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The next morning, I woke up earlier than usual. Claire was usually the
early riser of the pair of us, but I think I managed to wear her out just
a little. I grabbed a nice cup of tea, and sat down to do a bit of mid-
morning research on my newly arrived replacement computer. For some
reason I couldn't get the thought of larger breasts out of my head. I
started looking at local clinics that offered such services, then widened
my search. The array of surgery options for someone like me was truly eye
opening. Everything from face sculping, to trachea shaves, vocal cord
alterations, but implants, breast implants. One crazy chick even seemed
to have found someone to add a third one in there. I decided I should try
to cross check results with the doctors that performed them, and the next
thing you know my computer desktop was covered with pictures of naked
porn stars and a spreadsheet.
A still sleepy Claire woke up, and walked by my project with a raised
eyebrow. "you know, if you wanted a quickie or something, you could just
ask me" she said teasingly. I shook my head "babe, I am always down for a
quickie with you, but this isn't what it looks like. I mean, it is, but
I'm looking at these ladies for the workmanship on their assets, and
trying to figure out who does the best work." I said, showing her my
cross referenced and color-coded masterpiece of detective work. Claire’s
eyes got really big, and she turned to me. "You mean, you? Implants?
Wow!" She hugged me from behind, and went to go grab herself some
breakfast. She soon joined me in my research, offering suggestions and
sending me pictures to compare. It was slightly surreal. How often does
your girlfriend actively send you a stack of naked women to look at, with
critique notes?
Half a day later, we had a list of possible candidate surgeons, in
preference order and sorted by average reviews. We talked it over, and
Claire and I decided that I should try for as many surgeries at once as I
could handle, to reduce the number of times under the knife and healing
time. We wanted to hear from the plastic surgeon for recommendations on
what actually to do, but in general we were looking at giving me a
slightly more feminine face, much larger breasts, size to be determined
but at least a 38DD, butt implants and an adams apple shave. I called the
first clinic on the list, an office over in Portland called Proview
Aesthetics. After a brief phone conversation with the very cheerful
receptionist, I discovered that not only were they super happy to work
with cash customers, due to a cancellation they actually had an operating
window available next week. It was almost as if the universe was
arranging a series of improbably events to try and transform me ever
faster, like the unseen hand of some jerk of an author writing a story. I
mentally shook my manicured fist at my unseen tormenter, but secretly I
was pleased. I asked Claire if she could take some time off work to come
babysit an invalid after surgery. She made some quip about needing to ask
the boss, but she could probably swing that in return for sexual favors.
I leered at her. She threw a pillow at my head.
We decided to head out and enjoy what was now midafternoon. I got dressed
in a new black and gray lacy top and my first calfskin leather skirt that
Claire had purchased for me. A set of slightly higher heels than I had
ever worn before, with a 3-inch lift complemented the outfit. Claire wore
a stunning belted sundress and her own matching heels. I then completely
ruined my look by strapping on that blasted Velcro compression girdle. I
wasn't really looking forward to wearing that for another month, but
Claire said she had an idea that might help. We headed out to town, and
after a long winding drive into a part of town I had never been to
before, we pulled up in front of a small shop filled with horse saddles
and leather bags in the window. I was intrigued, but not really sure what
we were doing here. Claire pulled me inside. The tiny shop front opened
into a larger work area. Scattered cow hides hung from every surface.
Leatherworking tools, clicker presses for cutting large pattern shapes,
and other such implements of crafting littered the area in a somewhat
chaos driven fashion. The older proprietor turned to look at us and
practically shouted "Claire!" before rushing over to greet her like an
old friend. "Liz, this is my friend Ulrich! Ulrich used to make dance
shoes and the like for me back when I was a ballet dancer in college, and
he's the best around!" Claire said as she introduced me to the older man.
I pictured Claire in a ballerina outfit, and I was a little sad I never
got to see her dance before. Claire continued. "Ulrich, my girlfriend
Elizabeth here has a bit of a problem that maybe you can help us with.
See this Velcro covered monstrosity she is wearing? She needs something
like that to help heal up a bit of rib damage. Are you up to making one
of your world infamous corsets?" Ulrich looked for a moment, then nodded.
"Horse get you?" Ulrich asked. I nodded. He continued. "I had that happen
twice to me. Never fun at all. Sure, I think I can take care of you.
Anything for a friend of Claire!" and with that, I was directed to take
off my medical girdle, to hop up onto the workbench and to lift my arms
up over my head and keep them there.
Ulrich headed to the back storeroom, and soon returned with a curious
pile of thin metal strips, a tiny spot-welding rig, and some tin snips.
He set them down next to me. "Alright Elizabeth, I need to fit you for
the corset frame, which means I am going to be putting these pieces of
metal on you, and forming them to your body. So you know, I will be
touching your body as I work. If your ribs feel sore at any time, just
let me know. Also, so you know, I am a happily married man, so don't you
get any ideas!" he finished with a grin. Ulrich started bending the mild
steel metal strips to fit my curves, with Claire acting as his assistant.
He asked her questions about under bust support threshold and hip
clearance and compression distance, all words I understood but not really
in that context. between the two of them, they soon had me encased from
the chest to the hips down in a metal rib cage that followed my frame
exactly. A few snips with the tin cutters and they were able to separate
that into two halves to allow me to escape. Ulrich seemed satisfied with
his work. "Alright dearies, I think I have what I need to get started on
the frame. I'll quench harden these strips and build the corset over the
top. Now you just need to pick a color and a style from my little book
here, and we can get you on your way. We decided on a black calf leather
design with a blue silk inside and navy-blue accents. We paid a deposit,
and Ulrich told us he would be in touch in a couple of weeks when it was
ready.
Claire and I decided to head out to dinner after. There was a nice
seafood restaurant down by the crab pier that we had both heard about,
but never tried. We were soon seated at a nice harbor view booth. Our
waiter arrived shortly thereafter, He had to be just old enough to even
legally work in a place like this that sold alcohol, and he was clearly a
little instantly smitten with us both. I could tell by the way he flushed
red a little bit and stumbled over his words as he started to read us off
the specials for the day, edging his waist slightly behind the booth back
lest we happen to glance down. I must confess he did stare at us both a
bit longer than was usual. I could sympathize with him seeing Claire and
reacting that way, I mean, as far as I am concerned, she IS the hottest
girl on the planet, but it was an unusual sensation to have a male look
at me and be obviously in the midst of a crush crisis. I wasn't really
sure how I felt about that. Claire and I whispered and giggled about it
once he left to go get our drinks, and she obviously saw his prediciment
the same way I did. We decided to tease our new waiter friend Fred a
little bit when he came back, and Claire and I timed a slightly naughty
kiss for right when we saw him round the corner carrying our wine,
deliberately pulling away reluctantly like a pair of schoolgirls
exploring how to kiss who had just gotten caught. I winked at Fred as he
dropped off our wine bottle and glasses, then he quickly dropped the tray
down to his front to cover what I suspect was a growing erection. I could
sympathize, I had the same problem under my skirt.
While we waited for our food, I felt Claire rest her hand on my lap. Her
clever fingers quickly found a suspicious bulge, and she began to rub the
front of my skirt under the table. People in nearby booths had no idea as
I stared straight ahead and concentrated on not turning beet red or
moaning. Fred came back with the bread tray, and asked about how we would
like our salads. Claire mischievously replied "Tossed" , with a
completely unperturbed face, never moving her hand away from my now
slightly rumpled skirt front out of view of Fred. Fred escaped quickly
again, tugging at his waiter apron front as he left. Claire could tell by
my fidgeting in the seat that I was getting close, and she finally lifted
her hand away. "Later" she whispered. I was a horny wreck.
The food when it arrived was great. A nice sockeye salmon fillet over
raspberry topped wilted spinach for me, and King Crab legs for Claire.
She took special care in how she ate the long round leg meat whenever I
was watching, making sure to suck all of the butter off of them before
sucking them down. I shivered. I barely made it through the complementary
dessert course of spumoni ice cream. We paid our tab, left a nice tip for
Fred with a little heart drawn on a napkin, and then Claire pulled me
into the ladies’ room to "powder our noses". it took some doing, but we
both managed to fit into the larger toilet stall, Claire spread eagle
with her skirt hiked up on her back, me behind her, a raging hardon and
purse borne lube on my way into Claire. We had to be quiet, which was
difficult for us both as other customers came and went from the
restaurant. One of them even rattled the locked stall door, though a
quick "occupied!" from Claire sent them on their way. I thrust in and out
of Claire, my urgent need giving me speed and roughness that I didn't
usually display. I pulled in and out, long fast strokes in her tight anus
punctuated with quick short thrusts in a random pattern I hoped would
please her the most. Claire was clenching in time, and seemed to be
loving it as she arched her back more and more, reaching back to pull my
ass in even harder. It was a strangely quiet frenzied lovemaking, and
soon we both came with stifled gasps. At the last second, I thought to
cover my reroute opening with my fingers, similar to how Claire had when
she gave me the last epic blowjob after the hot oil massage (what, don’t
you remember that part? It was totally there...), and I shot deep into
her warm lovely ass, pulsing in wave after wave in one of the longest
duration shots of my life. I started to reach for toilet paper to clean
her up, but Clair simply smiled, shook her head no, then reached for her
butt plug in her purse, and shoved it right back in place in one go, A
little bit of cum dribbling out onto her soaked panties. I carefully
dropped to my knees in the confined quarters, and licked her clean front
to back. We cleaned up as best we could, fixed our makeup and hair,
unrumpled our skirts, then walked out into the reception area and out the
door. I didn't look back, but I wondered how everyone in the place didn't
know exactly what we had just done from the scent of musk and cum we both
still exuded.
We made it back to Claire’s car, and turned and started laughing the
laugh of those who got away with it. Claire squirmed a bit on the drive
home as she drove. I found myself wishing that I knew what she was
feeling there deep inside. I asked her how it felt holding my semen in
her warm tight ass with her plug, and she nearly went off the road. After
a short time to collect her thoughts and get back between the lanes, she
answered. "it feels warm, like a naughty gift someone I love gave me.
Temporary and best enjoyed quickly, and the feeling fades all too soon,
but having someone cum inside you, especially in your own ass is an
exquisite experience." She shivered. "You definitely should try it at
least once. I'd be totally up for that as long as you let me watch... and
help." she finished, squirming as she drove over a rough spot in the
road. "I want to try too." I said in a near whisper. I continued louder
"But only someday if you are there and we both meet the right person, I
guess. Nothing is worth ever losing you!" I patted her gently on the
thigh, not wishing to distract her yet again. That night when we got
home, we both set several personal orgasm records visualizing that as we
tried our best to merge our crotches into one being. It didn't work, but
it was certainly fun trying.
A few days later, we found ourselves in downtown Portland in an upper
story office building marked "Proview Aesthetics". High end furnishings
and pictures of before and after client procedures dominated the well-lit
space. The receptionist smiled when she saw us, and directed us to the
so-called exam room that would have doubled as a day lounge in a high-
class hotel. During the brief wait Claire and I amused ourselves by
looking at the various procedure pictures, and making small talk about
how they would look on us.
Soon we were greeted by a middle height man with features ripped off of a
Greek statue, not a one of which I suspect he had started life with. He
introduced himself as Dr. Alen Knowles, Microsurgery specialist. "So, I
hear you are with us today to have some procedures to improve your
feminine presentation. Before I can tell you what I can do for you in
that regard, I would like to examine you and take a few pictures to scan
into the computer so we can show you some simulated results. If that’s
ok, please take off your clothes so we can see what we have to work
with." Doctor Knowles finished and gestured to a changing area. I was a
bit nervous about taking my clothes off in front of some strange man,
despite years of high school locker experience. I looked a bit different
now. But he was one of the best in the business and worked with people
like me to spectacular results by at least the measure of several porn
careers, so I screwed up my courage, and took everything off except my
striped socks. The floor was cold damnit!
he soon had me standing in front of a photography grid, and started
making several marks on my body with a grease pen to show centerline and
the like. It was all businesslike and clinical, and the cold of the room
made the erection I was worried about possibly growing a non-issue. My
nipples on the other hand... Nearly half an hour of specific pictures
from all angles followed, after which I put my clothes back on. We made
our way over to his desk where he had a large monitor set up facing us,
several dozen sizes and types of implant material sitting next to it. He
invited us to feel and play with the samples to get an idea of what they
would be like, while he set the computer up to display possible changes.
It was a bit like watching one of those character select screens from a
customization in a video game. He explained in great detail about what he
could and could not do, the processes and risks, and finally we got down
to details of what I, what we, wanted for me. We started with an implant
simulation harness. He set out several different breast and butt size
options, and had me try out which ones felt the best. I asked Claire to
pick which ones she liked best as well, and she soon decided on a size
that she liked best, though a mystery to me at the time, both, in a new
type of biomedically safe silicone. Integral nipple additions on the
breast implants, and variable firmness features on the butt implants for
a super soft outer feel. In addition to the implants, I was also
scheduled to have lip filler, chin sculpting, a brow and trachea shave,
cheek filler, several other minor processes not worth mentioning in those
general areas, and one more process that Claire said she wanted to be a
surprise for me. I shivered a bit imagining what that might be. The
Doctor did ask if Claire wanted anything done as well. She considered it
briefly, then just shrugged and said "Maybe later"? We signed a ton of
paperwork, paid an otherwise staggering fee from our newfound funds, then
checked into the onsite hotel suite to await the morning.
Shortly after we checked in, I received a mysterious text message from a
number I didn't have stored in my phone. It read "Agent Cheryl reporting
in, mission accomplished. Here are some picture samples of the ones she
liked best, and the ones she did NOT like. The message had an attachment.
I looked at what Cheryl had sent me, and smiled. I sent her a quick reply
text of "Good work" followed by a heart emoji thumbs up smiley face
Lizard combo. The Lizard was accidental, but you know how it goes. I
discretely sent an image and a text description of what I was looking for
to the person who would implement phase 2 of my plan, and quickly got a
reply that the work would be no problem and ready on time. I smiled.
Claire idly wondered what I was doing so long on my phone, and I quickly
replied "It's a surprise, don't be too nosy missy!". She quickly made me
pay for that by attempting to tickle me into submission. She soon settled
in to kissing all of the places that were going to be different after
tomorrow instead. We made love, slow and sweet that night, each of us
slightly worried but also really excited by what the morning would bring.
The morning, as it turned out, brought really early wakeup call and rules
to eat no breakfast for me. I had to remove several of my piercings in
the areas that would be worked on for now. It was kind of funny to me how
naked I felt anymore without makeup and jewelry on, even with no clothes
on. I put on my deluxe edition backless hospital gown, then hopped up
onto the operating gurney. Claire sat with me as the anesthesiologist had
me count back from 100. I think I made it to about 87 and then the lights
went out.
I awoke fairly quickly this time, coming around much quicker than I had
after the whole ribcage head wound fiasco. I could tell that I had
bandages everywhere, but I was much clearer of head this time around. I
tried to speak, but Claire interrupted before I could. "Don't try to talk
just yet, remember that surprise I was mentioning? I asked the doctor to
shorten your vocal cords to give you a more girlish voice. All the
procedures went great, but you need to try not to talk for the next 5
days. There’s a notepad next to you if you need to tell us something" As
I breathed in, I could feel a larger mass on my chest, but I couldn't
look down to see because of the bandages around my neck and chin. They
certainly felt bigger though. I was just going to have to wait and see, I
guess.
After a couple of impatient inpatient days, we finally got to see the
results. There was a definite amount of bruising, like I had been in a
prize fight and lost, and a little swelling still, but you could clearly
see the results. I looked like a complete girl! Still on my enforced mute
period, I had to squeal with joy internally. I ran my nails over my plump
cupid bowed lips. Very kissable, and just enough naughty looking. I moved
my hands down my neck. Smooth, no more need to wear ribbon chokers or
scarves. I moved further down and cupped my new, very large breasts. "38
F cups" Claire supplied. I raised my eyebrows at her. My forehead hurt,
that was a terrible idea. She shrugged "what can I say, I like big
boobs?" Those were going to take some getting used to, but I suspected I
was going to love it. My ass felt different too. it was large, not quite
J-lo big, but certainly bigger than it had been before by quite a lot. I
now had childbearing hips! I found that the extra padding was nice when
sitting on hard chairs too. We thanked the doctor and staff, put my
missing piercings back in, slapped a generous coat of foundation on to
hide the worst of the bruising, then left the office complete with large
floppy hat and mysterious dark sunglasses.
It took about 2 more weeks for me to fully recover. I was able to start
talking a few days later. It was funny, I sounded like myself still, but
a sexy, feminine girl version of my voice. I loved it. Claire was an
excellent nurse in between shifts at her Cafe, and I tried my best to be
a good patient. About 1 week into my recovery, a courier stopped by
Claire’s house and dropped off a small black felt covered box. I smiled.
Phase 2 was complete. It was time to plan for phase 3.
When Claire returned home from checking in at the Coffee shop that night,
I had dinner laid out and ready for her. As we ate. I casually asked her
if she would like to go on a vacation with me to Paris? She gasped, and
nearly jumped up and down from joy while still seated. She had always
wanted to see Paris. I sweetened the deal by mentioning that the
international Sex toy and adult industry expo was going to be in the area
in the next couple of weeks that might just line up with a trip date. I
could see her flush as the possibilities that brought to mind reached
her. She nodded, and so we set a date for an international adventure!
Little did Claire know how much extra special adventure I had planned for
us while we were there. I sat watching her finish her soup, as I slipped
a hose covered foot up the front of her skirt, and started to toy with
the rings I knew were there under her panties, returning the favor for
dinner the other night as she tried to eat her meal in peace. Payback can
be a bitch sometimes, but I knew she would love what came next!
To be continued ...
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