Althea Special

As the floor was again sprayed down, Althea felt the woman behind her taking her hair ties out and then she started to brush her hair. The one in front set down the hose and came back with a bucket of soap. Using both a sponge and her hands, she started washing Althea down, of course she paid extra attention to her boobs and nipples. The one in back started washing her hair as the one in front left to do something else.

After her hair had been rinsed out, the one that had been in front came back and washed Althea's back. She then did a thorough washing of Althea's butthole. She had saved Althea's pussy for last. She didn't disappoint. Even with all the soapy water that had been draining down her front, Althea could feel that her pussy was still well lubricated with her juices. The woman carefully cleaned the exterior, and then she stuck the nozzle deep into her opening and cleaned the inside with a soft spray of almost too hot water.

After that, she unclipped Althea's legs and washed them while the other woman gently blow dried her hair. When she was done washing her legs, the woman in front came back with some type of gel that she smeared around and into Althea's pussy using her fingers to work it deep into her. She then went around behind her and lubed her butthole up before sticking another butt plug into her. Althea assumed it was yet another enema, but it turned out it was just a butt plug.

Althea could see that the hot water had turned her normally pale skin a bright red.

When Althea's shower bath was finally finished, the head waiter and another waiter wheeled a flat, metal cart with shelves into the kitchen. It was positioned behind her, and she was lifted up on top of it by the two waiters and the two women. Althea was sitting on the edge of the cart with her hands still tied above her head. Sitting down caused her to be very cognizant of the butt plug she still had in.

The head waiter then started describing to the junior waiter (in English) how the feeding tube was going to be inserted down her nose.

What! Althea screamed to herself. She wanted to tell them that she could and would eat whatever they wanted her to, but her tongue still felt thick, and she couldn't bring herself to try and talk through the ball gag. The junior waiter actually loosened her ball gag so he could stick a straw in her mouth for her to drink some water to make sure the tube went down the right opening.

After the tube had been inserted by the head waiter, Althea's hands were released from the cord above, and she was placed on the cart on her back. Her hands were tied to the cart.

Next, the knee cuffs were put back on her and she was tied with her knees pulled up and spread wide. A piece of foam had been placed on the top for Althea to lie on, and they had positioned a pillow behind her head.

Reaching down to one of the lower shelves, the head waiter came up with a long thin plastic nozzle that had a hose attached. As he took the cap off, the head waiter directed the junior waiter to 'watch close'. When he used one hand to stretch her pussy even more apart, Althea thought the nozzle was going to go up her vagina. But she twitched in surprise when he inserted it in her urinary tract and smoothly pushed it into her. When it got deep enough, Althea felt her bladder empty. Then the head waiter reached down to the shelf. Althea heard a faint hum as she felt her bladder filling back up. Paying no attention to her, the head waiter explained to the junior waiter they were going to rinse her out twice with a saline solution.

As her bladder stretched bigger and bigger, Althea thought she was going to burst until he reached down, and she felt instant relief as her bladder drained. Although she now knew it was a quick procedure, the second time was worse because she knew what was coming.

Next, the head waiter pulled out a waxing kit from the lower shelf and got ready to wax Althea's pussy. Althea looked down at her neatly trimmed landing strip. She didn't remember letting it grow out.

Wait, was my landing strip peaking out above my very low cut skirt? Althea remembered putting the skirt on and thinking it would have been an issue being so low in front if she hadn't been completely shaved bare. Oh well, it didn't look like that was going to matter for very much longer.

The head waiter then started describing the waxing process to the junior waiter who appeared to be in training. It was evidently his first time as he was awkward applying the wax and pulling the strips off. Althea didn't normally mind being waxed, but this one was more painful than most.

And she wasn't normally waxed while she was tied to a cart in the middle of a commercial kitchen while the kitchen staff all gleefully watched!

At least she only had a tiny region that needed waxing.

As the waxing was going on, Althea felt her stomach filling up. She felt stuffed like she had eaten a big Thanksgiving meal.

After they were finished with the waxing, the head waiter told the other waiter that he was going to disconnect the feeding tube but leave it in place for later. He pulled the tube apart right where it came out of her nose and then clamped a ring into her nostril. As he was doing this, he was explaining to the other waiter. "We wouldn't want the tube inside of her nose disappearing down her throat. This clamp holds it in place. Unless you look really close, you would think it's a typical nose ring."

In her muddled, embarrassed confusion, Althea was humiliated how they had been talking about her and doing things to her like she wasn't even there. Or was there, but wasn't a person that even needed to be informed what was going on.

The two waiters rolled Althea out of the kitchen, still naked on the cart, down a hallway. Althea wasn't exactly happy about being tied to a cart naked and being rolled around the hallways. But she was happy to get out of the kitchen and out of the sight of the male Latino workers.

She was rolled into a freight elevator that they took to what looked like a basement. Next, she was rolled up to a heavy steel door. Althea though it might be some kind of walk in freezer, but it was a small, concrete room that was mostly empty except for a shelf on one wall with various odd equipment.

Metal band nipple clamps were put back on each nipple although they were smaller than the ones in the kitchen. Instead of having a thumb screw that stuck out the bottom, these worked like a squeeze hose clamp. The ring could be made bigger by squeezing the ends of the band with a pair of pliers and then they would shrink when released. Once they were in place, it almost looked like a solid band that had been permanently placed around her nipples.

Althea was wondering what they were planning on doing that they couldn't have just done in the kitchen, when the head waiter held up two large glass tubes that were opened at one end and had a tube attached to the other. She didn't recognize what it was at first, but as soon as he started to position the open end over her nipple she realized what was coming.

Where the tube connected to the glass, there was a wheel. As he spun the wheel, Althea felt the vacuum take hold. The tube sealed up tight around her soft pink circle, and Althea felt her nipple pulled into the glass. The glass tubes were so big, maybe two feet long, that the waiters had to hold them in place.

After both her nipples had extended out to a full inch, the head waiter reduced the vacuum and then pulled the tube off as he grabbed her nipple. Using the pliers, he then moved the nipple band down as far as he could. He told the junior waiter to do likewise.

Both tubes were put back on, and the wheel was spun for the vacuum. The head waiter told the junior waiter that they could just wait and see how much more progress they could make, but it looked like they had a long way to go, and it wasn't worth wasting time on.

He told the junior waiter to hold both tubes, and then he walked over and shut the heavy, steel door that had been left open. The whole time he was explaining everything to the junior waiter.

"The pressure in the tube can only go to zero. So that means you can only get one atmosphere of pressure on the nipple at most. People tend to think that the vacuum in the tube pulls on the nipple, but that isn't right. It's actually the pressure inside of the body that pushes out. If we were at sea level, the pressure would be around 14.7 psi. So in theory you could push the nipple out with a pressure of 14.7 psi. But we aren't even at sea level, and you can't get all of the air pumped out of the tube. So the 14.7 is an upper limit you can't even reach.

"But if we increase the pressure on the body, then we can get past this limit. So that is the reason for doing this inside of a pressure chamber. Let's start out by adding an additional atmosphere. That is around the pressure you would experience if you dove underwater to a depth of 35 feet or so."

As the head waiter was talking, he was operating a control panel on the side of the wall. Althea heard a rumble that must have been the air pumps coming on. Her body didn't feel any different, except the pulling on her nipples increased. And even if the head waiter knew his physics, it sure felt like something was trying to pull and rip her nipples clear off of her breasts.

She was curious as to why they were keeping a tight band clamped around the bottom of each nipple. Isn't the point of vacuum pumping a body part to cause it to swell up with blood and fluid? Althea wondered.

On the other hand, there was no denying that her nipples were growing longer. She could see a half inch gap or more between her pink circles and the metal bands around her nipples. The pressure on her nipples was uncomfortable and erotic - like somebody was playing with them roughly. She noticed also that she was starting to breath harder.

Eventually, the head waiter commented that it looked like good progress was being made. They removed the glass tubes and moved the bands down to the base of her nipples again. They were still only about a half inch wide, but Althea thought they had grown to at least two inches long. They still stood erect, but they looked a little softer, no longer the rigid glass cutters she had before.

The head waiter put the pressure in the room back to normal as he continued talking to the junior waiter. "I hope you don't have a problem clearing your ears with the pressure change. If I keep the pressure up too high for too long, we have to worry about getting the bends if I drop the pressure back too quickly. So it's better to do a lot of short sessions, but that's also a lot of quick pressure changes.

"She should be okay." The head waiter seemed to acknowledge Althea's presence for the first time since he sent her to sit at the bar. "During the job interview, we always ask if they'd be interested in being a steward on a private jet, and if they've ever had a problem clearing their ears. We also look for candidates, like this one, that have gone scuba diving.

"She's really tight." The head waiter continued. "I'm going up to plus two atmospheres or about 70 feet depth of water."

Althea felt like someone had used the pliers to grab her nipples and were pulling with all their might. It was painful but the pain was mixed with a sexual stimulation that made it pleasurable too. Her heavy breathing once again turned to panting and moaning.

The head waiter paused twice to adjust the metal bands downwards before he stopped and let the pressure out of the room. "This may take longer than I thought." He commented. "I think we should switch to her milk jugs."

Althea had closed her eyes and wondered if she was going to have another of her mini-orgasms, but the head waiter had stopped in time. As she caught her breath, she stared down at her nipples in disbelief. They stuck at about four inches like little, pink fingers.

The head waiter came back with two, small, thin circles of metal. The circles were about two inches in diameter and only an eighth inch or so thick. The circle had a slot, so it was sort of U-shaped. He slid the slot just under the band that was around each nipple. It looked like her soft, pink circles had turned metallic.

"There." Said the head waiter to the junior waiter. "That will work as a washer. We don't want her nipples slipping back into her boobs."

He then came back with two giant, glass cups that had a tube coming out the top. As she expected, he placed one cup over each of her breasts and turned the vacuum on.

There was no longer any doubt whether her breasts were swollen. Althea could see them enlarging inside of the glass cups. Within a few minutes her B cups looked like they were turning into C cups.

"We'll just leave them there." The head waiter said. Unlike the glass tubes for the nipples, the cups didn't need to be held in place.

Althea felt like her breasts were being roughly played with. It didn't hurt as much as the nipple vacuum had. And it was also partly pleasurable, but it wasn't going to give her an orgasm either.

The head waiter came back with a much smaller glass tube with a hose. If they hadn't already worked on them, Althea would have thought that was for a nipple. Instead, she felt some measure of dread when he started rubbing his thumb on her clit. She was already so excited from everything that had already happened, that she was panting and moaning immediately.

But instead of bringing her off, the head waiter teased back her clit hood and put the glass tube firmly over her clit. Althea felt the glass tube vacuum itself down as her very well lubricated clit was sucked firmly up and into the tube.

On the one hand, this hurt more than the nipple pump had. On the other, it was more stimulating and Althea knew she was on track to cum.

She was vaguely aware of the head waiter saying he was going to go to plus two atmospheres. And she was vaguely aware that her breasts hurt much more. But more than anything, she was very aware of the painful fire that was exploding her clit and causing her to squeal through her ball gag.

It was a long, hard orgasm.

By the time she had halfway caught her breath and opened her eyes, the glass tube on her clit had been removed. Her clit had swollen to the size of a large grape and pushed her clit hood completely out of the way. Looking closer, she could see a tiny wire going around the base of her clit.

Althea could see a sheen of sweat on her pussy and clit, but she was a bit puzzled. When she was excited for a long time and then had an orgasm, her pussy was usually a fountain of syrupy, female grool. If she was standing, kneeling, or on all fours, it would be enough to run down her leg.

But there was nothing like that this time, no dripping or oozing. Even if one of both of the waiters had cleaned her up with a towel (which indeed he had), she was very confused and puzzled as to why her sexual lubrication wasn't not oozing out of her like normal.

"Oh, we should probably hook the feeding tube back up." The head waiter pulled a tube out from under the cart, removed her nose ring, and pushed the two tubes together. "Her milk jugs are coming along nicely." He said as he studied her boobs through the glass cups.

Althea looked down at her chest, her B cups were now easily C cups. And her nipples still stuck out another four inches beyond that.

"Let's go back to just the nipple pumps." The head waiter said as he turned the glass cup vacuum off and removed them.

I look like I've had a boob job. Althea thought wryly to herself. Well except for those obscene pink fingers sticking out from my areolas, she mentally rolled her eyes.

After putting the glass nipple tubes back on, the head waiter had the junior waiter hold both of them in place as he immediately went over to the control panel.

"I'm going straight to three plus atmospheres." It wasn't clear who, if anyone, that was directed at.

It was the first time Althea had to struggle to clear her ears fast enough as the pressure built. Her nipples at three atmospheres were even more painful than her clit at two had been. She felt her eyes start to water and tear up. I'm not going to cum from this. She barely got finished thinking before the intense pain did indeed get mixed in with pleasure.

As the pressure in the room suddenly started dropping back down, she was again distracted by the need to keep clearing her ears. When it finally seemed to stabilize, she looked down. The metal band had lifted two inches from her soft, pink circles and her nipples were around six inches long. They don't look so much like tiny, pink fingers as they do tiny, pink erections. Althea giggled to herself.

He waited a few minutes for everyone to recover from the pressure and then the head waiter went to plus three atmospheres once more, causing them to move another inch out. After moving the bands back down to the base of her nipples, he put the glass cups back around her breasts and turned the vacuum on. Again waiting several more minutes, he announced this was the last dive. They were going down past 100 feet. "That's three plus atmospheres, if you didn't know." Althea did know as she worked her jaws and started swallowing to keep her ears cleared.

As they took the glass cups off, Althea looked down and didn't recognize herself any more. Her B cups turned into C cups that looked like a boob job had now turned into D cups. On her small, tight body they looked like bolted on porn tits. Then there were the seven inch pink erections sticking out of the center of each of them.

"Excellent!" Exclaimed the head waiter. "Go ahead and take the bands off." He told the junior waiter. "We don't need them anymore. Things won't change much, and it won't matter if they do."

Althea's head was spinning - from everything that had been happening to her, and perhaps from whatever was in the cocktail she drank at the bar, plus whatever they had pumped into her stomach. She groaned and moaned as the first band around her nipple was opened up and removed. It felt like having nipple clamps removed. But normally she only had a quarter inch or so of nipple squealing at her as the blood returned. Not seven inches of nipple shrieking and howling at her.

"We might not have needed this." The head waiter said as he removed her ball gag. "But it's better than having them bite their tongue or grind their teeth."

After he removed the band around the other nipple, he gave her a few moments before moving down to her pussy. Although she was still breathing hard, when he reached down and opened the band around her clit. Althea felt her eyes tear up until, finally, a little pleasure started to mix in with the pain. Her hard breathing turned to panting and she thought she was going to cum again, but the pain faded away before that happened.

The several, almost orgasms had left her on edge.

Although the glass cups had been off for several minutes, her breasts felt full of pressure like they were still inside the vacuum. Her bladder was also feeling full. Even though they had drained it not so long ago, she had had that really big cocktail drink at the bar, and they had pumped her stomach full twice.

With the bands removed, they wheeled her out of the room, back up the elevator, and down the hallway toward the kitchen.

Oh my god. Althea moaned to herself as they wheeled her into the kitchen.

Her new boobs and pink, finger-shaped nipples got the attention of the kitchen staff. Everyone in the kitchen stopped what they were doing to stare at the transformations that had taken place with Althea's body.

Althea could only do the one thing she could ever do in such circumstances. Well, make that the two things she could only ever do. Blush and grin.