Bridie didn’t have a lot of female friends – she’d always been more comfortable hanging out with boys.
At the age of 19, she went through a difficult patch, where she failed out of her university degree, and then found it impossible to get a job.
“I’m so stupid,” she wailed to her friends, “and nobody likes me. What should I do to turn my life around?”
Every one of her male friends gave her the same advice: get a boob job.
“You’ll look so pretty with bigger tits, Bridie,” they told her. “You’ll be certain to get any job you want.”
She complained that she couldn’t afford it – so they all pooled their money to buy her a breast upgrade for her birthday.
And they all recommended the same surgeon to her – a small, expensive operation called “Bimbo Boutique”.
Bridie attended on the day of her appointment, and signed extensive paperwork giving the clinic authority to sedate her and operate on her breasts. Then she was shown into a surgery, and asked to strip naked, and then she was instructed to lie down on an operating table.
To her distress and unease, the doctor then proceeded to strap her arms and legs down, so that Bridie couldn’t move. He then ran a hand over her tits, squeezing them in a decidedly unprofessional way, before moving down to her groin, to spread her cunt-lips and probe her pussy.
She squealed, but the doctor just said, “Sssh.”
Then the door opened – and Bridie’s male friends came in. She made a squeak of humiliation, and tried to free herself from the table – but she was trapped, and helpless to stop all the boys she knew from ogling her nude body.
“Ah, gentlemen,” said the doctor. “Thank you so much for funding Bridie’s upgrade. Can I ask you which of our specialist packages you’d like to take advantage of?”
Gavin, at the front of the group of boys, said, “Can you walk us through the options, doctor?”
“Of course,” said the doctor. “Here at Bimbo Boutique, we don’t just create larger tits. Instead, we curate a full bimbo experience. Basically we have five packages on offer.”
He handed each of the boys a pamphlet detailing the options.
“The first option is what we call the Punching Bags,” said the doctor. “They’re designed for the woman who expects to entertain men by letting them punch or whip her in the tits. The implants are made of reinforced material to prevent them bursting. We enhance the nerve endings in her breasts, to make sure she not only retains full sensitivity but actually feels more stimulation and pain than she would have before the procedure. And the implants contain pressure sensors, so that whenever she’s punched they release a chemical that increases her arousal.”
“The second option is the Fuck Balloons,” the doctor continued. “In this package, each breast is enlarged to be roughly the size of the woman’s head. They will appear cartoonishly huge, and no one will ever be able to look at her without knowing that she deliberately chose to be a whorish fuckdoll.”
“I like these,” said Gavin. “Go on.”
“The third option is the Sex Cow,” said the doctor. “In addition to enlarging the breasts, we also enlarge the capacity of her milk ducts, and preserve her ability to lactate and express milk. The implants contain slow-release pro-lactation drugs. The result will leave her boobs constantly swollen with milk, and leaking indiscriminately from the nipples, and she will be in pain from her over-full udders any time that she isn’t being actively milked.”
“The fourth is the Trophy Tits,” the doctor went on. “These are boobs that are designed to be on display. They’re injected with chemicals that leave them irritated and sore from contact with most common fabrics, making it enormously painful for the woman to wear bras or dresses. And, conversely, small photoreceptive implants release endorphins when the woman exposes her tits to sunlight. Women with this package quickly learn to keep their fuckbags exposed to view.”
“And finally,” the doctor concluded, “we have the Stupid Cunt Special. This is for women who want to become a bimbo just not just in body, but in mind as well. The implants release a drug that inhibits rational thought and increases suggestibility, making the woman stupid and submissive. In addition, implants with embedded microphones will electro-shock the woman’s tits if they hear her using words of more than two syllables, or raising her voice for any reason. We can also set them to discipline the woman’s vocal register, to help her raise the pitch of her voice to a higher and more bimbo-like level.”
The boys conferred amongst themselves, and then Gavin said, “Is it possible to give her all five packages at once?”
“Absolutely,” said the doctor, “providing you’re willing to pay the price. You do understand that this will ruin her life, and leave her a brainless sex-object, dependent on the guidance of men?”
“Yes,” said Gavin. “That sounds perfect. I think it’s exactly what Bridie was born to be.”
Bridie, meanwhile, was struggling desperately against her restraints. “No!” she said. “Please! This isn’t what I wanted…”
“Yes, it is,” said the doctor. “Or at least it will be. We’re going to play a little hypnotic tape into headphones that you’re going to wear while you’re sedated, and by the time you wake up, you’ll be convinced that this is all something that you chose to do to yourself, because you’re a slut who wanted to be degraded.”
The doctor looked at the boys. “The drugs are going to make her forget all this after she’s sedated,” he said. “They’re basically date rape drugs. Do any of you want to fuck her before I put her under?”
It turned out that all the boys did. The doctor gave Bridie an injection in her clitoris to make her aroused, and then the boys took turns fucking her cunt and mouth as Bridie struggled and wept.
“Don’t worry, Bridie,” said Gavin, as he raped her pussy. “You’re going to look so pretty with your giant new cow-tits. You were worried that no one would like you – but now *everyone* is going to want to fuck you. And you’ll have no trouble getting a job. We already know *dozens* of people who will pay to fuck you after your operation…”
And they made her thank them for buying her new tits, by kissing each of their cocks, before the doctor finally put her under for the operation…
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Bridie's friends convince her to get a boob-job - but they have more planned for her than just the basic option.