I obediently opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out. She dropped the pills in and held the cup out for me to drink to wash down the pills. The she went back to the box. This time she took out a packet containing a large hypodermic syringe with a long needle. She ripped open the packet and pulled the hypo out. She took a brown bottle with a prescription label on it out of the box and stuck the hypo into it. I tried to see the label as she filled the syringe, but it was too far away. When the syringe was full, she brought it over to me and took one of my breasts in her hand. I flinched and pulled away as I realized that she intended to inject my breast with the huge needle.
She put down the syringe on the bench in front of me and went back to the box and stuck her hand in it. She returned with whatever she had picked up held behind her back. She bent down and took hold of my left nipple. She pulled it out away from my body until it was stretched out a good two inches. I bit my lip to keep from crying out at the pain. When she had worked the nipple out as far as it would go, she took her other hand out from behind her back and put something cold against my skin. I looked down and saw that she had a pair of pruning shears open and pressed against my breast at the base of my nipple. They were the kind that you would use in the garden to cut flowers. They looked new and very sharp. She closed the shears until the steel blades closed on my flesh.
"Now, honey, I want you to know that you can change your mind about cooperating at any time," she said in a reasonable tone. "It's your choice. Anytime you like, we can end this. Just let me know when you have had enough and you can go home. But you will leave these with me." She tugged on my nipple and closed the shears further and I felt them bite into the sensitive skin of my stretched breast. "What's it going to be? Are you ready to go home?"
"No ma'am. I'll stay." I tried not to sound hysterical, but it was hard to do with a sharp blade biting into my breast. I didn't know if she would really go through with her threat to amputate my nipples, but she seemed completely sincere and I wasn't willing to bet that she wouldn't do it.
"Very well," she said, easing her grip on the shears and laying them aside. "But, if you change your mind, remember, these will be close by." She picked up the hypodermic again and I braced myself for the bite of the needle. It was worse than I thought it would be. She stuck the needle directly into the tip of my nipple and drove it straight down into the middle of my breast. It was all I could do to hold still. When she pushed the plunger on the syringe, I felt a sensation of cold and fullness in my breast. She administered half the dose to my left breast and then took the needle out. As she reached for the right breast, I turned to put it into her hand. She smiled as she lined up the needle. This one hurt just as much, but I was prepared for the sensation and I did not flinch.
"Well done," she congratulated me on my compliance. "Now we need to get that worked in." She put both hands on my left breast and massaged it. Gradually, the full feeling went away as the drug spread throughout my breast. She repeated the process on the right side.
Putting away the bottle and the syringe, she reached into the box and brought out a pair of latex gloves, which she put on. Then she picked up a small bottle with some yellow liquid in it. She unscrewed the cap and when she removed it I could see that the cap had a brush attached to it, like a bottle of fingernail polish. She swished the brush around in the bottle and then brought it out and began to paint my nipples with it. She was meticulous and covered each nipple completely twice over. As she worked, I could feel my nipples tingling. Then they started to turn bright red and swell up. When she finished, they had swollen so big I thought they were about to pop. Strangely, they did not hurt. Instead, they felt hypersensitive. I thought I could feel the air moving over them. Mrs. Reynolds put the bottle away and stripped off the gloves. She bent down and blew on my nipples. The feeling was indescribable. It felt as though the nerves in my nipples were all exposed. I moaned with pleasure at the intense sensation.
"Very good," she said. "I see that it still works." She straddled the bench facing me, the hem of her short skirt rising up her thighs and over her ass. I could see that she wasn't wearing any panties, which did not surprise me. She took off her top and dropped it on the floor with my clothes. Her breasts were every bit as large as I expected; F-cup at the least, maybe an FF. They had very little sag for being so large and belonging to a woman of her age. Her nipples were small, but her areolas were the size of drink coasters. She caressed her breasts and rubbed her nipples until her areolas began to crinkle up. She moaned as she fondled herself. Obviously, this was one of her favorite pastimes.