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My Wife the Doctor I won't tell you my last name, since my wife, Sue, (not her real name either) is rapidly reaching prominence as a plastic surgeon here in Southern California. I am an electrical contractor and own my own business installing phone systems, computer networks and cabling, alarms, and related type low power wiring. We met while attending UC San Diego, and married shortly after she completed her residency. Like most transvestites, I first felt an attraction for the trappings of the fairer sex long before I knew what 'sex' was. My three sisters, two older and one younger, provided a veritable cornucopia of feminine finery that I indulged myself with from the age of 5 or 6. I think the older ones might have known, or at least suspected, but for the most part I kept it under control and they never called me on it. They took their best stuff with them when they went off to college, but even their 'seconds' were great, and the dressing during my teens was pretty entertaining. Once I went away to college, the heavy class loads and total lack of privacy resulted in some pretty dry years. I first saw Sue while we were attending UCSD. I asked around and found out that she was in medical school (I was an electrical egineering major). She's pretty, and intelligent, and the way she always showed a hint of lace and her bossy confidence were a real turrn on for me so I decided that I had to introduce myself. At 5'7", Sue and I are about the same height, but with her looks and her outgoing confident nature she could have dated any straight guy on campus that she wanted to, so I was thrilled when she agreed to go out with me. After our first date I knew that I wanted to get serious with her, and by our third knew I had to tell her about my fascination with female finery. She was pretty upset, but after repeated demonstrations of my totally hetero interest in her, she settled down. We had always gotten along great, and the wedding was just another step in our ongoing relationship. Once we got to the honeymoon suite, she teasingly removed her wedding gown, undressing down to her beautiful white lingerie. It was the first time I had ever been in the same room with a woman in garters and stockings (at least that I knew of), much less that inspiring white satin bridal corset. "Do you like them?" she asked as she modeled them in front of me. She looked at my throbbing purple one eyed monster and said "Wow! Is that for me, or this sexy satin and lace bridal lingerie?" After gawking for a second I said "Both! You're both magnificent!" She beckoned me to her and instructed me to release the garter tabs. Then, turning, she had me untie the corset strings, something I was more than willingly to do. Her stockings stayed up on their own once she had the corset off. Standing there in her stockings and heels with nothing else but her tiny panties on, she held her corset up in front of me and asked coquettishly if I wanted her to put it on me? Did I want to wear it? God! The hottest woman I had ever seen was offering to wrap me in her corset! It was a good thing that she didn't touch my tool or I'd have instantly made a fool of myself! I gulped and nodded. "O.K." she held it open "put your arms out and let's lace you into your first bridal corset." As she tightened the laces she asked, "It is your first, isn't it?" After pulling the strings snug, and tying them off, she removed her panties and dangled them on her fingertip, in front of me. I was totally flabbergasted! She had never shown this kind of acceptance before! I practically fell on my face in my haste to put them on. She tucked the garters into the panties, gently pushed me over onto my back on the bed, and scooting me up until my head was on the pillows. Kicking off her heels, she straddled me and pulling the crotch of the panties aside, freed my cock. Them she impaled herself on me in one quick stroke. I reached up to caress her delightful breasts but she took hold of my hands, pulled them down to her thighs, and slid them up and down on her stockings. I was enjoying the silkiness as I stroked her through the sheer nylons. "I'll bet you want these too, don't you?" She asked. I told her that they felt fabulous. "I was saving them just for you!" She must have known I was ready to blow my load, because she was careful not to provide any stimulation to my throbbing cock as she reached down and slid one of her nylons down her leg and off over her foot. Holding it by the toe, she dragged it across my thigh, up my satin covered torso, and dropped it in a heap over my face. As I reached up to move it off my face I could feel her removing the other. She then grasped my hands gently and pulled them up over my head. Once there, she used the second stocking to tie my wrists to the headboard and then pulled the first nylon down over my head so that the band covered my eyes and nose. It smelled strongly of her perfume and I inhaled deeply. I could still see out a little, but everything was pretty blurry. As I lay there in an intoxication like stupor, she reached into cups of her corset and played with my nipples. "You really like wearing my corset, don't you?" she cooed. "OH, Yes!" I hissed. "Would you like to have breasts?" she asked as she continued her delightful torment. "A big, beautiful, sexy pair of ladies of your own that would fill these cups?" "I don't think so!" I replied. Leaning over me, she whispered sexily in my ear "Well, if you ever wear anything of mine again I'll give you the nicest, biggest, most beautiful breasts you've ever seen! Your own pair of magnificent mammaries, luscious feminine titties! You'll have your own set of boobs, ones so big that they'll fill the cups of this corset to overflowing! Do you understand!?" She pinched my nipples so hard I saw stars. "Yes!" I screamed as I started bucking. I had never been so hot, and I was ready NOW! When she felt me lower myself to plunge into her again, she raised herself up, scooted up to my face, and came back down. "Wow!" she said smothering me with her neatly trimmed little bush, "It looks like just the thought of having your own nice big, plump pair of titties of really turns you on!!" She wiggled her voluptuous rack above my face, supporting them with her hands as she pinched her nipples, and rolled them between her fingers and thumbs. "They're nice," she advised "but trust me, they may not seem like they're so much fun when they're on your own chest!" She reached back and pinched and tweaked my nipples as she rode my face, through her nylon stocking, to multiple orgasms. When she was finally satisfied, her whole body was as limp as a dishrag. She slid down, tucked my rigid penis back into her panties, and snuggled up beside me. Playing with my nipples through her corset, she rubbed my cock with her thigh. That was all it took. In seconds I pumped the load of a lifetime into her sexy little white panties. As ususal, once my libido was taken care of I was ready to get undressed. When I started squirming she seemed to know right away what it was, and laughed at me. "What?" she asked, "I can wear that corset all day, from before the wedding all the way through the reception, but you can't wear it a couple of hours, till breakfast? Isn't my wedding lingerie feminine enough for you? Don't you think it's sexy? " "It's very sexy." I admitted, "But...." She interrupted me: "This is the last time you'll ever get to wear my things, so just relax and enjoy them!" She wiggled into a comfortable position and was asleep in minutes. I was beat, and even bound to the headboard, I wasn't far behind her. I awoke to see her entering from the bathroom. "Good morning, sunshine!" She said with a smile. "How would you like to keep your pretty bridal lingerie on a little longer? It could be our little secret! Wouldn't you just love to feel your corset caressing you under your clothes during breakfast?" She was caressing my chest through the corset. "No thanks." I said, "You've given me an entirely differently perspective on what you went through yesterday!" "How about the panties? They're so cute on you!" I shook my head 'No'. Are you sure? This is the last chance you'll ever get to wear them without paying the ultimate price ...." She left it hanging. I was desperate to wear them. I wanted to wear them all day. Hell! I wanted to wear them until they disintegrated and fell off my body in tatters. "They're beautiful," I admitted "But I think they'd look much better on you!" She untied my hands and, with a little help from her, I stripped and went to take a shower. Life went on. Her practice and my business both blossomed. We bought a home, and things there were great, at least until the 'economic downturn.' The rich and successful on the left coast didn't seem to be having any problems affording repairs to their aging bodies, but lots of businesses were closing, and my 'new construction' work had dropped off to almost nothing. As I found myself with more and more days off, I began using the down time to do more of the household chores, and to help Sue with some of the 'homework' that she brought home from the office. Then I spilled a Coke. At the time, I had no idea that something as simple as spilling a soft drink could be so life changing. The following weekend Sue was going to be the Keynote Speaker to a plastic surgeons' group. She was presenting on recent developments in breast implant technology. In preparation, she had been bringing home samples of the various options available in implant technology, to use in her presentation. I saw the implantable equivalent of breast forms in practically every size, shape, and color, including some that looked like empty heavy duty baggies. As I encountered them while cleaning the house, I moved them to the buffet in the dining room. Then, as I vacuumed the bedroom, it happened. I had set the can of coke that I was drinking down on the dresser as I worked. Her antique dresser is a little bit wobbly, and when I bumped it with the rug sucker, the can fell over. There wasn't much left in it, but some Coke ran out, and over the edge of the dresser before I could grab the can. I pulled the drawer open to find that it had dripped onto one of her old 'lounge around the house' bras, so after I cleaned the coke up, I rinsed out the bra and threw it into the hamper. I had been doing most of the wash lately anyway, and it wasw just one more thing. By the time Sue got home the House was clean, dinner was ready, and I had forgotten all about the spilled Coke. That night when we got into bed she asked if I had been messing with the implants she had been bringing home. I laughed and explained that whenever I encountered them while cleaning I put them on the dining room buffet. She toyed with my cock as she reminded me of her previous warning that if I wore any of her things, I'd wake up one day with tits. "And I'm not the jealous type," she laughingly declared "so you might wake up bigger than me!" She wiggled her rack in my face as she squeezed my now raging hard-on. "I can see that having a nice rack of your own still turns you on! You do know that all you have to do is ask, don't you?!" When I didn't respond, she climbed on my tool and grabbed my little man nipples. "I could give you any size boobs you wanted!" she offered. I just grew harder. "I could put subcutaneous hormone implants in at the same time, too!" Although I hadn't thought it possible, I grew harder still. "Then these little nipples of yours would grow big and plump, and your areolas would enlarge too." She pinched and twisted them. "What do you think?" "No thanks!" I finally managed to stammer as I hammered into her, pumping her full of seed as we had powerful mutual orgasms. The next day, Thursday, I had an all day job and got home a little late. Sue already had the wash going. She didn't say anything about her bra, and I had completely forgotten about it by then. Later, as I moved everything to the dryer I saw it and remembered, but I was off the next day so I would be the one putting the clothes away anyway. Friday night she was home early and we wined, sexed, wined, dined, wined, and sexed again. After the second round of orgasms I sipped the glass of wine that Sue brought me, snuggled up with her in my arms, and conked out like a light. By the time I was forced to awareness by the Saturday morning sun in my eyes, Sue had already left for her presentation. I was having a really hard time waking up, and I felt like crap. 'Way too much wine!' I thought to myself as I tried to look at the clock. There was a glass of water in the way. Through my hangover blurred eyes I noticed two pills next to it. I popped the pills, sipped the water, and promptly passed out again. The next time I woke up it felt like late afternoon. I still felt like crap, and I was glad that I didn't need to pee, because I really didn't want to get up! When I saw two more pills, and more water on the night stand I knew then that Sue must have already come home. I took the pills again, imagining how much she must love me, and went right back to sleep. Aren't weekends great?. When Sue finally awakened me with her insistent shaking, I heard her saying "Wake up sweetie, it's time to get ready for work. You have data cables to run at the bank today." As consciousness slowly returned I reminded her that I didn't have to do the work at the bank until Wednesday. "It IS Wednesday." She informed me. "Rise and shine!" I jerked up in the bed, wide awake. "What happened to Saturday, Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday?!" I looked down. "And why am I wearing your bra?!" "You slept right through Saturday, Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday. With a little 'help.' I thought you liked that bra?" "What!?" "It's standard procedure to keep patients in a bra after implant surgery, to keep everything in place while things heal. But you knew that. I found that bra in the wash the day after you did the cleaning. You obviously like wearing it while you clean, and I wanted you to wake up in one you liked." I felt my chest in panic, but there were no boobs. Nor was there any hair, it was all gone. There was nothing but my usual flat chest. No breasts! Whew! She had really gotten me going! "I know, they don't look like much right now, do they?" She reassured me, "But, don't worry! You're now sporting a pair of the worlds first and very special saline implants. I've been developing them at the clinic, and you're my first human trial! I've been working with one of my medical suppliers designing an implant that's a cross between a standard saline breast implant and an implantable medicine dispenser. "Both are filled after they're implanted, by injecting fluid into them with a non-coring needle. The difference is that implantable dispensers have a semipermeable membrane that allows the medicine you fill them with to infiltrate into the surrounding tissue at a fixed rate, like a refillable time release capsule. They are used all the time for insulin. Your implants are a merger of the two! You can look at them as either two implantable drug dispensers the size of a human breasts, or two breasts that can be used as a drug delivery system. It's up to you!" I groped my chest, but the only difference I could feel was a general soreness. "The incisions I made were so tiny that they've already healed, so you can't even see them! You may be a little sore, but it should pass soon. "When it's time, I can pump you up or down to any size you want. Usually, sterile saline solution is added a little at a time until the patient has the bust they want, but your new super implants give us a few more options! We can inject as much sterile saline solution as we want, to make you any size we want! As your body reabsorbs it through the membrane, your breasts will slowly shrink back to their original size. Or, if you prefer, we can inject as much or as little female hormone cocktail as we want, instead. Even if we don't make you very big, the timed release of the hormones will help you grow your own real breasts. Or, and this is what I really designed them for, I can pump you up with a mixture. It could be just the sterile saline, or saline and hormones, or even saline, hormones, testosterone blockers, and something to help reduce your anxiety, all at the same time! Hmmm..." She had a thoughtful look, like the lights had just come on. "If I wanted, I suppose I could even add something to make you more suggestible too.... Anyway, the saline would give you nice large breasts right away, and as it is absorbed along with the hormones, your implants will shrink while your own real breasts grow, slowly replacing them. Pretty cool, huh? !" She purposely looked down at my crotch, where there was a growing tent in the covers. "Oh, don't do that! I know that you're excited about your new boobies, but it will make it a lot more painful to remove the catheter. When she pulled the covers down I saw a hose coming out the end of my penis! She did something and then pulled out the tube. As she left the room she said "Well, you'd better get to work. We'll talk more when you get home." I don't know if it was drug induced fog, or shock, or what, but by the time I was dressed, she had already left for her office. The bank I was working for required that I work by the hour. I always preferred to bid my jobs, but I was so distracted and out of sorts that everything seemed to take forever, and for once I was glad I hadn't bid it. I kept touching my chest, surreptitiously of course, but I could feel no difference. All day long I agonized over whether she really put something inside me. Was she just playing with my head? I had no idea whether she would waste four days drugging me, and put in a catheter just to mess up my mind. Not knowing was killing me! I couldn't keep my mind on what I was supposed to be doing, I was so preoccupied. It got to the point where I was thinking it might be better to know she really did it than to be stuck in this crazy limbo. Finally, around midafternoon, I remembered her preoccupation with consent forms and breathed a sigh of relief! She was so paranoid about getting informed consent that she had her standard consent forms edited every time some minor aspect of any procedure changed, or any time they developed a new procedure. She was always saying how necessary they were. Since my business had slowed down she was even bringing them home for me to update on the computer in my spare time. I knew she would never do a procedure, especially one involving putting an experimental implant in a relative, without a properly signed consent form. I saw how hard she worked to earn her medical license and I knew she would never do anything to put it at risk. At last, able to put her silly threat out of my mind, I got more work done in the last 2 hours of the day than I had in the first 6. I cleaned up, closed the last of the patch panels and headed home. It was her day to come home late, so I grabbed a cold beer, and plopped down in my recliner. I guess worrying is a tiring business; by the time the beer was gone, so was I. I vaguely recall her coming home, and trying to wake me up. I'm pretty sure that we talked too, but I have no clear recollection of the discussion, only stumbling into the bedroom afterwards. I woke up with the sun in my eyes, and the same old bra, clean and smelling of her perfume, wrapped snugly around my chest. I removed it and inspected my chest as I walked to the bathroom, tossing the bra into the hamper with a sigh of relief when I saw my usual self in the mirror. I sat. When I looked up, there ware several pages taped to the wall across from the toilet. Stuck to the front page was a note addressed to me: Georgie: I didn't have much luck trying to carry on a conversation with you last night. I guess you were really pooped out. I don't know why you were so reluctant to put your bra on. You initialed the paragraph warning you that your implants might move around if you didn't wear your bra at all times during the first two weeks. I know that you know what was in that consent form because you typed it for me! Besides, we both know you love to wear bras, don't we? There are COPIES of your consent forms here. You obviously need to re- read the post-operative information and instructions. Just because they aren't 'pumped up' yet doesn't mean that you can just ignore your new implants. It would be bad for my sparkling reputation if my husband had one boob down around his navel! If you'd rather wear something 'sexier,' feel free to raid my lingerie drawers. Like I told you last night - you can wear anything of mine you want. Just don't forget that for each thing you put on, I'm going to 'pump' you up a full cup size. My guess is that the membrane will allow re-absorption of one cup size every 3 to 4 days, although going from a 'D' to a 'C' will obviously take longer than from a 'B' to an 'A,' but that's part of the experiment. Of course, none of that applies to the bra you're wearing now. I'm giving it to you. It's yours to wear for the next two weeks, and any time you want after that! Go ahead and slip into one of my nice bras, a pair of panties, and a slip, and tonight when I get home I'll 'fulfill' your desire to see how your breasts look filling those 'C' cups! You can even add a pair of my pantyhose and be a 'D' cup, or try a garter belt and stockings. I'll only count the stockings as one item, so you'd still only be a "DD"! You decide! Love, Sue I pulled the note off the wall and the pages behind it were copies of 'implant' and 'Semi-Permeable Membrane Modification, Experimental' consent forms. Signed consent forms! Consent forms signed by ME! Oh SHIT! I was terrified! She had really done it! Somehow, she had even gotten my signatures all over the consent forms! This was not right! I had to get her to understand what happened before I ended up a real 'Boob Man'! In 24 hours I had gone from thinking I was normal, to thinking I had boobs, to thinking I was normal, to thinking I had boobs again. I was going nuts! I wanted to run away! Somewhere in the back of my mind I also knew that I wanted to dress up completely in her lingerie, one of her business skirt suits and matching heels and see what I looked like with a pair of Double F's. What kind of sicko was I turning into? I had to calm down and try and think about this logically. I re-read the post operative instructions and then got the bra, MY bra, from the hamper and put it back on. 8:25 in the morning or not, I went and got myself a cold bottle of beer and sat down at the kitchen table to think. As I sipped, I reread the note, then reviewed the forms. I thought about putting on a pair of panties, just to find out how I looked with 'A' cup boobs. I told myself that they would be small enough to hide, and in 2 days they'd be down to 'almost A.' 'That's real logical!' I rebuked myself. 'Might as well get the Double D's - they'll be a lot smaller in two or three weeks!' Yes, the possibility of having a rack of my own was really tweaking my mind. I loved breasts! When I was a kid I loved sneaking looks at my sisters'! I loved seeing them in Playboy and Penthouse! I loved looking at, touching, licking and sucking all my girlfriends' breasts! I loved Sue's! I always stuffed the cups when I 'borrowed' my sisters' bras and swimsuits so I could feel them. But MY OWN? My mind was blown. I was pretty sure that I wasn't transsexual. I mean, sure, I loved dressing, but I never wanted to BE a girl! I liked my plumbing too! I loved it when Sue and I got something straight between us! Then there was work. I had several bids out that might come in at any time, and last week I had been dying to hear from any of them. Now I was wondering if they would mind if I had to stall them for a few days.... Or maybe I could just come in with boobs? Nah! The first thing that I needed to do was to get Sue to understand that I did NOT wear her bra until she put it on me while I was out cold! If I could do that, at least I might gain some control over my own 'boob destiny,' or 'chestiny,' or whatever. As I sipped I was noticing my reflection in the pantry door, in Sue's old bra. When I saw how boring it looked, I felt an impulse to go put on something nicer. Knowing that putting on anything of hers would be a disaster got me thinking, and it finally occurred to me that there was a loophole here... I re-read the note. Then I reflected on the threats she had made on our honeymoon... And then her more recent threats... Yep! That was it! The infamous 'loophole.' I could dress up without risking involuntary enlargement. There was a way that I could wear the prettiest, raciest, sexiest, laciest, sheerest lingerie I could find without fear! I just had to make sure that nothing I wore was hers and I would be safe. That's what she had said! If I put on something of hers she would perform a boob job on me. If I was going to be in a bra for the next two weeks, and I didn't want to be in one that even she should have been ashamed to own, I needed to buy some bras of my own. That was it! Shopping time! I grabbed my beer and headed to the bedroom, hammering the rest of it down on the way. As I put the empty bottle down on her dresser I realized that it was in almost the same place that fateful can of coke had been! I opened her panty drawer, knowing from our honeymoon that her little white 'bridal' panties fit perfectly. I dug around until I found them, and pulled them out to see what size I needed to shop for. About then I realized that I was getting a serious buzz from my one beer, and chalking it up to an empty stomach, I laid back on the bed, just for a second. When I awoke the sun was coming up again! 'What is this? Groundhog Day?' I wondered to myself. Sue was cuddled up next to me, playing with my nipple. I looked down and saw that she had pulled down one of the straps of my bra to expose my breast. BOOM! I was awake! Wide Awake! "What did you do?!" I demanded. "I only did what you wanted me to do!" she replied coyly, "What are you talking about? I never put on anything of yours! I just took out your panties to see what size they were. You had no reason to do this to me!" I stared at my new chest. "You took my panties out because you wanted to wear them and you know it! You just passed out before you could do it. Pentothal doesn't lie. Now you've gotten your wish - panties ..." She rubbed my crotch and I could feel satin and lace supporting my cock, "and the cutest little 'A cup' boobs." "Pentothal!" I practically screamed. "Is that why I keep passing out every time I have a beer? You drugged my beers?" I was furious with her. "Your drugging yourself yesterday was just an accident. I wanted some straight answers so I put some Pentothal in your beer the day you had the job at the bank. I knew you'd have a beer when you got home, but I didn't know which one you would take so I put some in the three beers in front. I certainly didn't expect you to start drinking first thing in the morning! "Imagine how surprised I was when I came home at lunch time to see how you were and there you were asleep across the bed, my drawer wide open and my beautiful wedding panties in your hands! "While you were under we discussed things and you admitted you wanted to put them on! Of course, why else would you have gotten them out?" "Of course I wanted to wear them!" I hissed, trying not to scream. "Every time I've seen you looking so sexy in them I've thought about our honeymoon and had fantasies about wearing them! Wait a minute! The day after I cleaned the house, Friday night, you drugged my wine, DIDN'T YOU?" She nodded sheepishly. "I wanted to be sure you were telling me the truth." "So, let me see.... you probably asked me something like 'you want to wear my old ratty beat up goodwill bra, don't you?' Don't you even know the difference between wanting to do something, and actually doing it? Did it ever occur to you that there might have been a perfectly logical reason that your 'old faithful' was in the wash? If you were a good little interrogator you might have tried open-ended questions instead of leading ones! You'd have found out that this old rag (I looked down at my chest, pointedly) was in the wash because I spilled coke on it while I was vacuuming the bedroom. "Didn't you notice it was soaked? That was from me rinsing it out. If I'm half the perv that you think I am, and I just might be, wouldn't I have just borrowed something sexy, and put it back before you got home??" Then I was struck with an inspiration! "Wait right there!" I said authoritatively. "I know how to settle this..." Boy! Was I pissed! I got up, opened her bottom drawer and slipped her beautiful long white nylon nighty over my head. Taking the matching lace peignoir, I slipped it on as I left the room, tying the ribbons hanging in front of me in a bow under my new little breasts as I headed to the kitchen. I returned with the third bottle of beer, twisted off the top, and slugged it down in one long gulp. Then I tossed it into the bathroom where I heard it hit the tile and shatter. I shrugged, and lay down on the bed in all her finery. "This time, try and ask intelligent, open ended questions, like 'have you worn anything of mine since our honeymoon?' and 'why not?' Maybe even 'why was my ratty old goodwill bra in the wash?" I laid my head back and relaxed, feeling smug, superior, and confident in the knowledge that I was in the right. The sunlight was streaming almost horizontally into the west facing windows the next time I awoke, so I knew it was late afternoon, and, thankfully, Groundhog Day was finally over! I looked down to discover that the weight on my thighs was Sue, sitting there in her slinky little white teddy. I could see a beautiful pair of bulging breasts overflowing her bra cups. Above the sheer nylon bodice of her nightgown I could discern just enough lace to tell they were encased in her sheerest, dressiest, sexiest lace and satin bra she owned. As my mind slowly cleared I tried to make sense of the visual cues I was getting. I was still in the nighty but the peignoir was untied and laying open around me, and the hem of the nightie was up around my waist. I looked back up at Sue and noticed her luscious breasts, proud, firm, and unrestrained, beneath her teddy. Now I was getting really confused! I looked down again and realized that it was my own boobs that I had been admiring, overflowing the cups of her best bra! I had been looking at them through her sheer nighty, but I was the one wearing it, not HER! The fog started to clear as I lay there staring at them, and it eventually dawned on me that if I was overflowing her bra, I was pretty damn big! "Look who's back!" She said, cheerfully when she saw the lights come back on. I wasn't sure if she was talking about me or my erection. I could feel my cock growing in her warm, soft hands. It was growing, at least in part, due to the sight of her scantily clad body and her digital ministrations. The 'rest of the reason' it was growing was the sight of my own boobs, barely contained in that sexy, lacy bra, even more visible because they were stretching out the front of my sheer nighty until it was almost transparent! It was one of the most erotic things I had ever seen. "If it isn't my buxom little fairy." She raised herself up, pulled the crotch of her teddy to the side, and impaled herself on my now rigid joystick. Then she reached up and began playing with my nipples. "We had the most interesting conversation this morning, you, me, and that secret sissy lurking within you. Among other things, I learned that you weren't wearing my old bra, and that I got my facts wrong. You didn't deserve your breast implants and I shouldn't have given them to you, at least , not when I did. I'm sorry! I apologize!" Her perfectly manicured fingers with bright red fingernail polish on them were teasing my nipples through her sheer lingerie. It was like watching two girls playing with each other's breasts while I was making love to one of them, and I found it incredibly arousing! It took all my effort, aided by the rage I was feeling, to drag myself back from the growing precipice of sexual bliss. "If you were really sorry that you gave me implants, why did you pump me up like this? All of a sudden I'm busting out of your bra and I know that you're a C+. What the hell were you thinking! How am I supposed to go to work?" "You're right." she admitted sheepishly, ignoring my real concerns. "They're D's. A's for the panties, B's for the bra, C's for this nightie, and D's for this sheer lace robe that looks so cute on you." Her pinching, twisting and caressing was making it very difficult to stay focused. "You were right about my questioning too. I was asking all the wrong questions." "Then how could you do this to me!? I have bigger jugs every time I wake up! I look like Dolly Parton! If you know I didn't wear your things, why are you punishing me?" I demanded. "Does this feel like punishment?" she asked as leaned over and pulled the bra and nightie down enough to expose of my left nipple. She sucked it between her lips and teased it with her tongue as she squirmed on my rigid tool and tweaked the other nipple between her thumb and forefinger. "No!" I gasped. Her touch was electric! "I didn't do this TO you, sissy, I did this FOR you. During our little 'chat' this morning you told me that you loved only me, and that you were totally hetero. You also told me that you are a 'breast man,' as if I didn't already know it! Eventually, you even confessed that you really DID want a pair of your own. You even admitted that you wanted to be bigger than me, but were afraid to say so for fear of losing me. Well, I wanted you to have what you want, and judging by the way you're bulging out of that bra, I'd say you've gotten it. I'm just helping you to live the fantasy you were too big a sissy to ask for." "You swore to me that you didn't want to be a girl, so I left out the hormones. That means I can adjust your cup size up or down as much as I want. By breakfast the day after tomorrow, we should be about the same size." "What about my life? What if I have to work, or go out in public?" "If you can convince me that you have a really good reason, I can always use a needle to do an emergency 'breast reduction,' but now that you've told me all your secret fantasies, I'm planning to capitalize on some of them. For instance, the one about a dominant woman drugging you and giving you big boobs without your consent. Now I'm going to be the Sex Goddess you've been waiting to worship, one that's willing to emasculate you. And, between jobs, I'm going to turn you into my big busted sissy housekeeper. "I suspect I won't have much trouble keeping you from straying with a rack like that! And knowing that I can pump you up till you make Dolly look like Twiggy should keep you motivated to please me. What do you think of that, sissy boy? I could see her rock hard nipples sticking out like little beacons and I realized that she was as excited as I was! When I reached up and touched them, she convulsed in orgasm almost instantaneously. The twitching spasms contracting around my penis had the same effect on me. As I hammered away inside her I couldn't remember ever having as long or hard an orgasm, and she just kept spasming right along with me. When we finally stopped she collapsed on top of me and sucked my nipple back into her mouth. When our pulse rates had returned to somewhere near normal, I asked her "What would you have me prepare for supper, Madam?" "Surprise me AGAIN, Yvette!" she said, "And, see if you can find yourself something more appropriate to wear!" She pointed to her closet, collapsed back down on the bed, and was deep asleep before I managed to locate that fabulous bridal corset.