Genetic Sluts 3

 

"This is the largest I feel I'd be comfortable recommending, Ms Black. You have a small frame, and although your skin is elastic due to your youth, I wouldn't necessarily advise going quite so big. Why not start smaller and then go for a larger implant down the road?"

But Penelope couldn't shake the feeling that she needed to go big. "My friend went from a B to a D cup, and from the moment I hugged her hello I just kept on thinking that it wasn't big enough, that I should be bigger than her. Much bigger. I'm dreaming about it at night, I can't concentrate at work... I need big breasts."

Dr Grieves looked at Penelope shifting in her seat. This wasn't normal behaviour. "Ms Black, did you ever think about getting breast enhancement before your friend had hers?"

"No..."

"And do you know anyone else with implants?"

"I don't think so."

"Hmmm. Could you please take off your blouse and bra?" Penelope complied, and the doctor felt around her nipples for a moment or two. Penelope let out an involuntary moan. "Have you been unusually aroused since you met your friend?"

"I... I have. It's been constant." Penelope blushed, but the doctor noted that she was squeezing her thighs together.

"Well, I think I have an explanation. Did you come here alone today?"

"My husband is out in the waiting room."

"I'm going to call him in. You both need to hear this."

Penelope's husband Harry was brought in and sat holding his wife's hand. Dr Grieves asked him about his wife's behaviour and told him to be honest.

"She's been unusually horny this last week - waking me up with, er, oral sex, lots of dirty talk. We even tried anal sex for the first time! She always said no, but this time it was her idea!"

The doctor sat in her high backed chair and fixed the couple with an unreadable gaze. "Harry, your wife has a condition that she was most likely born with. This may seem shocking and strange, but there is something in her genetic make up that has been activated by proximity to her friend's breast implants. Penelope's desire to get implants of her own, her sex drive, her suggestibility and discomfort... It's all because of this condition. And it's never going go away. She's going to become more fixated on sex, she's going to become less able to control herself until she undergoes a change."

"What kind of change?"

"I don't know, or rather it's not possible to accurately predict. Her sexual characteristics will likely become exaggerated. She'll be very fertile. Her intelligence will probably be reduced. She'll need help navigating life, but she'll be grateful. She may age slightly, but as you're both still in your early twenties that won't be so bad. The catalyst for the change will be right here, as I give her breast implants."

"Those big ones there?" Harry indicated the ones that the doctor had shown Penelope, with a delighted look on his face.

"No... They won't be nearly big enough to satisfy her. In these cases, only the largest will do. I'm going to give her ones twice that size." Opening a cabinet, Grieves withdrew a box and a pot of lotion. "Please rub this onto your wife's chest. I'll get these ready." Harry and Penelope kissed tenderly as he massaged the cool white ointment into her breasts. "Does that feel good, Penelope?"

Biting her lip in pleasure, Penelope nodded. "Am I going to be okay?"

"Yes honey. From what the doctor tells me, you're going to get your new implants today, and you're going to feel like a new woman." Penelope's small breasts became pliant and rubbery under Harry's fingers. With shock, he realised he had accidentally slipped a digit inside one of her nipples. Inside it was hot and grasping, and pulled at his fingertip as of it were a sucking mouth.

Holding a huge saline bag in both hands, Dr Grieves gently ushered Harry to one side and began to rub it gently over Penelope's nipple. In a second, the hole that Harry's finger had been in was wide open, and the tender pink flesh was swallowing the massive implant. Penelope gasped, moaned, and her hands began rubbing between her legs. "You can help your wife by following her lead, Harry."

Harry sat behind his wife and began kissing her neck and ear, and slid his hand down her flat stomach to join hers. "Oh honey, how does it feel to have that huge bag stretching your skin?" The first implant was settling into place and it was huge, round, almost laughably fake looking. "It looks so fucking hot to me... oh god, you're so wet. You... you love this. You want it! You want to turn into a huge breasted slut!"

Penelope was cumming hard. "Mmmmmgah! Yes! Fuck! Oh yes baby, I can feel it happening! My legs are stretching! My brain is... boiling! Ahhh hehe hehehe!" She giggled as the doctor inserted the second implant. Her face was altering - her cheekbones raising, her eyes darkening. Her skin began to shift as permanent make up bubbled out of her pores and set on her face. She was giddy with delight as she flexed her new, long legs and finally left her pussy to maul her giant boobs. On her fingertips, her nails grew, then grew again, curving and becoming scarlet. Her toenails, astonishingly, did the same, pushing beyond the lip of her open toed sandals.

Harry stood and unzipped his trousers, pulling out his thick erection. "Here's your first cock as a new bimbo, Penelope. Get on your knees and suck it."

"Oh, yes please! Feed me your cum, baby!" Penelope started blowing her husband in earnest as Dr Grieves watched, quite aroused herself. These transformations, which were rare but not exactly a secret among cosmetic surgeons, always came with some degree of sexual expression. Grieves made a few notes as she watched Penelope age slightly, her hands becoming a little more wrinkled and fine lines appearing on her face. She was perhaps 30 rather than 22 now.

Harry was clearly over the moon with this development. "You're so beautiful now honey. Show me those huge tits. Bounce them around. Oh god, you look like such a fucking whore. I'm going to cum all over your slut face!"

Thick cum splashed against her face, slopping into her mouth and over her big tits. As Harry's spurts subsided, Penelope locked her mouth over his cock and began sucking and licking as if to retrieve every drop.

"I'll bill you for the implants, but the rest is on me. I hope the two of you have fun. And please, stay in touch." Dr Grieves handed the couple a box of tissues and left them to clean up.

Harry and Penelope came back to see the Dr Grieves every few months. They always seemed so happy and in love, and Harry told the doctor how much more satisfied they both were with their lives. Harry had to work more to make up for the income Penelope could no longer contribute, but when he hit on the idea of selling videos of her outrageous body money started rolling in. They sent a membership to the website to Grieves for free every year. Grieves was always too polite and professional to tell the couple that she fucked herself silly watching their facial videos most weekends.

Eventually, Penelope got pregnant. Her body became even more extreme as her breasts filled with milk and her belly became round and full. Dr Grieves had advised them that their child would likely carry the slut gene too, and when through puberty would need to transform just as Penelope had.

The couple seemed delighted by this, and promised to bring any offspring they might have to Dr Grieves!