The Wish

THE WISH - "Bigger Tits and the Techno Pussy" (part one of three) By Rhinoman It began as a joke over beers between college buddies, but in the end Jack Hinkly was the one with egg on his face. Jack Hinkly and Bill Anderson had been friends since the first day of college. Fate had them assigned together then as it did now ten years later. Jack had looked up his college roommate soon after moving into town. It was no longer just Bill Anderson, but Dr. Bill Anderson. Following their initial conversation on the phone, Jack had invited Bill over for a few beers. It was then that the idea began to form. "Bill, don't you think it's ironic that we spent all those days ogling women in college and now you get to see all the tits you want. I mean becoming a plastic surgeon was a stroke of genius!" "Well Jack, the job has its perks...no pun intended," they both laughed together as they popped another beer. "When do I get to meet your wife...Mandy, right?" Bill asked "Oh, probably not today, she's at the club playing tennis with the girls." "Well she sounds like a great gal, based on what little you've told me." Finishing his second beer and starting his third, Jack decided to confide some of his frustrations to his old roommate, even though they hadn't spoken in years. The short get together seemed to bridge the gap of time. "Mandy's a super wife Bill, we met two years ago just after she graduated from college. She's bright, articulate, and very good looking...but..." "But what?" Bill sat up in his chair genuinely interested. "Well...it's kind of hard to explain. She didn't date much in college. I guess it was a case of guys not asking her out because they were intimidated or thought she would already have dates lined up. Anyway, I was the first person she dated seriously...she was very na?ve about sexual issues and made it quite clear she was going to stay a virgin until her wedding day. I guess that's what every guy wants...right?" "Right," Bill answered, "so what's the problem?" "The problem is that I was 30 when we got married and had a lot of experience sexually and Mandy was as pure as new snow. I've been trying to get her to be more adventuresome in bed, but all she wants is to make love once a week, twice tops...and only in the missionary position." "Ohhhh! I see," exclaimed Bill, "You have the knock-out wife of your dreams, but she'll only put out on a limited basis and now your frustrated and don't know what to do?" "Yeah...Mandy's got the face of angel, with dark brown hair and chocolate brown eyes...she's about 5'-8" with long tan legs, a thin waist and a really fine ass. Being a breast man, about the only shortfall she has is that her tits are only 32Bs. My only wish is that she had a bigger sexual appetite and tits!" "Does she know you like big breasts?" Bill asked. "Sure she knows. She sees me looking at other women and it drives her nuts" "I'll tell you what Jack, why don't I invite you and Mandy over to grill out, have a few drinks, and go for a swim with Karen and me. My wife is really open-minded sexually and I'll clue her in on Mandy. I did a boob job on my wife that she loves to show off. Maybe the subject will come up between the girls during the night. Who knows what could happen." "Wow! That sounds great Bill, let's set it up." The two friends made a date for the following weekend. Jack fantasized the whole week about a huge set of hooters on his wife and fucking her from behind. 'Surely it was possible,' he thought. Mandy wasn't a big beer drinker so Bill had convinced his wife to make some "special" punch with vodka, just like college days, to loosen everyone up a little. Bill, Karen, and Jack were all 32 or 33, while Mandy was the baby of the bunch at 24. Karen felt like she should take her under her wing and subtly try to teach her a few things after Bill had relayed the conversation he had with Jack. Following BBQ chicken, rice, and corn on the cob, Mandy found herself in the Anderson's large master bath with Karen, changing into their bathing suites. With all the mirrors in the room it was pretty obvious that Mandy was staring at Karen's rather large breasts. "Do you know what kind of doctor my husband is?" Karen asked pulling up her bottoms but leaving her top bare. "Uhhh...no," Mandy said, quickly shifting her glances away from Karen's tits. "He's a plastic surgeon...and yes, he did my breasts in case you're wondering." "No, I wasn't wond..." Karen cut her off, "sure you were, I saw you staring...go ahead take a closer look." Mandy gathered up her courage and turned to look at Karen's bare chest. Her breasts stood up firm and proud. They looked like big round balls on her slim figure. Mandy felt her hand start to rise involuntarily as if it wanted to touch them. "Go ahead and feel them," Karen said reading her mind, "I know that's what you're thinking. All my girlfriends wanted to right after I had it done. Come on...don't be shy." Karen thrust them out further as Mandy reached out a tentative hand to touch them and then jerked back like she'd received an electrical shock. "Don't worry Mandy, they don't bite...give them a good squeeze...see what they feel like." Mandy touched them lightly at first and then squeezed harder. The more she did the more she wanted to keep feeling their puffy firmness. "They feel good don't they? My husband could put a nice pair on you which I'm sure Jack would like." "Oh! I couldn't do that," Mandy said, reeling back and coming to her senses somewhat. "Let me tell you something Mandy, from someone with experience. Men love big breasts and I'm sure Jack is no exception. If you want to keep his interests from wandering then maybe you need to give what Mother Nature didn't give you, a little boost. Let's go out to the pool and I'll prove it too you. Your husband's going to be staring at my tits all night." Mandy looked down at her relatively flat chest in comparison. She followed Karen out the door hoping in her heart that she wasn't right, but knowing in her head that it was true. For the next two hours while they drank, swam, and laughed, Mandy kept stealing glances at her husband. Nine times out of ten she caught him ogling Karen's top-heavy chest. By the end of the evening she knew what she had to do. The surgery was scheduled for two and half weeks after the party. Jack had grinned to himself while Mandy had squirmed through a discussion about feeling good about herself and how 'all the other girls,' at the tennis club were getting breast augmentation. She couldn't call it a boob-job because it sounded too demeaning to her. Jack played it off and told her that if she really wanted to do it then he would support her decision. The fact that Bill was a friend made for a substantial discount, but also some discomfort for Mandy. Her main concern was going through a preliminary physical with Bill, but Jack finally convinced her that it was all very professional and not to worry about it. Despite his reassurances, Mandy broke into the liqueur cabinet and made a few stiff drinks before her office visit. Bill, on the other hand, was thrilled about the appointment with Mandy and the upcoming surgery. Ever since he had seen her at the pool he couldn't get his mind off her. His wife Karen was a good looker, but Mandy was stunning. Her lips were full and slightly pouty. He loved her big brown eyes, capped with long eyelashes and thin half-moon eyebrows. Her ass curved out slightly, small and firm looking, like you could palm it with one hand like a basketball. Like Jack had said, with a big set of hooters, Mandy was going to be absolutely ravenous. Somehow he was going to have to cure her of her shyness and goody two shoes mentality. "Do I have to undress completely?" Mandy asked, her face turning red. "Yes," Bill said in his most professional voice, "even though this is outpatient surgery, it's still surgery and there could be complications. My job here today is to ensure that there aren't any, by making sure you're completely fit for surgery." He emphasized the word completely. The na?ve housewife obeyed the doctor's every word, shedding all her clothes until she was standing before him completely naked. Bill decided against offering her a hospital robe wanting to see how far he could take this. Mandy kept reminder herself that he was a professional, despite the strong desire to cover her private parts with her arms and hands. "Hop up on the table," he said, "and we'll get started.". He went through all the usual things, checking her pulse, throat, ears, eyes and so on. Then he had her lie back on the slightly raised table as he put her legs into the stirrups. "You can close your eyes if you want to," Bill said as he began squeezing her breasts and pushing in on her stomach. She let out a low moan as he pinched her nipples while telling her he was checking for lumps. Bill then told her to keep her eyes closed as he sat down in a chair between her legs. "I'll have to shave you down here as a precaution," he said, "your very hairy and in case of an emergency appendectomy we wouldn't want to have to shave then." Mandy didn't question his comments, but was glad she had made those two drinks, otherwise she would have been embarrassed beyond belief. She kept her eyes shut tight as she felt the warm water pour onto her dark hairy bush. She could hear the distinct sound of canned shaving cream and then a few seconds later a razor running between her widely spread legs. After a few minutes she heard Bill say, "I'm going to rub some Baby Oil on you so that you don't chaff." He began slowly at the tops of her thighs rubbing the oil into her smooth flesh. As he made his way closer and closer to Mandy's vulnerable cunt he heard her gasp. Her breathing became heavy and erratic as he kept up the rubbing, his palm making contact with her clit. "Ooooooooooooh," Mandy moaned and then quickly said, "I'm sorry doctor...I mean Bill." "That's O.K. Mandy, it happens all the time...feel free to let yourself go, it doesn't bother me." "Just a few more minutes," he said, continuing to rub her clit as he ever so gently slipped his index finger in to her wet pussy up to his first knuckle. "Mmmmmmmmmm......oooooohh....gaaaaaaahhhhhh ....I'm cuuuuummmmmminnnnnnnggggg" Mandy breathed frantically, lifting her ass off the table, trying to get more of Bill's finger into her hungry cunt. Bill pushed his index finger into her pussy as far as he could, curling it backward towards himself so that he could rub her g-spot. "Oooh....oooohh....I'm cumming again...ahhhhhhhhhh!" She bucked her hips feverishly, thrashing her head back and forth; her legs spread wide like a butterfly, the lips of her pussy pulled open, swollen and red. Later as Bill confirmed the surgery date with her, Mandy continued to apologize for her lack of self-control and how her body had responded during a "routine physical." Her third orgasm had occurred while she was bent over the table, her legs spread wide with Bill's gloved finger up her tight pink anus. Mandy's scream had brought the nurse running in to see what was going on. The day of the surgery, Mandy was in the operating room having the anesthesia administered while Bill and Jack talked outside. "Jack, I wanted you to know that after all of the consulting with Mandy, she decided that she wanted a size 34C." Bill acknowledged shaking his head slightly as if he was somewhat disappointed. "34C!" exclaimed Jack, "that's barely bigger than her current size. Did you ask her why she wanted to go through all this for only a slightly larger chest?" "I did Jack...she said she wanted the shape and firmness, but that going too big would probably be awkward in social settings and a hassle when she played tennis." "Is there anything we can do at this point?' Jack asked with obvious concern. "Well, if you sign a consent form, that I could file away and you don't have to show her, I could increase the size a little." "Great!" Jack said, "Let's make 'em 38Ds!" he exclaimed, almost salivating at the thought. "Whooaa boy! That's a pretty big jump." Bill countered. "That's o.k. I'll sign whatever you want. She's a pretty na?ve girl. I'll tell her they seem bigger because her back's so small. She'll believe it." "All right Jack, whatever you say...Oh! I almost forgot. I have something else that may solve the problem of frequency and excitement you talked about." "What...what is it?" "It's kind of controversial, but a friend of mine at the University developed a small microchip that he dubs the 'Pleasure Chip.'" Bill looked Jack right in the eyes. "It works like this. I insert a small chip under the skin just above Mandy's clitoris. With her knocked out for the breast surgery she won't feel a thing. Anyway, the chip comes with a remote control with several settings, low, 1, 2, 3, 4, and high. The person, you in this case, operating the remote can turn it on and the chip acts as a stimulator on her clitoris from the inside out. It will get her sexual juices going and she'll end up seeking you out for relief...how does that sound." "Unbelievable...almost sci-fi," Jack said, "are you sure it will work?' "Only one way to find out. My friend says just be careful at the high levels of 4 and above for any length of time." "It sounds great to me...now I'll finally be able to control our sex life...even if she has a headache!" Jack laughed. "All right Jack, sign here and I'll see you in a couple of hours." It was two weeks after the surgery when Many drove herself over to Bill's office for her initial check-up. After the surgery she had been shocked by the dramatic difference in the size of her tits. Bill explained that he had put in the size she had asked for 34C, but because of her small back it actually made her larger in front and require a 38D bra. It seemed to make sense to her coming from the doctor and she figured she'd get used to it. Jack's couldn't keep his eyes off her and was walking around with a continual erection. Bill had told her no sex, lifting heavy objects, or touching her breasts until after her two-week check-up. He had also given her a very firm bra that seemed as if it had been made during World War II so that her breasts would remain upright and heal correctly. Jack's nuts were ready to burst and Mandy had made him promise not to masturbate during the two weeks and that they would celebrate that night following the check-up. Mandy loved the fact th at he was so hard up and decided she was going to use the tits he wanted so bad to tease him to the max. "Hi Mandy, good to see you. You know the drill. You can put your clothes on the chair and then sit up here on the table." Mandy was getting more used to being naked in front of Bill. The pre-op check up and surgery had removed most of her initial embarrassment. She sat in front of him, legs closed and chest out. 'Might as well tease him a little too,' she thought. What she didn't know was that Bill was also testing the "Pleasure Chip" for Jack at the same appointment. As Bill moved closer to examine Mandy's breasts he reached into his pocket and turned the remote to "1." "Mmmmmmm," Bill said, feeling the weight of her large breasts, "they seem to have healed just fine. I'll just have to put you through a few tests to make sure and then you can be on your way." Mandy squirmed a little, the slight vibrations of the chip beginning their work. "Are you nipples always this erect?" Bill asked. "No...that's something new since the surgery. Will they ever go down?" "Probably not, many times that's a side effect of the surgery. The saline pack pushes the underlying muscle out, which in turn pushes your nipple out, creating that permanent nipped look. I hope you can live with it o.k." "Well...I guess I don't have a choice," Mandy said, "they're also much more sensitive now." Mandy spread her legs slightly. 'This is weird, I've felt embarrassed at the doctors before, but never horny,' she thought, her vagina starting to lubricate itself. "Let's start the first test by having you jog in place," Bill said, "we need to see if there's any pain when they bounce." Mandy laughed, her face turning a slight pink, "Jack would give a hundred bucks to be here right now!" 'I bet he'd pay more than that,' Bill thought, 'this is going to be fun playing with this undersexed honey!' Mandy stood up, facing Bill and started a slow jog. He urged her to go faster and prance more...up and down. As she did so her big firm breasts bounced freely without the confines of a support bra. Bill's eyes followed the top-heavy brunette as her tits nearly hit her in the face and then came slapping down into the top of her stomach. "Do you feel any pain?" Bill asked after a few minutes as he turned the remote up to level 2. "No pain at all," Mandy replied smiling. "You can stop then." "Now we'll check for lower back pain and flexibility." Bill informed her. "Turn around, facing away from me, and touch your toes." Mandy did as she was told, knowing that he was going to have a perfect view of her ass and the underside of her hairy pussy as she touched her toes. "O.K. hold it down there," Bill said, "I need to trace your spine and check on your lower back muscles...tell me if anything hurts." Bill stood up leaning over her, the erection in his pants nearly touching the crack in her ass. 'Her ass is so fine,' Bill thought, beads of sweat breaking out on his brow, 'and what a fine pussy...I've gotta have it.' Mandy's new full breasts were pressing into her thighs as Bills hands slowly traced their way down her spine to the muscles just above her buttocks. She shivered as goosebumps jumped out all over her flesh. "Now spread your legs apart so I can check your stability and hip flexion," Bill said matter of factly. Mandy grew warm and flushed as she did what the doctor ordered, knowing that her pussy was fully exposed and vulnerable. "How's that?" she asked meekly. "A little wider...okay....now grab you ankles." The doctor smiled to himself amused at how easy this was. He was seated in a chair right behind her now. Her open pussy staring him in the face, growing slicker with each passing moment as the chip did its work. Mandy began moaning involuntarily as her body quit fighting the chip's stimulation on her clitoris. 'Why am I getting so excited,' she thought, 'Oooooooh it's killing me...I've gotta touch myself!' Her mind challenged her. 'I can't do it with the Bill here,' she fought back with herself. "All right...Mandy... you check out okay so far...now just hop up in the stirrups and I'll do a quick vaginal check." "Uhh...Uhhh...okay doc," Mandy muttered trance-like as her body started to spasm with a mini-orgasm from the chip's enticement. "Are you feeling okay Mandy?" he asked marveling at the experiment. "Yeah...yeah...just fiiiiiiiine!" she squealed at the end, another mini-orgasm hitting her as she moved into the stirrups. Mandy was losing it and at a total loss to explain what was happening to her. Normally very proper and refined, the chip's affect on her psyche was equally as interesting as it was on her physically. The more the sensations increased the more her inhibitions decreased. 'I wish Jack were here to fuck the shit out of me!!' Mandy's mind screamed, while the last of her subconscious was wondering where the words 'fuck' and 'shit' came from. Bill had her locked in and turned the remote up to 3 as he sat into his chair right in front of her widely spread legs. He could barely notice the vibrations coming right above her clitoris; however, the wetness in her pussy was very apparent. She shook again as her juices began dripping onto the floor below. Bill leaned forward with his face as Mandy thrust her hips forward to meet him. As his stiff tongue touched her pussy-hole Mandy let out a scream. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh...lick me...stick your tongue deep into my wet pussy!!" Mandy grabbed the back of Bill's head, thrusting her crotch into his face almost violently as she came in a series of multiple orgasms. Bill tried to keep up with her, a mixture of excitement at licking out this unrestrained beauty and also fear that things were getting totally out of control. He fumbled in his pocket for the remote and accidentally turned it up to 4 instead of back to 2. "Oooooooohhhhh....Gaaahhh Fuck me Bill...fuck me hard...I need you sooooo baaaaaaad...ahhhhhhhhhhh," Mandy's body continued to shake, her forehead heavily wrinkled from her eyes being shut so tight. Bill tore his pants off, his stiff 8-inch cock pumped full of blood, a mixture of red and purple hues. Reaching up with both hands to grab hold of her sensitive tits he first squeezed there fullness and then grabbed the nipples and began pinching and tugging on them. "Aaaaaaahhhhh... yeeeessssss...pinch my tits...oooooohhhh their so sensitive...ooohh....ooooh.....fuck me Bill....please fuck meeeeeee!" Bill slid his hands down to her slim waist, just above her flared hips and pulled himself fully into her deep wetness. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh....that feels so goooooood....give it to me hard....Ooooooooooohhhh." Bill pulled all the way out of her tight but sopping cunt and plunged into her again until his pubic bone crashed into hers. For the next ten minutes he continued pounding into his friend's wife as Mandy continued to be racked with one orgasm after another. Finally Bill could hold off no longer and drove back into her mightily one last time, his ass cheeks clenching tightly as he blasted his cum into her. He continued to hold her hips tightly his full eight inches jammed into her as far as he could go as he cock jumped and sputtered, pouring his full load into the deepest parts of her cunt. In the aftermath Mandy felt completely humiliated and embarrassed at her forcing herself upon her doctor and a married man. She continued apologizing profusely as she tried to wipe away all the juices and sweat on her body, somehow compose herself and get dressed. "Please don't tell Jack about how I acted," she begged Bill, "I'm so ashamed at myself. I feel as if I've betrayed my marriage and our friendship." Bill acted out his part, consoling her and assuring her that he wouldn't say anything to anyone. It was the same as the attorney-client privilege he told her. Before Mandy left, Bill told her that he was concerned about what had happened, would have to document it, and wanted to see her in a week. "I'll keep the real reason a secret," Bill said convincingly, "tell Jack that there were some minor blood work complications, that your not to have sex for another week, and that hopefully it will be resolved next week." Mandy nodded her head slowly, eyes bowed, as she turned to walk out the door. Bill smiled to himself, 'Poor Jack, he's going to be high and dry for another week!' Jack was pissed when he found out he wasn't going to be able to have sex with his wife for another week. Especially after he had prepared a gourmet dinner by candlelight for what he thought would be the first night of sex with Mandy's new 38D tits. He knew Mandy was disappointed as well by the look on her face and didn't want to blame her. After consoling her however he immediately called Bill to get details and ask about the "pleasure chip." "I didn't even get to test it," Bill said, "she was so disappointed after the blood test...I just couldn't bring myself to do it. I'll try again next week. Now remember...no sex this week. It could mess-up the blood work. You've come this far, I know you can do it." A few days later, Bill and Jack were having a few beers at Bill's house. Bill continued to nurse his first beer while popping one after another for Jack, as Jack went on and on about going crazy not being able to have sex with his wife for going on three weeks. After Mandy got over the events at the doctor's office and seeing how hot her husband was getting looking at her change into her pajamas that night she decided that the week would be one of an all out tease on Jack. She changed her clothes as often as she could in front of him, went without wearing a bra or panties, moving around in provocative positions as much as possible. Jack was walking around with a continual erection; his full five inches jutting out proudly. Jack had begged her to suck him off or at the very least beat him off, but Mandy had refused, saying, "if I can't get off then neither can you...and if I catch you beating off then you won't get any next week either!" Coming from a proper virginal upbringi ng, this new teasing act was coming very naturally to her. Jack finished his eighth beer, slurring along about his 'wife the cunt' and how 'Miss big tits' wasn't giving him any, when he passed out. A fly on the wall might have thought the next sequence of events was a bit odd. Bill began undoing Jack's pants, pulling them and his underwear down around his knees. He then pulled a zippered case he had brought along unnoticed, pulling out the precision surgical instruments. Lifting Jack's scrotum, Bill made a tiny incision under it and took the sterile tweezers, gently placing a small chip in before closing him up with a tiny stitch that would disintegrate over 24 hours. "Now," the sinister doctor muttered to himself, "I'll be able to control when, how, and if, Jack will be able to have an erection or orgasm." From this day forward, Jack and Mandy Hinkly's lives would be drastically different. (Part I of III) Address comments to Rhinoman at Rhinoman14@Mindspring.com 5350 1.35/512345