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Simon and Linda receive a gift from Mistress Melissa. A most precious gift, indeed. "Tweak" By: Simonne Danielle © 2008 - 2010 All Rights Reserved Chapter Eight - A Win-Win-Win Cummy Conclusion Simon crawled over the sleeping bodies of his beloved Mistress Melissa and his precious Miss Linda to answer the phone before it woke them. His new nightgown was a silken tangled mess. He checked the caller ID and then the clock. It was Doctor Busty calling and he was three hours late for work. "Good morning, Doctor Busty," he said hesitantly and hoping he wasn't in too much trouble. "I'm so sorry I'm late. I must have overslept." "Don't you worry that pretty little head, my darling sissy Simonne," she cooed pleasantly into his ear. "You're not angry, doctor?" he asked. "Angry? I should say not," was her surprising reply. "I don't understand," he questioned. "Darling," she informed him, "my phone has been ringing off the hook all morning. That was some performance you put on at the club last night." "You heard!" he squealed. His face turned bright red from embarrassment as he vividly recalled all the events of the previous night. "Indeed I have heard! The whole town has heard, you darling sissy. Now, down to business. You needn't rush, but I'd like you to come in as soon as possible. Our first procedure isn't 'til three. Monica from the club. I believe you know her. After the way you demonstrated your new, err ... vibrator, she couldn't wait. She insisted on coming in today. Be here by three," she suggested. "Be sure your uniform is pressed and your sissy pussy is well lubed, darling," she giggled. "Yes doctor," he agreed. In fact, he was quite anxious to see Monica and to watch as the good doctor performed her procedure. He undressed as quietly as he could and slipped into a steamy bubble bath. By the time he had emerged from his bath both Miss Linda and Mistress Melissa were awake. "Don't you have to be at work, Miss Linda?" he questioned while Melissa was in the bathroom. "Mistress Melissa instructed me to take some time off. I've built up quite a lot of vacation time. While you're at the clinic she wants to help me find my true self." "Your true self. What's that supposed to mean?" "I don't know exactly," Linda replied. "But I can't wait to find out. Don't you love what she's done for us so far?" As bizarre and humiliating as his 'tweak training' had been over the past few days, he really couldn't argue. The improved relationship he and Miss Linda now enjoyed was solely a result of their total capitulation to the increasingly severe demands of their Mistress Melissa. Linda was laying in bed with her brand new full-length satin nightgown hiked to her waist and her legs splayed invitingly. She was casually fingering her pussy, tweaking her own nipples, and eyeing him wantonly. Simon got the message loud and clear. He crawled onto the bed between her legs and began lapping at her slit. It was ambrosia. After bringing his precious Miss Linda to no less than three glorious cums and as he lay cuddled in her comforting arms he told her of Doctor Busty's instructions. "Well then, you'd better get yourself together, missy. Don't want to be late on your first day," she giggled. "And save some of this for us," she added as she fingered his ass and stroked his sissy cock. He quickly donned his lingerie, stockings, stilettos, and sheer work uniform. Miss Linda thoughtfully did his make-up and tidied up his hair. After receiving Mistress Melissa's approval he left for the clinic. As he slid behind the wheel of his Ferrari he realized he'd never driven in high heels. 'Oh well,' he thought, 'have to learn sometime.' Still, he was more than a little self-conscious when he saw the way his short uniform rode high enough on his slender thighs to reveal not only his stocking tops and garters but his panties as well. With the top down anyone could peer directly into the cockpit and observe his shameless display. 'Hah!' he laughed to himself. 'Cockpit! Now that's funny!' It certainly was a cockpit. His own sissy cock was still raging with desire and severely tenting his uniform. Despite all his sexual gymnastics the night before he couldn't resist an occasional tweak of his nipples while maneuvering the powerful beast through mid-day traffic. Thank god the Ferrari had electronic shifting. At least he didn't have to contend with a clutch! The throaty rumble of the Ferrari's engine was sending incessant vibrations deep into his sissy pussy. It made concentrating on driving in sky-high heels all the more demanding. After lord knows how many honks, hoots, and wolf-whistles -- and lots of lewd offers -- he finally arrived at the clinic. He minced into the clinic precisely at three. Monica was waiting patiently in the reception area and greeted him with a wet tonguey kiss and a gentle tweak of his nipples. His knees went weak. Doctor Busty came out and greeted them both. She tweaked his nipples and held her hand on his sissy cock to satisfy herself that all was still in good working order. "If my procedure can withstand the assaults of last night, it can withstand anything," she giggled. That elicited a hearty laugh from Monica. Doctor Busty prepped Monica and laid her out on the operating table. She was naked and her clit lay flaccid between her legs. "This should go much more quickly than your procedure, sissy Simonne. Monica already has implants. All we need to do is implant new and extended nipples and connect those nerves to the nerve endings in her clit," the doctor lectured. "Umm, Doctor?" Monica started to ask. "Yes dear?" "Could you -- I mean -- do you think it's possible to make my pussy do the same thing?" "What a novel idea!" Doctor Busty exclaimed. "I've never attempted that procedure before. It's NEVER been tried. But, I don't see why not. We could simply extend the connection through your perineum to the several nerve endings surrounding your tranny pussy. The results should be the same. You might have a bit of difficulty sitting for a day or two, however," she giggled. An hour later Monica, her incisions cauterized, was wired for action. Her inch long nipples stood out like traffic cones on a highway. After Simon had cleared away the instruments, Doctor Busty asked, "Would you like to do the honors, sissy Simonne?" Simon was honored. He ever-so-gently took Monica's right nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He squeezed with only the lightest pressure as he and the good doctor watched Monica's clit twitch imperceptibly. The doctor had one finger laid gently across Monica's clit and smiled happily as she felt it tingle and begin to extend before her very eyes. Monica moaned. "Try a bit more pressure, sissy Simonne," the doctor ordered. He did as instructed. Monica moaned even louder and began writhing on the table as Simon kept a constant tweak. He placed his free hand on Monica's clit alongside Doctor Busty's and held his middle finger gently against her pussy. He smiled at Doctor Busty and she smiled back. Monica was practically delirious at this point and they both knew the procedure and gone off flawlessly. "Oh doctor! Thank you! Thank you so much," Monica exclaimed. "I've never felt so alive!" She was tweaking her own nipple and gripping her clit. When she reached for her pussy Doctor Busty admonished her, "Be gentle, Monica. I'll want you to douche several times a day and maintain a liquid diet for the next two weeks. Your incisions have been well- cauterized so infection shouldn't be a problem." "Yes, Doctor Busty," Monica agreed. "I already douche several times a day. Any tranny worth her salt does that. By the way, do big loads of cum count towards a liquid diet?" she giggled. "Of course they do. And, as an added bonus, lots of fresh cum will provide you with necessary protein. Feel free to take a test drive with your new wiring," she suggested and looked directly at Simon. "I'm sure sissy Simonne will be more than happy to accommodate." Simon wasted no time raising his uniform and lowering his panties. He bent over the operating table and looked back over his shoulder seductively. Monica stepped up behind him and gently probed his well- lubed sissy pussy with the tip of her clit. It was already vibrating expectantly. She was tweaking both her nipples in eager anticipation. Her vibrating clit slipped effortlessly into Simon's sissy pussy. He began moaning wantonly and thrusting his ass backwards to meet Monica's urgent thrusts. Despite the fact that the anesthetic hadn't worn off completely the excitement of the moment caused her to unload a gusher of monumental proportions into Simon's bowels. She continued to tweak her nipples and, to her amazement, her clit remained rock hard. While she pumped Simon relentlessly for another fifteen minutes, Doctor Busty plowed Monica's tranny pussy with her own vibrating clit until she and the good doctor achieved simultaneous mutually satisfying cums. As always Simon was denied the relief he so desperately craved. A very happy and content Monica paid her bill and left the office. Doctor Busty hugged Simon and told him his assistance had been invaluable. She was thrilled to have him as a member of her staff. "If there's anything I can ever do for you, my darling sissy Simonne, all you have to do is ask," she offered. "Well Doctor," Simon said with as sheepish grin on his face, "there is one thing." "Anything," the good doctor assured him. "Anything at all." As Simon drove home his sissy pussy was a little sore. But, as he covertly tweaked his nipples, he was thoroughly enjoying the lovely twitching in both his sissy cock and his sissy pussy. He couldn't wait 'til his beloved Mistress Melissa rammed him with her nine-inch tranny clit. Or until his precious Miss Linda probed his sissy pussy with her tongue. Wouldn't they be in for a surprise! When Simon got home the house was dark. Melissa and Linda had already left for the club. He didn't realize how late it was when he left the clinic. No matter, he'd just bathe and change into something really cute and drive himself over. He'd gone there by himself dozens of times. Just never in a sissy dress and in six-inch heels. Funny thing, speaking of heels, in just a few days he'd become so accustomed to wearing heels he felt out of sorts without them. He took his time. He luxuriated in a sweetly scented bath, lotioned his silky smooth body, and powdered. Out of habit, he douched himself three times. He donned his embarrassingly small satin training bra, garter belt, hot-pink ruffled panties, pink silk stockings, and his now very comfy six-inch stilettos. He sat at Linda's vanity and painstakingly re-did his make-up like Linda had done earlier in the morning. When he looked in the mirror he was both proud and amazed at how his skills had improved in such a short time. The vision he saw gazing back convinced him that this was truly his destiny. He spent forty-five minutes perusing the several outfits Mistress Melissa had brought with her that very first day she dressed him. It was a close call but he finally decided the French maid costume would make the statement he wanted to make. The black satin dress contrasted perfectly with his hot pink petticoat and panties. He even managed to center the stiff lacey cap atop his platinum sausage curls and tie his apron with a fluffy bow. As a final act of self-imposed submission he wrapped a hot-pink leather collar around his throat and locked it securely. He smiled into the mirror as he attached the matching leash. He used a Q-Tip to dab a generous dollop of spicy-hot lube directly into his wrinkled pink starfish. He was beginning to enjoy the fire in the hole. He also enjoyed the cool air wafting through the heart shaped opening in his panties and against his sissy pussy -- just as it did against his sissy cock which he'd left poking through the ruffled heart in the front. He generously spritzed himself with Miss Linda's favorite perfume, grabbed his sissy purse, and minced out to his Ferrari to the melodic tinkle of his string of tiny bells. Twenty minutes later he pulled into the club's parking lot. There was the usual line-around-the-block waiting to be admitted. As he approached, the crowd parted like the Red Sea to let him pass through. Amazing how, in just a few nights, he had become something of a celebrity. No wonder, after all the shenanigans he had been up to. "Nice of you to join us, sissy Simonne," Melissa cooed. "And don't you look simply yummy." Simon smiled. His beloved Mistress was pleased with the outfit he had selected all by himself. "Thank you Mistress Melissa," he replied while daintily plucking the short hem of his maid's uniform and dipping into a perfect curtsy. "I'm sorry I'm late but Doctor Busty kept me at the clinic. We completed Monica's nipple and clitty procedure, plus an innovative new procedure she requested. Doctor agreed to perform the same procedure for me," he hinted somewhat sheepishly. He couldn't wait to tell Melissa what he'd asked the doctor to do. "A procedure for you?" Melissa questioned and clearly showing her initial displeasure that Simon would have had the temerity to do something without her express permission. Simon swallowed hard, fearing he might incur his Mistress' wrath. Nevertheless, he excitedly related the good news. How Doctor Busty had wired up his sissy pussy and how marvelous it felt when his nipples were tweaked. He added that he was sure she'd love to feel how his sissy pussy vibrated just like his sissy cock. He teasingly lifted his dress and petticoat and turned his back. Melissa place her fingers gently through his ruffled heart and onto the tender opening of his sissy pussy. She reached around, tweaked one of his nipples and immediately felt his sissy pussy begin to vibrate. She moved her hand to his sissy cock and felt the same intense vibrations emanating from there as well. Mistress Melissa was very pleased. "Oh my sweet sissy Simonne," she squealed, "what a lovely and thoughtful surprise! It's a gift I will truly enjoy. A gift we'll all enjoy! I'm so pleased. And so very happy and proud. Now come with me. I have a gift for you. One I just know will make you happy." Miss Linda walked over and joined Melissa and Simon. "Sissy Simonne," she exclaimed, "you look adorable! The perfect maidservant I've been imagining you to be. I think I should imprison you in this outfit permanently!" Her tone was haughty -- dominant -- imperious! And why not ...! At Mistress Melissa's insistence Linda was attired in the very black leather bustier which Melissa herself had worn when she introduced Simon to his new sissy status. The same bustier with its eight dangling garters and which seductively displayed her nipples on its shelf bra, the same opera length fully fashioned seamed black nylons, and the same seven-inch black patent leather stilettos. For modesty's sake Melissa had added a pair of the purest black silk bikini panties -- crotchless bikini panties. Linda wore her collar and leash, in black, which announced to the world that she was still Mistress Melissa's indentured servant. Simon was aghast at the dominant persona his girlfriend presented. The imperious manner in which she carried herself caused Simon to quiver at the thought of what she might have in store for him. Linda deftly ran her hands along his silk stockings and under his skirts. When she reached his exposed sissy cock she gripped it firmly and tweaked his left nipple. She simply couldn't get enough of those good vibrations. "Perfect timing, Miss Linda. You'll want to join sissy Simonne and me. I have a gift for both of you." As they walked to Melissa's private office she had Simon explain his latest procedure to Linda. Melissa locked the door as they entered. Linda couldn't wait to probe Simon's sissy pussy with her fingers. Oh how she wanted to probe him with her tongue. But she knew she'd have to wait for Mistress Melissa's permission. Linda and Simon stood before her, submissively waiting to see just what sort of 'gift' Melissa had for them. Melissa strode imperiously across her office. With an air of proprietary ownership she reached under Simon's skirts and took his sissy cock in hand. Simon scrunched his satin dress and petticoat to his waist -- mostly to allow his beloved Mistress easier access -- but also so he would be able to see just what it was she was up to. He was shocked when he viewed his seven inches of sissy cock. It was purplish red and looked very angry. Mistress Melissa ran her silken hand up and down his shaft for several excruciatingly long seconds while his precious Miss Linda looked on. Even Linda was forced to admit to feeling a pang of guilt at the impossible frustration Simon was enduring. "How long has it been since you've had any relief sissy Simonne?" she asked rhetorically as she continued to torment him with one hand and teasingly circle a finger of her free hand around the golden cock ring imprisoning him. Each stroke brought forth an airy tinkling sound from the string of bells suspended from the golden ring. Simon hung his head in embarrassment and utter humiliation. "I've lost track Mistress Melissa. I know it's been days but, in truth, it seems like years!" he managed to squeak out as he stood stoically shivering in his stilettos. Melissa reached for the golden chain she wore around her neck and unclasped it. It was the chain which held the key to Simon's implement of torture. She teasingly dangled the chain before Simon's eyes. He licked his dry lips with breathless anticipation. Could it be ...? Did Mistress Melissa intend to ...? In a gesture which brought shocked gasps from both Simon and his precious Miss Linda, Mistress Melissa grasped Linda's hand and laid the chain with its attached golden key into her outstretched palm. Then to their further astonishment ... "This key -- and all that it represents -- is now yours Miss Linda. I trust you will use it as it is intended -- but wisely. It is a great responsibility," she cautioned as she continued to stroke Simon to utter distraction. "Of course I have a duplicate. But feel free to release sissy Simonne whenever you desire. The only stipulation I must insist on is that he be restrained and at full erection each time you bring him to the club. And, of course, when he is assisting in Doctor Busty's clinic. I simply adore him in this state. As do all my dearest friends here. Besides, no one wants to see a sissy such as sissy Simonne in a flaccid condition. You do agree, don't you?" Linda was flabbergasted. Never in her wildest expectations did she anticipate this turn of events. "Mistress Melissa," she managed to stammer, "I don't know what to say. This is truly an honor. Of course I accept your gift and the responsibilities that come with it." Melissa handed over Simon's sissy cock to Linda. Linda continued stroking it teasingly just as Melissa had been doing. She smiled at Simon and dangled the golden key in his face. Before unlocking the golden ring imprisoning Simon she looked lovingly into Melissa's eyes. "Please Mistress Melissa," she said pleadingly, "I want YOU to have the pleasure of sissy Simonne's first offering in lord knows how long." She held the key at the lock and pointed Simon in her direction. "Tut-tut, my darling Miss Linda," Melissa said authoritatively, though with much compassion, "you have earned that pleasure. And your lovely sissy Simonne has earned the honor of depositing his very first explosion into whichever of your delightful openings you choose. I fear, if you don't get on with it, these lovely dark-blue nuggets will surely explode," she laughed as she hefted his painfully swollen sac. Simon stood still, quivering in his heels, as the two mistresses to whom he was most devoted argued over which of them should have the pleasure of his first gush of sissy love juice. He dared not utter a sound for fear they might change their minds and leave him helplessly frustrated. "But Mistress," Linda wailed, "I so want you to have the honor!" "Fret not my dear," Melissa said laughingly, "after being denied for so very long, there will be more than enough for our hapless sissy to flood all the receptacles the two of us have to offer. Your only decision is which of your three lovely openings you choose for his first. It will surely come quickly and be of monumental proportions! Choose wisely." Melissa laughed knowingly. Linda giggled like a kid in a candy store. Even sissy Simonne was forced to titter nervously. Linda squatted on her haunches and began lapping all along the length of Simon's raging shaft. She kept at it for several minutes while Melissa looked on. Simon's knees turned to jelly as he quivered and shuddered involuntarily. He wondered which of Linda's three receptacles his sissy cock would find itself buried in. Linda gently took each of his massive and dark-blue nuggets into her mouth. The heat from her mouth had them nearly at the boiling point. She grasped his sissy cock firmly and led him to the butter-soft leather couch. She extracted a tube of Doctor Busty's custom lubricant from her purse and squeezed a generous dollop onto her fingers. "In my ass, sissy Simonne!" she commanded with more authority in her voice than Simon had ever heard. "I want it in my ass! I want your sissy cock buried deep in my ass until you flood me to overflowing!" In one fluid motion she jammed her fingers inside her backdoor pussy and immediately began to feel the temperature rising. She grabbed Simon's sissy cock with her slimy hand and quickly jammed the key into the golden lock. His cock ring sprang open. His sissy cock was on fire and began to drool. She bent over the arm of the couch, reached back and wantonly spread her cheeks. "Hurry sissy Simonne hurry! Don't you dare keep me waiting any longer!" she screamed. Simon didn't need any further encouragement. As a proud Mistress Melissa looked on he drove his seven-inch sissy cock deep into his precious Miss Linda's ass until he felt his aching and heavily laden nuggets slap against her cheeks. He winced from the pain. He was tweaking and pinching his nipples with far greater force than Mistress Melissa ever had. His sissy cock -- even his sissy pussy -- vibrated like a Formula One race car crossing the finishing line at the Indy 500! Linda grunted a most unladylike grunt as she endured the forceful but most welcome invasion. Simon squealed in utter bliss when after only three violent thrusts he felt the release he'd been so desperate for during the past several days. Time stood still. But his sissy cock continued to spasm and pump the contents of his nugget sac deep into his precious Miss Linda's nether pussy. It continued to spasm and pump -- five -- ten -- fifteen -- glorious times! Had he lost count? He wasn't even counting! It was a flood of monumental proportions -- just as Mistress Melissa had predicted. He could feel his sissy juice running freely down his legs - - and Miss Linda's -- thoroughly saturating the pink silk stockings he now wore with pride. He continued tweaking his nipples. To his amazement his sissy cock remained as rigid as re-bar. He began plowing her perfect bubble-shaped butt with even greater enthusiasm. He could feel the roiling in his nuggets and was determined to fill his precious Miss Linda's nether pussy once again. "Stop!" Linda cried out as she looked back over her shoulder. "Take it out! I want it in my pussy -- my real pussy this time! Hurry sissy Simonne. Make your new Mistress happy. Make me deliriously happy!" Simon backed away and lowered his aim. With the precision of a surface to air missile he scored a direct hit in the center of her love nest. Without breaking stride he pumped her pussy with long and purposeful strokes. Each one scraping deliciously against Linda's inflamed clit. He increased her delirium ten-fold when he jammed three fingers deep into her ass. The feeling of his own fingers slithering against his sissy cock through the thin membrane which separated Linda's pussy from her ass spurred him on to greater heights. This time he held out a little longer -- perhaps eight or ten strokes -- before unleashing a gusher equal to the one still leaking from her ass. His nuggets were still a lovely shade of blue but the pain caused by the denial of the past few days was lessening. His sissy cock was still in maximum vibration mode and remained at full erection. He refused to stop tweaking his nipples. Without any further thrusts -- with only the incessant vibrations of his sissy cock -- Simon brought Miss Linda to heaven and back three more glorious times. But Linda was still not satisfied. She rolled off the couch and settled on her knees in front of Simon. Mistress Melissa had never seen an erotic display of such magnitude. Her mouth was agape in wonder as she watched Miss Linda greedily take sissy Simonne between her lips and then deep into her throat. Simon simply stood before her and continued tweaking his enraged nipples. He was on a roll and feeling more in control than he'd ever felt in his young life. This time -- his third in as many minutes -- he held out for five full minutes while Linda bobbed relentlessly on his sissy cock. When he finally boiled over and gushed his sissy juice into Linda's mouth he just had to giggle. The sight of his precious Miss Linda's cheeks suddenly bulging out like a rapidly inflated balloon was downright comical. With her lips now on fire from Doctor Busty's lube, they weren't strong enough to contain the on-rush. The sight of his sissy juice spewing from her lips in every direction -- and then from her nostrils -- caused even Mistress Melissa to break into hysterical giggles. Even as she coughed and gagged from the violent onslaught Linda looked up and managed a weak smile. She released Simon's sissy cock from between her lips and smeared the still drooling tip all over her face and neck. Then she graciously offered the human vibrator to their beloved Mistress Melissa. Melissa wasted no time. Her prot?g?'s unparalleled performance had her in such a state. She dropped to her knees -- a completely foreign position for someone of her stature -- and submissively took her sissy Simonne deep into her throat. She reached up and slapped Simon's hands away from his nipples if for no other reason than to prove she was still in control. Like a repairman fine-tuning a television set, she would control the tweaks which made Simon's sissy cock twitch and throb. She bobbed on his sissy cock -- five, ten, fifteen minutes of exquisite vibrating pleasure -- and marveled at his stamina. When he finally delivered even she wasn't prepared for the quantity of sissy juice which poured relentlessly into her hungry mouth. And, like Miss Linda, her cheeks could not contain the flood. She also coughed and gagged as Simon's spendings spewed forth in all directions from her lips and nostrils. Linda watched in awe as she sat cross-legged on the floor. She was urgently probing her pussy with one hand and gazing at the golden cock ring she held in the other. She marveled at the stamina of her sissy boyfriend -- her boyfriend who just a few days ago could only last a mere three minutes before dribbling an embarrassingly miniscule quantity of man-cum into her unsatisfied pussy. If he was capable of a performance like this after only a few days of denial, what would he be like if she kept him confined in his golden cock ring for a month! After experiencing what he was truly capable of as her sissy Simonne, could she even dare to keep him confined for a month? Could she deny herself for that long? It was a conundrum of epoch proportions. Simon was still rock hard and drooling incessantly as Melissa led him by his sissy cock to the couch. He knelt before the entrance to her tranny pussy as she lay on her back and flung her legs over his shoulders. She signaled sissy Simonne to impale her by reaching up and tweaking his nipples so forcefully that Simon thought she would surely rip them off. His vibrations and violent twitches felt as if a jackhammer was invading her. And hammer her he did. For a full thirty minutes Simon pounded her tranny pussy as it had never been pounded before. And with each urgent plunge her prostate was teased and tickled and caressed in a way which had her clit exploding its own gooey juice all over her belly -- three times in succession! Linda was on her knees by Melissa's side. She lapped up several mouthfuls of the juices puddled on Melissa's tummy and happily transferred the yummy goo from her mouth to her ecstatic Mistress. Simon was still pounding Melissa and had delivered two more gushing spurts of goo against the sensitive walls of her bowels. The expensive buttery-soft Italian leather couch was sure to be ruined once he extracted his sissy cock. He could hear the faint sound of his sissy juices roiling inside his beloved Mistress Melissa -- even above her screams of unbridled satisfaction. Finally, utterly exhausted, Mistress Melissa released Simon's nipples. As his sissy cock slowly deflated and slipped gently from Melissa's pussy his precious Miss Linda took him in her mouth and laved him clean. She was half hoping it would stand tall for at least one more luscious mouthful. It was not to be. She cupped his nugget sac and was relieved that Simon didn't wince in pain and happy to see it had returned to its normal pinkish hue. She giggled to herself that at least now she knew just the shade of blue they needed to be for him to perform at such a world class level in the future. As a final reward for the magnificent performance Simon had given to the two of them, Melissa produced the syringes Doctor Busty had provided and injected enough silicone to increase the size of his titties to a large a-cup -- actually closer to a 'b'. Simon was beside himself with joy. He glanced at the leather case which the good doctor had provided and was pleased that there were several more syringes filled with enough silicone to bring him to the full c-cup Doctor Busty had promised. To achieve that high status all he had to do was continue being all the sissy he could be -- a goal he was now one hundred percent committed to achieving. The three lovers -- Linda and Simon still proud to call Melissa their Mistress -- crawled into the couch which doubled as a fold out king-size bed and fell instantly into a deep and well-deserved sleep. Each was secure in the knowledge that their lives had been unalterably re- directed and that the joys they had experienced during this night of unparalleled passion would be repeated time and time again. Simon, as he lay in bed gently tweaking his nipples, wondered just who Mistress Melissa would select as her next 'project'. FIN © Simonne Danielle As always, your comments are welcomed and appreciated. 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