Going back and forth to the ATM to draw more cash was taking to much time so Mike called his credit card companies and requested that additional cards be issued against his account for Margie. A couple of account representatives jumped to the wrong conclusion, congratulating Mike on his marriage. Mike felt it would be simpler to let them assume than make up an explanation.

Margie was disappointed at Doc.’s decision to stop her high daily dosage of estrogen, she thought that she was both feeling and seeing the effects in changes in her body. For three days she had seen little or only a trace of milk output in the collections bottles after each twenty minutes of using the breast pump. The morning of the forth day as she prepared to start her normal routine she noticed a heavy feeling in her chest and heat in her breasts. After spraying with the oxytocin, she sat down at the kitchen table and enjoyed a morning cup of hot coffee while she waited the three minutes before starting the breast pump. As she slowly dialed up the breast pump to maximum, she felt a stinging sensation in her breast and then the milk began to spray. It lasted for several minutes before tapering off and stopping. When the twenty minutes of pumping was completed, each breast had produced almost a full ounce each. She transferred the hard won liquid to one of the plastic bags Doc. had supplied carefully marking the date on the bag, before placing it in the freezer to await delivery at her next appointment with Doc.

In the days that followed, each session with the breast pump produced a little greater volume of milk than the preceding one. Margie noticed she had an increase in her thirst and she was drinking more water. She also noticed that after completing pumping she had a feeling of relief similar to how she felt after making a much needed trip to the bathroom to pee.

It’s no wonder she was physically uncomfortable the morning of her appointment when she followed Doc.’s instructions and skipped her regular scheduled breast pumping sessions. Her breast fell hot and hard. She kept to her normal routine shaving and showering before donning her black undergarments: nursing bra, waist cincher with garters, panty, and stockings. She had to add pads to her bra to absorb the occasional drop forming on her nipples, her breasts leaking to relieve the pressure inside. After putting on her face and combing through her wig, she finished dressing: putting on the short red dress, black blouse and her shiny black patent heels. She filled the matching black patent bag with the things she’d need today along with the numerous frozen packets of mother’s milk. She checked her appearance in several mirrors before heading out. This time checking the peep hole in the door before stepping out, to make sure she wouldn’t be met by any surprises.

The trip to the clinic was uneventful. After parking the car she walked to the building entrance, aware of the many male eyes fixed on her long legs and tall body that turned heads as she passed. On the elevator she could feel their stares as they tried to mentally undress her. A small smile crossed her face as she enjoyed their approving gaze.

As usual Benny was waiting at the reception desk as she entered the office. Today instead of taking her to the examining room he lead her to Doc.’s private office. Benny knocked at the door announcing their arrival. Benny opened the door, showing Margie the way in and quietly disappeared as he closed the door behind her. Doc. was setting behind his expansive walnut desk talking to a man setting in a chair across from him. Margie took a quick glance around the large well appointed office with leather covered furniture. A sofa and coffee table against one wall flanked by overstuffed chairs. The walls had both framed certificates and real art. Behind Doc.’s desk was a large wall unit filled with expensive recorders, several large monitors, and computers.

Doc. and the stranger stood to greet Margie as she entered the room.

“Good morning Margie, you are looking well today” Doc. said smiling. “ I’d like you to meet Ozzie.”

Ozzie extended his hand and Margie accepted it noting that he had soft smooth hands and that his hand shake was kind of limp for a man. Ozzie was a short, bald man, with a small frame. He had to look up to return Margie’s gaze.

“Nice to meet you, Ozzie” Margie smiling and trying to be pleasant, not yet sure about this change in routine.

Ozzie bashfully replies still holding Margie’s hand “ It’s my pleasure.”

“Please sit” Doc. injected motioning Margie to a chair opposite Ozzie “Let me explain what brings you both her today.” As they all sit down Doc. continues “Ozzie is the supervisor of the driver license section of our local DMV and he has agreed to help us cut through some of the red tape so Margie can have a license.”

“You’d do that for me?” Margie asked giving Ozzie her best smile.

Ozzie’s face reddens with the flush of embarrassment from the attention of the attractive woman, only able to nod his head to indicate yes.

“And of course Margie will be in your debt for this help and more than willing to render you a service in return.” Doc letting Margie know that there was a pay back.

“Whatever way I can be of service” Margie said sweetly while wishing she could stick her tongue out at Doc. or maybe give him the finger.

Doc. rises to his feet, motioning for Margie and Ozzie to remain seated. “I have to get back to work” Doc. speaking as he moves to the door. “I’ll just lock this” flipping the latch on the door knob “so you two won’t be disturbed. Margie, when you’ve finished here contact Benny so we can conduct today’s test.”

“One thing before you run off.” Margie injected. “I’m sure you’ll want these” as she stood close to Doc. and opened her purse.

Doc. on seeing the many frozen sleeves of milk “ Your absolutely right, I wouldn’t want to leave without these samples.” Doc. gathered up the bags and disappeared behind the closing door.

After a prolong silence, Ozzie begins digging in the large briefcase at the side of his chair. “Benny has already provided me with all the vital statistic information so all we need to complete the process is a current picture.” Ozzie produces a digital camera from his briefcase. “If you’ll just stand over here” motioning to an open area in front of a blank spot on the wall “I’ll take the picture.”

“Sure, do I look OK or do I need to touch up my make up” Margie moving to the place indicated.

“No, no you look fine. So very fine” Ozzie’s voice trails off.

Ozzie stands a few feet away, his face hidden behind the camera as he peers into the LCD screen and makes adjustments. “OK, ready? Three, two, one!” the camera flashes. “OK, one more in case we need it. Three, two one!” The camera flashes again. Then a long pause as Ozzie continues to hide behind the camera. Finally he musters the courage to speak in a soft stumbling voice meekly he asks “One more, this time with your blouse off?”

Margie not sure where this is leading, but with strong suspicions, unbuttons her blouse and lays it across the back of an adjacent chair. The camera flashes a couple of times.

“Take the skirt off now, please” Ozzie speaking with a little more confidence.

Margie slips the short skit down and carefully lays it with her blouse. The camera flashes again. Ozzie turns the camera vertically for a full length picture and the camera flashes twice more.

“Now, lower the cups on your bra, please” Ozzie so excited he speaks with a stutter.

Margie works the clasps on the nursing bra, folding down the lace cups and removing the now damp protective pads, exposing her small breasts. Ozzie takes several more pictures in quick succession, then asks “Please take a seat in the center of the sofa.”

As Margie sets down on the sofa, Ozzie carefully returns the camera and it valuable, soon to be treasured images to his briefcase. After storing the camera and securing his briefcase, Ozzie begins to carefully undress as Margie watches from the leather sofa. Ozzie takes off his coat and lays it across the back of his chair being careful to guard against wrinkling the material. With the same meticulous care he removes and lays each article of his clothes on the chair until finally removing his trousers last. As Margie sets watching Ozzie undress she notices there is something unusual about his underwear? When Ozzie finally turns around she realizes he is wearing a diaper. It is folded in the traditional triangle with the three corners held together just below his belly button by a large shiny safety pen.

Ozzie crosses the room and climbs up on the sofa, laying down in the fetal position beside Margie with his head in her lap. Margie strokes his bald head and cradles him close to her body. Taking his head into the crook of her arm she lifts him to her swollen heavy left breast. Gently and slowly he takes her nipple into his mouth and began to suck like a baby nursing. Margie feels her milk let down and start to flow. After several minutes, Margie’s left breast’s supply of milks is exhausted and Ozzie moves to the opposite side of the sofa and Margie again cradles his head to her right breast and he quickly resumes nursing until she is drained.

Speaking in a baby talk Ozzie whines “I want more.”

Margie trying to sooth the child like man “I’m sorry baby, that’s all I have.”

Running his hand up between her legs and stroking the very carefully hidden finger of flesh tucked out of sight “I want this one, too.”

Margie slides her hips forward to the edge of the sofa’s cushion, lifts her hips up and pushes her panties down below her knees. She carefully reaches between her legs and lifts out the limp flesh Ozzie desires. She leans back against the sofa permitting him full access. Ozzie buries his head in her lap and takes the dark pink head into his mouth as if it were another nipple and resumes his nursing passion. As Margie becomes more and more aroused her flesh swells into his warm moist mouth. Ozzie takes it all in without changing his pace.

Margie strokes the little man’s bald head as warm waves of passion sweep over her body. She can feel the building pressure deep inside her and gives Ozzie warning “I am going to cum.”

Ozzie says nothing as he continues to nurse on the thus far dry pacifier deep in his mouth. Margie can not control the urge that forces her hand to push his head down against her and while she tightly holds him in place, her stiff organ twitches up and down as it pumps its hot sticky fluid down his thirsty throat.

Although Margie is drained, Ozzie continues to intermittently suck on the flaccid flesh as his head lay on her warm soft thighs. He slips into blissful sleep as Margie’s organ eases out from his open mouth. Margie gently strokes the child like man as he lay comfortably napping.

Fifteen minutes pass before Ozzie finally stirs from his nap. “How long have I been sleeping?” Is his only question.

“Just a few minutes” Margie replied.

Ozzie quickly dresses gathers his briefcase and prepares to leave “You will receive your license by mail in a few days. It was so nice to make your acquaintance. I truly hope we can meet again soon.” with those words Ozzie left.

Margie had only time for a quick weak “Me, too.” as the door closed and she was alone.

Margie got dressed and after double checking her appearance left Doc.’s office in search of Benny. She had only gone a few steps down the hall before Benny met her. Benny led Margie to the examining room and performed his routine checks of her vital signs and made a blood draw for the lab.

“While I run these down to the lab, you may go ahead and start to undress for the test today” Benny instructed as he got up to leave with the vials of blood.

“Blouse and skirt?” Margie asked.

“No, you will need to be completely naked for the test today.”

As Margie stripped she wonder what test would require she be totally nude to perform and what would Doc. and Benny be doing to her today.

After knocking at the door Benny carefully entered the room wheeling an electronic patient monitoring device on its chrome stand. Margie watched from her perch, sitting naked on the end of the examining table.

Benny busy organizing equipment around the exam table takes a moment to look at Margie “You’ll have to take off your wig, too.”

Margie slips the wig from her head and climbs down from the exam table to put it with her clothes. She runs her fingers through her real hair, giving her scalp an opportunity to breathe.

Benny looking at the tall nude figure observes “You’ll soon have enough of your own hair and won’t need wigs any more.”

“I’ll have to learn how to do my hair. It’s another girl thing that I haven’t yet mastered. “ Margie replied as she climbed back on her exam table perch.

Their conversation was interrupted by a knock on the door announcing Doc.’s entrance into the room. “Benny, our we ready?” Doc asked trying to hurry things along, not wanting to lose the interest of his watching internet clients.

“Everything is almost ready, just a few more seconds” Benny replied as he scurried around the exam table readying things on the nearby tray.

“Margie, I need to you lay back now.” Doc commanded.

As Margie stretched out the table Doc. reached over head to turn on the lights and hidden Internet camera. He carefully surveyed Margie body head to toe before placing his cold stethoscope against her chest to listen carefully to her heart and lungs.

“Margie today we are testing you for asphyxiophilia.”

“A, what?”

“Asphyxiophilia, it is a state of heightened erotic pleasure during climax caused by breath control” Doc. explained. “Also, to a smaller degree, we will be observing your reaction to sensory deprivation. You’ll need to just lay still and breath normally. Benny and I’ll do all the work. But first, roll over on your right side.”

Doc. positioned Margie’s left leg with it’s knee bent in front of her on the exam table. Benny behind her puts on his latex gloves before picking up a large pink butt plug with a dangling hose attached to it base. Benny applied a liberal coating of lubricant to the cone shaped intruder and then spread Margie’s cheeks and presses the tip against her puckered hole. He carefully guided the plug into her body with a short pumping motion to encourage dilation. As the wide base slips out of sight leaving only the hose and it’s attached air pump visible. Benny eases Margie onto her back ensuring that the hose and pump remain accessible between her legs.

Doc. from behind Margie’s head slips a pair of small stereo ear buds into Margie’s ear canal and pushes a button. Margie hears soft violin’s playing chamber music.

Benny attached three sticky pads to her chest to monitor her heart beat. He clips a

probe on her finger to measure your oxygen level and a blood pressure cuff around your arm. With a flip of a switch the electronic box comes to life. After a few beeps, the different digital displays lite up and the blood pressure cuff began to automatically inflate and deflate.

“Before proceeding we will apply restraints” Doc. talking to Benny and his Internet audience.

The men on opposite sides of the table, started at Margie’s ankles tightly securing her with the wide nylon straps built into the table. They continued up her body securing her legs, chest and arms.

Once Margie was secured, Doc. produces a mask from beneath the table. It looked like a military gas mask with large triangles of plastic as eyes pieces, two corrugated rubber hoses hang from the sides. He carefully positions it over Margie face and pulls the six adjustable straps over her head before taking all the slack out of them making an air tight seal.

Margie feels like she’s in an insulated cocoon, drawing her breath in through hoses. Gazing up through the plastic eye holes, she can see little of the room, only occasionally catching a glimpse of Doc. or Benny. The music playing in her ears keep her from hearing any other sounds. Periodically she feels the blood pressure cuff as it cycled through its inflation. She wonders if this was what people in coma experience.

“Tape” Doc. calls to Benny.

Benny rips a piece of black tape from a large wide roll and passes it to Doc. Doc. carefully affixes it to one of the mask’s eye pieces insuring its complete coverage. Doc. extends his empty hand and Benny provides a second piece of tape. Doc. covers the second eye piece. Margie’s world goes black. With a flip of a switch the music playing in Margie’s ears is replaced with white noise, sounding like an old TV set tuned to a blank channel.

Doc. and Benny note that Margie’s heart rate and blood pressure rise as she loses all contact with the outside world.

Doc. begins to explain what is about to happen to his Internet audience “In Asphyxiophilia the subject limits their oxygen supply using different techniques, such as choking with a rope, a plastic bag over their head, etc., etc while they masturbate to climax. This lack of oxygen causes the body to release endorphins raising the level of pleasure at climax. We know that the body needs an oxygen level of at least 19.5% for normal function and as the level of oxygen falls there is first a decrease in stamina and coordination. Around 12 to 14% the breathing rate and heart rate start to increase. Between 8 and 10% mental failure, fainting and unconsciousness occur. At levels of 8% or less for any sustained period, results in death.”

Doc. pauses to let those watching digest his information, then continues “ Today we are going to limit the oxygen to Margie keeping her just above unconsciousness, while we stimulate her. First by inflating a anal probe already in place in her rectum. Once fully aroused we’ll add direct stimulation to the penis where the shaft meets the glans using an electric vibrator. We are able to control the oxygen level to Margie utilizing this air tight full face mask feed through a series of valves that permit closing off room air and redirecting the mask to a bag for re-breathing the same air repeatedly slowly depleting the available oxygen.”

Doc. nods to Benny “shift to re-breathing captured air”

Benny carefully adjust the valves, as he watches the black rubber bag inflate with Margie’s exhaled breath, until the only air flowing to the darken mask is from the bag. Doc. reaches between Margie’s legs and repeatedly squeezes the bulb that pumps air into the now swelling cone deep in her body.

Margie feels the swelling cone as it begins to exert pressure inside her. Her body responds as the cone presses against her sensitive prostate. Doc. continues to pump more and more as he watches the bond body squirm, first in pleasure then in discomfort.

Trapped inside her dark chamber, Margie’s breathing quickens, her body aroused by the pressure. The air flowing into the mask feels heavy and wet.

Outside, Doc. can compress the air pump no further, the swollen pink cone has reached its maximum size. The monitor shows Margie’s heart is beating over 100 times a minute and climbing, while her blood pressures steadily rises. The oxygen level has already fallen below 12%. Benny plug the electric vibrator in and stands by waiting for Doc.’s order.

Margie is really scared, she feels and hears the air as it rushes in an out of the mask as she labors trying to draw deeper and deeper breaths, but her lungs feel empty. The walls of her chest hurt as she frantically tries to draw in air. Her only hope is to tear of the mask.

Doc. and Benny watch dispassionately as Margie squirms and twists trying to break free of her bonds. The monitor starts to beep it warning that the patient is in distress with a heart rate of over 180 and only 10% oxygen remaining.

Margie begins to hallucinate. She sees a bright white light penetrate the covered lens of her mask as her body magically floats up from the table free from its bonds. Washed in the light she is able to turn over suspended above what is happening below and observe the doctor and nurse working on the nude body below.

When the readout reach 8% Doc. nods for Benny to apply the vibrator to the sensitive area of the glans where the head meets the shaft of the penis. Benny holds the thundering vibrator in place and hopes they haven’t waited to long.

Floating above Margie feels the room shake, lightly at first, but stronger every second, then a shock wave with such force that it knocks her from the ceiling. She falls into a bottomless abyss that continues to be shaken by the ongoing earth quake surrounding it.

Doc. observes as the vibrators stimulation has its desired result. Margie’s laboring body arches up pulling against the straps that bind it to the table underneath. A flood of clear liquid pulses from the slitted opening in the now stiff purple head. Margie climaxes again and again like a fountain until there is no more left to pump from her body and still she heaves and jerks deep in the throws of passion.

Benny opens the valve on the tank and flood the mask’s interior with cooling oxygen. Doc presses the release and deflates the swollen pink cone.

Margie feels the earthquake subside and a cool wind blowing from the bottom of the abyss gently slows her fall to a stop. The bright light dims and darkness closes back in on our sleeping beauty.

Doc. and Benny undo the restraints on the now limp body on the table as they watch the readouts on the monitor slowly fall back into the normal ranges. Carefully removing the mask reveals the red ring caused by the frantic deep breaths in search of breathable air.

Margie’s eyelids flutter open as she adjusts to the bright white of the lights above the exam table.

Doc. Asks “Are you OK? Was that the best orgasm you have ever had?’

Margie still confused “Did I cum?”

“Like a geyser, little trooper, like a geyser. Don’t you remember?”

“All I remember is the earth quake. Is the building safe?”Margie still dazed and confused.

“Everything is fine, lay still and rest now.” Doc. consoles his patient as he reaches overhead to turn the lights and camera off; the show is over.

Margie lays quietly, still recovering from her experience, as Doc. and Benny remove the monitoring equipment and the now limp pink plug. With a little help to steady her uneven walk, Margie makes it to the adjoining bath room and a cool refreshing shower. Benny brings her things and Margie dresses and freshens her face. After checking herself in the full length mirror and the back of the door she’s ready to face the world again.

Doc. is waiting in the exam room with a small brown bag. “Here’s the next two weeks worth of meds, we may call before your next visit with special instructions.”

Margie heads for home wondering what will happen next?

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