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****************************************************** Disclaimer: Ok this is inspired by a true story. It is even referenced in the story. Any resemblance of the characters to real people, living and/or dead, or other fictional characters from other stories is totally unintentional, yet coincidental. Yeah, that's the ticket. It's a coincidence. This story deals with some transgendered issues, and of course sex, so if you don't want to read a story about that, well, don't. Perhaps a good Tom Clancy novel? Anyways, feel free to put this story up on some of the TG story archive sites. As long as those sites don't charge for access. If you want to put it up on a pay site, write me at [email protected] and we'll discuss a price. After all, if you can make some money off this story, why can't I? After all, I wrote it. Now that that's out of the way, enjoy. ****************************************************** The Stan Howard Show By Robyn Orin Chapters 1-7 of Many Chapter 1 8/11/98 ----------Radio-Broadcast---------- Announcer: You're listening to the Stan Howard Show. And now, here's Stan. Stan: So Roberta... Roberta: Yes Stan. Stan: I was reading this magazine called Maxim. Great magazine. Anyways, there's an article in here about a guy who got himself breast implants and kept them for a year to win $100,000. Jimmy: What?! Roberta: No way! Frank: There's no way that's story is true. Stan: I think it is. There are even topless pictures of the guy. Here you go Jimmy, you and Frank can see for yourself. Can't really show you one Roberta since you're in the news booth there. Roberta: That's quite all right. [Jimmy busts out into hysterical laughter.] Frank: I don't believe it. Roberta: So what size did he get? Stan: According to the article, he got himself a pair of 38 C's. Jimmy: The guy's a freak. Stan: He said that unless he told people about them, no one knew that he had him. They could be easily hidden just by wearing a sweatshirt. Roberta: He hid C-cup breasts with a sweatshirt? Stan: Well I think they're a small C-Cup. Frank: Actually, I'd say that's a full C-Cup. You got to remember that the cup size refers the number of inches the breasts add to the chest. So a C-cup only adds 3 inches to the chest. And this guy looks like he normally has about a 38" chest. So a C-Cup on him doesn't look as big on him as they would on a woman with a 34" chest. Stan: Frank Norman. Our resident breast expert. [The people in the studio clap.] Stan: So what I'm thinking is that I'll make the same bet to someone. Frank: No way. Jimmy: Forget it. Stan: Not with you guys. However there are going to be a couple changes. The guy will still have to keep the implants for a year. However, the implants will be large enough that he could wear a parka and people will still be able to tell that he has breasts. Also the guy must look like a guy. Jimmy: With large breasts? Stan: Well I don't want the guy taking the easy way out and just dress up like a woman every time he goes out. I want it so that every one who looks at this guy, no matter how he's dressed, will know that he's a man with large breasts. Roberta: So are we going to hold auditions for our listeners to qualify. Stan: Actually I don't want it to be a listener. We're in New York, all the wannabe transsexuals would flock over here. And we can't do it as a radio contest. The lawyers won't let me. Also I want it to be a person that we would be able to see quite frequently. Roberta: A staff member? Stan: Exactly. Jimmy: No one on staff will take that bet. Stan: [in Marlon Brando voice] I'll make them an offer they can't refuse. Roberta: So do you have anyone in mind? Stan: As a matter of fact, I do. Bobby Bowie, bring me Billy. --------------------------- Another boring day. Working in radio is not nearly as exciting as I would've thought it would be. Of course I was hoping to be a DJ. Instead I have the menial task of transferring sound bites over onto carts for the news broadcasts and of course, the Stan Howard show. At least I've gotten to meet Stan Howard several times. All of my friends are envious of me for working with him. Of course it's not like we're friends or anything. I often wonder if he knows me apart from the interns that come and go in this place. "Hey Billy!" I turn around to see Bobby Bowie, Stan Howard's producer standing outside of the sound room. "Great" I think to myself. "More carts to make." "Stan wants to see you." "When?" I ask, surprised that Stan would want to see me. "Right now." "Uh, ok." I start getting nervous. Stan is still on the air. I have never been allowed in the studio during the show. I'm hoping that I didn't screw up a cart and he was going to chew me out on the air. He's done that to several of the interns and other employees. I get up and follow Bobby into the studio. The studio is a bit dark but all of the on-air personnel are well lit. I notice the cameras that they use for the televised broadcast of the show on the D- Channel. "Here comes Billy now. Billy Freeman is one of our audio editors. Actually all he does is transfer news clips and commercials onto cart to use during the show. Have a seat Billy." Stan says. Bobby points me over to the seat where the guests usually sit across from Stan. I sit down, still a bit unsure of what's going on. "So have you been listening to the show?" "Umm... no. I can't listen to the radio while I'm making the carts." Now I'm really nervous. Did something bad just happen with one of the carts that I made? "Ok, that's fine. Good to see you're doing your job right. The reason why I called you in here is because I have a business proposition for you." "Um.. Ok." "Relax, I'm not going to bite. How would you like to make $250,000?" "Sure. What's the catch?" "You have to get breast implants for a year." "What?" "I want you to get breast implants and keep them for a year. At the end of that year, I will pay you, out of my own pocket, $250,000." "Uhhh...." Never in a million years did I think that when I finally made it on the Stan Howard show would it be to be asked if I wanted breasts. "Okay, $500,000!" said Stan. At this point it was sounding tempting. $500,000. At my current salary, it would take me 25 years to make that much money. "How large do they have to be?" I ask. "Pretty big. Larger than Roberta's." Roberta had a pretty large chest. She was at least a DD-Cup. "It's tempting, but I' not too sure." "One million dollars! That's my final offer." Frank, Jimmy, Bobby and Roberta all gasp in that amount. And so did I actually. $1 million just to have a large pair of breasts for a year. How bad could that really be? And let's face it, the chances of me even making a million dollars in my lifetime is pretty slim. "Ok." I said. "But on one condition. We put everything about this deal into a legally binding contract. And if I don't like what I see in the contract, I back out." "That's fair. I tell you what, I will have my lawyer here tomorrow. We will work out all the details and draw up the contract tomorrow on the air. Meet me here in the studio around 8 a.m. tomorrow." "Sure." "Great. We have to take a break. When we come back, Johnny Lang will be in the studio." Stan hits play on the cart and the bumper and commercials start to play. The on-air light is turned off. Several people rush in to take care of stuff during the 5 minute commercial break. I try to slip out during the commotion. "Hey Billy!" Stan calls out to me, "I appreciate you doing this. This means big ratings." "Anything for the show and a million dollars." I call back as I head out the door. I went back to my sound room to continue working on the carts. Of course once I sat down, all I could think about was what I had just agreed to. Breasts. I'm going to have breasts. And not just any breasts, but large breasts. It wouldn't be so bad in the winter. A thick jacket and no one would notice. But it's August now. It's close to 100 degrees here in New York City. It's going to be hard to hide breasts while wearing a t-shirt and shorts. And what would my friends and family think? "You crazy son of a bitch!" Looks like I won't have to wait too long to find out. I turn around to see Pat, my best friend at the station standing in the doorway. "You're going to turn yourself into a woman just for a million dollars?" "No. I'm getting breast implants for a million dollars. There's a difference. The rest of me will stay the same. My dick will stay intact and remain functional." "But what are you going to do with it? You think you're going to be able to score with the chicks with a pair of breasts. You think they want to be with a guy that has larger breasts than them? In case you haven't noticed, but on the list of things that women look for in men, large breasts isn't listed." I hadn't thought about that. My social life will pretty much go down the tubes. He was right, it would be hard to pick up a girl if I had a pair of large breasts. Not to mention it would be hard enough to make it into some of the nightclubs without getting thrown out by the bouncers or being called a freak by the guys. Except maybe at the gay bars. "I've gone a year without sex before, I can do it again." "Sure. What about being stared at by everyone. And I do mean everyone. You'll be a freak. Unless you move to San Francisco, you'll get heckled by every single person on the street. Stan's not going to let you hide in your apartment for a year. The reason why he chose an employee is so that he could see him every day. Think of all the people you see everyday. On your way to work, at the movies, at the mall. Now imagine all of those people staring at you and calling you 'freak'." "It's for $1,000,000. Are you trying to tell me that you wouldn't have done the same thing?" "Sure a million bucks is tempting. But it's not worth the year in hell that you're about to go through." "I don't think it's that bad. Women manage to go almost their entire lives with breasts." "Yeah, but they're women. You're a man." "Think of it as a big step for men's lib. For years women have been able to get breast implants while we haven't. I'm blazing new trails for men everywhere." "Too bad no men want to follow you down that trail." "You know Pat, you're a nice guy and all, but there are sometimes when you just bug the hell out of me. Now if you excuse me, I have work to do." The entire day went like that. People stopping in shocked that I agreed to get implants. I hadn't even seen some of the people before. Some of them were against the idea of a man getting implants, but there were also several that said they would've done it for the money. A few of them said they would've done it for $250,000. Chapter 2 8/12/98 ----------Radio-Broadcast---------- Stan: For those of you listening yesterday, you know that I made a very interesting deal with one of our audio editors. He has to get breast implants and keep them for a year. He agreed to it. And now all we have to do is work out the details of the agreement. So at this time, please welcome Billy Freeman! [Cheesy trumpet fanfare music plays.] Billy: Hi. Stan: Now the reason I chose Billy is because there is no way in the world he could ever pass as a female. He is 6'5, about 200 lbs, he does have long hair like myself, but he also has a mustache and goatee. And As you'll be able to tell, a rather deep voice. Now Billy, we agreed yesterday that we would work out all the fine points of the agreement and put them into a legally binding contract. And to help us do this is my own personal lawyer, Donald Bloom. [Boos and hisses are heard.] Donald: Thank you. I think. Howard: You'll have to forgive Frank over there playing the carts. He doesn't much care for lawyers. ---------------- Ok, so it wasn't a dream. I really did agree to get implants. And here I am finalizing the details. The things I would do for $1,000,000. "Now Donald," said Stan, "here is what we have agreed to so far. Billy will get large breast implants. And if he keeps them for a year, I will pay him $1,000,000." "And have you decided on an implant size yet?" asked Donald. "Not yet. Except that they would be large. I'm thinking at least an F-cup." replied Howard. Deciding that I should step in and control my future somewhat I decided to make a suggestion. "Can we talk to the surgeon who will be performing the surgery and ask him how large they can be without posing any health risks?" "That's fair. The surgeon who will be performing the operation is Dr. Roger Zemekis. I'll schedule an appointment with him for later this week." "In the contract it'll say that the size will be the largest size that the surgeon feels can be safely implanted. Have you covered who will be covering the expense of the operation?" asked Donald. "I will cover the cost of the operation." said Stan. Well that was a little relief. I didn't really have $6,000 to get breasts. "What about the removal of the implants?" I asked. "If you go the whole year, you take them out yourself. You'll have a million dollars. You can afford a couple thousand to get rid of them." "That's fair." "However, if you decide you want to get rid of them before the year is up, I will pay for their removal." "WHAT?!" Jimmy "The Jokester" Martin couldn't believe what Stan had just said." "Think about it Jimmy. If he doesn't want them anymore. I'd rather have to shell out the extra couple thousand dollars instead of him making it the full year just because he couldn't afford to remove them and costing me the full million." At least I have an easy way out there. However once I get them, I'll be damned if I get them out before the year's up. Otherwise I will have done it all for nothing. "What about the health risks?" I asked. "What about them?" "What happens if they rupture or leak and cause me to become ill?" Stan's lawyer, Donald quickly responded. "I suggest that we have Billy sign a waiver saying that we are not responsible for any health complications as a result of the operation or implants." Typical lawyer. I guess I should've expected that. While I have heard that the saline implants are supposed to be pretty safe, I want to cover my ass. "Well" Stan replied, "I don't think that's right. I tell you what Billy, the implants have a shelf life of at least 5 years, so I don't think that they should cause any problems. But should you become ill or get some disease from the implants before the year is up, I will pay for the removal and still give you the million bucks." That sounded fair. Of course I may think differently if my life expectancy is shortened drastically. "Of course you will not be able to sue Mr. Howard for any further damages." said Donald. "Let's move on to the more important parts of the deal" said Stan. "1. You must remain employed at the station during the whole year. You can not quit the job. And I will make sure that you are not terminated as long as you are doing your job." "And if I do get fired?" "Well let's hope that you don't. But if you do, I'll pay to remove the implants and the deal is off." "What assurances do I have that you won't fire me just to get out of the deal?" "Hmmmm.... Donald, do you have any suggestions?" "This is a union station, so we will clear your dismissal with them before you get fired. As with any union station, we have to show clear proof that you have done something worthy of being fired. Such as theft, drug use, repeated failure to show up, etc." "That sound fair Billy?" "Sure." "Good" replied Howard. "Now you will still get to use your sick days and vacation time. And you must still schedule it in advance." "What about time off for the surgery?" "You will not be charged any vacation or sick days during the surgery. I will also arrange that you have the 2 weeks following the surgery off to recover. Now public appearances..." That suddenly put things into a different light. He was going to start taking me to his public appearances and showing me off like 'Henry, The Mad, Intoxicated Midget' and the strippers. "I want you to attend every single one of my public appearances with me" said Stan. "And you will do what I say at these appearances." "No way. You'll have me give some guy a tit[ BEEP] or something." "Watch your language! This is a live show." "Sorry." I can't believe I just cursed over the air. Thank goodness for the delay. "I was referring more along the lines of wearing a bikini top or maybe coming out topless. It will not involve anything sexual or be unlawful." Nothing sexual or unlawful. That sounded fine to me. The sexual part alone takes out most of Stan's arsenal. "Ok. But also nothing that could endanger my safety." "Agreed. Now there's one other thing. Your goatee. You can not shave off your mustache and goatee. You can grow a full beard, but you must have at least the goatee and mustache during the whole year." I thought this was an odd request. Especially since I have had the goatee for 3 years now. I guess he figured that with the goatee, there was definitely no way I could pass as a really tall woman. "That's fine." "Ok I think we got everything we need. Anything else you want to add Billy?" "No, I think that's it." "All right. Donald, why don't you go over what's in the contract." "Billy Freeman will get breast implants and if he lives one year with them, he will receive $1,000,000 paid by Stan Howard. The following rules and restrictions apply. 1. The cost of the surgery to put in the breast implants will be covered by Stan Howard. 2. The size of the implants will be the largest size that the surgeon feels is safe. 3. If Billy Freeman is able to live one year with the implants, the cost to remove the implants will be his responsibility upon collecting the $1,000,000 from Stan Howard. If Billy Freeman is unable or chooses not to live the full year with the implants, Stan Howard will pay for the removal of the implants and Billy Freeman will not collect the $1,000,000. 4. Should Billy Freeman suffer any type of illness that can be proven to be caused by the implants within the one year, Stan Howard will pay for the removal of the breast implants and pay Billy Freeman the $1,000,000 in damages. Furthermore, after the removal of the implants, the payment of the $1,000,000 or the end of the one year, Billy Freeman can not sue Stan Howard for any further damages. 5. Billy Freeman will not be charged any vacation time or sick days for the time off required for the surgery. This includes 2 weeks recovery time following the surgery. 6. Billy Freeman must remain an employee of WTYT-FM or it's parent company, Infinit-Pilot Communications during this one year. Should station management decide to terminate Billy Freeman's employment, the termination must be cleared with the National Association of Radio Broadcasters and Technicians Union Local 69. If the union agrees that there is justification for Billy Freeman's termination, Stan Howard will pay to remove the implants and Billy Freeman will not receive any money. 7. Billy Freeman will attend all of Stan Howard's public appearances and do what is asked of him as long as it is not unlawful, of a sexual nature, or endangering his well being. 8. Billy Freeman must retain facial hair during this one year. At least enough for a goatee and a mustache. Everything sound ok to you guys?" "Sure does." said Stan. I just sat there for a second taking in what all had just been said. I have to admit, that was the most understandable legal-ese I've ever heard. "Sounds fine." I said. "All right" replied Donald. "The one year will begin on the day of the operation. Now all I need you guys to do is to sign and date the contract. Frank and Jimmy, you will need to be witnesses." Donald handed the contract over to Stan. He signed and dated all copies of the contract. He then handed them over to me. I read the contract again just to make sure that there wasn't something I missed. Everything was as he said it would be. I took the pen and was about to sign it. But I just froze there. Did I really want to go through with this? I could back out now. But $1,000,000 I could retire early and maybe even start my own small company. I hesitantly signed and dated all of the copies. "YES!" shouted Stan. I just sat there stunned by what I had just done. "Frank and Jimmy, as soon as you guys sign this, this will be a legally binding contract." said Donald. Jimmy and Frank quickly signed it. I think they were just as shocked as I was that I signed it. "All right gentlemen, here are your copies of the contract. Make sure you make a couple copies for yourself and keep the original in a secure place." "Thank you very much Donald" said Stan. "So what is our next step?" "Go ahead and schedule an appointment with the surgeon. Once that is done you can go ahead and schedule the operation. Let me know when it is going to be so that I can mark down when it took place. Also both of you will need a copy of the bill from the surgeon to verify when the surgery was done. Stan, it was nice seeing you again. Billy, enjoy your breasts." With that, Stan went into a commercial break and Donald Bloom left the studio. I still sat there, not believing what I had done. Chapter 3 8/14/98 ----------Radio-Broadcast---------- Stan: Good morning, the time is 8:32 here in New York City. So Roberta... Roberta: Yes Stan. Stan: Yesterday was the long anticipated trip to Dr. Zemekis's office. Roberta: You mean for Billy's implants?! Stan: That's right. We brought along the D-Channel cameras to video tape the consultation with the doctor. And I thought I'd play it here so our listeners can hear what happened. Roberta: Ok. Stan: All right, here we go. ----- Stan: We are here with Dr. Robert Zemekis. He is the surgeon who will be giving Billy Freeman his implants. Now Doctor, have you ever put breast implants in a guy before? Dr. Zemekis: No I have not. I've operated on several transsexuals, but never on a man that is going to stay a man. Stan: All right, well the man you are going to be operating on is this guy right here. Billy Freeman. He's one of our audio engineers. Now we want him to have big breasts. Zemekis: D Cup? Stan: Way too small. Something like F or beyond. As big as he can get. Zemekis: Hmmmm.... Billy, if you could do me a favor and remove your shirt then lie down on the examining table here. Billy: Sure. Stan: Damn, Billy. You're a little bit flabby there. I always thought you were in better shape than that. Those t-shirts do a good job hiding that gut. You even already got small breasts. What are those? An a-cup? Billy: I have no idea. Zemekis: Now normally to cause a cup size increase as much as you are asking, we would space the surgeries out a couple months. The first one would get the patient to a middle size and let the skin stretch out to the new size, and then we would enlarge the implants to their full size. Stan: We don't want to do that. We want everything at once. Zemekis: Well, here's what I'm thinking we could do. First we could give him a liposuction on his gut and transplant the fat to his breasts. And then a couple days later, we will put in the breast implants. The fat will help the skin stretch out a bit before the surgery, add size to the breasts, and help to make the breasts look a little more natural. Stan: And how big do you think he can get? Zemekis: I would say probably around a G cup. But there's no way to say for certain until the operation is done. Stan: Now would you be doing over the muscle or under the muscle implants? Zemekis: I would actually be using 2 pairs of implants. One pair over, and one pair under. Stan: Interesting. And you'll be using saline right? Zemekis: Of course. Now after the operation, the patient is going to have to take care of his breasts. They will be very sore at first. He will need to wear a bra for 6 weeks following the surgery to prevent the implants from moving around. Bring a couple bras in various sizes near your target size since we will not know your exact fit until after the operation. Billy: But I don't have any bras. And I wouldn't even know where to look to get ones in that size. Stan: I'll get you a couple. I'm sure the big breasted strippers will be happy to loan you some. Zemekis: You will need to wear the bra 24 hours a day for the six weeks. The only time you should be with out a bra is to take one off to put another one right on. You will even wear one in the shower. Also do not shower until about 3 days after the operation. Stan: Wow, I never knew women had to go through all of that. Now when can he have the operation? Zemekis: We'll do the first part on tuesday, then put in the implants on friday. Stan: Great. ----- Stan: And then the doctor went on to do that doctor stuff. Taking pictures of Billy's chest, deciding where he was going to make the incisions, etc. Roberta: And he's still going to go through with it. Stan: You bet. As a matter of fact, let's bring Billy in here now. ------------------- Here I am, about to make my third appearance on the Stan Howard show. I've had so many people that I hadn't heard from in years start calling me after the first 2 appearances to ask if it was me and if I really was going to get the implants. I make my way into the studio, sit down across from Stan and put on the headsets. "So are you getting nervous, Billy?" asked Stan. "A little bit. But I guess that's to be expected." "You're not going to cold feet and bail out on the last minute are you?" replied Stan. "Wouldn't think of it. I really want the million dollars." And I did. That would make life so much better. I could move to a better apartment, heck, I could move out of New York City and down to some caribbean island for that much. "So what has been the reaction from your friends and family so far?" "Well, my family doesn't know yet. They don't listen to your show. As for my friends, some have been supportive saying they would do the same thing for the money, and others have thought I was crazy." "I wouldn't do what you're about to do for a million dollars." "I'm sure that has nothing to do with the fact that you already have over $100,000,000, Stan. If you were as broke as I am, you'd think differently." "That's probably true. Now this coming tuesday, we have the first part of your operation, where he takes all that fat in your stomach and moves it up to your breasts. And then on friday you'll get the actual implants. What is going through your head right now?" "Mainly just trying to figure out what life is going to be like with the implants." "I can't wait to see your first day back here with the implants. You will have everyone in this building dropping by your audio bay wanting to take a look at them." "I have no doubts about that. It'll be much like how all the guys wander past the green room whenever you have strippers coming on the show." I hadn't thought to much about that. Basically, I would be like a sideshow attraction. And everyone wanting to see my breasts, but not really wanting to see me. Guess I'll find out how those strippers feel. "Very true. Except I don't think they're going to be thinking about having sex with you." "Well I hope not since I'm not gay." "Do you have a girlfriend?" "Not at this time, no." "Too bad. I would really liked to have known what she thought about you doing this." "Yeah, that would've complicated things." Boy was that an understatement. Any woman I would've been dating would probably break up with me over this. "I'll say. It's time for another break. Billy, thanks for being here and volunteering for this wonderful experiment, and we will see you on Tuesday." "No problem." And with that, Stan started to play the commercials as I got up and headed out of the studio. Chapter 4 8/18/98 ----------Radio-Broadcast---------- Stan: Welcome back everyone. As mentioned earlier in the show, today is the big day where one of our Audio editors, Billy Freeman, gets the first part of his breast enlargement surgery. Jimmy "The Jokester" Martin is down with Dr. Zemekis who will be performing the surgery, to give us the play by play. Doesn't the studio smell much better without Jimmy here? Fred: Absolutely. None of that horrible B.O. Stan: Ain't that the truth. Now I understand that they are just about ready to start the surgery, so let's talk to Jimmy. Are you there Jimmy? Jimmy: I certainly am Stan. Stan: Are Dr. Zemekis and Billy with you? Jimmy: Billy is already on the operating table, and I am standing beside Dr. Zemekis. Stan: Great. Let me talk to the Doc. Dr. Zemekis, can you hear me? Dr. Z: Yes I can Stan. Stan: I understand that Billy is on the operating table. What have you done to prep him for surgery? Dr. Z: Early this morning, his chest and abdominal area were shaved down so that there would be less chance of infection after the surgery. Stan: Now, I've seen Billy without his shirt on. And he didn't seem to really have on any hair on his chest. Dr. Z: Well he did have some. But it was very light, so that is probably why you really didn't see it. After he was shaved down, I marked where I would be making the incisions on him with a marker. After that, we administered a local anesthetic and brought him into the operating room. Stan: Will he be conscious for the surgery? Dr. Z: Yes he will. He will not be able to feel anything below his neck though as we are operating. Stan: Bummer. I was hoping to have him describe what it was like to feel his chest growing. Dr. Zemekis, can you put Billy on? Dr. Z: Certainly. Billy: Hello Stan. Stan: Nervous Billy? Billy: Hell yeah. Stan: It's not too late to back out. Billy: No way. I'm going through with this. Stan: That's what I want to hear. Please put Jimmy back on. Jimmy: Yes, Stan? Stan: Go ahead and tell Dr. Zemekis to start the operation. Jimmy: Doctor, start your engines!! [A click is heard, followed by the sound of a mechanical hum.] Stan: What is that I am hearing Jimmy? Jimmy: I don't know what the technical name is, but it's the liposuction machine. Doctor Zemekis is now making the incisions on the chest. Stan: Is there a lot of blood? Jimmy: Actually, there is surprisingly little. Doctor Zemekis is now done with the incisions on the chest and is inserting the tubes from the machine. Stan: And what does this tube do? Jimmy: I'm not sure. Let me ask. Dr. Zemekis, what are the purpose of those tubes you just inserted? Dr. Z: These tubes will carry the fat from his gut to his chest once the liposuction procedure is started. Jimmy: Thank you. Doctor Zemekis is now moving down to Billy's belly. And I have to say it's kid of funny to look at Billy with all these markings on him. It almost looks like someone drew a contour map on him. The Doctor is now done with the incision. He is picking up what kind of looks like a magic wand, but there's a tube running from the wand to the machine. He is now inserting the wand into Billy's belly. [Suddenly the machine starts humming even louder.] Stan: I hear that the machine has gotten louder. Has he started with the liposuction? Jimmy: I believe he has. And... I think I'm going to be sick. I can now see the fat flowing through the tube. Stan: Perhaps we should schedule Jimmy for liposuction as well. He looks like he's in his third trimester. Roberta: Excellent idea. Jimmy: I don't see that happening. Now here's something I wasn't expecting. You'd think that they'd be moving that wand in there nice and slow. But that is not the case at all. He is jamming that thing back and forth. It looks really uncomfortable. I'm going to go ask Billy how he feels. How does is it feel Billy? Billy: I can't feel a damn thing. And I can't move at all either. It's almost like being paralyzed. Stan: Has any of the fat started to make it's way to Billy's soon to be breasts? Jimmy: Yes it has Stan. However I don't see any real significant size increase. Stan: Can't imagine why? He's only been going at it for about 30 seconds. Ask the doctor how long all of this is going to take. Jimmy: How long will this whole procedure take? Dr. Z.: About 30 to 45 minutes. Stan: I didn't realize it would take that long. Anyways, I think we got the general idea. I'm going to go on with the show. Jimmy, I'll see you and Billy tomorrow. Jimmy: Will do Stan. -------------------------- Chapter 5 8/19/98 ----------Radio-Broadcast---------- Announcer: You're listening to the Stan Howard Show. And now, here's Stan. Stan: Welcome back. For those of you who were listening around 9 o'clock yesterday, you heard Billy Freeman getting his liposuction-injection, or whatever you call it. Roberta: Lipotransplantation. Stan: Yeah, that thing. Billy had the fat sucked out of his stomach and placed into his chest area, as the first part of his breast implant procedure. So let's bring in Billy. Announcer: Here's the man that'll soon have breasts the size of Dolly Parton's, Billy Freeman!! -------------------------------------- Well, this is it. This is one of the big steps. After yesterday's operation, I am now the proud owner of 2 decent sized breasts. Yesterday felt so odd. Every time I moved, my breasts would bounce all over the place. The day before the operation, the WTYT receptionist, Jenny, had given me a jog-bra as sort of a joke. Well I decided to try it out. It did a good job of restricting the movement, and even helped minimize the size of my breasts. So now as I head on in, I only hope that they don't notice that I'm wearing a bra. I walk in as the Stan Howard Show staff is applauding. I make my way over to the guest seat and put on my headsets. "Well Billy, I see that you're wearing a rather baggy shirt." commented Stan. "Yes I am." "And yet, even with that, I can tell you already have breasts." Well, I guess it didn't do as good of a job of hiding my breasts as I thought. "The shirt is so baggy, that it almost looks like he's substantially overweight." said Roberta from her news booth. "He's only overweight in one section of his body." replied Stan. "O.K. Billy, let's see the doctor's handiwork. Take off your shirt." "Uh....." I was terrified. I didn't want him to know that I was wearing a bra. That would bring on endless amounts of harassment from Stan. "Don't worry, the D-Channel will block out your breasts. We'll be the only ones to see it." I wasn't concerned about the D-Channel. I actually had forgotten all about that until he mentioned it. "Uh... yeah.... um...." I was desperately trying to think of a way to get out of having to take my shirt. "Come on! Take it off!" Resigning myself to the fact that I would not be able to get out of here without taking my shirt, I sighed heavily and responded. "ok." I took off my Rolling Stones shirt and revealed the gray jog-bra underneath. Several people in the studio burst into laughter while others did a couple wolf whistles. "You're wearing a sportsbra?" asked Stan. "Yeah. Jenny, the receptionist, gave it to me. She told me I might need it after the lipotransplantation, to help control the movement." "You're breasts were bouncing around?" "Oh yeah. And it felt so weird too. I'm not used to any movement up there. But the jog-bra does a good job of keeping everything in place." "It also does a good job of creating cleavage." My face turned bright red from that comment. I definitely wasn't prepared to be getting compliments about my chest from other guys. "Gees, thanks." I sheepishly replied. "If you're getting embarrassed by the questions now, just imagine what they'll be like when you get the full set of implants." "I have been thinking about that." Although in my mind, I imagine the comments would be much more of a negative matter. After all, guys with breasts aren't really socially accepted yet. "Take off your bra so we can see what your breasts look like." Again, I hesitated. I was embarrassed about my breasts. After all, what guy has breasts? I kept reminding myself that this was for $1 million. I agreed and pulled off the sportsbra. My breasts bounced around a little bit before settling down.. "Wow. Those are nice. Stand up so we can get a better look at them. What are those? C cups?" I stood up to give everyone in the room a good view of my breasts. I started to answer Stan... "Bring your microphone up so we can hear you." I should've known to do that. But I was so self conscious about all the stares my breasts were getting, that I forgot to raise it up. "Sorry. I'd say they're C cups. Possibly even D." "And look how small his waist is now." said Roberta. "Yeah. It almost looks like a woman's waist now. How much did you lose there?" asked Stan. "Well, I wore a size 36 pants before. And as you can tell, they're really loose. I took a tape measure and measured myself to be a 32 inch waist now." "A four inch difference. So are you going to go on an eating binge to fill out there and have a more male looking waist?" "Actually, no. That would probably not have the effect I desire. The doctor told me that because all of the fat has been sucked out of the stomach area and moved up to the chest, that most of the weight I gain will go to my new breasts and almost none of it will go to my waist." "So your breasts will get bigger as you gain weight?" "From what I understand, yes." So now in addition to having breasts, my breast size could actually increase in size throughout the year if I didn't watch my diet. I normally eat nothing but junk food, but that's going to have to change. "Bobby Bowie, order a bunch of cans of lard. We need to fatten this boy up!" My eyes went wide with fear. I quickly tried to recall if there was anything in the contract that would prevent Stan from causing me to gain weight, and consequently causing my breasts to get bigger. "Relax, I was only kidding. Besides, I wouldn't do anything like that until you've had the implants put in. And that happens this friday, right?" "That is correct" "Nervous?" "Yes." Nervous didn't even begin to describe what I was feeling. Friday was going to be a huge turning point in my life. After Friday, I would become a side show freak. A man with huge breasts. "Well, we're all looking forward to it. Billy, I want to thank you for coming today. Enjoy your C cup breasts while you can. Coming up next, Lucy Lawless will be joining me here in the studio." The show went to commercial break, and as usual, tons of people started moving in and out. I quickly put my sportsbra and shirt back on and then head on out. I made my way to my office. All along the way I was extremely self conscious of my breasts. And I couldn't help but think, if I was this uncomfortable now, with breasts this size, how was I going to feel with breasts that were just gigantic? I sat down in my chair to contemplate everything. Of course, even if I did back out now, before the implants are put in, I would still be stuck with these until I could raise a couple thousand dollars for another liposuction surgery. I was suddenly startled by the sound of someone knocking on my door. I turned around to see Jenny standing there. "Mind if I come in?" "Not at all." Jenny was a very cute brunette. I would've loved to date her, but she had been dating a guy ever since I've started working here. But that relationship suddenly went sour a little over a month ago. I had slowly been working up the courage to ask her out. But I pushed that idea off after agreeing to Stan's bet. Jenny entered my office and closed the door behind her. "So I heard you're wearing my present today." "Yes I am." "Mind if I see how it looks on you?" Great. Just great. I've been hoping to eventually go out with Jenny, and here she is asking to see me wearing a bra. Plus, she'll have a nice view of my breasts. "I don't think so." "Oh please, Billy?" pleaded Jenny, "I won't tell anyone what I see." Damn, she was cute. How could I resist a face like that? "Ok, just for you." I took off my shirt, baring my thin waist, and bra-clad breasts. "That looks nice on you. And Stan was right, that bra does create some very nice cleavage." She moved closer and put her right hand on my left breast and started rubbing it. "You know most guys have too much of a macho male ego to agree to do something like this. I'm glad you're not one of them." She then pulled her hand away from my breast, and just as i was beginning to enjoy it too. "Well I have to get back to work. See you later, Billy." And with that she turned around and left my office. I just stood there, trying to make sense of what happened. She didn't seemed to mind the fact that I had breasts. But would she still think that after the operation on Friday? Chapter 6 8/21/98 Around 9 a.m., I check into Dr. Zemeckis' office. Luckily the crew from the Stan Howard show won't be here to broadcast any of the surgery as it is not scheduled to take place until 1 p.m. or so. Surprisingly, I am actually somehat calm about the whole thing. I know that I shouldn't be. Yet I am. Maybe I've finally had enough time to come to terms with what is about to happen. "Greetings Billy! How are you today?" says Dr. Zemeckis' as he shakes my hand. "Not too bad" I reply. "So today's the big day. I see you brought your overnite bag with you. Do you have the bras in there?" "Yes I do." "Good. Hate to go through the surgery and then realize you don't have any bras with you, causing your implants to sag down into your stomach. Now if you'll follow me to the examining room. My nurse needs to go through a bunch of minoor proceedures before your surgery." I follow the doctor down the hall until he points me to small room with an examination table and other equipment. "Now, if you'll strip and change into the gown, my nurse will be with you shortly. I'll be back later on to go through the final steps." With that, Dr. Zemeckis turns and exits the room, closing the door behind him. I set my bag on a chair and hop up on the table to take off my shoes and socks. I strip down, saving to sportsbra. I turn to face the full legnth mirror. I was still trying to get used to my new look. The narrower waist and of course the breasts and cleavage on my chest. With the exception of the penis, I would be very attracted to any woman with a body like this. I pull the sportsbra up over my head and then just stare at my naked breasts. I start to fondle my breasts a little bit. It's really kinda stupid that I do this. Unlike a woman's breast, I really don't experience any pleasure from having my breasts stroked. In actuality, my breasts are now a little number than before the first operation. I suppose some of that could be because I haven't fully recovered from it. As I rub my chest, I can feel that they are further out than they were a week before, and that alone is a bit of an odd, yet exciting, experience. Plus, like any normal hetero sexual guy, I enjoy the feeling of rubbing a breast with my hands. I force myself to stop and put on the gown. A few minutes later Nurse Rafters walks on in. Nurse Rafters, or Amy as she likes to be called, is probably in her mid to late thirties. She looks pretty good for her age. While not a supermodel or anything, I would be quite happy if I had a wife that looked that good at her age. She no doubt has taken some advantage of her employee discount, if you know what I mean. "So you're going to go through with it, huh?" she says. "Yup." I reply. "You know, there has got to be a btter way to get a million dollars. I'm a woman,, and I wouldn't even go through with what you're about to do. But to each his own. Anyways, were going to go through the same proceedure as last time. Please hop up on the examining table." For the next hour or so, I go through a series of proceedures. Blood pressure, blood samples, weight, before pictures, measurements, you name it. After all that, Nurse Rafter tells me to have a seat and that the doctor will be in to see me in a few minutes. As I sit there waiting, the realization of what I'm about to do hits me again. My mind starts racing. I realize the consequences of what I'm about to do. I wonder if I'm prepared to handle it. I start going through the pro's and con's of my actions. Not surprisingly, the con's greatly outnumber the pro's. The only pro is the million dollars. But that's enough for me to try to continue on. As I start to compose myself, Dr. Zemeckis walks in. "Hello again Billy. If you'll please remove the gown and lie down on the examining table." I do as he asks. He puts on the latex gloves and walks over me. He starts to feel my breasts. "Have you been experiencing any pains in your breasts?" I shake my head no. "How you felt any hardness, or lumps?" Again, I shake my head no. "All right, looks like everything is fine. The incisions from the lipotransplantation have healed up nicely. Now we are going to have to put you completely under this time. The anesthetic will probably wear off sometime in the middle fo the night. We will have a nurse standing by tongiht, and when you wake up, she will probably give you a sedative to help ease the pain and to help you fall back to sleep. Now at this time, I'm going to start marking where the incisions are going to be on your chest." The doctor then proceeded to study my chest making marks on it with a wax pencil. After about another hour or so, I put the gown back on and he leads me down to the room I'll be staying at. It's a little bit nicer than a hospital room. But not by much. I still have a while before the operation, so I lie in bed and watch TV. And what show do I happen turn? Baywatch. As I watch all the scantidly clad women with their big breasts, I realize that I'm probably going to have to give up swimming. Or at least by a women's swimsuit. Actually for that matter, I may have to quit going to the gym all together. I only go once or twice a week as it is, but I can only imagine the commotion I would cause both in the workout room and in the lockerroom. Finally after what seems like an eternity, Dr. Zemeckis and Nurse Rafter come in. "Well, this is it." says Dr. Zemeckis, "The sdative will put you out within a few minutes, so before I enject it, if you want to bail out, speak now or forever hold your peace." "Let's go ahead and get this over with." I reply. Dr. Zemeckis gives me a shot of the sedative. Afterwards both he and Nurse Rafter start wheeling by bed out the door way to the operating room. I never did get to see the operating room as I passed out shortly after leaving the room. Chapter 7 8/22/98 I remember having some very odd dreams. Dreams of giant breasts, being tied to a table, being crushed by a car and other heavy objects, being naked in the city as people laugh at me. Finally I awoke. I knew something wasn't right as soon as I woke up. I was very disoriented and didn't even know where I was. I opened my eyes and moved my head to look for a clock or some sign as to where I was. As I did that, I noticed that I was still feeling a weight on my chest. I looked down to see what it was, only to have my vision blocked by something covered with a sheet. I pulled awat the sheet. Suddenly it all came back to me, as right there in front of me were two of the largest breasts I ever seen. I let out a short scream as I saw them. The nurse outside must've heard me because she came rushing in. "Mr. Freeman! Are you all right?" She asked. "Yeah. Sorry. These just caught me by surprise." I said as I looked at my breasts. I was already wearing a bra. And I still couldn't believe how big they were, "How big are they?" "Right now, your bra size is 40K." "K? K?! I've got K cup sized breasts!?" This was a bit more that I was expecting. I know that we agreed upon the largest size possible, but I thought we were talking about a G cup at the most. "Well part of that is from the post operative swelling. The size will decrease a bit after a few weeks." "How much will it decrease?!" I ask with a rather concerned tone. "It's hard to say, especially with the size of the implants, but usually it's no more than a cup size." Great. So even if I lose a full cup size when the swelling goes down, I'll still be a J cup. I can't believe what I just got myself into. It almost looks like he implanted to soccer balls in my chest. I try to sit up to get a better look, but between the added weight and the pain of when I try to move, I quickly stop. "You need to rest some more. I'm going to give you another shot of the sedative to help ease the pain and to put you back to sleep." I start to protest and she injects the needle into me. A few short moments later, I'm unconcious once again. I had more of the strange dreams. When I awoke, the sun was shining through the window. One look down confirmed for me that this was not a dream. My breasts looked every bit as big as they had the night before. After just staring at them for a while, Dr. Zemeckis came in. "Ah, glad to see that you're awake. How are you feeling Billy?" I tried to sit up so I could actually look at him, but again when I tried, I was hit with the heaviness of the breasts and a pain. "Easy there Billy. You've got a lot of extra weight up there. You're going to have to get used to moving around with them. Also your breasts are going to be very sore over the next few weeks. Due to the size of the implants they're going to take a while to heal. We're going to confine you to your bed for today. If things are better tomorrow, we'll go ahead and discharge you. Now let's take a look at them shall we?" He pulled back the sheet and then unhooked the bra. Luckily it was one of the front hook bras. My breasts were all red and puffy. "Well they don't look too bad. The swelling should dissipate after a week or so." He started feeling my breasts, causing me to grimace in pain. "And like I said the soreness will also slowly go away." "Why did you make them so big?" I asked. "I only did what the contract specified. The largest size that I felt was safe. I was actually debating whether or not to go up another two cup sizes or not. But I wasn't sure how much more your skin could've stretched. I think I could've gotten away with it, but it would've been really painful. Nurse Rafter will be in later on to rub some lotion on your breasts and to show you how to take care of them later on. The lotion is to help the skin which has been stretched out." "So, how long before I can get up and start moving about?" "I'd say tomorrow at the earliest. A lot of it will depend on how much the swelling goes down and how the incisions are healing. Until then, just sit back and relax. Now if you excuse me, I have other things I need to do. If you need anything just press the button there at the side of your bed." He then got up and exited the room. For the rest of the day, I lied there in bed. Rather uncomfortably. The pressing wieght of my breasts made breathing a little more difficult, and was also a bit uncomfortable. I tried to watch some tv, but quickly dismissed that idea. Since I was unable to sit up, I was unable to see over my breasts. I could only see about the top thrid of the screen. I eventually just turned it to VH1 to listen to the music. I started going stir crazy after what seemed like an eternity. There's only so long one can stare at a ceiling. I tried rubbing my breasts, but the pain I felt from their sensitivity quickly dissuaded me. Finally, Nurse Rafter came in. "So those are the million dollar breasts. Well it looks like somebody got their money's worth. Those are the biggest breasts that I've ever seen." "Jealous?" I replied coyly. "Hardly. My D cups are big enough for me. And sometimes I think I would like them smaller. You'll find out what a pain large breasts are. Now this... " she said as she pulled about a bottle of lotion, "is a type of skin moisturizer. It'll help the skin on your breasts. You're going to have to apply at least twice a day over the next few weeks. Once the skin loosens up a bit, you can stop using it. I'll go ahead and put it on for you today, since you're still in some discomfort." She pulled back the sheet and again took off my bra. She squirted a little bit of the lotion into her hand and then started to rub it into my breasts. Unlike before, where any bit of contact to my breasts was painful, this was actually enjoyable. I was even getting aroused. Luckily she was sitting on the edge of the bed facing me, so she didn't notice my erection behind her. "After breast enlargement surgery," she continued, "half of the women report a substantioal increase in the sensitivity of their breasts. The other half report a substantial decrease. Make sure you get the lotion on all parts of your breasts. Your breasts will be, how shall we say, perky, over the next few weeks. Meaning that they will stick almost straight out. But as you're skin and body adapt to the breasts, they'll take on a more natural look. Of course, I don't think anybody is going to believe that a guy got breasts this size naturally." And so it begins. The snide remarks about me being a guy with breasts. Only 364 days to go. "Make sure you kep your breasts clean. Especially around the incissions. And you are going to have to wear a bra 24 hours a day over the next 6 weeks. Of you'll probably have to wear a bra all the time anyway with breasts this big. Also, you'll find that you don't have much choice in this, but you have to sleep on your back for at least the next six weeks. But again, with breasts this big, I think you'll find that sleeping on your stomach is pretty much impossible." Of all the things that I thought about that were going to have to change after the operation, sleeping wasn't one of them. I used to sleep on my stomach regularly. Guess I'm not going to be able to now. She finished spreading the lotion on my breasts and then went on her way. The rest of the day was pretty boring as I continued to listen to the tv and stare at the ceiling. However it was rather embarrasing that since I couldn't stand up, I had to use a bedpan to go to the bathroom. How humiliating. That alone makes me want to get out of here tomorrow. To Be Continued....