Dr. White's Code of Sluts Ch. 01 Pt. 02

"You've stayed so loyal for so long, Eddie," she said sympathetically, using her fingers on her free hand to pinch her other nipple. "No one would deny what a wonderful husband you've been. I have no doubt you've tried your best, and Annie knows that, too." At this, she clasped her hands together and lowered her hands to her belly, her lithe arms now on either side of her luscious breasts, making them bulge outwards. My eyes went wide at this mouthwatering sight. "But deep down, Annie knows she's not enough for you. She knows you need something more. She knows that your true soulmate has tits the size of watermelons. And she knows that her itty, bitty little boobies won't be enough keep you around forever. And I know that, too," As she said this, she ran one finger against her expansive titty-flesh, the luscious skin rebounding against her finger.

"This can't possibly be okay..." I panted out, unable to look away from her exposed breasts, my cock ready to burst out of my pants.

"It's easy to talk a big game when I was all covered up, wasn't it?" she asked with a laugh, reclasping her hands and squeezing her arms together, making her massive balloons bulge out like crazy. "I knew from the start today that I wasn't gonna get any real answers out of you until you saw my tits in the flesh..." she said, looking down at her exposed breasts again, as if to guide me. But I had barely stopped looking at them from the moment she ditched her bra. "I tried though, I really did, but you just weren't responding to anything else. I think that's why you held out. Everything you've done since we met has been leading to this moment. You came here hoping to see my tits, didn't you?"

I was so addled by what was happening I didn't even consider her question. Beyond marveling at her amazing chest, I was marveling at this sudden change in her. Any semblance of a professional tone was gone. Her voice had become breathy and filled with heat, a far cry from the calm, intellectual tone she'd used for most of our conversations. This had gone beyond her merely showing me her breasts. Her demeanor had completely changed.

"What is this?" I asked, still unable to fully pull my eyes from her giant round boobs. "What are you doing?" At the edge of my vision, I could see her lips curl up into a smirk.

"I often find it fruitful to dabble in a bit of roleplay. Not just in the bedroom, but for my work as well..." Dr. White said, her voice adopting a somewhat more professional tone through its heated breathiness. As she said this, she slid her palms against her luscious breast-flesh. "We touched on this subject earlier, and at this point of the exercise, I think it's worth exploring further. Because frankly, it's difficult to proceed and make any true progress when my patient is dying to suck on my tits. There was no way to proceed without getting everything out in the open... including my big breasts, of course. Now, proceeding on... I mentioned earlier how much danger a hunk like you is in around women with breasts like mine..." she said, looking down at her own jutting boobs again, arching her back ever so slightly to highlight their size. "That in the state you were in a couple days ago, you were lucky to have run into me, as opposed to some slut. And I told you to imagine what would have happened if I was a slut like that. And I think we should explore this further. Eddie... from this point on, I'm gonna be that slut. I'm gonna talk like a slut. I'm gonna act like a slut. As you can see, I've already gotten started," she said, using her hands to showcase her exposed tits as if they were the answer to a 'Wheel of Fortune' puzzle.

Was this what she was doing? Was this still part of her exercise? I wanted to take her word for it, I wanted to see the best in her actions, but I couldn't fully buy into the argument. This just did not seem right. But I held out some small percentage of a chance that this was the case.

"You need to fully understand the danger you and your marriage are in, and this is the only way to do that," she continued, one of her fingers circling her nipple. "To really put the pressure on you, make you feel all that bursting... tension. Then, we'll arrive at the truth. Then, you will be totally and completely honest. An open book. And the only way I can do that is to occupy the role of the slut. To be a slut. Eddie, I want you to forget the woman you know, and view me not as just a doctor, but as a total and complete slut. I know we're friends, and I know that you trust me, so it will be difficult for you to do so..." At the moment, with her massive breasts hanging out, that task wasn't as difficult. "But this will only work if the threat is real, if you actually feel that intense, delicious, throbbing pressure. So, I'm gonna do what a slut would do when alone in a room with a married man who looks as good as you do... I'm gonna seduce you..."

"What?" I said, this statement finally enough to pull my eyes from her exposed breasts up to her confident gaze. Seduce me? I must have misunderstood. This couldn't be what it sounded like. "You've gotta be joking? This can't possibly be allowed..."

"I admit, this is a little... untraditional," she admitted. "This could have been a lot more normal and straightforward, but you were so stubborn that you really left us no other option." She paused for a moment. "No other option left but to just... fuck."

My heart dropped. I still couldn't tell if this was real or part of this twisted exercise of hers. It seemed like she was treating this like it was still some sort of the process, but she seemed to be inhabiting the role very easily. I didn't know what to do, but... but in that moment, I realized I didn't have much of a choice. I was practically trapped in her clutches, and the idea that this had all actually been a ruse solely for the goal of getting me in this position was starting to feel like a distinct possibility. But she seemed so intelligent and professional and knowledgeable... until she showed me her big naked tits and declaring that we were gonna fuck.

Seriously... what the actual fuck was happening here? This didn't seem real. It felt like I'd fallen into some sort of wicked sexual nightmare conjured up by some hack writer. A sex doctor with huge tits was trying to seduce me in some sort of twisted exercise, one which oh-so happened to require her showing her giant boobs to me? This couldn't be real.

"This... this isn't serious, right? You can't be actually doing this..." I said, panicked, standing up, urging her to cut the bullshit and end this charade and talk to me like normal.

"Eddie..." she began calmly, stopping me in my tracks, her voice suddenly sounding more like normal than it had in a while. I felt like I'd finally gotten through to her, that she had stepped out of the wicked scenario she'd tried to pull me into and was beginning to talk like normal again. Despite that, she made no effort to cover up, leaving her tits just hanging out as she spoke to me like a doctor. "Calm down. Listen to what I explained to you before. You promised me to stick this out, no matter what. As crazy as this all seems, this is all in your best interest. I mean it. Those doubts you're feeling are your deepest fears rising to the surface, and in response, you're trying to run. You're trying to reject your true nature as it reappears. You know this is what you want, but you're so afraid to admit it. That's what I'm trying to push through. That is the goal of this exercise. To erase years of negative reinforcement and shame for having developed a preference for gorgeous, sexy, large-breasted women like me. To allow you to admit that, for you, a girl's cup size means more than just about anything else. That a relationship with a girl with mosquito bites like Annie will never be enough for you."

"To truly admit to your desires is an incredibly brave thing to do, Eddie. I know it's difficult that you have desires that are viewed by some as shallow... but trust me when I say that deep down... most men feel the same way. You're not alone in this. If most men had a choice between a sweet, kind, intellectual woman who loves them and challenges them and makes them laugh, or a hot bodied 15 out of 10 with tits the size of volleyballs... deep down, when it comes down to it, most men would choose the latter. At the end of the day, most men would choose the gorgeous girl with big tits. And the fact that you would as well is not a bad thing. It's an amazing thing!"

"But most men aren't as lucky as you," she continued, still lecturing me in her doctoral tone with her massive boobs exposed to me, jiggling with every slight movement. "Most men don't actually get to live the dream. Most men didn't actually get to go home with the hot, busty girl, and you did it over and over again. You were given a gift that most men would kill for, which makes it all the more puzzling why you rejected it."

She stared at me for a moment as I looked back at her. I was still a tightened knot, unsure where this whole thing was going. And even though her tone had changed, my cock was still excited beyond belief at the sight of her huge, luscious breasts. Jesus, they were fucking enormous. As I studied them, she was studying me, appraising what she was seeing. Her eyes landed on my crotch for a good few moments before looking back at me.

"You want to know what I think?" she asked rhetorically. "I speculated that the reason all those gorgeous girls with big breasts and great butts approached you was that you were sending signals that this is what you truly wanted. And while that is undoubtably true, I think there's something else at work here. Eddie... I don't know if you know this, but... you're REALLY fucking hot. That's not even me just saying that... I have no doubt that most women find you extremely hot and would eagerly have sex with you. But it doesn't take an expert to see your appeal. All women can see it. And I don't know if you know this, but women kinda have this sense about guys. Women are pitted against each other from the start, especially in the field of romance, so they learn to pick their battles when it comes to guys. Aim too high, and you get demolished by other, better women. Women usually find their lane. And eventually, when they look at a man, they have an almost immediate sense as to whether that guy is out of their league or not. And Eddie... you're in that top tier. Lesser women learned to back off... like that jealous, flat-chested little bitch Callie you ran into. Women just know what type of girl a guy is gonna be with. The reason you only dated beautiful girls with big boobs is because most other girls would admit, even at their own expense, that those are the girls that are at your level. Up to your standards. Most girls would say a guy like you would probably end up with a girl like that. I'm sure most of your old classmates are expecting you to stroll in to your high school reunion with some gorgeous, hot-bodied bikini model with tits like these..." she said, cupping her own boobs again. "You ending up with anything less is just... wrong. Women know this. They are trained to know this. I saw it from the start. Did you even wonder how I knew a guy like you was getting crazy amounts of ass back in high school? So clearly, I know it. And deep down, Annie knows it too. And unless you ready yourself and confront your true feelings, women with bodies like mine will seek to correct what, to them, seems like a mistake."

"My marriage isn't a mistake..." I said, my cock straining against my pants as I stared at Dr. White's giant, firm boobs. "I love my wife. I don't know how much more I need to say it for you to believe me."

"I have no doubt you feel that way right now," Dr. White stated. "But you're using that love of your wife as a barrier to hide behind. A veil to hide your true feelings about other things. Very... important... things..." she said, digging her fingers into her mammoth breasts, the smooth flesh pouring through her fingers. Seeing she had my attention, she waited till my eyes rose from her chest before she continued. "So many men have been trained to immediately reject those immature things, thinking it's wrong and shameful. That's what I've been getting at from the start. Those base level desires... they may be immature, but at least they're honest. This is a trend I'm working to reverse. And Eddie... you're my test case. What we're doing now is part of my line of study. If this process works, this little bit of role play, your fate will be the same as many other men just like you. I can't stress how important this is. That is why I'm risking my job. Sacrificing my professionalism and acting like a total slut. Showing you my big, perfect tits!" she said, her eyes guiding mine back down her body. God, they were just so fucking amazing. I couldn't deny it. I shook my head clear and made myself look up into her eyes again. She smiled warmly.

"I've asked you to trust me from the start, and you've done such an amazing job so far," she said, cooling my fears as she finally seemed to fully step out of this exercise to address me as a person again. Despite her tits still being exposed, she spoke to me in a completely professional manner, her arms falling to her sides as she stopped touching her own chest. "I ask you to bear with me just a little longer. Roleplay has a proven track record of success, and even though this may seem extreme, I can't stress how effective this will be. Sure, some of it may seem crazy. Or uncomfortable. Or inappropriate. No matter what I say during the roleplay, no matter what I do, believe me when I say this is all part of the plan. You hear me? EVERYTHING I say... EVERYTHING I do. It's all part of the process. So please... trust me. Trust this exercise. It is of vital importance. Can you do that for me?" she asked, stepping forward and putting her hand on my chest.

She suddenly seemed so genuine that I again was almost talked down from the edge. As crazy as this all seemed, it did seem like whatever she was doing was accomplishing what she said it would. But... I just couldn't shake the feeling that I was being suckered into something. I raised my hand up and rubbed my eyes. It'd felt like this appointment had been going on forever. This had been a roller coaster, a terrifying one. I was tired. I just wanted to be done with it. Couldn't I just call this off now and be done it? This had gone really far. Couldn't I just call it a day?

I opened my eyes and moved to meet her waiting stare, but that required looking past her amazing tits. And as I'd proven time and time again, this was not something that came easy for me. Jesus... they were so fucking big. And round. And soft... so fucking soft looking. Her stiff nipples were practically calling out to me, and my mouth was watering at the sight of them. They were consuming my vision they were so large. Was she arching her back ever so slightly, cause they seemed bigger than they had mere moments prior? But she was right... she was putting herself out there in a major way for my sake, showcasing her delicious body in order for me to reach some sort of epiphany. She'd had so many opportunities to take advantage of my trust, and while she'd clearly taken things to the edge, she'd never crossed that line. Shouldn't I just hear the rest of it out? Give her some of the trust she'd asked of me and ride this roller coaster out to the end. It seemed insane, but... I didn't want to have to restart this whole thing again.

"Just... fine," I admitted, finally casting a glance at her face, relenting. "Let's just... do whatever you have planned and be done with it." She grinned huge at this, looking beyond excited.

"This is great. So amazing..." she said, stepping forwards and giving me a hug, her giant tits squashing against my chest. I sighed at this amazing feeling, my cock pulsing in excitement despite myself. Finally, she stepped back, put her hand on my chest again, and gently pushed me back onto the couch. Standing above me again, she could barely contain her grin.

"You might just be my favorite patient ever for this!" she said excitedly. "I really appreciate being so open-minded as to let this thing play out as I hoped and not just freak out and run. I promise you will love the results! And we're just getting started." She paused for a moment, and I was watching as the wicked glint had returned to her face. It was as if she was re-inhabiting the role my fears had pulled her out of.

Dr. White the slut.

"Now, as I was saying," she began, her tone getting heavier as she stared at me with a naughty smirk, reaching up and squeezing her own boobs again. "Me and you, Eddie... we're gonna fuck." I gulped in fear at this statement, still not sure where she was heading. This was still part of the exercise... right? That's what she promised, that everything she said and did was part of this exercise. That being said... she sounded so confident in this assertion that it didn't feel like she was saying this as part of this roleplay. But I was in this deep. I had no choice but to trust her. This had gone too far not to. "You need to know that from the start. You need to keep that in mind. The only way this exercise will work is if you truly believe that you and I could end up actually having sex. So, Eddie, let me tell you, that as a doctor committed to helping you reach your goal, I'm willing to take this as far along as necessary. And if that means you and I have to have sweaty, nasty sex right here in this office, then so be it."

She said this with a big, scheming grin, but this was so early on in the exercise that part of me wondered if this was still Dr. White the professional speaking, or if it was Dr. White the slut. Her tone seemed halfway between. But again... trust her. Trust in the process.

"Although I will say, even though this is a certified medical process... if it does come to that, I can't promise that I won't enjoy it. I have to admit... I do find you very cute..." she said with a wicked grin, looking down at me, leaning forward slightly, making her massive jugs hang down ever so slightly, making them look even bigger and more blimp-like. "And I'm not even saying this because of the roleplay. I mean it. I think you're hot. I know you're married, and I'm friends with your wife, but I'm not blind. I'd be lying if I said I hadn't thought about having sex with you before today..."

I tensed up. Was she serious about this? She had made it a point to literally step outside the roleplay to say this. But through it all, she maintained that same sexy voice and playful expression, as if she was still playing her part. Then I remembered... she'd emphasized that everything she said during this was part of the exercise... maybe that included this. Allowing myself to trust her again, I let my concerns dissipate, sitting back and allowing this all to continue. Seeing all this play out on my face, she smiled as I relaxed, choosing that moment to continue.

"You see? It's healthy to just admit to your desires. I feel better already!" she said with a knowing smirk. "I just admitted to a sexy married man that I have a crush on him. That I've thought about having really nasty sex with him. That I've cum to thoughts of him many, many times..." she said, squirming where she stood as she trailed off, watching me, waiting for me to react. I felt like that was the goal of what she was saying, twisting the knife, trying to get me to react. I held it together and said nothing. She smiled at me again.

"Good. You're doing very well so far, Eddie," she said proudly. "But before we get too far along, I do want to reward your participation in this exercise..." At this, she stared me down and hooked her thumbs under the hem of her skirt. Before I could react, she roughly tugged it down, pulling it down her hips and letting it fall to the floor. My eyes went wide in shock.