quite competently.  The thin white liquid dripped from her nipples onto her
belly, soaking the small growing bulge, running down to saturate her pubic
mound.

   The midwife called a halt, instructing the expectant mother that she
needed to milk herself after every meal, in order to stimulate the
introductory lactation.  Julie was ordered to stand, and bend over her
chair, which had a large pool of mother's milk in it, then spread her legs
apart to display her hot cunny.  The whole of her crotch was wet through
with milk, and Tracy massaged this into the flesh, rubbing strongly at her
warm slit, then slipping her fingers into the woman's vagina.  Panting with
deep sexual excitement, Mrs Harrison was frigged hard, three fingers wedged
right into her cunny, then the midwife pressed her shoulders down.  Slowly
she bent further over, until her face sank almost into the puddle of milk
on her chair, then Tracy commanded her to lap it all up, while she had her
vulva severely stretched.  Nurse Moran explained to young Julie that since
she'd been having her tight little vagina worked on for several weeks now,
she was going to force her whole hand into Julie's pussy today.  Once this
had been accomplished, she would fist fuck her, and she was only going to
finish when every drop of milk was gone.  If Julie wanted any relief at
all, she would have to consume her own fresh milk.

   Tracy Moran watched as the young woman submissively lapped up the thin
breast milk, laughing as she grimaced at its sour taste, but assuring her
that it would taste sweeter over this next few weeks as she was milked even
more.  Oiling her hand, the nurse gradually shoved more of her fingers
inside this figure leant over in front of her, masturbating the greatly
stretched orifice.  Mrs Harrison squealed as those knuckles were jammed
forcefully into her cunny, but she was reminded that all the milk had to be
drunk before she could finish this.  The nurse paused when her hand finally
entered completely, allowing Julie to adjust to such an intense expansion
before she continued to thrust herself deeper into that straining
passageway.  The forlorn woman was drinking, panting and squealing as her
extremely delicate private parts were ruthlessly violated, alternating
passion from the stimulation, with excruciating agony when her love mouth
nearly ripped open.  Finally the milk was all gone, but Julie was so close
to orgasm, she just pushed her hips backward, onto the invading hand, as
torrents of pleasure washed over her.

   Mrs Harrison felt strangely empty as she was sincerely congratulated on
her excellent progress, hot flashes of passion still rippling through her
loins.  It felt as though her cunny was pouting like a mouth, striving to
suck something inside herself.  She was hardly aware of Tracy as she put
her things away, nodding passively as she was instructed to leave those
straps around her bound breasts for several hours more.  Opening the front
door, and standing just outside, the midwife invited Julie to step forward,
and the woman obligingly spread her legs as three fingers delved inside her
quim.  It was only when she was told to stay where she was that Julie
realised she was wearing merely her suspender belt and stockings, while she
stood at her front doorway, in full view of the whole street.  However, she
didn't move as Tracy walked to the gate, despite the fact that she shouted
back to her that she would return again next week to continue working on
her titties.

   Remaining where she was, Julie positioned her hands behind her,
thrusting her bound breasts further forward, trembling with deep
embarrassment and unstoppable passion.  She spread her knees, and pushed
her hips out, showing off her naked pussy, watching as the midwife now
drove away, wondering what her neighbours would think if they were watching
her now.  Adding to this thrill, she turned round, and bent over to pick
something up, showing her bottom and the groove between her thighs to
anyone who was looking her way.  When she at last closed the door, she
could hardly stand upright, gripping a bound breast in one hand, and
jamming her fingers deep into her soggy pulsing cunt.  Once more she
frigged herself to a hot shattering orgasm, writhing about in passion on
the hall carpet.

   After tea was finished, later that evening, Julie was fitted with her
brutal pussy stretcher again, then she told her husband about the midwife
cleaning out her titties.  Passing over a cup, Matthew asked his wife to
milk herself now, and watched enthralled as she expressed a small amount of
pale liquid from her swollen nipples.  Releasing his long, erect prick from
his trousers, Matthew wanked himself slowly as he bent across, and fixed
his mouth around his wife's right nipple, while she milked the left one. 
Sucking hard, and working his teeth round the base of Julie's erect brown
teat, Matthew almost came as the bitter fluid squirted into his mouth. 
Pushing his throbbing loins forward, he nudged at his wife's damp quim, and
even though the vaginal spreader obstructed his way he inserted his solid
cock down the steel lined passageway.  Harshly, Matthew lunged forwards
with hot animal craving in his genitals.

   Inflamed by passion, Matthew Harrison thrust even deeper into his wife's
pussy, rubbing against the highly sensitive flesh squeezed between the
vicious metal legs holding her vagina open.  The touch stimulated them both
profoundly, Julie reaching down to grip her husband's buttocks and drag him
deeper into herself, ramming his prick against her pouting cervix.  She
could feel the fluid being dragged out through her nipples as Matthew
increased the suction on her fat titties, and she begged him to suck
harder. During the next few weeks, Julie was fucked like a rabbit, whether
or not she had the steel spreader already wedged inside her, and her
growing boobs were extensively sucked dry each time.  In addition, Matthew
watched as he made her express milk from each bulging nipple into a beaker
after breakfast and tea, then she even repeated it after lunch, when she
was on her own.

   By now her tummy was swelling up quite noticeably, a beautiful firm
bulge stretching the waistband of all her clothes, and the skin was pulling
really tight.  Nurse Moran had started to oil her growing tummy and
breasts, to reduce those stretch marks, making Julie lie on the kitchen
table while she massaged her strained flesh really strongly.  When her
breasts were pummelled and squeezed, the milk flowed all over the place,
drenching the expectant mother, and the kitchen table.  Lactation had
indeed increased really quickly following the initial start, and Tracy had
promised she would supply a breast pump, for proper milking, in order to
stimulate complete production without delay.

   Mrs Harrison was quite surprised when the midwife had brought the pump
round, as she'd expected a plastic funnel device, with a red rubber bulb to
create the suction.  This piece of apparatus looked much more heavy duty,
with a transparent cup almost as big as the breast itself, and what
appeared to be a huge car tyre foot pump.  Tracy assembled the device,
showing the young woman just how each piece fitted together, then sat her
down at the end of the table, resting her left breast in the open mouth of
the cup.  Explaining that it was best with a second person to operate the
pump, Nurse Moran depressed the handle slowly, seating her patient's tittie
in the plastic cup.  As the suction increased, Julie's breast was drawn
into the transparent holder, reducing in diameter when it entered the
narrowing tube.  Gradually the breast grew much longer as it was sucked
further in, and the brown nipple began to exude its milk.

   The midwife explained that a constant pressure was not good for
stimulating lactation, while rapid increases imitated a baby suckling its
mother's breast.  Pressing the handle down, again and again, Tracy dragged
the large tittie even further into the cup, stretching it right out as the
white breast milk sprayed from the duct openings in the teats.  Repeating
this procedure on the other breast, the nurse slowly milked that one as
well, then poured the freshly expressed fluid into two cups, drinking from
one of them herself and instructing the pregnant woman to drink her own
milk.  While these two women were sat consuming the fresh mother's milk,
Julie Harrison was informed that she was to drink every drop that she
expressed.

   After a short rest, Tracy demonstrated some clever attachments for the
breast pump, fitting a plastic ring into the entrance to narrow it. 
Placing the cup onto Julie's tittie, Tracy pressed the handle, sucking the
fleshy globe through this severe restriction of the entrance.  Mrs Harrison
moaned while her breast swelled up behind this narrow ring, dividing her
tittie into two, then Tracy had to pull really hard to get it off.  Fitting
another control ring inside the plastic cup, one with a much smaller hole
then replacing the first one, Tracy Moran again applied pressure.

   Julie was squealing now as not only her breast became restricted, but
also her erect nipple was forced through the very narrow hole like
toothpaste, breast milk squirting out all over.  Nurse Moran pressed on
that pump lever again and again, laughingly saying how much she liked to
examine girls with big fat nipples, which Julie certainly brandished.  Mrs
Harrison thought her teat was going to explode as it was now sucked even
further through the constricted opening set in the centre of the plate as
the pressure increased.  Painfully blown up to the size of her own thumb,
Julie stared in amazement at her enormous nipple, dripping with warm breast
milk.  The midwife reassured her that it would shrink back almost to its
original size once this intense pressure was taken off, but added
spitefully that by the time she had the baby, both nipples would be even
larger than they seemed now.  Young infants liked to have plenty in their
mouth while they were feeding, and she'd no doubt Mr Harrison would enjoy
making good use of a decent size tit end.

   Julie was relieved when that plastic breast cup was removed, and as her
other boob was gradually sucked out of shape, she admitted in between gasps
of pain that she'd not realised how many changes having a baby involved. 
Saying she didn't mind too greatly though because she'd heard how it
wouldn't take too long after the birth before she got her nice girlish
shape back, she squealed as Tracy really stepped up the suction again.  The
midwife gripped her free nipple, and twisted it viciously, telling the
helpless woman that she might have a remarkably long wait, then she
revealed a little of Dr Weston's health plan for her.  It was the doctor's
intention that as the baby grew older, it wouldn't be weaned completely off
the breast, and onto solid food, like normal children.  Julie was going to
be kept lactating for as long as possible, always giving her child its
drinks from her breasts, and supplying milk for the rest of their household
as well.

   Tracy gripped her small breast, squeezed it hard, and told her to
imagine opening her dress front to breast feed a six year old whilst
outside in the park, or else in some restaurant in town.  Julie sobbed at
the thought of having constantly to expose herself publicly, though her
pussy fluttered treacherously at her total helplessness in this situation.
During those next four months her pregnant body developed rapidly as the
baby grew inside her tummy, helped along greatly by her husband, the
doctor, and many regular visits from the midwife.  Tracy could easily fit
her hand right up the woman's pussy now, as could her husband Matthew,
though he still had to struggle, and the midwife was often using a clenched
fist.

   Following one of Julie's routine examinations at home, and after her
swollen tummy and large tits had been massaged with oil, Tracy took her
through to the lounge, telling her to stand facing the window.  Nurse Moran
now explained that since Julie was already six months pregnant, it was time
to heighten her training and development.  Unhooking the net curtains from
the wide lounge window, Tracy told her patient she was going to be put on
public display much more from here on.  Mrs Harrison was ordered to
maintain an unobstructed view into the lounge area throughout the day, only
closing the curtains after their tea was finished.  She was also to remove
any other net curtain from their bedrooms so that anyone out in the street
could see right inside.  However, she would be allowed to close the normal
curtains, from when it became dark, until they went up to bed.  Tracy added
that she would also expect Julie to leave the bedside lights on while she
and Matthew made love, making sure that they put on a really good show for
anyone watching through their open bedroom window.



   Nurse Moran now announced that the next period of normal physical
development for any expectant Mom was to have all her pubic hairs removed,
so that her pussy would be perfectly clean and alluring, and free from any
obstruction.  Julie had to fetch some hot water, soap, and one of Matthew's
razors, then stand in full view of the street while the midwife carefully
shaved her cunny bald.  Several people walked past the low front fence, and
the woman from number three spent quite a while stood still, looking
through the window while her already nude figure was made as bare as a
young child.  Julie's heart sank as Dawn Blanchard waved to her from the
gate, coming up the path towards the house, since she was the woman who
caused most trouble for her at their recent coffee mornings.  She explained
to Tracy that someone was coming to visit, with every expectation that
they'd assume some degree of decency until their visitor had gone.

   Julie was surprised when she was told to stand still, while Tracy
answered the door, but this feeling turned to bewilderment as the nurse
brought Dawn into the lounge.  Inviting her to sit on the sofa, where she
could see properly, the midwife explained how she was just shaving Julie's
pubic hair off, partly in preparation for the forthcoming delivery of her
new baby.  Dawn looked intently at Julie's soaped up pubes, already half
shaved, just down one side, admitting that she liked to see a nice smooth
cunt mound.  In her opinion, the young wives of today were far too uppity,
and they should all have their pubic hair totally removed just to remind
them they were still only children.  Tracy agreed, saying that many of her
new Mom's were really awkward to care for, but once they had their pussy
shaved absolutely bald, they became much more submissive to gentle
guidance. Dawn Blanchard watched with great interest as her young neighbour
was gradually denuded beneath this bulging tummy, and she reached out to
gently stroke Julie when she was thoroughly shaved.

   Mrs Blanchard revealed how she'd kept her own two daughters bare in
between their legs ever since high school, just as a matter of family
discipline.  Parents seemed to be far too lax today, and most children had
no respect.  Authority was maintained in their house by weekly accounting
for mistakes, where she and her husband bathed each child properly, with
detailed attention to normally private places, just to start things
progressing.  Both of her daughters, and her son, were then extensively
shaved in full view of everyone else, the pubis being the first area to
receive attention.  If needed, buttocks were now spread apart in order to
remove light hairs from around the anus, then the armpits, down the arms,
the legs, and in the case of her son, even his chest was kept nicely
smooth.

   Mrs Harrison's pubic mound was now shaved completely bald, and Dawn
asked if she could oil it, letting Tracy pour baby oil into her hand, then
massaging it into the soft, smooth flesh.  Slipping a slim finger along the
central groove, Dawn Blanchard asked the midwife if a patient was allowed
to enjoy sexual stimulation while pregnant, being assured that it was an
important part of her treatment.  Rubbing the erect clitoris, and watching
with pleasure as Julie wriggled her hips, Mrs Blanchard told Tracy that she
agreed fully with her inclusion of sensual arousal.  Following her own
children's punishment with the cane, they were often rewarded with lustful
touching of their sexual equipment until each of them reached climax. 
Masturbation was never allowed in private, only in front of the whole
family, and if their sexual frustrations were not satisfied, they could ask
permission to orgasm again.  Usually her daughters manoeuvred events so
they enjoyed three or four orgasms every single week.

   Dawn Blanchard continued to frig her neighbour's fiery sex slit, asking
the midwife whether the woman had managed to get her pussy stretched for
the new baby yet, as she'd been the one to suggest Julie have this done. 
Tracy oiled her hand, then invited Dawn to watch as she gradually pushed
her fingers, her knuckles, and then her whole hand inside Julie's straining
cunt.  A large grin spread across Dawn Blanchard's face as she watched
Julie having a fisted hand rammed up into her vagina, then shoved right
inside up to her cervix.  Nurse Moran asked Dawn if she wanted to push her
own hand up Julie's wet cunny, which she eagerly accepted, and the midwife
held her patient's sexlips open while Dawn worked her own fingers deep
inside.  Mrs Harrison was now being abused by two very brutal women, as
they viciously frigged and stretched her really private places.

   Punishing her delicate vulva wasn't the only torment they inflicted on
her, Tracy took her into the kitchen for a harrowing demonstration of how
she had both her swelling breasts bound with leather straps, then
thoroughly milked.  Mrs Blanchard was utterly thrilled to be allowed to
observe these things, as well as taking part in them, and thanked the
midwife profusely.  Nurse Moran said she was happy to oblige, then
suggested that Dawn might visit her neighbour more regularly, helping in
her development, as well as having quite a bit of fun herself.  Julie was
just devastated when Mrs Blanchard accepted Tracy's proposition since this
would mean more brutal suffering for her to endure, and quite often as
well.

   During the next two weeks, Julie was really put through her paces by her
three tormentors, especially from Dawn Blanchard, who came round several
times during those weeks.  Public exposure was still very difficult for
Julie to cope with, and she was sure that most of the street had seen her
naked figure through the lounge window during the day.  Matthew was all in
favour of having the curtains open, when his wife explained what the
midwife wanted, and nearly every night he made love to Julie in a standing,
or rear kneeling position, in full view of the open window.

   Tracy Moran came round again, inflicting her usual severe humiliation on
her defenceless plaything, shaving, fisting, and milking her, then adding
another degradation to her treatment.  Making Julie lie down on the table,
the midwife brought out a doll from her bag and showed it to her.  It was
like a full size, newborn infant, and Tracy rested it on the woman's
bulging tummy, rubbing oil onto its head, as she next described how this
doll was to be used.  Since the baby's head was the largest feature that
would be forced down a mother's vagina, Julie would now have to spread her
legs while the doll's head was shoved inside her.  To make things easier,
Nurse Moran fist fucked the exposed cunny for several minutes before
placing that plastic head against the clearly swollen labia and pressing
really hard.

   Mrs Harrison was told to bear down as she'd been taught for the real
birth in ante-natal classes, then each time she relaxed, the doll's small
head was rammed into her vaginal entrance.  Gradually her straining love
hole was forced open, the baby's head working its way deeper into her
violated passage.  The midwife worked hard to thrust the baby doll further
and further inside her patient's struggling vulva, laughing at her cries of
anguish, telling Julie to wait till the real baby was ripping her open. 
Finally the head was fully inserted, and Julie was positive she'd been
ripped open but after only a short rest, the nurse made her stand up. 
Holding her patient's arm, the midwife ordered her to walk a few unsteady
steps.  Taking her to the hall mirror, Tracy told her to study the way her
pussy stretched easily around this imitation baby's head.

   Julie Harrison was amazed to see the toy doll suspended from her lovely
smooth pussy, its little body dangling between her strong thighs, and the
larger bulge of her own baby sticking right out above it.  The midwife made
her walk round the house for half an hour with the doll jammed up her cunt,
stretching her soft inner muscles, then she was taken back to the kitchen
and laid down on the table again.  It was an immense relief when the large
doll was pulled out of her, Tracy quickly filled that void though, looking
round, she selected a range of sizable objects, then forced them, one at a
time, into Julie's gaping pussy.  Mrs Harrison had never even considered
the possibility that her vagina could be made to accept a fat cucumber, let
alone the enormous grapefruit that was now rammed into it.  She'd always
been rather proud of her elegant little quim, with it's splendid pink mouth
pouting prettily under her soft, neat pubic bush, and now it was totally
ruined.

   What drastic changes had been achieved in just a few months, completely
transforming her lithe, girlish figure into this mature expectant mother.
She had a bloated tummy with a large navel, and her cute little girl
titties were now two enormous milk laden breasts, the chubby, dark brown
teats, always dripping their white fluid.  Her fat prominent pubic mound
was the only region of her that remained girlish, now much more so in its
smooth, hairless condition, in fact it was really childish.  Julie
Harrison's personality had transformed also, although she hardly took any
notice of it, but whereas she'd always been the passive, acquiescent,
easily guided girl, she was now extremely submissive to almost anyone's
suggestions.

   Offering no objection at all, she stood quite still as Tracy bound up
her swollen breasts with soft rope, telling her patient she was now going
to have her tits well stretched.  Julie obediently followed the midwife out
to the hall, led by her restrained boobs, watched as she easily threw the
rope over the upstairs banister, then rose right onto tiptoe as Tracy
pulled on her leash.  Nurse Moran explained that the last part of preparing
this lovely body for childbirth was to be positive that her enlarged
titties were stretched as far as possible.  Effective elongation of a
woman's breasts ensured sufficient expansion for the full production of a
nursing mother's milk, and Tracy wanted to see Julie's lovely tits blown up
as big as she could get them.  Pulling the rope harder, Tracy now lifted
her patient completely off her feet, transferring the total weight of her
body onto both bound breasts.  Julie squealed and wriggled about, putting
extreme pressure on her now severely restricted boobs, which were already
inflated to enormous, solid globes, stretched out from her chest.

   Despite having been expressed earlier, those large brown nipples started
leaking milk profusely, and the nurse pressed up against her, drinking from
the bloated teats as she bound Julie's wrists behind her.  Mrs Harrison was
now put into even stricter bondage, her ankles lifted, and secured to her
wrists, then a brush handle fastened to her knees, keeping them widely
spread apart.  The poor woman was subjected to this ruthless tit suspension
for over half an hour, with the midwife sucking eagerly from her leaking
bosom.  Adding to her own agony in this ferocious bondage, Julie thrashed
about as the midwife knelt between her widespread thighs to lick that
freely offered, bald pubis.  Tracy Moran's tongue roamed all over the
smooth, hairless flesh, lapping the stiff clit till the pussy climaxed
violently.  When Mrs Harrison was finally let down, her torment wasn't
over, because the nurse made her put on some pin lined knickers, then laced
her tightly into a severely boned corset.  She remained dressed like this
until Matthew returned from work and let her go.

   Julie Harrison had always liked nice underwear, especially dainty silk
panties, or shiny satins, and she loved loads of pretty lace decorating her
undies.  Whenever the midwife visited her home, she made sure she was
wearing her best black satin underwear, trimmed with lace, suspender belt,
dark stockings, uplift bra, and loose French knickers.  Nurse Moran had
complimented her on the choices she had made, then promised to bring in the
address of a lingerie designer she knew where Julie could get a Basque, and
tiny waspie corsets made.  Julie wasn't all that anxious to wear a Basque,
or waspie, having acquired a dislike of corsets right from her early
childhood.  This man was an artist of incredible ability, insisted the
nurse, when it came to producing sexy underwear for pregnant ladies,
especially nice young Mom's like herself.  Nurse Moran had written down
detailed pattern instructions, and Mrs Harrison was told she'd be fitted
with a beautiful corset which looked really tantalising.  Also with some
slight adjustment to a few laces it would exert extensive restriction,
without damaging the growing infant in her tummy.



   When Julie was well along in her pregnancy, true to her promise, Nurse
Moran handed her an envelope with the lingerie designer's full address on
it.  Obediently following her midwife's directions, Mrs Harrison visited
the small shop, hidden down a quiet back street, and when the locked door
opened at last she was welcomed by a young girl, no more than sixteen years
old.  She took the letter, and explained that Mr Langton was busy with
another customer at the moment, but he'd see her presently, then went off
to inform her employer of their new customer.  When she returned, the girl
locked the shop door, went back behind a large counter, and sat gingerly on
what seemed to be an elevated stool, then continued fitting metal eyelets
into the strong black corset she'd been working on.

   A few minutes later, the owner emerged out of a large fitting room, and
introduced himself as John Langton, saying he was pleased to have another
one of Tracy Moran's young Mom's as a customer.  Apologising for the short
delay, he said he was just squeezing another lady into her final fitting,
inviting Julie to sit and watch him work.  To her astonishment, he brought
a woman out from the fitting room, she was about forty years old, good
looking, with a very ample figure, but she was wearing only high heeled
shoes, stockings, and a green satin corset.  When the woman turned to face
her, Julie could see that her bare pubis was shaved, just like her own had
been so recently, and also the bust of the corset was cut away round the
woman's nipples.  Mr Langton asked his assistant to help with one of the
mannequins, and when the girl lifted the half body from its stand, Julie
could see how it had been sat on an imitation penis.  This pink dildo now
stood up fully erect, veined and ridged just like the real thing, with a
massive, purple knob end, complete with flared glans.

   When the girl put the model onto the counter, Mrs Harrison could see
that every detail had been sculpted on it, including a hairless vulva, a
fat clitoris, and fleshy labia stretched round a gaping vagina.  The other
customer was now made to mount the protruding imitation prick, the shop
girl holding her bald sex petals apart while she impaled her own naked
cunny.  Mr Langton explained that sometimes it was necessary to firmly
secure a woman while her waist slowly became reduced, in order to tighten
up all these laces properly.  Calmly he fastened the woman's wrists and
ankles onto the pillar with wide straps, handed the lace ends to his
assistant, telling her to pull really hard.  He adjusted the corset as it
closed in, smoothing and pulling the strongly boned, bright satin
material.Gradually the woman's waist shrank smaller and smaller, but every
time those laces were tugged, her hips jerked slightly backwards, and Mrs
Harrison could just imagine what that enormous dildo was doing inside her
pussy.

   John Langton called a halt, for the lady to grow accustomed to the
present level of restraint she was in, and the shop girl secured the laces
round a cleat on the counter.  John now moved across to scrutinise Julie,
telling the young girl to remove the lady's dress, then studying her
underwear clad body while he turned her around, displaying the bulging
tummy, bloated titties, and firm, pantie clad bottom.  Instructing her to
remain still while her undies were removed, John watched with favour as
Julie obediently maintained her standing position while the shop girl took
off her milk soaked lace bra, then pulled down her soft lacy French
knickers.  Mrs Harrison had to remain naked while both females were allowed
to suckle her wet teats, then admit that the midwife was stretching her
small pussy.  Ordered to stand with one foot up on her chair, Julie was
totally embarrassed when the girl knelt behind her, reached between her
legs, and easily pushed her whole hand right inside her cunny.

   Mr Langton said it was unfair that his assistant, Kate Robinson, was
still fully dressed, while these other ladies had to parade their most
private places before everyone else, so he instructed Kate to take off her
satin blouse and skirt.  Obediently, Kate undressed as she'd been ordered,
and Julie was surprised to see that she also had a severe corset on, a high
waist garment that was pulled right in like an hour glass.  Although the
girl had looked almost sixteen when she was dressed, her depilated vulva,
completely devoid of any hair, made her look well under twelve years old.
Kate's small bust had also appeared deceivingly large, but the ladies could
now see this was due to the way her breasts had been bound up.  A cunning
platform bra had been secured round her chest lifting up her boobs, then
each base had a strap passed over the top of it, which was cinched really
tightly, making the breast swell up.  A second strap was fastened across
the centre of each tit, again cinched down really tight, causing two large
balloons of straining flesh, then those nipples were bound with thin cord.

   John Langton now returned to his other lady customer, telling Kate to
tighten the laces again, and they reduced her waist down even further. 
Julie could see this woman's bottom inflating as the flesh was squeezed out
remorselessly from under the corset, then, after Mr Langton tied off the
laces, she was told to dismount from her fat embedded penis.  The poor
lady's breathing was very shallow from the severe constriction, and when
she turned to face them, Julie noticed her smoothly shaven pubis had become
really bloated.  Not only that, but at the front of the corset it curved
down, and inwards, in a vee shape, pressing into her swollen mound, pushing
it up into two hillocks on either side of the satin covered bones.

   Rubbing his hand across the tempting, protruding flesh, John had the
lady bend forward, digging the vee even harder into her mound, saying he
was sure her husband would be very pleased with the effect.  Adjusting the
bust part of this corset, he pulled her dark nipples through lace trimmed
holes at the end of the cups, then tightened up the thin laces round their
edges.  The woman's aureoles were savagely restricted, forcing her teats to
distend until they almost split, then she was instructed to get dressed,
and return home.  She had to put her dress on in front of everyone then she
was handed her elegant panties and the fancy bra she'd worn earlier, having
to carry them home publicly.  Whoever she passed would know she was naked
underneath her dress.

   Locking the door again, Mr Langton turned his attention to Julie, making
her walk all round the shop in just her shoes, stockings, and fancy
suspender belt.  Removing her garter belt, the owner now carefully measured
his customer, often getting Kate to check, or position the tape, and he
recorded all the details in a notebook, as well as making numerous marks on
Julie's skin.  While he worked he questioned Mrs Harrison really intimately
about her pregnancy, her private life, and her sexual experience, while
also informing the lady about the type of customers he entertained.  In
addition, Julie learned that Kate Robinson actually was sixteen years old,
the daughter of one of his customers, now fully indentured as an apprentice
corsetiere.  This meant she would have to work for John until she was at
least twenty one, under his undisputed authority while at work, whatever he
chose to make her do, or to wear.

   This didn't meet with her mother's approval at all, but she was under
the strict control of her sister in law, who kept her as a total lesbian
sex and punishment slave, utterly dominating the complete family at home,
especially Mr Robinson.  He'd always been a wimp, unable to exert himself
any way at all, and his sister constantly interfered in his marriage, even
supervising their sex life.  When his wife became pregnant she'd been
strictly corseted, then laced to extreme discomfort, then punished for any
complaint.  The birth had really been painful, since the doctor was one of
his sister's friends, and they'd kept the poor expectant mother severely
bound throughout her labour and for several more days afterward.

   Kate's arrival was welcomed by everyone in the house, for very different
reasons, and while Mr and Mrs Robinson just loved their beautiful daughter,
her auntie treated her as a toy, and a weapon.  Kate was regularly bound,
punished, and abused, often assisting Auntie to attend to her own mother
and father.  She'd visited this shop for several years with the other
elegant ladies, and John Langton had shown an interest in her whenever she
was placed over his counter for an energetic bottom warming.  When the
girl's formal schooling finished her Aunt Adele had arranged this special
apprenticeship, although Kate had already worked in the shop on a few
Saturdays.

   Having finished measuring Mrs Harrison, John gave highly detailed
instructions to Kate, and ordered her to fetch a corset for their customer
to try.  Returning with a truly beautiful garment in blue satin, all
trimmed with deeply sculpted white lace, Kate held it up against Julie's
bulging tummy while Mr Langton fastened up the strong hooks all down the
back.  Without the laces secured it was quite easy to adjust the corset
around Julie's growing bulge, and the front panels were specially fashioned
to follow her contours.  The bust section had half cups that fitted under
Julie's abundant breasts, the edges reaching far enough up to just cover
her huge, brown nipples.  When the corset was positioned to Mr Langton's
own satisfaction he started to tighten the laces, slowly compressing Julie
Harrison's chest, her waist, and also her large belly, with its fragile
package of the developing child.  Julie quickly became more and more
uncomfortable as her developing figure was squeezed by the irresistible
grip of satin, and vicious steel braces, each area of her body being forced
into a smaller size.

   Tying off the laces for a moment Mr Langton told Kate to appropriately
position Mrs Harrison's nipples, and the young girl removed a lace flower
from the tip of each breast cup to reveal a metal disk.  Pressing those
engorged teats against the hole in the centre of the disk, Kate put her
mouth up to it, then sucked Julie's nipples through the metal, licking the
milk soaked flesh with her little tongue.  Kate fitted a silver cover over
Mrs Harrison's starkly protruding nipple, locking it onto the corset, then
John Langton brought out a set of long gold pins in a velvet box.  Julie
cringed as she saw the pins, knowing that they were intended for her milk
ducts, and John was going to insert them right into the centre of her
breast flesh.  Placing a pin into one of several tiny holes in the nipple
shield, he moved it around until he located one of Mrs Harrison's ducts,
then pushed it deeper and deeper.  Julie squealed while her breast was
pierced, the golden pin throbbing all the way down the tender aperture
through which milk flowed out from her lactating mammary glands.

   Unfortunately she had to tolerate this agonizing torment as six slender
shafts penetrated right through each erect nipple.  When she'd been
meticulously impaled, Mr Langton pressed the edges of the metal disk, which
closed them very tightly round each of the swollen teats, locking the disks
shut, and moving the implanted pins.  Because these outer disks moved
inward, it forced the long shafts passing through them to flare outwards,
and Julie thought her titties would explode as those milk ducts were pulled
drastically out of shape.

   With her breasts in agony, Mrs Harrison now suffered even more as Mr
Langton demonstrated how his corsets were put to use on pregnant young
ladies like herself.  Tightening those laces near the bottom of the
garment, he began to cinch her lower tummy, just above her soft, bald
pubis, pulling it near to its former flatness.  The result of this
compression was that the foetus was pushed upwards inside her belly, soon
reaching up to the top of her womb, then it started to lift the woman's
uterus, and her cervix, as the laces were tightened even further.  Julie
felt as if her vagina were being sucked inside herself, and when John
advised her to concentrate on all the separate areas of her body, examining
the sensations in each one, she sensed her inner labia tightening up, and
her clitoral hood being pulled along her slit.  As Mr Langton pulled her in
even more, slightly higher this time, she felt pressure against her spine,
then her breathing grew more shallow as her diaphragm was now pushed
against.  Mrs Harrison was instructed to pant slightly easing the feeling
of breathlessness, then she was taken to a large mirror where John Langton
pointed out those changes he'd made in her figure.

   The bulge of the baby inside her body was now very much higher, pressing
right up under her titties, while her lower tummy was perfectly flat.  The
corset stopped at the line where crude bushy hair had previously covered
her fleshy mound, and this expanse of lovely smooth pussy was now
substantially more prominent.  Another feature provided in these special
corsets was now demonstrated to Julie as Mr Langton drew her attention to
two extremely decorative patches of white lace positioned in front of her
hip bones.  Telling Kate Robinson to adjust them, the young girl released
the lower edges of each tiny motif, sliding them upwards, then she helped
Mrs Harrison to slip her thumbs behind the lace.  Pressing the front of the
decoration until there were several quiet clicks, Kate stepped back, and
the woman found herself securely thumb cuffed onto this satin corset.

   John Langton explained that she would have to alter several loose
dresses that had pockets, and her topcoat, so that she could slip her hands
right through the pocket, and fit her own thumbs in the concealed cuffs. 
By pressing her hips against something solid she could secure herself in
this fashion, then she would be expected to walk round to this shop, take a
stroll round a secluded park, or go window shopping in town.  Julie would
be provided with shops and locations suitable for helpless pregnant ladies
to be abused.

   In order to demonstrate just how much control she was under, John
tightened the laces on her corset even more, and Julie could now feel how
the baby began to be pressed harder against her stomach.  The increasing
pressure started to make her feel unwell, and Kate fetched over a bowl,
standing in front of this suffering pregnant customer, with the dish held
against her own chest.  Tugging once more on Julie's corset laces, John
laughed when she threw up all over Kate's bosom, the vomit running into the
bowl from this poor youngster's small restrained boobs.  Pulling even
tighter on those laces, he made the woman throw up again, all over the
young girl, then she was made to be sick for a third time.  Tying off the
long laces, Mr Langton asked if Julie wanted a drink of water, sending Kate
to get it, then when she'd taken a few sips from the glass, he insisted she
drink it all.

   Kate was told to clean herself up, and while she was absent, Mr Langton
explained to his distressed customer that she could now take a few minutes
for herself to get adapted to the restraint, then it wouldn't be quite so
harrowing.  When Kate had returned, John said she needed her breast
restraint changing, and the girl had to clip her thumbs into the cuffs sewn
onto her own corset, after bringing around her stool from behind the shop
counter.  Mrs Harrison was invited to sit on it, and when she remarked
about a small bulge in the middle of the sculptured seat, John said it was
to help her sit straight, and not wriggle about.  Julie positioned her
bottom according to John's meticulous direction, leaning forward while he
rubbed Vaseline into her tiny anus, then settling her rosebud onto this
protrusion.  Fitting her heels over the raised footrest, she pressed it
downwards, finding that it was spring loaded, then pushed down as hard as
she could, making the powerful bar reach the bottom.  Moving behind the
stool Mr Langton pressed a switch, and ordered young Julie to raise her
feet slowly, a little at a time.

   Suddenly, she squealed in shock, as she discovered that the small lump
on the stool, pressed tight against her anus, was in fact connected to the
footrest, and very gradually squeezed its way through her anal ring,
sliding into her rectum.  Mr Langton told her to press her feet down, and
the cruel intruder retracted, then she had to ease it up again, gasping as
the shaft penetrated deep into her bowels.  Releasing his customer from
this ingenious device, Mr Langton ordered Kate to climb onto it, and these
two adults watched as the child's bottom was deeply infiltrated by the
cruel shaft.  John informed them she had twelve inches of wood stuffed up
her belly, then he started to undo the youngster's breast harness, laughing
at her tears while the blood rushed into those distorted titties.

   After untying the cords from her nipples and roughly massaging her boobs
back into their usual conical shape, John Langton fetched a pink lacy bra
from the back shelves.  It was beautifully decorated with lovely little
flowers, when he turned it inside out though, to show Julie the cups, she
could see that each flower had a sharp point fastened to it that stuck
right through the material.  Fastening the bra round Kate's chest, he
pulled in a couple of small unobtrusive straps, and she winced as the
spikes stabbed her sensitive little titties.  Unable to move from her
place, with that lengthy pole stuck right up her little bottom, Kate
Robinson was viciously abused as John brought over a slender cane, and
began whipping her prettily clad bosoms.  They weren't hard strokes that he
used, but each one would press several sharp points into her delicate
flesh, especially when he struck the end of the lace cup.  This hammered a
thin spike right into the very centre portion of her delicate, adolescent
teats.

   Leaving Kate to suffer her acute discomfort, John Langton turned his
attention to Mrs Harrison's corset, slackening the laces, to allow her
unborn baby to settle into its customary position.  Once more, however, he
tightened them up again, but in a new sequence this time, starting at the
top, and squeezing Julie's chest right in.  She was again finding it
difficult to breath deeply, but she also felt weird inside her tummy, as
the growing foetus was forced against the floor of her pelvis.  John
tightened up the laces even more, and as the baby pressed onto her full
bladder Julie was now desperate for a big wee, then, suddenly, she couldn't
hold it any more, lost control, and pissed all over the floor.  The poor
woman was mortified that she'd been forced to behave in such a totally
disgusting manner, but she couldn't impede the flow, as her tight satin
corset was ruthlessly cinched even further in.

   Now that he had totally humiliated his customer, and viciously
remodelled her figure several times, he released this woman from her satin
and steel prison.  Julie was allowed to put her fancy black suspender belt
back on, as the corset no longer held up her stockings, but as with the
previous customer, she was not permitted to wear her frilly bra, or French
knickers.  After she'd pulled her dress over her near nudity, she was
instructed to carry those pretty undies she had worn earlier in her hand,
where everyone could see them, until she arrived home.  She was told to
return in three weeks for a fitting of her own corset, and to ensure she
had a lavish meal, and also plenty of cold drinks before she came back to
the shop.

   It took three visits to have her garment properly fitted, and she
suffered excruciatingly at each one.  She was forced to throw up when the
corset thrust her developing baby upward, then she again helplessly wet
herself when the cruel metal stays pushed her baby into her pelvis. 
Despite her own suffering, she felt really sorry for Kate Robinson, the
poor young girl appearing in all different outfits every time she went to
the shop.  Each style was even more cruel than before, and Julie realised
that this youngster had to work there every day, afflicted with very severe
bondage clothes, several of which were fitted with barbarous spikes round
her most sensitive places.  One of the outfits consisted of a pair of small
panties to match the flowered bra Kate had worn earlier, with a spiked pad
that covered the girl's shaven pubis, and an elevated ridge all along the
gusset, covered in barbs, extending between the buttocks.

   When she left wearing her lovely new satin corset, tightly laced up, Mrs
Harrison also had to step into the prickle pants, as John called them, and
she was instructed to inform her husband they were a present for him. 
Matthew loved all of her new clothes, and would often tightly lace her into
the corset several times during the course of an evening, forcing her now
impressive bulge into a different position each time.  When she was
severely restricted like this, he would fit the breast pump to her bloated
titties to suck the milk out, make her bend over, then penetrate her deeply
from behind.  He'd position the breast pump carefully, so that each thrust
into his wife's body made her thighs press against the handle, constantly
increasing the suction on her poor imprisoned tits.  He loved to fit the
nipple shields into the twin plastic suction cups that were now attached to
the ruthless pump, stretching Julie's dark brown teats really painfully,
especially when he was fucking her tight arse.  Constant milking had
inflated her nipples to over two inches in length, fattening them as well.
They were now two dark brown nozzles on the ends of her titties, dripping
warm mother's milk continually throughout the whole day.

   Julie Harrison only had one more month to go before the birth of her
first baby, and she was now looking forward to it with keen anticipation.
Gone was her original fear of suffering permanent damage when an oversized
baby forced its way right down her tight little cunny.  She'd been helped
over the preceding six months to stretch her soft internal sex channel to
an adequate size for any normally proportioned infant.  The process had
been rather painful and distressing at the time, but gradually she had
grown to enjoy her mistreatment at the hands of her husband, the doctor and
the midwife, and even her close neighbour.  Even though her pregnancy had
been difficult to bear so far, this final month was much more traumatic, as
her bloated body was treated with savage contempt.  Everyone seemed to want
to fist fuck her enormous pussy, or else stuff it full with the biggest
object they could find, then keep her expanded like this for hours.

   She'd been milked so much, that both breasts looked like udders, and as
she continually lactated, she had to milk herself every few hours, else her
clothes became soaked.  Every day, sometimes even twice a day, she was
completely drained, though squeezed dry seemed to be a much more
appropriate phrase, as the last drops of mother's milk were forced out of
her breasts.  Usually she was attached onto the breast pump to express most
of the milk, then any remaining fluid was sucked out by her husband, or the
midwife, but lately, they'd been much more severe with her.  Really, it was
her own fault, for complaining about how much it hurt to be tormented like
this, because it just gave the midwife a perfect excuse to administer
brutal corporal punishment to her.  She'd just been milked dry, and the
midwife began binding her soft titties to put her in suspension for half an
hour as was often the case, but a look of devilish malice flashed in her
eyes at Julie's outburst.

   Nurse Moran bound her patient's hands behind her, tied her ankles up to
her thighs, and then fitted a spreader bar between her knees, fully
exposing every sensitive part of her helpless figure.  Tracy knew of the
early experiments Matthew had tried with spanking his new wife, fantasy
games of headmaster and schoolgirl, and she went up to their bedroom to
retrieve the cane that was still kept in the wardrobe.  Julie was given six
strokes across her bare bottom, four more across her soft depilated pubic
mound then four upward strokes between her spread legs.  Thrashing about in
pain did nothing for her tight bound breasts, other than stretch them
further, then these solid globes of flesh were also caned by the midwife.
Finally, Julie suffered agony when the cane was lashed across her swollen
belly, cutting into the tight bulge from top to bottom, and along the soft
edge of her bloated tummy.



   Julie Harrison didn't know what was happening to her, other than it was
excruciating, having closed her eyes, so she never noticed when the midwife
left the house, without untying her.  She seemed to have been hanging by
her poor titties for hours, and they felt like they were now tearing from
her chest, but the milk was still being produced behind the restrictive
ropes, blowing her enormous boobs up just like balloons.  Hearing the back
door opening, Julie wondered who was coming into her house, hoping it
wasn't a young burglar that would rape her helpless pregnant body.  She was
only half relieved to see that it was Dawn Blanchard, her neighbour,
because she knew her trouble wasn't over yet.  Dawn explained that the
midwife had asked her to call round, and she was very pleased to find Julie
in such well presented display.  Slipping her whole hand into this woman's
wide open cunny, she began to fist her as she picked up the slim cane, a
sadistic smile across her face.

   Each time Dawn's fist rammed into Julie's cervix, she whipped the cane
hard across her naked body, striking titties, bottom, pubis, and distended
tummy.  Poor Mrs Harrison was savagely punished all over, then she was let
down, bound breasts untied, allowing blood to rush painfully back into
tortured flesh, and the fresh breast milk to flow through tender nipples.
Whenever the midwife visited from then onward, Julie was severely caned,
and when her husband returned that evening, and she had explained in great
detail what happened to her, Matthew often chose to punish her as well. 
While these humiliations and torments were a dilemma at least they were in
the privacy of her own home, and the worst part for Julie to bear was
having people look in through her undraped windows, when she herself was
undressed, and exposed.

   One sunny morning though, Dawn Blanchard called round, about 11 am, came
straight into the unlocked house, and told Julie to follow her.  Obedient
as always, Mrs Harrison trailed after her neighbour, virtually waddling
from the weight of her massive stomach, going into the woman's house,
finding the customary ladies gathered there for a morning coffee.  Dawn's
oldest daughter was there as well, and she was ordered out to make some
more drinks while the rest of the ladies made a fuss of this expectant
mother.  Everyone wanted to pat her stomach, as women always did when one
of the group was pregnant, and they now reminded Julie of her earlier
anxiety about the delivery.  Someone asked if she had managed to get
herself stretched, and poor Julie was instructed to tell them all the
intimate details of Matthew, Dr Weston, and Nurse Moran's efforts to force
their hands inside her small pussy.

   All the ladies were crowded round her, liberally fondling her developed
body, some of them with their hands on her thighs, beneath her skirts while
others squeezed her bottom.  Dawn casually unbuttoned Julie's maternity
dress right down the front, pulling it from her, then unclipped her bra,
removing that also, leaving the woman in just her lacy suspender belt and
silky black stockings.  Comments were passed about her bloated tummy, the
size of her breasts, topped with supple brown nipples, and her lovely
denuded pussy.  When Mrs Blanchard's daughter brought in the fresh coffee,
Julie was having her leaking breasts expressed into a big glass bowl, so
someone suggested that instead of cream, they have mother's milk with their
coffee.  Julie Harrison felt like a prize dairy cow as she leaned over
before each of the ladies while they firmly squeezed her fat titties,
whitening their coffee with her abundant breast milk.  Two of the women
pulled Julie further over, dipping her large, bloated teat into their cups
as they squeezed her leaking tit, causing intense agony from the hot liquid
on her sensitive nipples.

   Julie was now made to stand naked in front of everyone while they
carefully examined her figure in its advanced pregnant state, then someone
said she could hardly remember what Julie had looked like before.  Dawn
instructed her daughter to get undressed and stand beside Julie for a
comparison, so this girl, only a year or two younger than Julie, obediently
stripped to her dark stockings and fancy suspender belt, taking up the
indicated position next to the pregnant woman.  They were all thrilled over
this far from modest exhibition of naked female flesh, especially since the
younger girl was also completely depilated, showing off a really shapely
vulva.  Readily answering their vulgar questions, the girl admitted that
her husband kept her properly shaved down there, as her Mom always had when
she'd lived at home.  Following complete depilation of her pubis she was
always well serviced by her husband, his large prick being rammed into her
girlish quim.

   The weather was beautiful and sunny today, so Dawn suggested they
adjourn to the back garden, which was nicely shielded from anyone
overlooking them, so the two undressed ladies were kept that way when they
went outside.  The comparison of various bodily features continued in great
detail, both females getting pulled about and manhandled quite ruthlessly,
with their tender breasts and lovely hairless labia getting treated with
great cruelty.  Julie was fist fucked by everyone in the group before
things settled down a bit, and they were both allowed some rest.  However,
this involved them having to sunbathe, their suspender belt and stockings
both being removed, leaving them completely naked, while most of those
other women stripped to bra and panties.  Dawn brought out some suntan oil,
which was lecherously massaged into all that visible flesh, particularly
the more erotic areas, and several ladies had their bras removed, so their
breasts could be given a thorough working over.  Julie was really well
oiled, even the inside of her vagina was given another fisting, then she
was made to lay spread eagle, so every part of her caught the sun.

   The worst thing they forced her to do was suntan her back, by laying
face down, with all her increased weight resting on her tummy and breasts,
squashing the baby inside her.  Dawn even brought out a magnifying glass,
using it on Julie, and her own daughter, to concentrate heat onto their
most delicate places.  It was something she and her husband loved to do
during the summer, stripping their children off like this, and tormenting
them with such a simple small device.  Although her daughter was used to
similar treatment, she still suffered agony, and Julie thought it was just
horrible, as her nipples were made to smoke, burning them intensely, but
with no permanent damage.  The sunlight was also concentrated on her hard
clitoris, vaginal entrance, and even her anal ring, raising up the
temperature till the suntan oil started to scorch, then it was applied
somewhere else.  Everyone was very pleased with the submissive way Julie
had behaved today, enjoying themselves immensely at her expense, and she
had to suffer this ordeal several times more during the warm summer months,
being publicly displayed.

   Quickly the time arrived for the baby's birth, Julie going into the
first contractions of labour in the early morning, so Matthew phoned up the
midwife to start organising the delivery.  Dr Weston had already decided
that Mrs Harrison would have the baby in her own bedroom, with himself and
the midwife in attendance, that way they would sustain plenty of freedom to
severely restrict this mother's movements.  When the doctor and nurse
arrived, Julie was given a thorough examination, including a fist inside
her cunny to check on the dilation of her cervix.  Matthew was asked to fit
a full rubber sheet on their bed while Dr Weston and Tracy helped their
patient into the bathroom, made her bend over, then gave her an enormous
soapy enema, deeply flushing out her insides.  Julie was taken back into
her bedroom, and ordered to lay down on the rubber sheet, then Dr Weston
told Matthew that as this was the last time his wife would be carrying a
child for several months, he'd better give her a proper fucking right away.
Both of them were shocked by their doctor's outspoken attitude, but Julie
obediently turned over onto all fours while Matthew quickly undressed and
climbed up behind her.  Brian Weston explained how it was a unique
privilege to fuck a woman while she was actually in the throes of labour,
and they were going to take every advantage of Mrs Harrison's particular
condition during the rest of today.  It was the doctor's intention to have
this patient fucked and sodomised through the final moments of her
pregnancy.

   Matthew felt Nurse Moran reach up between his thighs to grasp his
already firm erection, then everyone watched while she guided it right into
Julie's exposed quim, sliding it deeper till his balls rested against her
smooth, hairless mound.  He fucked her deep for several minutes, but soon
complained that his wife was too large to grip his prick properly after
she'd been stretched so widely.  Tracy offered to take up some of that
slack, and with his prick still embedded, Matthew felt the nurse's fingers
working down his solid shaft, filling up Julie's pussy.  Dr Weston now
reached over to play with the expectant mother's bottom, slipping two
fingers inside her anal ring, and slowly opening it up wider.  Instructing
Matthew to arse fuck his wife, the crude doctor watched the large erection
sliding into his patient's rectum, while her pussy was still filled with
the nurse's hand, then he gripped both her milk laden breasts and squeezed
hard.

   Telling them all to hold off for one moment, he asked Julie to let them
know when her contractions started, and each time she began to feel her
muscles tense, they rammed hard into her poor straining body.  Matthew soon
climaxed, shooting hot spunk into Julie's cleaned out bottom, then she was
allowed to rest for a few minutes, laying on her back, with her huge belly
sticking in the air.  Dr Weston said he wanted to have a turn now, so he
stripped off all his clothes, knelt up between Julie's spread thighs, and
slowly inserted his hard cock into the pregnant woman's vagina.  Matthew
Harrison watched as his wife was fucked by some other man for the first
time in her life, then the midwife removed her uniform, straddled Julie's
head, and lowered her sodden pussy onto the woman's upturned face.  Mrs
Harrison was well fucked quite a few times throughout her labour, until
about the middle of that afternoon, when Brian Weston said it was time to
position Julie into the birthing posture.

   The young mother was grabbing her belly as the contractions became more
powerful, and she slowly waddled towards the middle of the rubber covered
bed, on her knees.  Nurse Moran secured both ankles, and knees onto the
ends of the bedframe, then strapped her wrists up to the headboard so that
she was leaning forwards, her tits and belly hanging down beneath her. 
Those contractions were coming quite close together now, Julie squealing
each time her womb squeezed hard around the baby, trying to force it out
from her belly.  Dr Weston shoved his entire hand right inside her
straining pussy again, feeling round her cervix, telling her she wasn't
dilated nearly far enough yet, and she was to hold back on the next few
contractions.  When Julie said she would try to hold them, the doctor
fetched the thin cane over, and gave her six hard strokes right across her
bare bottom, saying she would be caned throughout each contraction. 
Struggling to control her muscles, the poor woman screamed out as her
bottom was caned, then her widely spread thighs, and finally, the doctor
whipped upwards onto her soft bald cunny.

   During the final stages of labour Julie Harrison was extensively
punished by those three adults looking after her, and as the baby started
to come out of her womb, she had to bear down each time the cane whistled
across sore reddened flesh.  When the baby's head emerged, Julie was made
to keep utterly still, and contemplate those feelings deep inside her
vagina while it was fully stretched open by her special baby.  Continuing
with the delivery, Dr Weston extracted the child part of the way out of the
uterus, then pushed it back several inches.  After fucking his patient with
her own baby's pelvis a few times, he presented the proud Mom and dad with
a young daughter, letting Matthew lay cuddling both females, bonding
together as a family.

   Within a few minutes the baby was hungry, and Matthew put it to his
wife's pendant breasts, laughing as it immediately sucked on the copious
flow of milk.  Julie's ordeal wasn't over yet though, as the now useless
placenta still had to be delivered, and Tracy Moran pushed her hand, not
just into the woman's big vagina, but straight through her dilated cervix.
The new mother felt like her insides were being scoured, when the lining of
her now empty womb was cleaned out by the nurse.  Putting the small baby
into her new crib, Tracy cleaned up the bed, and sponged down their
exhausted patient, while the doctor only released her bound wrists, leaving
her knees and ankles secured to the bed.  He prescribed three days of bed
rest for Julie, that is, tied to the bed so she couldn't leave, but still
available for other quite interesting pleasures.  Fastening her wrist
straps onto the foot of the bed, making her arch backwards, Dr Weston
picked up the slim cane, and viciously whipped her still swollen belly,
then beat her titties till the milk was streaming from her sore nipples.

   Brian Weston and Tracy Moran dressed, and left this new family to
themselves, arranging to visit them the next day, the nurse giving
Matthew's soft prick a firm squeeze as she went out.  Julie found it fairly
comfortable to be strapped to the bed, sleeping really deeply when she
leaned forward, if she could keep her massive titties out of the way and
she quickly recovered from the recent cruel ordeal.  When she told the
doctor, the next day, that her thighs were aching, from being in the one
position, he suggested that Matthew widen their spread every hour, and the
poor woman was soon in a near splits posture.  When the baby wanted
feeding, both her wrists were released, and as she held the little girl to
her breasts, knelt up on the bed, Matthew loved to lay the thin cane across
her naked figure.  When her bare bottom was too tender from previous
strokes, her husband whipped her big swollen belly, then her soft denuded
pubic mound.

   A couple of days after the birth, Julie was fastened up, arched over
backwards, helplessly presenting the front of her naked body to Matthew's
punishment, when Dawn Blanchard, and Stephanie, came round to see her. 
Matthew told them the good news about his brand new daughter, then invited
them upstairs to visit her, going into the master bedroom with hardly a
thought for his restrained wife.  The two ladies just said hello to Julie,
as they headed straight for the crib, and after cooing over the baby for a
while, turned their full attention to the helpless mother.  Dawn praised
her for producing such a lovely little girl, promising to help her bring it
up properly as a submissive young lady, then she berated Julie for keeping
her away from the actual birth event.  Asking Matthew to pass a cane, she
gave her neighbour a really sadistic whipping right down her front,
particularly her open hairless pussy lips, then twisted her breast as she
informed Julie she'd continue this another day.

   Mrs Harrison quickly settled into motherhood, caring for her new baby
exceptionally well, with continued help from the visiting midwife, also
from Dawn Blanchard, following their many peculiar suggestions eagerly. 
Tracy insisted on keeping her pussy stretched, fisting it hard, most times
she visited, and Dawn kept it shaved nice and smooth, usually attending to
her two daughters at the same time.  Even though all three women were
married, they had to visit Dawn's house each week, strip naked for an
extremely meticulous bathing, then go to the lounge to be shaved completely
hairless, except for their head.  Julie had never imagined typical
parenthood would get her involved in so many outrageous routines, but these
circumstances were unusual, and gradually she loved it.





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