Dottie's Back

Four weeks had passed since my first blowjob party. In that time, I had become obsessed with getting implants. The concept of being tit-fucked and wearing deep-cut tops without being concerned about the distinct line between my flesh and the fake boobs had become a constant fantasy of mine. After begging and whining to both Stacy and Kim for the past month, they tired of my complaining and consented to make an appointment with a doctor.

Time passed slowly until the day of the appointment finally arrived. Stacy had spoken with the doctor on several occasions and decided to join me for the first visit. We sat in the small sterile examination room in silence, my mind running wild with the knowledge of what was about to occur. A soft knock on the door sent a shiver of excitement up my spine. Dr. Mindy entered the room and graciously greeted Stacy as if they were old friends. She turned and introduced herself to me with the caring bedside manner seen only in the movies.

The exam proceeded quickly, she snapped on rubber gloves and lowered my gown to my lap. My current breast forms removed and she examined the skin on my chest. I was then asked to completely disrobe and rise to my feet, posing in different positions as she and Stacy decided how big of boobs the frame of my body could support. A decision was made to first implant a B-cup to stretch the skin, after a few weeks a large C-cup would be permanently inserted.

Dr. Mindy then asked me to lay back on the table as she positioned my feet into the stirrups. Without the slightest hint of shock, she unhooked my 'clitty' from the hot pink plug in my 'pussy' and withdrew the plug. I felt so vulnerable and exposed, I now completely understood why Stacy loathed her annual check-up at the Gynecologist. After a thorough quick exam of my 'clitty' and 'pussy', Dr. Mindy stood up and announced that she was finished.

Stacy stood near the door and spoke quietly with my doctor and I got dressed. Pills were prescribed to enhance my nipples.