Medical boundaries

++Ok. This story is about pain, a slut and a Dr who forsakes his oath
beccause the the slutty behaviour of his patient. Read on if you wish but
you have been warned and the theme are listed above so please don’t complain.

Thank you Bestintheworld1653 for the inspiration for the story and for being the first to read it.+++

My name is Dr John. I am a plastic surgeon and this is the story about how
this lovely redhead sucking my cock happened to become mine. Now im not one
that believes in “owning” people so she is not a slave, but a totally
devoted partner (though she refuses to marry me!!)

I was staying late at my practice, doing our weekely audit of the rejected
cases to make sure that they had all been rejected fairly when I can upon
the case of Lisa Barrett.

Now just a quick explanation. All potential patients submit a “before” or
current photo. They then use our computer software to create an “after”
image of what they would like along with a physical description. After that
they undergo a psychological assessment to make sure that they are not
whack jobs that might sue us because the boobs they wanted didnt get them a
wealthy husband etc etc.

So in Lisa’s file her before photo wasnt that unusual. She said she was
about a size 16, with EE/F size breasts. The photo showed she had a flabby
belly, but my trained eye to see it was from weight loss. I wondered why
what I thought would be a sinple nip/tuck procedure would be rejected.
Reading on I looked at the after picture. There she was. A flat 16 waist
but with breasts easily over an L!!! I looked like a 14yr old had been let
loose on the machine and whacked up the cup sizeometer! Now this isually
wouldnt be a big deal as the system has flaws, hence we also get a written
statement of intent. In the procedure she had written “I want a flatter
belly and the biggest tits you can give me.”

I must admit I thought this was a hoax and considered binning the file bit
wondered why the application had not been shredded as a hoax application. I
read on to the pysch eval. which was transcribed from a recording.

++Candidate #237 – Lisa Barrett++

“Lisa please state what surgery you want done”
“I was massive tits. Literally the size of beachballs!”
“You know this will cause you chronic back pain, even with a good bra.
Without product fault the company will charge for a reduction.”
“I know. I love pain!”
“Pardon? Please explain? “
“I like pain, it makes my pussy tingle and makes me wet. Severe pain such
as whipping makes me orgasm. I want massive tits so a man can abuse them to
make me cum. I would be his forever! You want me to be…. +session
terminated+

I closed the file and looked at my rock hard cock. As I said the medical
nature of the photos meant that the was no sexuality in my work, however
this freaks request and her fucked up brain had made me stand to attention.
I rang her straight away.

“Hi. Is that Lisa?”
“Yes. Who’s that?”
“This is Dr John at the clinic. I reviewed your file.”
“Oh. They said I was rejected on psychological grounds. I thought it was
because I gave the shrink a bad BJ!”
Lisa giggled at that.
“Ah.” I ran a hand over my chin. About to break the morality of my job, and
possibly my oath to do no harm. “Yiur case is one that would normally be
rejected thats true. Can you come on to see me tonight?”
“Sure doc! You wanna BJ too?” She asked in a voice that was seductive and
very, very serious in her offer. “I am a good little slut…”
“Ahem. I just want to discuss your procedure again.”
“Ok.” She said sulkily “8pm ok?”
“I shall await you.”

I sat there after the call shaking a little. I was shocked at what I was
preparing to do! However I had little over and hour until Lisa arrived. I
spent the time looking up immoral friends of mine who had been struck off
for their practice. Unusual that I knew so many!! Then there came a
knocking at the door. I looked at the clock. It was 745. My first thought
as I walked to the door was that it was the Police. Had the NSA recorded my
call?? I shook my head. I was being silly.

Opening the clinic door I saw the so called Lisa Barrett.
“Hello Doctor” she whispered. I looked her over. Knee high boots, fishnets,
short skirt and and a shirt. Toppingbit off 2as a schoolgirl tie and pig
tails. “Told you I was a slut” was her reply to my hanging jaw. However it
was her reply to my raging boner that caused me to decide to do the surgery.

Seeing my bulge Lisa dropped to her knees, shutting the door with her foot.
Without saying a word she swiftly pulled my cock out. “Mmmmm hmmmm” she
hummed as my 6″ sprung free. Now my cock isnt long, but most girls have a
trouble with the girth. Its why I was still single!

“Miss Barrett.” I said sternly grabbing my trousers. “Please come through
to my office Miss Barrett.”
Lisa’s face fell, but she followed me meekly into my office.

Sitting behind my desk I smiled at her, opening the file.
“Ok… Lisa.”
“Please call me Slut” she whispered from downcast eyes “I feel I deserve to
be called what I want to be… Doc”
“Right… er… Slut.” I stammered at this declaration. “You said you
wanted massive tits.”
“Yes Doc”
“Ok I can do that.” Slut looked up excited “but… I would be breaking my
oath and morality for you. Do you understand?”
“Yes Doc.