Chapter 4 - the first test

She is perfectly aware as she kneels at the table, stuffing bite after bite, then slice after slice of the cake, into her mouth, of what is happening to her. On a distant level her conscious mind watches in horror as she sits, her knees apart, her hips gently undulating, her hands and mouth now covered with chocolate, unable to stop. The part of her that wants to resist sees the futility of opposing the tidal wave of pleasure and need that is washing over her body with each enormous mouthful of the delicious cake. Her breasts feel on fire with need, and her hand reaches down to cup one, leaving a chocolatey hand-print on her white hospital gown as she massages her supple mammary, the sugary feast bringing the sensation in her tits to life, the rubbing magnifying her arousal as she grabs the milk-shake from the table with her free hand, horrified by her hunger as she places it close to the edge of the table, sucking strongly on the straw with her mouth as her other hand massages her neglected breast, rubbing the yielding tissue as her fingers tweak and rub her inflamed nipples.

She breaths heavily as the thick and delicious liquid floods her mouth, gushing down her throat into her already distended belly. Her breasts reward the stimulation with delicious sensations, her arousal rising to levels she had never experienced with men. One hand idly travels from her breast, down the gown and into her lap. Perplexed and frustrated to feel no response from her engorged pussy, she adjusts her position, lifting the loose fitting gown up over her hips to allow her hand to caress her vulva, her fingers exploring its wet and longing folds, but she is frustrated to feel nothing.

"Please!" She cries out between desperate slurps at the milkshake. "Please help me - I - I need help, I need to cum, please I can't bear it! It's - it's like not being able to breathe! Help me!" With that she returns to the milkshake, panicked for a moment to find the cup empty before discarding it, and grabbing a tub of ice-cream. She begins to shovel the soft chocolate chip ice-cream with a spoon, the tub held close to her as her eyes continue to plead with Alma and Dr Stevens. Dribbles of melting ice-cream drip from her chin down the now soiled hospital gown, the table covered with discarded cake trays, crumbs and smears of icing. Dr Stevens looks knowingly at Alma, who smiles back.

"Shall I?" Offers Alma.

"Not yet," says Dr Stevens with a grin, "I need to see how she does with the first test, then we can see."

Gina holds the nearly empty carton up to her mouth to drain the dregs, grabbing the second ice-cream tub as she discards the first, sinking the spoon into it and swallowing huge mouthfuls. The spasms of pleasure that wrack her body are obvious and she is unable to contain or disguise them. Her squirming and writhing is a testament to the unbearable stimulation, but terrible absence of any release as the frustration and need continues to climb. "Alma, you may show her what her pussy needs now."

Alma smiles, approaching Gina, and, with some resistance, guiding her hand away from the ice cream tub, placing the tub on the table within easy reach as Gina continues to spoon the rich substance into her mouth, gulping it down desperately as she pants and bucks. Alma takes Gina's hand, and places it firmly into the base of the last empty cake tray, covering it with sticky chocolate icing. Alma rubs the girls' fingers in the icing, ensuring her hand is covered with it, then, gently lifting Gina's gown a little further to expose the woman's crotch, she places Gina's chocolatey hand over her swollen pussy.

The effect is immediate, the shock of stimulation is obvious as Gina begins to rub enthusiastically, without ever slowing down her intake of ice-cream. All thoughts of humiliation and shame are gone as she responds only to animal needs, Gina lewdly rubs the icing into her exposed pussy, hardly noticing that Alma and Dr Stevens have begun to laugh as she desperately masturbates herself, stopping only to dip her hand in the near-empty second ice-cream tub and then smear the cold substance on her pulsing sex in the hope of providing some release from the burning need for orgasm.

She empties the second ice-cream container, and looks around desperately for more food, realizing in horror that it is all gone. Three cakes, two large tubs of ice-cream, and a large milk-shake, and while her belly aches with fullness, her appetite feels barely touched. "Please! Alma, please, I need more - please help me - I'm so hungry!"

"Oh Gina!" Alma jokes, "You can't possibly need more - that was a huge amount of cake and ice-cream!"

"Please! Oh Please Alma don't torture me! You know what you've done to me - I can't stop, I c-can't control myself, I need it Alma please!"

"OK Gina, but first, what are you going to do for us in return for more food?" Alma looks knowingly at Dr Steven's as she smiles at the guilty pleasure of teasing Gina.

"What? What do you want? I'll do anything, please, just please help me!"

"Well Gina," says Alma, smiling broadly, "I know that Dr Stevens sometimes likes his patients to show their appreciation for his work by offering themselves to him while they are eating - don't you think that would be a nice gesture on your part Gina?"

"I-I oh please, no - please don't! I - I so need it - please, Dr Stevens, my body, it's so intense, I don't think I can bear it! Please let me cum!" Gina kneels facing Dr Stevens, her shame and humiliation returning as the stimulation has ceased, unable to stop herself from frantically rubbing her pussy, even as the level of stimulation she feels fades away. "Dr Stevens, please, please let me have more to eat, I - I want you to - I want you to t-take me while I eat - please?"

"That's a sweet offer Gina, that would be lovely. Please kneel on all fours, and Alma will bring you some more food while we enjoy each other." Gina begins to sob as she kneels, facing the table, her hands on the ground and her ass held in the air as her ankles are pulled forward. She sees Alma bring a large trough-like bowl full of a thick brown liquid which she places on the table in front of Alma's face, and feels Dr Steven's hands take her by the hips as she hears his pants fall to the floor. Her face is already buried in the trough of chocolate syrup, her tongue lapping at it, the delicious sensations of sexual reward washing over her once more as her feelings of degradation and shame at her animalistic behavior fade away in the face of the onslaught of stimulation and pleasure. She panics momentarily as she feels Dr Steven's cock pressing firmly, not against her pussy, but at the tightly buttoned sphincter of her virgin ass. For a moment she considers protesting, but cannot bring herself to lift her mouth from the feeding trough as she squeals in pain, feeling the man's erect member penetrate her, first resting just inside her, then thrusting deeply.

The sensation is simultaneously agonizing, and the most amazing cascade of pleasure she has ever experience. As the doctor holds her hips, slamming his thick member again and again into her ass she drinks deeply of the chocolate syrup, her body hopelessly vulnerable and at the mercy of the stimulation she is receiving. As the doctors thrusts reach a crescendo and he pushes even deeper, ejaculating his seed into her, she finally receives the relief she has been craving, spasming in a massive orgasm, almost choking as chocolate syrup dribbles from her mouth and face, her sticky and sweat covered body collapsing in exhaustion.

"Very well done, Gina." Says Dr Stevens as Gina sobs in relief and shame. "As you may have noticed, while I had you under I did make another small modification - you'll only be able to cum while you're eating and simultaneously receiving aggressive anal stimulation. A lot of girls find that entertaining - it's always good to involve others in your sexual satisfaction. Of course, you'll still have to eat a lot to cum, but to push yourself over the edge you'll need to find someone to f*ck you in the ass while you eat."