The Split Clit

The Split Clit

By Ladybalddreamz

It happened when I was sitting with my legs open on the bed as my lover squeezed the bulb and I groaned as my clitoris was jerked upwards into the tube.

"It hurts so much!"

My lover looked down at the red, sucked up organ in the glass tube.

"I want it bigger."

"So do I."

Then my lover fell into silent thought. She looked at me laying there with my legs spread while my hairless cunt gaped pink and wide, the clitoris drawn up by three inches thanks to the suction.

"I do have an idea."

"Then tell me."

"How badly do you want it bigger? Do you want it as big as I have always wanted it? Could you commit to something irreversible?"

I lay back and thrust up a little as the pain in my clit stung and I felt the suction forcing more blood into its tip. My lover had wanted me to have a huge clitoris, she had always said so. I liked the idea of it too. I had confided that I wanted to be bald and she had been thrilled, going out and coming back with depilatory cream which she had applied to my roots, it had stung sharply but when she had finished she had smiled at me and said eagerly: "Let's wash your  hair!"

All of it had slipped away from my head under the powerful jet of water, landing in a puddle of hair and cream that almost blocked the base of the shower. I had been bald for two years now and I loved it. If I had been asked to grow it back I would have refused; I loved the stares of others when I went out bare headed and the surprise onlookers got in public when I slid off a hat to reveal a gleaming dome with not a trace of hair in sight. My lover licked it and rubbed her pussy on it. She teased me and humiliated me in bed over it and it made me cum so hard. I knew I could commit to clitoral modification easily - I'd even have it cut off if the circumstances were right, the thought of being spread open on an operating table while surgeons took shining instruments and cut my tender flesh between my legs, changing me forever. I had already had two procedures in the past, minor by comparison, but clitoral surgery would be the ultimate. I had often masturbated over it.

"What do you have in mind?"

My lover released the vacuum and my clit stood up, red and engorged.

"I have heard about a medical experiment, a doctor friend of mine is looking for a guinea pig to submit to clitoral enlargement in the extreme. But afterwards you will need an op to remove some of the stretched tissue. Maybe a lot of it. You could end up with no clitoris left to speak of."

As she spoke she licked the length of my slit.

"Mmmmmm." She said, "Lovely juice. I'd let you do it if the doctor allows me to watch. I might even be able to assist in the sexual stimulation experiments."

My heart started racing. She was rubbing my clit with her fingertips, her hand moving like a blur.

"I....waaaaantt toooo do ittt!!!"

"I know you do, come for me, you baldy NO HAIR bitch...”

"ooooooooooooHHH...aaaaHH!"

My cunt twitched and juice ran out of me.

"Do you still want to do this, or was it just a thought when you was cumming?"

"I want to do it."

"I'll set up a meeting then."

A week later I was taken to a private clinic and my lover sat with me until the doctor called me in.  We went in together and I sat down at the desk, looking over at the other side of the room I saw the examination table and I felt my cunt swelling with anticipation.

The doctor was a black woman, early forties, slim with close cropped hair. I had never had my cunt touched by a black woman and I was rather excited too by the thought of her black fingers in their surgical gloves while she probed me.

She briefly ran through my medical notes and then asked some questions.

"Are you comfortable with the inevitable surgery at the end of the experiment?"

My lover squeezed my hand and smiled.

"Yes I am." I replied, "I have always wanted it reduced, I find it exciting."

I blushed.

The doctor nodded, but did not smile.

"I see from your medical notes you have had your clitoral hood removed at the age of twenty and your inner labia reduced four years later. Was this a cosmetic decision or a fantasy fulfilment?"

"Fantasy fulfilment and I was pleased with the result."

The doctor nodded again and filed in some notes.

"Do you indulge in G spot stimulation?"

"Oh Yes."

"So clitoral orgasm is not your only source of pleasure?"

"No, Doctor."

"Do you masturbate frequently?"

"Yes, Doctor."

"How often?"

"Two, three times a day."

She wrote more notes down.

"Are you wiling to submit to procedures that are painful?"

"I am."

"How do you feel about having your genitals shaved?"

"I have no pubic hair." I told her, "Electrolysis three years ago."

She nodded again and made more notes.

"Are you willing to accept that you have entered her of your own free will and accept the terms of the agreement - terms areas follows - patient will sign a consent form to commit to a fortnight of hospitalisation, once the procedure has begun it cannot be reversed, there will be anal and urethral catheterisation, limbs will be held in position by restraint when need be, staff will have to perform intimate procedures such as direct stimulation of the  enlarged organ and take scientific records of the events, your body will be naked for the duration of your stay, you will be kept in a locked environment and must obey orders from myself and other staff at all times. Upon discharge you will be paid the sum of twenty thousand pounds for your participation. Any questions?"

"When can I be admitted?"

"Have you eaten today?"

"No, Doctor."

"Have you passed a motion today?"

"She moved her bowels last night." My lover told her.

"Please remove all clothing and lie back on the examination table."

"Can my lover stay?” She can stay with you for the duration; she will be useful in the participation of some of the experiments."

And the doctor glanced at my lover and smiled a knowing smile.

I stripped my clothes off there and then. I slid my hat from my bald head last of all. The doctor glanced at me but said nothing, her eyes lingered on my slit, and she was keen to get started.

I lay back naked on the table, my legs wide apart. My lover folded my clothing and put them to one side. The doctor put on gloves and spread my labia wide. My clit twitched as she looked down at me, juice ran out of me and I giggled. The doctor tweaked my clitoris and I groaned.

"You are very sensitive." She remarked, "That would be down to the excision of the hood and labia minora. It is a good thing you have already undergone those procedures, or your stay would have been longer as the first step would have been to remove excess tissue to allow for the clitoris to enlarge."

She stepped back.

"You may sit up now. Here is the contract; once it is signed you will be committed to experimental procedures and surgery that will ultimately remove some or possibly all of the clitoral tissue. If you are sure, please sign this."

She handed me the paper and a pen. My lover smiled.

"Go on."

I scribbled my name keenly and handed the paper back to the doctor.

She took it quickly, the pressed a buzzer.

"Nurse,” She said to the intercom, " I have the experimental patient in here, I need you to double catheterise her and give the enema and prep for theatre - at once!"

"I will file your paperwork and scrub up.” She said to me, "We will meet again in theatre in about twenty minutes time." Then she smiled. "You are a very special young lady to submit to such a radical procedure. We at the clinic are very grateful."

She left the room.

My lover looked between my legs.

"This is it."

"I hope you can stay for everything."

"She said I'll be allowed to watch - but I have to be scrubbed and gowned for theatre."

A nurse came in. She stared at me sitting there bald and naked then her gaze went between my legs for a moment and she must have been wondering why I would want to go through with this.

"Lie back on the table with your feet in the stirrups."

I obeyed her. Se adjusted the stirrups so I was parted high and wide, all holes on display. A second nurse came into the room. She looked between my legs.

"I see the patient's being prepped already - start with the enema."

And she parted my buttocks firmly.

The nurse took a large white pessary and slid it firmly into my anus, up high inside. Then my legs were taken out of the stirrups and I was helped to sit up. The nurse brought a commode over and told me to sit on it. I felt a bit ashamed, naked and bare and sitting on a toilet in front of my lover and two nurses but that swollen organ between my legs was tingling at the thought. Nothing happened at first; I sat there, smiled shyly at my lover and went silent. The nurses set about bringing over a bowl of water and some wet wipes, and then the catheter tubes were arranged on the trolley, along with a bottle of iodine and a packet of cotton wool. The trolley was wheeled next to the examination table.

"Any movement?" The first nurse asked me.

"Nothing."

I had spoken too soon. I felt a huge series of cramps deep inside and the uncontrollable urge to strain. hot shit fell from my anus, splashing down loudly. Then a fart rippled out, followed by another single burst of air that made my cheeks go red. My bowel spasmed again and ditherer hit the sides of the commode, loose stools that flopped out, plopping out loudly. Another weak fart came and I gasped for breath. My bowels had never emptied so quickly before. The nurses lifted me from the commode and put me back on the table, my bottom was wiped after my legs were spread then one nurse took a hand held water spray and brutally jet washed my bottom. It made me squeal but the water was quickly switched off again and I was repositioned on the table, legs apart high and this time very widely open. The second nurse soaked a large piece of cotton wool in iodine and swiped it over my public mound, then my outer labia. I was spread wide and wiped inside, which scratched and stung. Then the cotton wool was wiped either side of my crack before my anus was also swabbed. For good measure the other nurse held me open and tipped the remainder of the iodine bottle over my inner flesh.

"OOOOOoooowwww!"

"Almost done." The first nurse said.

She took up clamps. Clip, pinch, clip, pinch, it was repeated four times and my outer labia was firmly pinned back, my slit now held wide open for the world to see. The rectal catheter was lubricated and slid inside, then slid deeper still. I winced as the bladder tube was pushed in but after a sharp moment of pain I felt a pop and knew I was well and truly catheterised in both holes - it would be a long time before I ever took charge of myself going to the toilet again. I heard a click and looked up to see my lover taking a picture on her camera phone.

"I'm allowed to, I asked."

"Take as many as you can,” I told her, "I'd love a personal record for us later on."

"You bet I will."

I was released from the stirrups and moved onto a trolley.

"You are going to theatre now." The nurse stated, and they wheeled me from the room without another word to me.

I was taken to an operating theatre. The doctor was already there, she was owned and gloved and inspecting an array of instruments.

I was placed on the table and my arms outstretched, an IV was hooked up to my arm and a drug pumped into it.

"You will feel relaxed.” The black doctor told me.

I smiled at her and nodded, the clamps were making my cunt lips go numb. The nurse wheeled a trolley over to me and took a syringe from it. She handed it to the doctor. To my alarm the doctor slid the needle into my bare scalp. I gasped in alarm as my bald head tingled and started to go numb. My lover was watching from the other side of the table, she was gowned and gloved too in order to keep the room sterile. I looked at her.

"Whets happening?" My words were slowing; I was afraid but relaxed at the same time. They had not mentioned my head being injected.

I saw the doctor exchange a glance with my lover, who nodded.

"Tell her.” She said quietly.

"I have to insert a probe into the surface of your brain to record your brain patterns for the next two weeks. The probe consists of four implants placed in your skull. I am aware that you wish to stay bald headed so the scarring will be minimal. "

The nurse locked my head in a metal halo. The other nurse was strapping my arms and legs. My legs were raised high, and then spread widely open. The doctor picked up a small drill and pressed a button. The bit whirred into life. As the other nurse hovered behind me I realised my numb bald head had been swabbed with iodine. The doctor lowered the drill. I was aware of a buzzing, but felt nothing. Then she wiped the area and moved over and drilled again. This was repeated until I had four minute holes in my skull. Then she took tiny forceps and picked up a small silver item that looked like half a sewing needle. She slid it firmly into the hole, pausing to check on the camera above me that the probe was all the way in. Then she took the second, the third and the fourth. When she had finished the holes were covered with four flesh coloured, rounded sticking plasters that she reinforced with surgical tape.

"After you leave here you can forget they were ever inside you." Se told me, "There is a machine that will measure your sexual responses; it will receive signals from the probes. Good thing you like your head shaved or you might have found that very alarming if we had given you a shave in here!"

I managed a smile.

"It would not have stopped me." I said aloud, "It was unexpected...that’s all...." I fell silent again. The nurse took the halo off my head. Then she wiped my head with a towel. I began to wonder what else I was unaware of that was going to happen to me, but I looked u and saw the doctor and nurses around me, I had my legs impossibly high and wide apart and the drug was making me want to float. I smiled at the doctor.

She placed a large metal bulb over my clitoris. It was attached to a hose and the hose led to a machine, one of many around the table. She flicked a switch and it started to hiss. My clitoris was drawn into it; the machine began to make a pumping noise. And oxygen mask was put over my face. She turned a dial and the suction became immense.

"OOOOOOOOOooooohhhh!"I yelled, "It huuurrrts......oooow....aaaahhh...”

I took sharp breaths; the pain was numbing yet felt as if all the blood in my body was being drawn into my clitoris. It pumped me, thumping, the industrial device was staggeringly brutal, I moaned and cried out, on the edge of the pain I wondered if I would cum as my clit burst.

Then the doctor switched it off and all I felt was an odd humming, tingling between my legs. She lifted the bulb away. I felt something wobble and looked down. I stared. It was smarting like hell but my clitoris was pumped bright red, huge and wide, the size of a fat cherry.

"Now relax.” She told me and lowered her mask. I noticed my lover hovering a little behind her, filming everything.

"This is the first phase." The doctor told the nurses, I have manually forced the clitoris upwards by half an inch and by using the mechanical suction the blood supply has also increased. I will now give the subject an orgasm to test response."

Cold lubricant was spread over my engorged clit. Then a humming filed the air as the doctor turned on a small silver bullet vibrator. My clit throbbed. She slid the tip of the bullet up and down my large clit, circled around it and continued up and down, in a slow, deliberate way.

t seemed as if I had gained another million nerves down there.

"Ooooooooooo!" I squealed, "MMMmmmmm...yyyeeeeeeesssssssss...ah ah ah mmmmmm AAAAAArrrghh!"

I came loudly, pleasure bursting from the red cherry that felt so strange.

"My, that was fast!" The doctor exclaimed, "The subject is intensely aware of the clit stim, we will stimulate again after the rest of the suction.

Something was being sprayed on my clit. It felt like ice and all sensation seemed to leave me.

The doctor lifted the bulb and drew something out from its centre. I stared but in my drugged state could only give a moan: it was a curved metal cap which she held up for the nurses to see. She pressed a button on its top and teeth slid downwards, minute needle fine teeth that curved inwards.

"This cap will be attached to the centre of the clitoris then the bulb reapplied, the subject will not notice the surface pain after another twenty four hours of suction treatment, the cap will ensure the clitoris is kept in position for the duration.

I stared in alarm - I was going to be suctioned down there for a whole day?

I gave a whine of protest.

"Good girl," The doctor said soothingly, "It will be over soon...the suction will make you so much bigger."

She placed the cap in the middle of my swollen clit and pressed the button. I heard a snap and knew the needle sharp jaws had embedded into my clit.

Then she took off the bulb and attached a much longer, wider one in its place, which was wiped with lubricant and then placed over my clitoral area. I saw he pull on the chain and I guessed the cap was tautening my clit within but all I felt was a vague sensation of tugging. Then she flipped the switch and the machine started up. She turned a dial all the way around and I felt a strong pulling, but the anaesthetic spray had numbed the pain. Then she added a drug to my IV.

"The subject will sleep for the duration of this stage." I heard her say, and the room went black.

I awoke the next day in a private room, I was naked on a bed and my legs were spread open and fixed there by leg rests. I looked down and saw my cunt was now clamped open my metal grips that fitted either side of my labia, I was pinned so wide I felt amazed. Then I felt the ache and saw a huge mass of red jelly protruding from my cunt, my clitoris was the size of a lemon. It ached but the pain was dull. My lover came in the room and smiled at me. She got a mirror from her purse and held it between my legs. I saw the marks where the cap had bit into me, the cap was now gone and my clitoris was so huge it looked as if it would burst.

"How painful is it?"

"It aches...feel different."

My lover dipped her head forwards and despite the iodine that still stained me; she gave it a cautious lick. The pleasure shot through me and I gasped.

"Oooooohhhh.....yyyes....mm..."

My lover calmly pressed the buzzer beside my bed.

A nurse came in with the doctor.

"How are we feeling?"

"Amazing, Doctor."

"Much pain?"

"No - I feel so excited; every touch makes me want to come!"

The doctor checked the machine beside my bed. She turned to the nurse.

"I would like you to stimulate the subject, please."

A small, narrow, rubber coated bullet vibrator was raised in the nurse's hand. The doctor squirted some lube onto my clit and the nurse rubbed it in. As she did so I yelped, bruising and pain shot through my grossly enlarged organ.

"Ohhh. No, no, stop! It hurts!"

"That is to be expected but I am required to produce orgasm readout results this morning.” The doctor said briskly and took the vibrator from the nurse. As a low but powerful buzzing filled the air I felt dread sweep over me - my clit was hurting terribly.

The doctor began to move the toy mechanically up and down the huge organ; she put a hand underneath it to cup it and continued to massage it up and down.

I gave a sob.

"I want to go hoooommee!"

"No, no,” My lover said, resting her hand on my smooth head, "Come on, baldy - do as the doctor says...its what you always wanted, yu'reliving it now...be a good girland come for the doctor."

Tears were staining my cheeks. I sobbed.

"it h-h-hurrts...noooo pleease, please!"

The doctor lifted the vibe away and switched it off.

"Are

I could feel the swollen organ jerking up and down as I recovered. The doctor took her stethoscope and pressed it to my clit to listen to the blood flow. you in considerable pain?"

"Yes, doctor!"

She nodded. "It is to be expected. But you will manage an orgasm eventually. I will keep going until you achieve the result."

And she turned the toy back on and continued to move it up and down my engorged, brutally swollen clit. Pain and pleasure seemed to blur together but I sobbed loudly. My lover stroked my bald head.

"Come on, you bald bitch... my baldy shaven, soon to be circumcised bitch...come for the doctor...come hard.."

As she whispered I felt tingles of pleasure.

"Is she near?" The doctor enquired casually.

My lover nodded.

"Come for me, my shaven patient." The Doctor said, and pressed harder, ignoring my sobs as she moved the toy up and down, up and down, slowly, over and over.

My clit burst with pleasure. I screamed and screamed, cum gushed from between my legs.

"OOOOHHHHhhhh.....mmm...noo...oohoh...oh I come...oh it hurts...”

I could feel the swollen organ jerking up and down as I recovered. The doctor took her stethoscope and pressed it to my clit to listen to the blood flow. as I squirmed in discomfort.

Se pulled back and nodded. "That sounds okay. You can rest now. No more orgasms until tomorrow that is an order!"

They left me and my lover alone. I lay back with my open legs displaying the monster clit and took in some breaths.

"It’s lovely." My lover said, "I want to play with it myself."

I groaned.

"It feels bruised and sore and so heavy!"

My lover put some lube on her hands.

"Once the swelling goes down they will trim off the excess tissue. I wonder how much cit you will have left!"

"A very small one I hope. I wish I’d never done this, I like it huge but it hurts so much!"

My lover slid her hands between my legs and started to gently massage my clit. She needed both hands to roll it in her palms and the pleasure over took my pain.

"Ooowww...mmmm, oh do it more...not hard, just rub it...”

I sighed as her hands massaged it. My large at clit was swelling again, bruising now felt like pleasurable pain and I gasped, aware that anther mind blowing orgasm was about to happen.

"Do-it-harder!"

She stopped.

"The doctor said no more orgasms today."

"I don't care! Rub it, rub it hard, oh please, I need it so much!"

I gasped as she rubbed it with both hands, squeezing it, pumping it with the motion. It was pain and pleasure at a height I had never known before.

"MORE DO IT HARDER!!!!"

She squeezed it, mashed it, rubbed and rubbed until he hands became a blur.

"AAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa....ooooooooowwww mmmmmmm Yeeessss....oh yessss......."

The orgasm burst in me, like my clit had popped and pleasure spilled through my body. She still rubbed me, I was coming and coming....and then I felt a sharp pop. A hot pain made me see stars and as my lover looked down to see the source of the massive wetness she creamed. Her hands were covered in blood. My clitoris had burst, split down the middle, and blood was soaking the sheets. She hit the alarm button and yelled for a nurse.

I was rushed into theatre.

The doctor threw on a surgical gown and as the nurses positioned on the operating table she stared in horror.

"The organ has split?"

"I was cumming...” I mumbled through the oxygen mask.

The doctor injected my cunt, it was four sharp jabs but with the blood loss I felt very little.

"You have ruined the whole experiment!" She fumed, "Now I have no choice but to perform a clitoridectomy! You will lose your entire clitoris!"

"Good...” I murmured, "I want you to take it away...”

I was clamped. The doctor took a pair of scissors and raised the enormous torn flesh. She was still angry as the nurse held out the bowl.

SNIP.

"Here is one half of your clitoris!" She snapped, dropping it into the bowl.

The nurse put it aside. I saw her look at me.

"You should have done as doctor said - now you will be left with nothing down below!"

She held the bowl below my open legs.

SNIP.

"And here is the other half!" she said, holding the bloody flesh up. Seeing the size of t and knowing the pain it had cost me, I was glad it was gone.

She dropped it into the bowl, and then cast aside the scissors. She picked up a suture kit and sewed up the bloody hole that had been the base of my enlarged organ. Then she lifted the scissors again.

"I have been forced to do the equivalent of picking a cherry!" She told me gravely, "I had to take it all out, all the way to the root. You will never have an orgasm through stimulation in that area again!" She pinched the top of my labia together and nipped off half an inch of my lips. She rushed the flesh aside and it was plucked into a bowl by the nurse. The she took a scalpel and slit an inch above my slit. She pinched the whole area together and began to sew, her movement graceful, a spiral of in and out, closing my slit permanently shut, stopping short of my catheterised pee hole. She snipped off the thread.

"There,” She said sadly, "It is all gone. You will still be paid but I must conclude that the experiment is a failure - due to the enlargement the tissue can not with stand over stimulation and the process makes the subject unable to resist this. So you will be taken back to recover and then you will leave this hospital."

I was wheeled out f there with my legs open and a heavy dressing over my groin.

I recovered well enough to go home a week later.

When the dressing came off I was stunned to see my cunt now had a scar down to my pee hole and above it was nothing but outer labia closed together.

When I healed my lover kissed the scar, called me her bald clitless bitch and as she plunged her fist into my anus and fucked my vagina with a g-spot dildo, I glanced down at my groin, thought about how I had lost my clit, and tears ran from  my eyes. I screamed and my screams filled the room.

But only because thinking about it gave me such an earth shattering orgasm.

The End