I sat behind my desk, chart in hand, when the door opened and there she was—Melissa Corey, twenty-three, the same girl I’d watched grow up from the time her mother brought her in for her first shots. My heart slammed against my ribs the instant I saw her. God, she was even more stunning than I remembered. Those 34D breasts—firm, perfectly perky, sitting high and proud on her chest—were straining against the thin blouse she’d worn home from college. And the way those dark ginger pubes peeked out just above the waistband of her skirt… fuck. I’d jerked off to thoughts of her for years. The way her areolas would look when she was naked, big, puffy, sensitive, begging to be played with. My cock twitched hard in my pants at the mere sight of her.

She walked in smiling, all innocent and trusting. “Dr. Burns? It’s me, Melissa Corey…” My pulse raced. Here she was again—my favorite little patient who never suspected a thing. I felt that familiar rush of excitement, the one that always hit when I knew I was about to take total advantage of a girl who had no idea what I was capable of. I could already picture it: pinning those massive, heavy breasts down on the exam table, spreading those thick thighs wide, and stretching that tight, innocent little cunt of hers until she screamed. She’d trust me completely. She’d think every single touch was “just the doctor doing his job.” And I’d make sure she’d remember every second of it for days.

I stood up and greeted her warmly, my voice steady. Inside, my mind was already racing through every dirty scenario. She took her coat off and sat down. I finished the chart, then slid the file aside. “Melissa my dear… how are you?” We chatted. She told me about her new job. I listened, nodding, but my eyes kept drifting down to her chest. Those huge, puffy areolas… I could already see them in my mind—swollen, dark, begging to be pinched and sucked. I felt my cock throb. God, I was going to destroy that pussy.

She stood up to leave. I reached out and put my hand on her shoulder—casual, professional. “You know, Melissa, you’re due for a tetanus booster. Why don’t I give it to you now and spare you a trip?” She agreed. Perfect. Another layer of trust I could exploit. I led her into the exam room, helped her remove her blouse, her skirt, her tights. I left her bra and panties on for now—kept her guessing. My heart was pounding. She looked so small and helpless on the table, those big breasts resting on her chest, dark ginger pubes just visible. I was already imagining how I’d make her submit.

I took her blood pressure, listened to her lungs—resting my hand creepily on one of her firm, perky breasts while I pretended to check for masses. She was wearing a bra, so I couldn’t see how big and puffy her areolas really were yet, but I could feel the weight of them. Fuck, I wanted to rip that bra off and clamp those massive nipples in suction cups until they turned purple and about to burst. My cock leaked pre-cum at the thought. She blushed, said it was fine. Inside I was laughing. She had no idea how much I was going to abuse her body. I kept my hand there a second longer than necessary, feeling her nipples harden under the fabric, then smiled and moved to the next thing.

Next, the rectal thermometer. I told her to lie on her tummy, pulled her panties down, and slid the probe home. I rested my hand on her tight little ass, asked about her last gynecologist visit while she shivered. I could barely contain my excitement. “With the changing times,” I told her, “I’ve started doing pelvics on some of my patients…” I was rock hard. This poor innocent girl was about to get her first real medical “inspection.” I could already see how my gloved fingers would open her up, how my cock would feel when I replaced the probe with my own.

When she finally lay back, I began the abdominal palpation. I felt something suspicious—my fingers wandered lower, cupping the outside of her panties. Then I lifted the band, took a peek, and pulled them back up. She looked mortified. Perfect. I kept pressing, feeling her heat through the thin fabric. My cock was throbbing so hard I had to shift in my seat. I could taste the fear on the air, sweet and young, and it made me throb harder.

I decided the rectal exam was next. We went to the bathroom. After she peed, I brought her back to the exam table, extended the stirrups, and started the pelvic. Gloves on, I spread her lips and stared at her pussy. Tight. So fucking tight. The thought hit me like lightning: this poor girl had never been stretched before. She trusted me completely. I was going to ruin her for anyone else and she’d never even suspect it was me. I could feel my pre-cum soaking the front of my pants just from the sight of it.

I ran my finger up and down her slit. She got wet—god, she was soaked already. My mind raced with every disgusting detail. I was going to make her cum on my fingers before I even put the speculum in. But first, the breasts. I cupped them from below, lifted and squeezed, thumbs circling those huge, puffy areolas until they were rock-hard and swollen. I rolled them between my fingers, pinched hard, pulled until they stretched wide. She moaned. I measured them with the caliper. Top 90th percentile? Fuck yes. I was hard as steel. I could already picture how they’d look stretched around my cock when I finally took her.

Then I flicked her clit a few times, told her we were starting the speculum. The oversized metal one went in. She gasped as the cold shaft stretched her pussy lips painfully wide. I turned it, forcing it deeper, feeling her inner walls tear just a little. She was clenching around it—perfect. I shone the light, took the Pap smear, then pulled it out with a wet sound. I squeezed KY on my fingers, pushed two in, then four. She felt so full—too full. I pressed down on her abdomen, felt her ovaries, then kept going. No warning. I slid my wrist in next, twisted it brutally, grinding it deep into her cervix while she screamed in agony. Her pussy stretched past anything she’d ever felt—past her own fingers, past any man who’d ever touched her. I could feel her clenching and rippling around my wrist. I twisted harder, faster, until tears streamed down her face. I left my fist buried inside her for a full thirty seconds, just to feel her spasm and squeeze me like a virgin. Then I pulled out slowly, watching the gape slowly close. I could feel the muscle relaxants I’d slipped into her system right after the shot already starting to loosen her up.

The rectal exam followed. Finger after finger, then the speculum. She screamed when I expanded it. I took the swab, closed it, and let her up. She sat there naked, confused and shaking. I gave her the suppositories. I relubed my finger, pressed one deep into her ass, then the second. I kept it in for minutes, massaging her tight hole while she whimpered. I squeezed her buttocks together, whispering, “Good girl… let me feel how tight you still are.” I could feel her asshole clenching around my knuckles, and it only made me harder.

Then I turned her face down again for the shot. As I plunged the needle into her ass, I rested my other hand super creepily on her pussy—palm flat, middle finger lightly circling her swollen clit. She was passed out instantly. While she was unconscious, I kept my hand there, pressing harder, feeling her pulse throb against my fingers. I could still feel the faint aftershocks from when my fist had been inside her. I smiled. I was going to destroy her completely.

I began by pulling her thies open and, without warming up deu to the muscle relaxants and her innability to protest, shoven my entire hand inside her young cunthole. I kept my hand buried deep inside her slack pussy as she lay face-down on the exam table, her unconscious body twitching and jerking weakly against the muscle relaxants that had already taken full hold of her nervous system. Every time her hips bucked, her tight little cunt clenched and rippled around my fist like a virgin’s desperate squeeze, milking me even in her blackout state. I grinned wider, watching those dark ginger pubes sway with each half-hearted spasm. I was going to destroy her completely, and I wasn’t even close to done yet.

I slammed my cock into her soaked, wrecked pussy at the same time my fist kept stretching her open, the dual invasion forcing a long, wet squelch out of her helpless body as I pounded her in brutal, overlapping strokes. Her womb bulged visibly with every thrust, the muscle relaxants turning her into a limp, cum-hungry fleshlight that I used however I wanted. I came hard—thick ropes of hot, sticky seed flooding her cervix, mixing with the blood and tears already leaking around my wrist—while my other hand never left her gushing hole, pumping even more until it ran down her thighs in obscene rivers.

I grabbed both of her massive, puffy areolas and yanked them apart like the handles they were, sinking my teeth straight into the sensitive dark flesh and biting down until they were bruised purple and leaking milk-white fluid from the punctures. I whipped them with my open palm, watching the jiggle and slap, then bit harder on the left one until she would have screamed if she could still feel anything—her eyes rolled back and her whole body shuddered from the aftershocks of the muscle relaxants, but nothing escaped her lips.

I flipped her onto her back, spread her legs obscenely wide, and slammed my cock back into her sloppy, cum-filled pussy, pounding her so hard her tits bounced wildly and her cervix kissed my balls with every savage thrust. I reached down and shoved two fingers into her ruined ass at the same time, scissoring them brutally while I railed her cunt, the stretch turning her into a complete wreck that only existed for my pleasure. I flipped her again onto all fours, yanked her hips up, and jackhammered her pussy until it gaped open around my dick, then pulled out and forced the head in her tight little ass, stretching that hole wide while I kept slamming her pussy with the same brutal rhythm—savage, merciless, and completely without mercy. Her unconscious body just twitched and drooled, too relaxed to fight back as I used her holes like cheap toys until I filled her ass with another massive load.

After she woke up, I had her go to the bathroom. I held the cub for her, cleaned her pussy and ass with a warm washcloth—thoroughly, rubbing my thumb over her clit until she whimpered. “Good girls,” I said, guiding her back to the door. As I let go, I slid my hand past her breast, cupping one of those massive, puffy areolas, giving it a slow, possessive squeeze. She was so shocked she couldn’t move. I smiled, let her out, and locked the door behind her.

Later, alone in my office, I closed my eyes and imagined every second. Her huge, sensitive areolas—those dark, puffy nipples—had been so easy to stretch and pinch. Her pussy—god, so tight, so untouched—had been destroyed by my fist, then relaxed with the muscle relaxants I’d slipped into her system right after the shot. She’d feel that sour, swollen, wrecked feeling for days. She’d be confused, sore, walking funny, blaming it on the antibiotics or the enema. No one would ever know it was me. She trusted me. She’d never suspect a thing.

I jerked off furiously, replaying how I’d twisted my wrist inside her, how she’d screamed when the speculum tore her open, how those massive areolas had felt in my hands. My cock exploded, shooting hard onto the desk. Fuck, I was going to do it again—maybe next time she’d come in for her annual exam and I’d take even more. This innocent little slut with her huge, puffy areolas was mine to ruin whenever I wanted. I could already picture pinning her down again, maybe this time adding the suction cups to her nipples until they were purple and swollen, maybe even using the rectal speculum to stretch her ass while she screamed and came. She was going to be my perfect little broken toy, and she would never, ever know it was me.