The First Chiropractic Experience
 
 
María Hernández looked around the clinic and nodded, approvingly. It was all very white, shining and clean. Yes, cleanliness was the most important part: you can't take any school of medicine if it fails to respect the most basic knowledge regarding health. Even her dear old abuela, who had been a healer in the more traditional sense of the word in life, knew that removing physical impurity also removed "energetic" impurity.
 
The receptionist flashed a set of perfectly clean, straight teeth as María approached her front desk. That was also good, very good indeed. María smiled.
 
"Hello, you must be Ms. Hernández!" The receptionist, a short and sweet doll of a woman in her mid twenties said with honest glee. "We talked over the phone. I'm glad you decided to come.
 
María wasn't surprised that this woman, who had never seen her before, knew right away who she was amongst the dozens of eager clients who certainly fought with claw and teeth at all hours for an appointment with the marvelous Dr. Boone. Truth be told, her name gave her away as a Latina and she...certainly looked the part.
 
If very dark coal-black hair, hazel eyes, an enviable olive complexion of skin weren't enough, her puffy, full lips and outstanding figure were. A few things could be said about blatant stereotyping but, good Heavens, those bountiful curves often associated with Latin American females were present in abundance as far as María was concerned! She was a true behemoth of a mamacita, her firm breasts the size of coconuts, while her waist was so wide each extremity probably had its own timezone. Such unspeakably thick thighs were hard to find even amongst the most shapely Latinas and her ass was nothing short of gigantic, each cheek several times larger than her head. How her new, light-grey jeans managed to contain all of that so effectively without being overwhelmed and ripped into a billion pieces of useless cloth by the sheer amount of fat, blubbery mass was beyond explaining. Some people suspected that María had her clothes made under demand to fit her prodigiously sized derrière, but she was a proud woman and rather reticent in regards to gossiping.
 
"Si...I mean, yes, I'm María," The bodacious Latina answered in a tone that tried to match the receptionist's friendliness, albeit with a very heavy accent. "I heard a lot of good things about the doctor and I thought it'd be a good idea to give chiropractics a chance."
 
"Believe me, you won't be disappointed," The receptionist said with impressive confidence that further satisfied María. "Dr. Boone always makes sure her patients get their money's worth. She's cured more diseases than you or I could count, and by the skillful use of her blessed hands alone!"
 
María once dated somebody who had a similar skill but in a rather different department than healing, but she chased this particular thought away and nodded:
 
"I'm certain I'll love the doctor's treatment."
 
"That's right! Oh, I almost forgot. Would you kindly fill these forms for me? Thanks!" The receptionist energetically gave and took back a pen and set of documents of the bureaucratic type. "Please sit down and be comfortable, Dr. Boone will see you soon."
 
María thanked the doll-like woman before sitting down amongst her fellow patients. There weren't many people at the clinic, but perhaps it was due to the hour she had come. They appeared to range from several different ages and backgrounds though, which satisfied the Latina. If people who were so disimilar from one another enjoyed the chiropractor's treatment, it surely was good.
 
She smiled and shook her head at the foolishness of some of her friends who had condemned chiropractic as "bogus medicine" and warned her of the many dangers of errors in such procedures, which could include results as devastating as death! How ridiculous! People really were getting unhealthily sceptic nowadays, if they couldn't trust in a clean clinic, a receptionist with perfect teeth and a physician with a considerable, varied clientale!
 
She waited for about fifteen minutes, then heard a feminine yet firm voice call her name. She got up, perhaps just a bit anxious, and timidly shambled towards the chiropractor's door with her huge sexy bulk. Entering the room, she found herself in a medium, tidy space with a modern-looking chiropractic table, fake vertebrae and bones on display on tables and shelves and an assortment of pictures on the walls which gave an overrall chill atmosphere to the place.
 
Smiling placidly at her was a mature woman, perhaps in her mid to late forties, of exceeding beauty with skin more impecable than that of some women half her age, well-kept blonde hair and a figure so curvacious and shapely it could only possibly be dwarfed by such a genetic masterpiece as María herself. She wore blue scrubs.
 
"Hello, Miss Hernández," The woman spoke, her voice cool and gentle, the type that made you feel at ease right away, like some soothing musical instrument being softly played. "How are we doing today?"
 
"I'm fine, thank you Dr. Boone...oh, I guess you're refering to the reason of my visit, hahaha! Well, my shoulders have been killing me recently and my back aches soooo much! I guess my tailbone too, sometimes?"
 
"Hmmm, I see," Dr. Boone said, throwing a quick glance at María's gigantic boobs as if thinking 'Well, it isn't hard to see why!' then motioned towards the chiropractic table. "Let's fix it right away, then. Will you please lay down on your belly?"
 
"Oh, certainly!" The Latina was quick to obey and soon enough the doctor was upon her. It felt kinda funny, being spread over that table while a beautiful woman stared up and down her voluptuous body, gigantic ass upwards.
 
María felt a soft hand gently touching one side of her head, while the other was placed between her shoulder blades.
 
"Please, do not get frightened." The chiropractor announced.
 
 
CRACK!
 
 
María felt a sudden, intense pressure in her neck which made her squeal like a little girl, even though she had been warned. But it hadn't hurt at all: in fact, it felt unbelievably good! She couldn't help but let out a gasp of satisfaction.
 
"I just adjusted your neck," Dr. Boone explained. "I noticed a lot of pressure there so I went for it right away. Do you feel any better?"
 
"D-Doctor, I feel like I'm in Heaven! Are you sure that was just my neck and not my whole body being fixed?!"
 
"Oh dear, you're in for a treat if you feel that way already!" The mature woman chuckled. "First-time patients usually take fifteen minutes or so to be fully convinced. Yes dear, that was just your neck. Let me take a look at the rest now."
 
María had to bite her lower lip to avoid moaning audibly as soon as Dr. Boone's miracle-working hands descended on her back. They moved like Mozart's hands might have moved through piano keys.
 
"I see, I see. There are a lot of knots here. Lots and lots of stress, you must be a hard-working girl. No worries, we'll fix it easily," And just like that, the blonde's hands were firmly pressed against María's back, almost as if she was giving it CPR and good sounding pop was heard.
 
"AH! That felt amazing..." The Latina was almost speechless. She was getting her money's worth, alright!
 
"Let's just turn a bit sideways," Dr. Boone said as she helped the Latina turn to her side. Seeing such a large creature of a woman change position like that was like watching some hulking dinossaur turn in it's sleep, but María wasn't exceedingly heavy. "Now I'll ask you to cross your arms...yes like that."
 
María crossed her arms over her prodigious chest while the chiropractor placed her hand on the Latina's back and leaned against her.
 
 
CRACK!
 
 
The Latina couldn't help but giggle at how good it felt and Dr. Boone nodded, amused. She was happy with how María was reacting so far. She looked and sounded like a future regular client and the blonde wouldn't mind seeing more of such an attractive and bubbly woman. She had banged clients before, both male and female, but never one as perfect as María...
 
María leaned to the opposite side and the process was repeated, with equally satisfying results.
 
"Okay, now you can lay on you belly again," Dr. Boone said and was about to give some further instruction or explanation when her phone suddenly rang. "Dammit, who's calling now? Excuse me Miss Hernández, I'll be back in the blink of an eye."
 
With those words, the blonde healer disappeared from the room. María barely paid attention to that, basking in the relaxation and pleasure of feeling her bones move and adjust. In fact, it felt so good that she was growing increasingly sleepy. She dozzed off on the chiropractic table just a few seconds after Dr. Boone left the room.
 
Silently, a door other than the one María had used to enter the room was opened, and in stepped a rather skinny young man in scrubs, walking softly. He stared wide-eyed at the figure spread over the chiropractic table, those jean-covered buttcheeks the size of planets bulging up in all directions. The young man approached the slumbering behemoth noiselesly and stared down at that majestic specimen of the female Latin American. He didn't say a word, just stared, until his his body began to tremble and a visible bulge of a prodigious size appeared between her legs. The battle he was fighting was internal, but their signs would be visibly noticeable to any one watching, but he was alone with the sleepy Latina. Yes, all alone...
 
His hands descended on her back. María slowly opened her eyes and a smiled formed itself on her meaty lips. That softness...it was Dr. Boone, returned for further adjustments. But almost in the blink of an eye, the pressure of those hands built up to a height she had never felt before and she didn't even have the chance to scream as that searing force traveled throughher entire spine and neck, for soon there was a thunderous crack altogether different from the delightful ones she had felt and heard before.
 
She tried to move her limbs, but found herself unable to. She tried to roll over in the table, but couldn't do it either. With lots of effort she managed to move her head just a bit, but couldn't turn it. She couldn't move! Where for a single moment she had felt intense, unbearable pain, she felt only numbness. She tried to speak, but even moving her mouth was hard, and her words came out weak and meaningless, unhearable to anyone besides herself.
 
The young man in scrubs stared down at his paralyzed quarry. Even unable to move, it was obvious that she was suffering a lot. While he did feel a bit hesitant, looking at all that soft Latina mass made him discard his weakness. His mouth watered as he stared greedily at someone who he had himself temporarily dehumanized and turned into a motionless, speechless doll of meat.
 
He grabbed María's body by the armpits and with some effort dragged the behemoth so hear dark head entered his wide-opened, awaiting maw. The Latina grew even more desperate when she felt the wetness of the young man's mouth. What the hell was that moist, warm thing slowly engulfing her? Where had Dr. Boone gone to? She wanted to scream for help, to run away, but was unable.
 
Her world soon disappeared into darkness as her head and neck were fully ingested, but the torment was far from over. The young man's maw was now expanding to receive her shoulders, and by the way he was moaning softly, he was enjoying the flavor of María's flesh. So satisfied were those low sounds that the Latina started to suspect, based on them and on the nature of her prison, that she was being eaten alive by something. But that wasn't possible, specially in that tidy clinic, was it?
 
Arms and massive breasts were the next on the list, and the later were greedily shoved down the tight apperture of the hungry maw and gullet. Those tits, so large and round, were straining his neck a bit, but based on how they tasted and felt, it was worth it. The rest of her torso was shoved down his throat with intolerable slowness, and María's despair had reached a crescendo.
 
After a lot of effort, the young man reached the hardest part: that unspeakably wide waist and all it brought alongside it. His ingestion of the Latina came to a halt as he felt initially overwhelmed by the vastness of that titanic lower body, then began preparing himself for the inevitable. His jaw distended to what appeared to be almost the breaking point as they did an Herculean effort to envelop those fat hips and a dumptruck ass that could only have been produced by the lands south of the US of A.
 
As the obscenely-sized buttocks began to follow the path María's upper body had been traveled before, albeit in a much slower, more painful manner for the devourer, the young man was glad he had paralyzed his prey beforehand. The very thought of that huge exemple of Hispanic megafauna thrashing about inside his thin body was enough to make him dizzy.
 
Next came the thighs, those cuddly tree-trunks which were a challenge on themselves. Still, they were sucked down like the rest for, one who survived María Hernández's ass could survive any piece of anatomy. Those long olive-colored legs, strong as they usually were, couldn't resist the joint effort of the young man and gravity when he raised his head, paralyzed as they were. The long members slowly slid down his throat and he triumphantly snapped his jaws shut as the Latina's powerless toes disappeared down his moist gullet.
 
Suddenly bloated and heavy, falling into a state that might very well be immobility himself, the young man allowed himself to drop on his back over the chiropractic table were his unexpected prey had been sprawled like a full course meal in display only a few moments before, his huge distended belly pointing upwards and escaping from beneath his ruined scrubs. He awkwardly caressed the sides of his loud, moving orb of pale white flesh and groaned nauseously with the guilty pleasure of someone who pigged out and, facing the terrible results of their gluttony, didn't regret a single thing, as his lowered pants and raging boner pressed tightly against his lower gut made clear enough.
 
"Ooooh, she was h-huge..." He groaned, his chest and throat making all kinds of nasty noises as he spoke. "I feel like I'm going to bl𝗢𝗢𝗢𝗢𝗢𝗢𝗢𝗢𝗢𝗢𝗢𝗢𝗢𝗢𝗢𝗢𝗢𝗢𝗢𝗢𝗢𝗢𝗢𝗢𝗢𝗢𝗢𝗢𝗢𝗢𝗢𝗢𝗢𝗢𝗢𝗢𝗢𝗨𝗨𝗨𝗨𝗨𝗨𝗨𝗨𝗨𝗨𝗨𝗨𝗨𝗨𝗨𝗨𝗨𝗨𝗨𝗨𝗨𝗥𝗥𝗥𝗥𝗣𝗣! B-Blow up...but it was SO worth it...~"
 
A deep, long, wall-shaking belch loud enough to wake the dead and vibrate windows was bound to draw somebody's attention rather sooner than later and Dr. Boone came rushing back into the room as soon as she heard it. She gazed at the overstuffed, lazy thing lying on the chiropractic table that had once held her client wide-eyed and scandalized.
 
"H-Hey mom...𝗛𝗜𝗖!"
 
"DEREK, I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU ATE ANOTHER FUCKING CLIENT! WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO LEARN THAT THEY'RE THE PEOPLE THAT WE PAY OUR BILLS THROUGH?!" The blonde MILF's reaction was more thst of annoyance than horror at the carnivorous sight she beheld.
 
"Sorry ma, it's just that she looked so inviting and goddamn delicious, I couldn't help taking a 𝗕𝗢𝗢𝗢𝗢𝗢𝗢𝗢𝗨𝗨𝗨𝗨𝗨𝗥𝗣! b-bite..."
 
"You clearly took more than a bit!" The chiropractor ironized, hands on her hips in the classic furious mother fashion. "I didn't put you here as my assistant so you could snack on my clientele! You were supposed to learn something out of this besides how a Latina tastes."
 
"B-But I'm learning a lot of things for you! For example, I paralyzed her temporarily by touching the..."
 
"No buts, young man. You're in deep trouble now and...wait, you said you paralyzed her?"
 
"Y-Yeah. Temporarily. I didn't cause irreparable damage," Derek thought for a moment then added. "For now."
 
"Well, I do have to admit that it takes plenty of skill. I always wanted you to be a chiropractor as well and if you're already able to do something like this when you've just reached adulthood..." Dr. Boone's face cleared a little, every mother's weakness to their child's success making her forget that María, whom she had liked so much and could end up giving so much money to the clinic was paralyzed, possibly drowning in a caustic acid chamber located in her son's torso. "I really hate that this is becoming a habit with you, but I guess that a few Latinas once in a while went hurt. Just promise you won't eat every single client and we'll be fine."
 
"Y-Yeah, I promise. Not that I can think of ever eating anything again now, argh..."
 
"Nonsense, you said the same about poor Ms. Gardner last month. The last fart had barely left your body when you stepped out of that ruined bathroom and already started eyeing Stacy," Dr. Boone gently rubbed one of her anatomical specimens of calcium in display. "Isn't that right, Stacy?"
 
"You know ma, I could use a belly rub right now..."
 
"Don't test me, young man!" Dr. Boone answered.
 
"Just for a little bit, pretty please?" Derek pleaded, nauseously. He had stuffed himself into a ruinous state and some good massaging would be more than welcome.
 
"Arg, fine, but don't expect me to do it everytime you eat a woman! I never had anyone to rub my belly when I was your age, that's for sure..." She mumbled before approaching the pale, bloated thing on the chiropractic table, touching his belly with her skillful hands. "Good heavens, feeling her body through your skin makes me want to go on with her treatment so bad. Well, no use crying over spilled milk. How's that?"
 
"Feels great! Thanks, mom!"
 
"You're welcome, you greedy troublemaker," Dr. Boone rolled her eyes but couldn't help but smile at her own weakness. Making her young, foolish pred son into her assistent was perhaps the worst idea she ever had but now it was just something she'd have to deal with for the foreseeable future.
 
"Oh yeaah, that's good..." Derek pratically purred, his exposed rod growing harder shamelessly even in the presence of his own mother. "𝗢𝗢𝗢𝗢𝗢𝗢𝗢𝗢𝗢𝗢𝗼𝗢𝗢𝗢𝗼𝗼𝗼𝗢𝗼𝗼𝗼𝗢𝘂𝘂𝘂𝗨𝗨𝗨𝘂𝘂𝘂𝘂𝗨𝗨𝗨𝗥𝗣𝗛𝘂𝘂𝘂fufufufu..."
 
"Excuse you," Dr. Boone said, waving the foul, acrid fumes away.
 
"Heheh, sorry..."
 
Meanwhile, María Hernández was going through the agonies of hell inside the caustic chamber. She was still paralyzed, stuck upside down in a terribly awkward position, digestive juices flooding upon her head and threatening to suffocate her or enter the Latina's eyes and nostrils as their quantity slowly but surely increased. With great dificulty, she managed to spit out that stinging liquid, but it always came back. Simultaneously, the steel-like walls of the stomach were constantly pressing at her and each time her devourer belched, it clenched harder and tightened, appearing to be dangerously close to crushing her.
 
If it was for better or for worse, María was unable to hear the conversation taking place outside, drowned as it was by the loud cacophony of gastric noises. Due to that, she still hoped after hope that Dr. Boone would arrive at the last moment, like General Lasalle in Poe's story, to rescue her from this dank, dark pit. Clinging to those thoughts were the only thing keeping her mind together by now, for to such a fiery, young and beautiful Latina, the idea of being snuffed out in a moment's notice like a simple morsel of meat was simply too disturbing.
 
Tears filled her eyes, running down her paralyzed, upside down face. She didn't want to go just yet. She had so much to do still! Soon her head was fully submerged in the fatal acids and the danger of drowning or worse became emminent. There was a sudden spark of energy in María's body, born of despair, and she managed to recover her body's movements just in time to splash around like a despairing fish and change her position!
 
"Ouch!" Derek groaned painfully, startled by María violent, miraculous movement. "Damn it, she must have recovered...won't you keep still, you bitch...?!"
 
Derek clenched his belly muscles, but his body reacted a bit too harshly. There was a awful loud CRUNCH followed by a multitude of sickening CRACKs and SNAPs and the time the stomach muscles relaxed, all movements had ceased inside the fleshy chamber. Dr. Boone and Derek grew pale and looked at the belly, then at one another.
 
"M-Maybe she's fine," The young man argued.
 
 
Pfffffffffffffffffffffttttttttt! blew a sonorous, fatalistic fart from his behind.
 
"Nope, she's dead," Derek changed his mind as casually as if he had announced that he needed a new pair of shoes. "Man, I can't wait until lunchbreak, I could use a snack."
 
"Certainly smells like it," Dr. Boone said in a deadpan tone. "And there go my precious skeletal specimens. What a waste. How can you even think about food right now?"
 
"I-I guess I am getting a bit ahead of myself," Derek blushed. "Alive or not, I still have some pounds of meat to digest..."
 
As he said that, he got out of the chiropractic table and, with a swaying motion, shook his belly in a pendular fashion. It's digusting contents, part solid, part liquid and part somewhere in between sloshed loudly and nastily and Dr. Boone rolled her eyes with impatience.
 
"Since you can already walk and fool around, be kind enough to pull up your pants and go call the next patient, will you?"
 
"S-Sure, ma!" The youth fumbled with his pants awkwardly, hiding his still obviously pronounced boner inside it and waddled out of the room as fast as his heavy burden made possible.
 
"Boys these days..." Dr. Boone covered her face with her hands, then laughed. "At least he tries."
 
 
Outside, Derek arrived at the clinic's waiting room sweating and panting like a fat pig from his minor effort. All eyes were curiously turned to this handsome, bloated young man as he tried to deliver his message.
 
"Huff, huff, Dr. Boone will, huff, see Ms. Stevenson n𝗼𝗼𝗼𝗼𝗢𝗢𝗼𝗼𝗼𝗢𝗼𝗼𝗼𝗢𝗢𝗢𝗢𝗢𝗼𝗼𝗼𝗼𝗼𝗢𝗢𝗢𝗢𝗢𝗼𝗼𝗢𝗢𝗢𝗢𝗢𝗢𝗢𝗨𝗨𝗨𝗨𝗨𝗨𝗨𝗨𝗨𝗨𝗨𝗨𝗨𝗨𝗨𝗨𝗨𝗨𝗥𝗥𝗥𝗥𝗥𝗥𝗣!" An earth-shaking belch burst out of Derek's mouth, startling patients and receptionist alike with it's sheer nastiness and power. "Phew, that was a meaty one! 'Scuse me, had some spicy food today."
 
 
...
 
 
"Huh," Dr Boone looked at the lipstick-marked card and at the fresh, suggestive roses puzzledly. "Another bouquet for you. Why, that's the fourth this week!"
 
"Y-Yeah, guess so," Derek said between his teeth as he struggled with something.
 
"And it isn't a secret admirer either, that's Ms. Moore's name clear as day. Curious, that's yet another patient!"
 
"F-Funny coincidence...!" Derek replied listlessly, his voice strained from some Herculean effort.
 
"Oh, there are heart-shaped chocolates from that widow with supposed back pains which I can't seen to find the cause. I told you about her before, she's always finding an excuse to have an appointment. So beautiful, even in her middle-age, yet so hypochondriac already!"
 
"C-Come on...!" The chiropractor's daughter pulled like his life depended on it. "Get on, dammit...!"
 
"By the way, have you noticed how much our clientele has changed? It used to be pretty diverse, but now it's 95% women! What do you think might be the cause of..."
 
"THERE! Finally!" Derek cried triumphantly, wiping the sweat from his fair face with the back of his hand. "These pants were driving me crazy, and they used to fit me so well too..."
 
"...that..."
 
Dr. Boone didn't need to ask twice. Her son's back was turned towards her, and she could see his humongously wide and fat ass straining the pants of his uniform and spewing out of it. He smacked his rear thoughtfully and it jiggled prodigiously. Goodness, it was several times larger than his mom's, larger even than that Latina's for some time back!
 
The chiropractor assistent slowly turned around, and his mother was able to see his chubby potbelly escaping from beneath his scrubs and try as he might, he couldn't cover it. There was a tearing sound and Derek gave up to avoid further damage.
 
"Mom, I'm hungry..."
 
"Let's go to work, dear. We'll figure dinner out when we're there."