My hideous rubber nipples - RP [Freelancer | ectotentacle]

[Freelancer]

It was hard to comprehend, but after pinching herself and running her fingers across the grotesque objects that were now protruding from her chest more than once, it became impossible for her to convince herself that was still asleep. This wasn't just a bad dream, this was real. Real bad.

Gibi was already having some concerns the day before when she realized that some was weird about her body. Towards bedtime she felt like she was slowly losing the feeling in her nipples. Which was crazy to think at first. After all she was merely making the call from the lack of a feeling of her shirt against her chest, but when she squeezed them a bit to make sure she wasn't just misremembering how much sensation she normally had in her nipples, she felt like she was onto something. It wasn't serious enough to go to the hospital so late at night though and so she had decided to sleep over it... who could have thought that the decision could backfire this much?

When she first woke up it wasn't more than a strange sensation in her breasts. Probably didn't even realize it at first because she was still half asleep, but it didn't take long for her to grasp the severity of the situation once the alarm went off and buzzed the remaining bit of sleep out of her.

Once with both feet out of bed she felt, or rather didn't feel, the same strange lack of a shirt against her nipples. Even worse, it almost seemed like the fabric was catching on to something laying beneath. But what should that have been? Well...

Once her shirt was pulled up to inspect the mystery, Gibi was greeted with a horrifying sight. Where her nipples were just one night before, now two weird, rubbery, almost plastic looking buttons were located instead. With a sinking feeling in her stomach and a thought "What the..?" in disbelief, she made her way to the bathroom to check herself in the mirror.

But alas, the sight of her full upper body on display just made things worse. After some panicking and messing around to see if these things would come off, she even managed to pop them out of her tits. Before it wasn't quite as clear, but now the resemblelance to the air valves on beachballs and other rubbery water toys was uncanny as hell...

 

[ectotentacle]

Gibi couldn't even bring herself to think for a few moments, as she digested the sight that was the valves that were where her nipples once were. Just looking at them in the mirror, much less down at herself and her own chest, brought a strange feeling within her mind that she wasn't quite sure what it was. She knew, though, that on some instinctual level, she didn't want to unseal the valves that kept her "nipples" shut.

She also knew that there was no way in hell that she could go into work that day, looking like this. So, peeling herself away from the mirror and scrambling back to her bedroom, she dug around on her nightstand until she felt her phone between her fingers, and hurriedly sent a text to her boss as she threw her shirt back on as best as she was able to.

I can't come in today. Medical emergency. I'll keep you updated.

It was understating the fuck out of her situation, but she knew that Mitchell would question her sanity if she explained it to him outright. But, still, she had no idea what to do. If she actually went to the hospital to have someone look her over, she'd probably be poked and prodded at for days, weeks, her whole life even. The barely-out-of-college woman flopped down on her back against her bed, groaning into her hands.

What was she going to do? She was a freak now...

 

[Freelancer]

Minutes went by of the young woman rotating between the actions of prodding at her nipples, her feeling sick to her stomach because of the sight and the sensation and looking away in horrified disbelief over the valves that were protruding from her breasts. But in the ene she always returned to considering what she was supposed to do next in this fucked up situation.

She just desperately wished for those grotesque valves to come off already. Have them revealed to be merely some fetish toys which were stuck to her real nipples or something. But nothing of the sort did happen. In her heart of hearts she already knew that this wasn't just some stupid "joke". First off, she lived alone, so who would have broken in just to glue some valves against her tits? Secondly, while it was extremely faint, she could tell that she had some sort of a sense of touch in them. She didn't feel any sort of pain through the squishy plastics, except for where these things were attached to her breasts, no matter how hard she pinched or pulled on them. Trust me when I say that she definitely didn't hold back once or twice in moments of denial and extreme frustration. Nevertheless, Gibi could feel the bending and squeezing of the valves in space, just like one could feel their arms and legs being attached to their own body.

No matter how much she would nervously bite the nail of her thumb and come close to the verge of tearing up, there was no denying that she couldn't deal with this nightmare on her own. The thought of showing this condition to anyone else was already traumatizing enough. Especially for someone of her sex. Not like it wasn't already uncomfortable for a woman to expose herself to someone other than her partner, but someone had to take a look at it, and to keep the amount of people who'd come to know about this to a minimum, the hospital was the place to go.

 

[ectotentacle]

Placing her hands on her forehead with a groan, Gibi resigned herself to the fact that she'd have to have someone prod at her and the ugly-looking valves that were jutting from her tits, in order for her to make any goddamn sense of what had happened to her overnight. The thought of a bunch of nurses and doctors hovering over her and examining every inch of her bosy still nauseated her, but what choice did she really have in the matter?

Swallowing, the woman shakily got herself fully dressed, taking deep breaths as she slipped her shoes on and walked out her door. She didn't even wave to her neighbors like she usually did, too consumed by her thoughts about her new condition as she was, desperately hoping that the baggy hoody she'd thrown on top of herself hid those obscene things' bumps. She couldn't really feel them to check.

Starting the car, she began the long drive to the hospital. She couldn't bring herself to turn on the car radio. Gibi felt like she might become more nauseous hearing other people's voices before she was mentally prepared for it.

After what felt like hours, she was parked in the hospital's parking lot. Quickly getting out and slamming the door shut, she hurried to the ER section and stopped at the reception desk. "H-hi, I'm experiencing a...strange medical emergency, and need to see whichever doctors you have available urgently."

 

[Freelancer]

The woman behind the counter was currently engaged in another job related activity, which might have caused her to signal Gibi that she would still need to wait for a moment, but in the long run this turned out to be a lucky coincidence. One which kept the distressed young lady from having to disclose her exact condition to even more people than she would have liked to. Instead of asking any clarifying questions about said "strange" medical emergency, the clerk simply requested for Gibi to take a seat while she would wait for a doctor to become available.

Thanks to the fact that she chose to go to the ER instead of a general practitioner, the waiting area was devoid of anyone else besides her so early in the morning. This in combination with the lack of having the clerk's attention meant that Gibi had some more time to feel up her breasts again without being seen by anyone else touching herself. She wasn't even doing it purposefully anymore, her mind was just so occupied with the issue that she simply had no other choice but to keep an eye on her condition whenever she had the time and space to do so.

The poor girls mind was probably racing about the possible reactions she'd receive from the doc once she'd have to reveal what was going on with her body. Anyone else looking at her from the outside would have been able to tell that she was completely on edge at this moment, seeing how "inconspicuously" she kept bumping her palms against her chest, and even when she wasn't doing that, she kept fiddling around nervously with the drawstrings of her hoodie.

"Ms. Klein?" After some time her name was finally called up. She had to make a choice now; present her problems to a doc, or walk back 180° in the opposite direction... in the end, the need for this to be in the past as soon as possible overcame the shame of having to presenting these "valves" to another person. "Are you Ms. Klein?" The doctor asked the approaching Gibi. Of course her doc had to be a man. Well, at least he wasn't some handsome devil who she wanted to be seen by as an attractive, totally normal woman.