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Jiminie’s Itchy Boobies led to Wrecked Cunny
The scent of burnt caramel lingered in the lecture hall air, thick and unwelcome, clinging to Jiminie’s oversized sweater as he frantically scribbled notes. Outside, pigeons squabbled over a discarded pretzel, their argument echoing his own internal panic about Professor Aris’s impossible calculus problem.
He shifted uncomfortably, the soft wool brushing against skin that felt strangely taut beneath his shirt. A faint prickle danced across his chest, ignored amidst the equations swirling in his head like angry bees. Focus, Jiminie, he silently chided himself, biting his plush lower lip, just gotta get through this… then maybe nap? Yes, nap.
Later, cocooned in the quiet of his dorm room, Jiminie sighed, peeling off the scratchy sweater. The cool air was a relief, but only for a moment. His gaze drifted downwards, settling on the generous swell of his chest – soft, full curves that seemed utterly incongruous on his otherwise slender frame.
"Oh, hello there, silly things," he murmured softly, tracing a fingertip along the sensitive swell, a faint blush rising on his cheeks. "You're being extra big today, aren't you? So... noticeable." He remembered the whispers in the cafeteria yesterday, the sharp glances from Mei-Lin and her friends, their eyes cold as they tracked his movements.
Their envy was a palpable, prickly thing, hanging heavy in the air whenever he passed. He padded to his small desk, grabbing the bottle of lavender-scented lotion he always used after lectures. Mmm, smells nice and safe, he thought absently, squirting a generous dollop onto his palm.
"Gotta keep you soft and happy, right?" he cooed gently to his breasts, rubbing the cool cream onto the sensitive skin with careful, circular motions. "Be good for Jiminie, okay?" The familiar scent filled the small space, momentarily calming him.
Almost instantly, the gentle coolness bloomed into something else – a fierce, crawling heat. "Huh?" Jiminie gasped softly, his hands freezing mid-stroke. A thousand invisible ants seemed to burrow beneath his skin, concentrated fiercely on the tender flesh of his breasts.
"N-no," he whimpered, dropping the lotion bottle with a clatter. "That's... that's not right... " The itch intensified rapidly, morphing from a tickle into a maddening, relentless burn. He scratched frantically, his nails raking over the soft mounds, but it only seemed to make the inferno worse. Tears pricked at his eyes, blurring his vision as he stumbled backwards, bumping into his narrow bed.
"Owie... Ow-owie... " he cried out, his voice trembling with bewildered distress. The soft skin turned an angry red beneath his frantic touch, the smooth surface now marred by welts.
"Why... why does it burn so bad?" he sobbed, clutching at himself, the lavender scent suddenly cloying and accusatory.
"Was... was it something I did? Did I make you angry?" He rocked slightly, utterly bewildered and consumed by the unbearable sensation radiating from his chest.
Desperation clawed at him sharper than the itch. Whimpers escaped his throat as he paced the tiny room, clutching his inflamed chest. "Okay, okay," he breathed shakily, trying to sound brave despite the tremble in his voice.
"Doctor knows... doctors fix boo-boos." The campus clinic was his only hope. Quickly, clumsily, he pulled a loose, soft tunic over his head, wincing as the fabric dragged against his tortured skin. "Shh, shh," he comforted his trembling reflection in the mirror, wiping tears away with the back of his hand.
"Be brave, Jiminie. Just gotta get help." He grabbed his small satchel, fingers fumbling with the clasp in his haste. The walk across campus was a blur of agony, every step sending jolts through his inflamed nerves.
He kept his head down, avoiding glances, whispering reassurances to himself.. "Almost there... good boy... just need the doctor to make it stop." Bursting through the clinic doors, his wide, watery eyes scanned the reception area.
"Help?" his voice cracked, small and pleading. "Please... it hurts... my... my boo boos?"
The sterile air of Dr. Jack’s examination room felt cold against Jiminie’s flushed skin after he’d hesitantly shed his tunic. Dr. Jack, a man with sharp features softened by a practiced bedside manner, leaned closer, his gaze intensely focused – not on the angry welts, but on the magnificent swell beneath them.
"My, my…. Who is here?.... Awww… Jiminie..with his boobies," he breathed, an unsettlingly warm appreciation coloring his tone. "Such remarkably... developed pectorals for a young boy." His gloved fingers traced the inflamed edge, lingering unnecessarily on the plump, soft flesh untouched by the rash.
"The inflammation is severe my boy, certainly... but truly, Jiminie, these are exceptional." Jiminie squirmed under the scrutiny, a blush creeping up his neck.
"Doctor?" he whispered timidly. "The itch...?" Jack waved a dismissive hand.
"A minor complication. The primary concern is alleviating the pressure... the lactic build-up." He leaned in conspiratorially.
"The most effective remedy? Suction. Direct stimulation. Milk them, essentially." Jiminie blinked, confusion warring with desperate hope. "S-suck them? Like... like a baby?" Jack’s smile widened. "Precisely. It draws out the irritant and promotes healing. Try it yourself… you’ll feel immediate relief."
Hope fluttered weakly in Jiminie’s chest. Relief? He glanced down at his aching mounds, then tentatively craned his neck, twisting awkwardly. He strained, stretching his plush lips towards the closest, tender peak. His soft whimpers filled the room as he twisted and turned, his slender frame contorting painfully.
"Come on, Jiminie," he muttered breathlessly, straining harder. His lips puckered futilely mere inches from the sensitive nipple. "Almost... got it..." He sucked a little…pushed until a sharp pain shot through his back. Defeated, he slumped, breathing heavily, tears of frustration welling again.
"Can't..." he choked out, his voice thick with despair and humiliation. "Too... too big... Can't reach..." He looked up at Dr. Jack, his large, innocent eyes brimming with helpless tears, lower lip trembling.
"Doctor? It won't... won't work. Jiminie can't do it." His shoulders slumped in utter submission. "Please... you know how? Can... Can Doctor Jack help Jiminie?"
A slow, triumphant smile spread across Dr. Jack’s face as he smoothly pulled his chair closer. "Poor, sweet boy," he murmured, his voice dropping to a velvety purr. "Of course, I can assist. Such delicate skin requires expert care."
He peeled off his gloves deliberately, his gaze locked onto Jiminie’s flushed, vulnerable form. "Just relax now. Let the doctor take care of his precious patient." His hand, cool and large, gently cupped the underside of one heavy breast, lifting it slightly.
Jiminie gasped sharply at the touch, a confusing mix of residual pain, cold relief, and something else entirely flooding through him. He instinctively recoiled a fraction, but Jack’s firm, guiding pressure held him in place.
"Shh," Jack soothed, his thumb tracing the inflamed border near the nipple. "Be a good boy. Doesn't that feel... necessary?" Jiminie swallowed hard, his breath hitching. The doctor’s intense focus, the sheer inevitability of it, pinned him to the examination table. His eyes widened, locked onto Jack’s descending face.
"Doctor...?" he breathed, a tremulous question hanging in the air, his body trembling with anticipation and apprehension as Jack’s lips parted near the swollen, aching flesh.
"Oh... Ohhhh..." Jiminie whimpered softly, a tiny gasp escaping his plush lips as Dr. Jack’s warm mouth finally closed over the tender peak. It wasn't a bite, but a firm, encompassing seal, a gentle suction that instantly drew a sharp, confusing jolt through Jiminie’s core.
"Aaaaahhhhh…. mmmggghhh…..Doctor Jack... your….aaahhh….mouth" he whispered in bewildered wonder, his fingers curling nervously into the crisp paper covering the exam table.
"Feels... feels whoosh... inside" The fierce, awful itch seemed to melt away beneath the doctor's expert pull, replaced by a strange, deep warmth spreading outward.
"Jiminie's silly titty... likes the doctor" he murmured shyly, a flush creepin up his neck as Jack's tongue swirled expertly.
"Mmm... so warm... Doctor fixes….. mggghhhhh" His eyelids fluttered, head tilting back slightly against the headrest, a soft sigh escaping him.
"Doctor. good.. Doctor helps Jiminie's poor itchy boobies" He felt so small, so cared for, the doctor's strong hands supporting him, his gentle sucking pulling out the badness.
"Thankies... Doctor Jack" he breathed, his voice barely audible.
The sensation intensified, a rhythmic pull that felt both deeply soothing and profoundly unsettling. Jack shifted his attention slightly, his lips molding perfectly to the soft swell, his tongue pressing insistently against the sensitive bud trapped within the wet heat of his mouth. Jiminie felt a hitch in his breathing, a strange flutter deep in his belly.
"Ah... D-Doctor..." he gasped, his hips shifting involuntarily. "That... that spot... tickles…Aaaaahhhh…mmhghhh... " The suction deepened, pulling a soft, involuntary moan from Jiminie’s throat. His blush deepened to a rosy crimson as he realized the sound escaped him.
"Oh... My Naughty mouth made Jiminie moan Huh?" he whispered, aroused yet strangely thrilled. The doctor’s free hand slid possessively to cradle his other breast, fingers gently kneading the soft, heavy flesh. Jiminie felt utterly enveloped, surrendered.
"Doctor Jack... knows best" he murmured, a question and a plea. "Jiminie just... wants the itchy gone" Yet his body arched subtly into the doctor’s ministrations, seeking more of the confusing, delicious relief. "Feels... feels like magic" he sighed dreamily, his eyes drifting shut.
Dr. Jack finally released the nipple with a soft, wet pop, leaving it glistening and slightly swollen. He admired his handiwork for a breathless moment before shifting his attention decisively to Jiminie’s other neglected breast. Jiminie whimpered softly at the loss of sensation, then gasped anew as the doctor’s mouth claimed the second peak with the same firm insistence.
"Oh... Other one too?" Jiminie breathed, surprised yet eager. The same deep warmth flooded him, washing over the lingering traces of inflammation. Jack’s technique was practiced, almost hypnotic, his suction alternating between gentle pulls and firmer draws that sent shivers down Jiminie’s spine. He felt the doctor’s thumb tracing idle circles on the breast he'd just released, a possessive, lingering touch.
"Doctor... Doctor Jack," Jiminie murmured, his voice thick with a drowsy, overwhelmed confusion. "The itchies... are they... running away?"
His mind felt fuzzy, his body yielding completely to the doctor's control. "Jiminie feels... floaty… Aaarrrgggmmggghhh" He tilted his head, gazing down with wide, trusting eyes at the doctor diligently nursing at his chest.
"Is... is Jiminie being a good patient?" The question was soft, laden with a desperate need for approval, his submission deepening as Dr. Jack hummed low in his throat, the vibration resonating through Jiminie’s very core.
Dr. Jack’s lips curved into a smile against Jiminie’s soft skin before intensifying his ministrations. His tongue pressed firmly against the sensitive bud trapped within his mouth, flicking rhythmically while his suction grew deeper, more demanding. Jiminie gasped sharply, his back arching off the table despite himself.
"Eep... Doctor Jack... " he cried out, a tremor running through him. "That... that little spot... it sparkles... " The unexpected intensity sent a jolt of electric pleasure radiating outward, mingling confusingly with the fading ache. He felt a sudden, wet heat bloom deep inside him, startling in its unfamiliarity.
"Oh... Jiminie's... Jiminie's tummy feels all wobbly… Whyyyy" he whispered, bewildered yet flushed, his fingers clutching the paper sheet tighter.
"And Jiminie's... down there... feels... squishy?" The sensations were overwhelming, blurring the line between relief and something entirely new and terrifyingly pleasurable. He looked down, wide-eyed, at the doctor feasting on him.
"Is... is Doctor Jack making Jiminie’s... Jiminie’s kitty purr?" His blush deepened impossibly, spreading down to his collarbones, as he voiced the innocent, mortifying question, his submission now tinged with a dawning, vulnerable awareness of his own body's forbidden response.
The doctor’s free hand slipped lower, gliding smoothly over Jiminie’s trembling belly, fingers tracing the delicate curve towards the waistband of his soft cotton shorts. Jiminie froze, a tiny gasp catching in his throat.
"D-Doctor?" he whispered, his voice trembling with sudden apprehension.
"Where... where is Doctor Jack’s hand going?" The touch felt different now, not soothing but exploratory, possessive. Jack’s fingers dipped beneath the elastic, brushing the soft curls nestled below. Jiminie instinctively squeezed his thighs together, a trembling barrier.
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