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From: vickietern@aol.com (VickieTern)
Subject: {ASSM} New TG Breasts by Vickie Tern 2/10 femdom F/m etc
Date: Sun, 28 Apr 2002 01:10:05 -0400
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New TG Breasts by Vickie Tern 2/10 Femdom, F/m etc 

                              ii.

She was up ahead of me the next morning, as happens now and then,
doing morning things in the bathroom.  I was fully awake almost at
once and still anxious, deeply worried by the time she came back
into bed for one last lie-in.  What could I say?  I heard the
medicine cabinet door clack open and shut as she got at the
toothpaste and so on, but I realized that I hadn't heard the toilet
flush.  So she'd been up earlier too?  Packing, to leave me?  

That thought disappeared though as her arms suddenly encircled my
neck and she drew me down to her breasts.  "Now!" she said.  "Drink
me!"  And she threw her head back.

I did!  After all those weeks and weeks it was heavenly!  Better
than ever!  She was so very delicious, her suffusions really rich
and aromatic and dense!  And her skin seemed to be perfumed!  Her
saliva-wet breast slid in and out of my mouth, the nipple reaching
far back to be licked by the roof of my tongue, then slipping
forward and almost out to be tickled by my tongue, then sipped by
my lips, then back in, deep, then when my mouth was filled to
bursting back out again, all the while I sucked and sucked and
swallowed down that sweet cream!  Her fluids flowed abundantly from
those beautiful mounds!  

Then when I rose to share a mouthful, she placed her palm against
my lips and turned her face away.  "No, just suck me more, baby,"
she said.  "Just drink me and swallow everything!"  So I did, first
one breast, then the other!  She rose up into climax after climax. 
My stomach filled, yet more fluid came, and I swallowed it all
gratefully!  Usually she stifled her voice as she gasped and cried
out at the height of her orgasms, but this time she screamed out
her joy uninhibited!  That wild sound only added to the crazy sense
of increasingly sweet content I felt!  In the midst of her frenzy
I grew more calm, comfortable, at ease with myself.  Happy.

When my belly was bloated, absolutely swollen, I dipped my head
lower to lick her clit, but she pulled me back up again to her
breasts.  So there was where I loitered, barely able to drink
another drop.  Then finally she wrapped her legs around my waist,
and gave a delicious little wriggle, and my pole slid into the
drenched, soaked, sticky, heated grasp of her pussy, and I came
almost at once!  She grunted her approval as she felt my cock spasm
its jism into her.

"Oh!" was all I could say as spurt after spurt of my sperm squirted
into her.  "Oh!  Oh, sweetheart!  Oh!"

She looked deeply satisfied.  "Oh yes!" she said.  Then when we'd
both calmed down some and were breathing normally, she just said
"See? It could always be like this.  Only with more for both of
us." 

I felt no way argumentative.  So I tried to sound conciliatory. 
"Let's say I agreed," I said.  Maybe calm rationality could bring
her around at last.  "Let's think about it.  It's a private matter,
what we do to please each other.  But think about it.  How could I
ever show myself in public again, with outcroppings of any size at
all?  There's no way a man my size with breasts proportional to the
rest of me wouldn't look as ridiculous as he felt.

"Breasts would add only maybe three inches to your bust if we gave
you a 'C' cup, which is what I'd like for you," she replied, her
answer obviously ready.  "Give or take.  If you were willing to
lose a little more weight and exercise a little more selectively,
lose a little more muscle mass too in your shoulders, you'd end up
with less bust than you've got now overall, maybe, and a whole lot
less middle.  Let's face it, honey, your chest and your waistline
are filling in.  You're not yet middle age-thick, but you hint it. 
I haven't wanted to say anything about it, not while you were being
so disagreeable about this other thing.  But you could use a
different body image to live up to!  You need to take more pride in
your own figure, the way women do."

I thought about it genially.  "I guess that's true," I said
agreeably, my mind reaching toward the "but" that would commence my
next argument.  "You're right, Hayley," I added.

And suddenly everything changed!

I'd meant what I'd just said as a stalling statement, a willingness
to consider these things further, meaning, a readiness to argue
about them indefinitely.  But Hayley heard it as a capitulation! 
She suddenly came to life!  She beamed the most brilliant smile,
and she threw her arms wide open!  "Oh, darling!" she cried out. 
"Come to me!  Let me give you the biggest hug ever, baby!  I'll
love it when you have the cute figure I want for you, one that goes
in and out instead of straight down like a tree trunk!  I'll love
everything about it!  Oh, you adorable man!  I love you!  I love
you!"

I realized then that she'd misunderstood me, and I realized also
with a sinking feeling that there was now no turning back.  If I
seemed to renege she'd be packed and off to Patti's before I could
even get out of bed!  Now I had to go real gentle, I had to delay,
stall!  Was this retrievable?  She'd never accept a recantation! 
"But curves do show," I said.  "And not in a way that's appropriate
for a man!"

Hayley was amused.  "Oh, pooh!" she said, her arms still wide open,
still waiting for me to fall between them.  "'Appropriate' again? 
Of course curves show!  For you to show me your own curvy breasts
is the most appropriate thing in the world for us, especially after
all our silly arguing about it!  For you to show me yours and me to
show you mine!  It's the right thing to do, and you certainly know
that by now!  As for showing them to the public, as if anybody
cares, which they don't, if you're concerned about what other
people may think, total strangers who don't matter, well, I suppose
you could always wear loose shirts when you're out there being seen
by other people.  Or something.  You do wear suits to work, don't
you?  So who'd know?"  

I must have looked dubious, because she added, "But it doesn't
matter what other people think!  You should care more what I
think!"

That was true.  She was probably right that I was exaggerating the
importance of other people's opinions.  What my darling Hayley
wanted was what I should have wanted to provide her.  I sank down
between her arms again, and she enclosed my head and shoulders
protectively.  Then slowly, with one hand, she lifted up one of her
breasts and deliberately offered it to my mouth yet again.  Though
I'd just nursed myself full, this was different.  It was a kind of
reward.  I bent to receive it.  Such a delicious, glorious teat! 
I began to suck again.  Such contentment!  I'd been cruel to deny
her that same pleasure.  I closed my eyes.  

But just before settling in to nurse myself back to sleep, now
feeling more relaxed than in months, I tried one last time.  "How
about in warm weather, when I wear T-shirts?  And how could ever I
go bare-chested at the beach?"  

"Sweetie," she said, "No more!  You never wear sun-block, you're
always saying it's too greasy.  So you can always wear cover-ups
like mine when we're at the beach, it'd be healthier.  You can
borrow one of mine, you've often commented on how pretty they are. 
Or you can get your own.  As for T-shirts or thin clothing on hot
days, well, there are ways to deal with that problem.  Women always
wear lighter clothing than men, remember.  That problem can solve
itself.  As for going bare-chested, of course, I agree with you,
that would be altogether inappropriate.  Because those new boobs of
yours are for me, they're all mine, nobody else's!  Oh, I can't
wait!"

I scarcely heard.  Despite Hayley's misunderstanding and my
inability to deal with it, I felt so mellow!   I was still licking
her nipple delicately with the tip of my tongue, and still sipping
droplets of that sweet syrup as if through a straw.  Exhausted
again, I fell asleep.

"...so we can be back by supper time!" Hayley's voice said.

I opened my eyes.  Not two inches away were Hayley's eyes, looking
sweetly into mine.  She was fully dressed.  I lifted my head and
kissed her nose.  She smiled.  "It's best that we do this while
you're still agreeable, and also while you're still a little spaced
out, honey," she said.  "So you won't worry about it and get all
fretful again."

"Spaced out?" I asked her.  Not that it mattered.  Nothing much
did. 

"I was so angry with you last night!  Really mad!"  Hayley said,
"So this morning I took a double dose of Patti's Prozac, so I
wouldn't do anything foolish like pack up and leave you and move in
with her while I was still angry.  And the Prozac worked!  I didn't
want to leave you!  And now I don't have to leave you at all!"

I considered this.  "You mean it worked on me too?  I filled my
tummy with your Prozac and that's why I got so agreeable, and still
feel so good?  Was that fair?"  

"Yes." Hayley replied.  "Because it brought you to your senses.
All's fair in love, lover.  You've had a nice nap now, and here it
is already late morning!  I hope the effect lasts all day!  Because
today all my wishes are coming true!  Isn't it wonderful?  Hurry
though.  We want to be there for our appointment and be back before
dark.  Certainly we want to be back before all this good feeling
wears off!"

"Hurry where?"  Not that it mattered.

"To see Dr. Portland, you silly!  She's juggled her schedule and
squeezed us in!  It wasn't easy, because the whole procedure takes
nearly two hours with prepping, and she has a long waiting list! 
But I told her how you have special needs, and she knows me, so she
was willing to make an exception.  They're really my special needs
though, aren't they?"  Hayley grinned at me, her face apologetic
yet unabashed, proud of herself. She was so very happy!

Despite what was apparently a stiff dose of tranquilizer still
metabolizing in my system, my customary caution spoke out.  "Are
you sure you want this, Hayley?  I mean, it isn't exactly manly for
me to have ....!"

"There's only one question and one answer you need to think about
now, honey!  And it isn't 'am I sure'!  Of course I'm sure!  It's
the one question Dr. Portland's going to ask you, and she's going
to listen closely to your answer, because men who want their
breasts enlarged are uncommon, so she has to be sure about you. 
I've told her enough already, and all of the preliminaries and
paperwork and so on are being waived or handled by proxy, so right
now we're ready to go except that she needs to hear your personal
consent.  So whatever she asks you, answer her clearly!  I need to
hear right now what you mean to tell her.  The question isn't do I
want this, it's do YOU want this?"

She was looking down at me with that level gaze again, level even
though straight down.  I was still feeling mellow.  I wondered
about kissing the tip of her nose again.  My mind drifted.

Hayley misread my hesitation.  "Patti and her partner have invited
me to live with them, remember.  It's an attractive offer.  It
would be like sleeping and tumbling around night after night with
two soft, overgrown puppies.  She's a wonderful friend and all
that, honey, and I do mean to go to her if you won't do this for
me!  But I don't love her.  I love you.  So I guess now it's a
matter of how much you love me.  So answer the question!"

"A lot," I said.

"Oh," she said.  "I see.  You love me a lot.  That's nice.  I guess
you're still in short attention span country.   I better be clear. 
Do you want this procedure?"

"If you do, yes!"

"No ifs, honey.  When she asks you, just say 'Yes!'"

"Yes!"  Then to reassure her, "Yes, I want it!  Yes to everything!"

"What is it you want?"  She kissed the tip of my nose.  

"Breasts!" I said, looking down at her cleft.  Would it distract
her if I reached for them?  She didn't seem to notice.  "I want
those breasts!"

"Good!" she said.  "You're the most darling man anyone could hope
for!  I love you.  Go shave.  I've laid out your biggest flannel
shirt, the one you've always called a tent?  You'll need it coming
home, what with the bandages and everything.  We'll just whisk you
there and back and it'll soon be all over!"      

I vaguely remember some of what happened next, though I wasn't
there at all for some of it.  This Dr. Portland turned out to be a
quick, intelligent woman with short blonde hair, rather attractive,
all business.  She asked me a raft of questions about transgendered
autogynephilia and homoeroticism and transitional strategies, all
sorts of wordy jargon I didn't understand, mixed in with alphabet
soup talk about RLTs and TGs and TSs and WBTs and DSMs and HRTs and
MtFs.  Whenever she asked a question I answered "Yes!" as
decisively as I could, checking first with Hayley, who was sitting
just behind her.  I practically stopped listening to her as she
read from a checklist of some sort.  I remember that at one point
she was surprised when I blithely answered "Yes!" to a question,
surprised enough for me to look again at Hayley to see if I'd
answered wrong. 

"Really?  Are you sure you won't mind?" Dr. Portland asked me then. 
"You have a beautiful wife, you're asking a lot of her," she added. 
And she turned to ask Hayley if she accepted that decision.  

Hayley didn't seem to be troubled  -- her expression seemed
surprised but agreeably resigned, declaring a kind of "Hey, too bad
but I can deal with it!"  What she said was simply, "If that's what
my honey wants, that's what I want!  I'll cope."

Dr. Portland turned back to me and said "Some wives feel that way,
but many more simply file for divorce.  You're fortunate!  Very
well then.  I'll prepare your implants.  You'll be fine within a
few days, the incisions themselves heal very quickly.  But then
after a few more days the more drastic changes will begin, and
those can be distressing."

"More drastic changes?" I asked.

"Breasts don't just hang from a body in isolation.  They need a
proper environment.  You'll be getting lots of hormones and
medications all at once, and they can hit a male body pretty hard
at first.  It's not used to them.  You'll probably be quite sick
for a few days, bedridden.  But you want it that way?  All at once,
get it done?  You're sure?"    

Behind Dr. Portland's back, Hayley nodded her certainty that this
was how we wanted it.  I nodded that I believed her.

"Good!  Just so we understand.  It's probably for the best.  Then
when your body's fully readjusted it'll be much easier for us to do
anything further you might want done.  Meanwhile I'm sure you'll be
pleased."  

I hadn't the foggiest idea what she was saying, but I saw that
Hayley was now looking at me with real admiration and respect!  So
whatever I'd agreed to, it was all right.  I did so love that
woman!

"After the general discomfort, probably some nausea,  there'll be
a few days or so of gradual recovery, with everything already
functioning as intended.  And well worth it, that's what I'm told
by women like you who've been through this procedure.  Just eat
lightly, and take lots of nourishing fluids.  Try to be active
whenever possible.  My nurse will visit you to help you through the
worst of it.  There're other advantages to eating lightly anyhow,
as I'm sure you know.  By the time your body has accommodated and
you're feeling fine, you'll have slimmed down beautifully, and the
breasts you want will look just glorious on a slim figure.  I
suspect you'll end up with a figure as impressive as your wife's --
you're a lucky girl.  But do remember to drink fluids when nothing
else wants to stay down."

Her reference to "women like you" and her calling me a "lucky girl"
made me uneasy, though I supposed it was merely habit, her patients
were almost all women, and this pre-operational speech sounded
pretty rote.  But the way she described my recovery was troubling. 
Nausea?  Hayley and her friends had recovered almost overnight, and
their new erogenous sensations had appeared almost as quickly, then
intensified over the next weeks with no associated discomfort at
all.  Was I that different?  

Before I could ask, she told me to lie down and signalled a nurse
to start up my IV.  I was almost immediately out of it.  Asleep.

And two hours later we were back home.  It was supper time, as
Hayley had anticipated.  But I wasn't at all hungry.  I was still
zonked by anesthesia, and my whole body felt under siege, stressed,
exhausted, and my chest was terribly, sore, as if I'd had
the skin flayed off.  I told Hayley that.

"You did have your skin lifted," Hayley replied.  "Your implants
are now spread out underneath your skin half-way to each armpit. 
And all sorts of darling things are seeping from them into your
nipples and on out, all sorts of medications.  You were wonderful,
sweetie!  I can't tell you how proud I am.  In a few days you'll
feel fine, for a few days more anyhow.  The soreness will be gone
and your incisions well on their way to healed.  Then as the doctor
said, the next wave will hit you, but we'll have a few days first
to start getting used to everything."

"Worse than now?" I asked, crawling into bed and carefully lying
down on my back.

"Maybe not," she replied.  "Dr. Portman says it'll be like morning
sickness, a rush of hormones that prepare your body to manufacture
its own hormones.  That can get pretty stressful, because your
whole body changes over into the kind that has boobs.  But then
afterward you'll be fine, with no more such problems ever.  You'll
survive, women who have this procedure all survive!  And they all
love it!  And we'll have our whole lives ahead of us!  It'll be so
great!" 

"Yes!" was all I could think to say.  I hoped it was still the
right thing to say.  

I still remembered that much of our conversation when I woke up the
next day.  I felt much less sore, and my head was a lot clearer. 
Hayley was sitting beside my bed.

"You took the day off," I said.

"You're awake!" she replied.  "Do you know how long you've been
asleep?"

"Overnight?" I asked.

"Four days!" she replied.  "Dr. Portman thought you'd heal faster
if you kept perfectly quiet.  So she gave me some shots to keep you
peaceful.   We're both on one month holiday from work now, I
phoned.  I figured, you're going through all this for me, so the
least I can do for you is stay with you to keep you from being
worried and miserable.  How do you feel?"

"Better.  When I came home my chest felt on fire.  Now it's just a
little sore.

"It has every reason to be sore.  You don't know!  When Dr.
Portland cut in she did some sculptural reshaping of the pectoral
muscles under your boobs too, and she took out your two lower ribs,
so your figure could look slimmer still and your boobs more
prominent.  Barry baby, you now have such a long, thin, lovely
waist!  I'm so envious!  She really is a magician!  And the
incisions are almost healed, and the swelling practically gone!  By
tomorrow you'll be up, and the next day you'll feel fine!  Your
skin is already growing into your implants and incorporating them,
and soon it'll be as if you've always had breasts.  She says that
for a few years you won't absolutely need a bra, no more than most
young women with 'C' cups!  Bra-less in a satin blouse, you could
be a sensation, baby, if you ever wanted to be a sensation.  Though
like most of us you'll find wearing bras more comfortable I'm
sure."

I looked down at my chest for the first time.  It was swathed in
bandages.  Atop them was a heavy cotton Prosthetic bra, the kind
Hayley had worn for several days after her procedure.  It supported
two huge mounds that blocked my view of my toes.  "A bra." I said. 
For some reason, having breasts for Hayley's sake and wearing a bra
to support them had never linked up in my mind.  I decided that it
was best to keep the two ideas separate.  A man wearing a bra? 
C'mon!

Hayley understood me.  "That bra's only to hold you in place until
the inserts are secure," she said.  "Just till tomorrow.  Then we
can get you the more usual kind.  I don't advise going bra-less even
when you're all healed.  Women wear bras to look young and firm and
well-projected, and so they won't bounce.  And also because they
like feeling secretly sexy.  But you can decide for yourself,
there're all sorts, lacy, satin, seductive, support, front hooking,
padded, something to delight every heart."

"I have breasts," I said stupidly, still staring at my two huge
padded hillocks.

"Yes honey," Hayley answered softly.  I think she finally
understood that my mind was still waking up to this new world. 
"They're beautiful.  Just like mine.  Just what you wanted.  Let me
give you a sleeping pill and a glass of water, and tomorrow you'll
see for yourself.  This has been a long few days for you I guess! 
One very long day, if we subtract all the time you've been asleep."

"Thank you," was all I could reply.  A long day, yes.  After many
weeks of discord and the near dissolution of my marriage.  I was
glad that Hayley was at last satisfied with me.  That was what I
wanted.  But I did still feel a little bit sore!

end 2/10

VickieTern@AOL.COM

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