Chapter 2: The Sales Pitch
The room smelled like money, antiseptic, and something else—something thick and primal, like the musk of a predator marking its territory. Dr. Chad Deal’s office was a temple to vanity, all gleaming surfaces and floor-to-ceiling windows that framed the ocean like a postcard. He gestured toward the leather couch with a practiced smile, his tailored suit clinging to his muscular frame like a second skin. “Please, make yourselves comfortable,” he said, his voice smooth as silk. Alex slouched on the couch, in awe of the posters of big titted porn stars plastered across every inch of the wall. Behind Dr. Deal were several thank you cards from happy husbands. One read, "Thank you Dr. Deal for making my wife's tits so fucking huge. I can't get enough of them. She's a whole new woman, and I'm a whole new man. Every night is like our honeymoon." Another read, "I can't believe how much bigger they are. I fuck my wife every day, and she loves it. She's a fucking sex machine now." Just reading this made Alex's cock rise up.
He felt belonging and validation. This office was a shrine to bimbo tits and he was a devout monk.
Ava perched on the edge of the couch, her hands twisting in her lap like she was trying to wring out her nerves. “I’m still… considering everything,” she said, her voice trembling. The words felt hollow, like she was reading from a script she didn’t believe in. She glanced at Alex, who was leaning back, his arm draped casually over the back of the couch, his eyes already glinting with anticipation.
Dr. Deal chuckled confusingly, a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through the room. “Considering?” His gaze lingered on her chest, his eyes narrowing as if he were already imagining her stripped bare on his operating table. “We could go subtle, enhance your natural curves. Or… we could go big." Alex leaned forward, his elbows on his knees, his voice dripping with excitement. “Big, Doc. Definitely big.” He shot Ava a look that was equal parts encouragement and command, his grin wide and unapologetic. Ava felt her stomach twist, but she kept her face neutral, her hands still gripping each other like a lifeline.
Dr. Deal’s smile widened, his teeth gleaming under the office lights. “Excellent.” He strode over to a large screen mounted on the wall, tapping it to life with a flourish. The screen lit up with a slideshow of before-and-after photos, each one showcasing women with breasts so unnaturally round and firm they looked like they belonged on a mannequin. “These are all my creations,” he said, his voice brimming with pride. “Each one a masterpiece. I sculpt, I mold, I transform." Ava stared at the photos, her throat tightening with every image. These women didn’t look real—they looked like caricatures, their bodies distorted into something grotesque and alien.” she asked weakly, her voice barely audible over the hum of the air conditioning.
"Are they… happy?" Ava asked weakly, her voice barely audible over the hum of the air conditioning. Dr. Deal chuckled, a dismissive sound that made Ava's skin crawl, his lips curling into a smirk. "Happiness is a state of mind, darling," he said, his tone dripping with condescension. He leaned against his desk, arms crossed, his muscles straining against the fabric of his suit. "But I assure you, their partners are ecstatic." The way he emphasized "partners" made Ava feel like a commodity, something to be traded and consumed. "Happy? They're probably getting railed every night. That's what I call happy." He winked at Ava, his grin wide and lecherous, his meaning unmistakable. Ava looked away, her cheeks burning with humiliation, a wave of nausea churning in her stomach. The room felt suffocating, the air thick with the weight of their expectations."I don't know," she stammered, her voice trembling. "It just seems like a lot. "Alex shot her a look of thinly veiled annoyance, his jaw tightening as he leaned forward. "A lot of what? Attention? Pleasure? What's the problem, Ava?" His tone was sharp, cutting through the air like a knife. He gestured toward Dr. Deal with a flick of his hand. "Doc's offering you a fucking masterpiece here. Don't act like it's some kind of burden."
Dr. Deal smoothly intervened, defusing the tension with a practiced ease. "
Perhaps Ava would like to see some of our… testimonials?" he suggested, gesturing toward a shelf lined with leather-bound albums. "Real women, real stories. All thrilled with their… transformations." He winked, the gesture predatory and knowing, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of confidence and something darker, more primal. Ava hesitated, her fingers twitching in her lap, but Alex was already on his feet, eager to see the proof. "Yeah, show us the goods, Doc," he said, his voice thick with anticipation, his grin wide and hungry.
Alex grabbed one of the albums, flipping through it with a lascivious grin. "Look at these, babe!" he exclaimed, his eyes scanning the glossy pages with a mix of awe and lust. "This one went from an A-cup to a DD! And this one… Jesus, Doc, you’re a goddamn artist!" He shoved the album towards Ava, pointing at a photo of a woman with breasts so large they looked like they might burst. The woman’s face was blank, almost vacant, her eyes devoid of any emotion. She looked like a doll, a plaything, not a real person. Alex’s voice was thick with admiration, his excitement palpable as he leaned closer to Ava. "Isn’t she fucking incredible?"
Ava stared at the photo, her stomach churning. The woman’s face was blank, almost vacant, her eyes devoid of any emotion. She looked like a doll, a plaything, not a real person. Ava’s hands trembled as she held the album, the weight of it pressing down on her like a physical burden. She glanced at the ocean view, the waves crashing against the shore like a relentless reminder of her impending loss of control. "I… I don’t know," she stammered, pushing the album away. "It’s just… a lot to take in." Her voice was barely audible, a whisper lost in the vastness of the room.
Dr. Deal leaned in, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Think of it as an investment, Ava," he said, his tone smooth and persuasive. "An investment in yourself. In your future." He reached out, gently touching her arm, his fingers lingering a moment too long, the contact sending a shiver down her spine. "With the right… enhancements, you’ll be unstoppable." His eyes bore into hers, searching for any sign of resistance, his smile widening when he found none. Ava felt a strange mix of fear and resignation, her body going rigid under his touch.
Alex nodded eagerly, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "He’s right, babe!" he said, his voice filled with excitement. "You’ll be a goddamn goddess! I can’t wait to show you off to all my friends." He wrapped his arm around her, pulling her close, his grip possessive and suffocating. Ava felt trapped, like she was drowning in their shared fantasy. She looked from Alex to Dr. Deal, their faces mirroring each other’s predatory hunger. She was nothing more than a blank canvas, a project to be molded and shaped to their desires.
Dr. Deal straightened, his smile widening. "Well, then," he said, his voice filled with satisfaction. "Shall we discuss the specifics? Size, shape, projection… the possibilities are endless." He gestured to a chair in front of his desk, his eyes never leaving Ava’s chest, his gaze lingering on her like a predator sizing up its prey. Ava hesitated, feeling like she was walking to the gallows, but Alex nudged her forward, his hand on the small of her back. "Go on, babe," he urged, his voice filled with excitement. "This is your moment."
As Ava sat down, feeling like she was sinking into quicksand, Dr. Deal pulled out a tray of silicone implants, each one perfectly round and unnervingly lifelike. "These are our most popular models," he said, holding up a pair of implants the size of cantaloupes. "The ‘Bombshell’ collection. Guaranteed to turn heads." His voice was filled with pride, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of confidence and something darker, more primal. Ava stared at the implants, her stomach churning, her hands trembling in her lap. She felt like she was being reduced to a collection of measurements and numbers, her body dissected and objectified like a piece of meat.
Alex whistled, his eyes glued to the implants. "Those are the ones, Doc!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with excitement. "The bigger, the better! I want her to have a rack that could kill a man!" He grinned, his eyes gleaming with anticipation, his excitement palpable. Ava felt a wave of nausea wash over her, her body going rigid under his touch. She looked from Alex to Dr. Deal, their faces mirroring each other’s predatory hunger. She was nothing more than a blank canvas, a project to be molded and shaped to their desires.
Dr. Deal chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down Ava’s spine. "Don’t worry, Alex," he said, his voice filled with confidence. "We’ll make sure Ava gets exactly what she… needs." He shot Ava a wink, his meaning unmistakable, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of confidence and something darker, more primal. Ava felt a strange mix of fear and resignation, her body going rigid under his touch. She looked from Alex to Dr. Deal, their faces mirroring each other’s predatory hunger.
As Dr. Deal began to outline the procedure, detailing the incisions and the recovery process, Ava felt herself slipping further and further away. She was no longer present, no longer in control of her own body. She was simply a mannequin, waiting to be dressed and displayed. Alex, meanwhile, was practically vibrating with excitement, peppering Dr. Deal with questions about cleavage and nipple placement. "Yeah, Doc, we want them perky, you know? Like, really perky," he said, his voice filled with excitement. "And the cleavage, I want it deep, like, really deep." He grinned, his eyes gleaming with anticipation, his excitement palpable.
As the consultation drew to a close, Ava found herself agreeing to a surgery date, the words slipping out of her mouth like a reflex. She stood up, feeling numb and detached, the ocean view outside a mocking reminder of the freedom she was about to surrender. As she turned to leave, she saw Dr. Deal and Alex exchanging a knowing glance, a silent acknowledgment of their shared victory. Ava felt a strange mix of fear and resignation, her body going rigid under his touch. She looked from Alex to Dr. Deal, their faces mirroring each other’s predatory hunger.
Alex asks, "what's the best size and profile for tittyfucking?" Dr. Deal grins and Ava starts to moisten, "For a proper tittyfuck, you want something like this," he says, holding up a pair of implants that look like they belong on a barbie doll. "ultra high profile, frim, Full, round, and firm. This creates a perfect crevice for your manhood so you can pound to your delight." He grins, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of confidence and something darker, more primal. "And the size? At least 450cc. High and perky, so they stay in place while you're fucking them." Alex feels a wave of euphoria in his cock. He's never felt so hard in his life. He can't wait to see Ava's new tits. He can't wait to fuck them.
Alex curiously asks, "Dr. Deal, why did you become a plastic surgeon, is it because you like to look at tits all day lol"
Dr. Chad Deal chuckles darkly, his voice dripping with arrogance. "Because I love the power of transformation." he explains. "I get to engineer every woman who walks into my office into a hot, state of the art fuckdoll. I have always loved large breasts. But most big tits belong to fat saggy whales, who just look like loaves about to spill out of their shirts. It always upset me growing up, which is why i studied so hard to go to med school. Now i get to make a girl into the perfect fuck doll. I love it when their implants are so big they can't even sit up straight. It makes them so much easier to fuck."
Dr. Deal's voice was like a snake oil salesman's, smooth and persuasive, but Ava could feel the venom dripping from every word. She shifted in her seat, her thighs pressing together as she tried to stifle the heat that was building between them. She glanced at Alex, who was practically vibrating with excitement, his cock straining against the zipper of his pants.
His eyes burned with lust as he imagined the future he and Dr. Deal were planning for Ava—her body transformed, her tits swollen, heavy, and full, her nipples pinched into tight little points. The thought made his mouth water.
Ava's breath hitched as an unexpected warmth pooled between her legs. She shifted in her seat, her thighs pressing together as if she could contain the growing ache. The way Dr. Deal's voice dripped with dark promises, the way Alex watched her now, like she was already his bimbo doll to be used and displayed—it was too much to bear.
Dr. Deal leaned forward, his muscular frame filling the space between them.