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 nave 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 nave 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 nave 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
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