"Garlic press," he said. "Sort of thing that accumulates in kitchen drawers. It doesn't do garlic worth a flip, but I bet it will do you very nicely." With that he held the device out so that my stretched, drooping nipple was hanging into the hopper of the device. He looked me right in the eyes and turned the knob.
The rollers grabbed my sensitive nipple and pulled it between them, brutally crushing my flesh. I gasped and my head snapped back. The intensity of the sensation seared through my brain like a bolt of electricity through a condemned prisoner in the electric chair. Jim turned the knob again and the little device ate more of my nipple. It felt like it was chewing it and mashing it to a pulp. Again the sensation shot through me, just as powerful as before. I must have cum somewhere during this experience, but I can't remember anything but the pain of having my nipple crushed. Jim turned the knob a third time and I felt the rest of my nipple go through the rollers and felt the little hopper press against the swell of my breast.
Jim took one look at the mangled piece of flesh sticking out of the press and backed it off. It hurt just as much going the other way, maybe more, I could no longer judge. The intensity level that my nerves were capable of carrying to my brain had been exceeded. I now knew what ultimate pain felt like, and it was very nice indeed. Every part of me screamed in sympathy with my nipple, the sensation filled me completely.
I couldn't even describe it as pain. It seemed that I could feel it as pain or pleasure, as I chose. It was simply raw, pure sensation. I savored it, reveled in it, rejoiced in it. Pain or pleasure, I couldn't imagine a feeling being this strong.
I slumped back against the wall and I must have passed out and slid to the floor, because I came to with Jim kneeling beside me with a towel in his hand and a worried look on his face.
"Are you all right?" he asked.
I tried to smile and nod, but it must have been pretty weak, because his expression became darker and more concerned.
"We better get some ice on that," he said, holding the towel out in one hand and a fresh cube in the other.
When the ice touched me, the sensation was much weaker. The endorphins must have kicked in by then. Everything seemed to be swimming about and I was awash in a sea of pleasure. The ice made me cum again, a warm, cozy feeling in comparison to what I had experienced. I grinned and moaned as the climax and the endorphins and the lingering vestiges of the massive jolts of sensation sloshed around inside me.
I was floating. I let myself float to a familiar place where up and down were equal in force and I felt connected to all parts of my body. Once there, I sent out the command to Heal. It was as if I could feel the millions of little cells rushing around in me to carry out my command. They were an army and I was their general. I gave them their marching orders and they rushed out to do my bidding. It was a wonderful feeling of power and control to be able to order them around like that. I was giddy. I ordered the army of little cell soldiers to make my areola and my nipples bigger so I could feel more with them. I felt the tissue swell as my command was carried out.
Jim must have felt it, too. He took the ice away and looked. I saw his eyebrows jump as he saw the changes.
"A second ago," he said, "that nipple was a bruised and twisted mess. I was seriously thinking about calling an ambulance. Now, it looks normal. Bigger, puffier. But normal. So does the other one. Did you do that?"
"Yeah," I said, still high as a kite and still tranced. "The same way I do this." I put on my Dragon makeup. This time, I tried to animate it, to make the Dragon breathe fire. I must have succeeded. Jim fell back on his butt on the floor with a startled look.
"You got me with that one." He said, trying to recover his composure. "When you did it in the restaurant, I was amazed. I had no idea you could make it move like that. That's really scary, you know. You can't see your face for the image. When you make it move, all you can see is the Dragon. It looks totally real. I thought I was about to get burned from the flame. I swear I could feel the heat."
"Thanks. It's nice to have my efforts appreciated. Do you like my new nipples?"
"Very much. They remind me of an ice-cream sundae. The scoop, the sauce, and the cherry on top." As he said 'cherry' he reached out and touched the nipple that had gone through the press. His touch felt warm and nice. The healing was over and I was back to whatever passed as normal for me.
"Do you want to do the other one now?" he asked.
I giggled and shook my head, about to say "No" emphatically. Then I thought about it. It was tempting, but it would probably be too much of a good thing too soon.
"Later," I said. "We'll do the other one some other time. Right now I am feeling so fantastic you wouldn't believe it. Help me downstairs?"
Jim stood and pulled me to my feet. My legs were steady, but my balance was rocky. I tilted one way and then the other until he pushed me back against the wall.
"Hang on a sec. I'll take you down to the couch and you can relax." He rearranged my shirt, tucking it back into the belt and covering my breasts. He tugged it this way and that until he had just the right amount showing. Which seemed to be everything except my areolas, part of which were just peeking out. He even left the tails of the shirt barely covering my pussy.