Root canal
Surprised I didn't tell this one when we did dentists a few years back...

I needed root canal work. Oh joy.

It was far too complex for my regular dentist, so I had to go on Fridays to see a Mrs Booth, who had the special root canal hummus and she set to work on my poor, dead tooth.

She also had – which I would imagine being a disadvantage in the world of dentistry – the most enormous bosoms.

For every time she leaned over to insert something into my gob, they would stick to my head, rendering it impossible to see. Or in some cases, breathe.

Each and every Friday for a month, despite the terrifying drills and the industrial vacuum cleaner in my gob, I felt no pain. I lay there in a trance, her enormous cleavage pressed against the side of my head.

"How's that feel?" she asked as I lay there, my world completely blacked out by the sudden eclipse.

I was only supposed to nod my head to indicate I was fine. But no.

"Nice," I replied. "Nice tits."

She completed her work in silence, ramming the final filling home with what appeared to be a large chisel.

"Rinse and spit," she ordered, pointing to the plastic cup of poison pink stuff, "Now LEAVE."

I never returned.

The whole 12" remix of the story HERE, if you can be arsed.
( Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Thu 11 Mar 2010, 12:04, 4 replies)

I can testify as to the mighty power of
fine looking dentists as a distraction to any possible pain
( LemonEntryMyDearWatson This time, Moriarty, the hand is on the other foot, Thu 11 Mar 2010, 12:16, closed)

It is not a disadvantage
I visited a dentist that on purpose (I think) wedged the patient's head between her rather large tits. It appears to be a rather efficient way to calm down nervous, particulary male, patients. It worked for me.
I managed to keep my mouth shut, though not literally.
(fat_skua, Thu 11 Mar 2010, 13:30, closed)

It doesn't have the same effect
when your dentist is called Colin and they are massive moobs you are being smothered with. I imagine.
(Rsoles, Sat 13 Mar 2010, 15:26, closed)

Bristol Cities
My tale is so similar to yours it seems churlish to post it separately; I had root canal performed by a scorchingly fit brunette dentist when living in Bristol. She was absolutely gorgeous and, while her baps weren't gargantuan, she was certainly distractingly well endowed.

Unfortunately she was a shit dentist. Despite her charms, I was in agony - imagine the torture scenes in "Marathon Man" with a young Raquel Welsh in tight white dental overalls instead of Laurence Olivier. And lasting the full running time.

I always had trouble with that tooth and it put me off going to the dentist at all for about five years, until I went to a really nice Nigerian bloke in Acton who fixed the clusterfuck she'd left in my jawbone by... removing the infected hand drillbit thing that the dozy cow had left in the root of my dying tooth.

Hopefully she later realised her full career potential by getting a job as a poledancer or something.
( shinyshinyscalp less a man, more a way of life, Thu 11 Mar 2010, 17:18, closed)