Chapter 1: Doctor's Orders

I sat patiently in the waiting room, with my legs crossed and my hands folded. I'd been waiting nearly 45 minutes now, and I was not a patient person.

I did another quick scan around the room. Is it just me or are most of the patients here attractive women? I covertly glanced at a few women's chests, feeling envious of their modest, cute breasts. I peeked down at my 34 G's, nearly busting at the seam of the largest size in this style shirt I could find.

I sighed, once again motivated to go through with this procedure. I wanted to undergo breast reduction surgery. I'm tired of carrying around these humongous tits, on my small, slender frame. I always had a sore back and constantly got hit on by perverts.

I can't even begin to count how many men have had full-on conversations with me, without ever looking at my face. I'll admit, a part of me used to like the attention, and hell I even used to use them to get what I want. But I feel enough is enough!

"Jessie?" the receptionist called. I stood up and felt my huge tits bounce just from a simple movement like that. See what I mean?

"Dr. Finch's office is right down the hall, he'll be right with you," she said in a friendly tone. I saw her check out my cleavage and rolled my eyes in frustration. I've had my fair share of female attention over the years too. Trust me, it gets old!

"I walked into the doctor's well-furnished office and took a seat. While he was still MIA I looked around his office at all his fancy framed degrees and paintings. A particular picture caught my eye and I walked over to it to get a better look. It was Dr. Finch holding a golden retriever. Dear Lord, he was ridiculously attractive!

He looked to be in his late 30's, with only a few faint wrinkles around his eyes. His hair was luscious and dark with a few grays at the side. He had a great complexion, sexy blue eyes, and bright white teeth. Gosh, now I can see why so many hot women flocked to his office.

"His name's Baxter," Dr. Finch said from behind, scaring the living hell out of me. I turned quickly and blushed with embarrassment. He had an amused smile on his face and closed the door, holding his hand out to me.

"I don't believe we've met young lady. Dr. Finch," he introduced. I shook his large hand and momentarily imagined him fingering me with those fingers. "Jessie, why don't you take a seat?"

He smiled even wider and gestured for me to have a seat while he went through some papers. "Ah, I see you're interested in reconstructive surgery, Jessie." I nodded, and swiftly licked my lips. "Yes, I am pretty set on having my breasts reduced to a smaller cup size."

He pulled a chair out and sat facing me. "Mhm. How old are you sweetheart and what is your current cup size?"

"I turned 19 three months ago and they're 34 G." I couldn't help but notice I bit my bottom lip while Dr. Finch scrutinized my body.

"Well, that is certainly quite a lot to carry on your frame. Why don't we take a look?" He said, smiling again.

For a second I paused, but then I remembered all those tv shows I've seen of women getting implants. They always have to take off their shirts so the doctor can see what he or she had to work with.

Timidly, I removed my top and lit up under the doctor's admiring gaze. I reached back and unclasped my bra, letting my huge milky tits spill out in all their naked glory. It was quite chilly in the office and my nipples embarrassingly pointed out.

"You have beautiful breasts, Jessie." Dr. Finch said. I didn't know whether to accept the compliment or be creeped out, but my body was telling me to do the former.

"Let's get a better look," he whispered, pushing my hair back behind my shoulders. With each hand, he delicately took hold of my big, pillowy tits and massaged them. I could feel my pussy tingling with excitement as moisture collected in my panties. Every trace of professionalism was gone from the doctor's face. Lust replaced his friendly demeanor, and it was turning me on.

"You know Jessie, you've received an incredible gift that I'm not quite sure you want to be rid of. Tits like these are incredibly rare," he whispered mashing the creamy flesh in his hands. I said nothing and closed my eyes, enjoying the doctor's gentle rubs and squeezes.

Just his touch alone made me want to come. A small moan escaped my mouth, as the doctor twisted my nipples. He chuckled and before I knew it, his warm mouth was kissing and sucking on my breasts. He licked the pink areola and nibbled ravenously, leaving what I'm sure would be a trail of hickeys tomorrow morning.

His mouth full of breast, he slid his hand up my skirt and pulled aside my panties, feeling his way along my wet slit. He thrust two thick fingers in my soaking cunt and fucked me with them. I cried out and spread my legs wider, enjoying the electrifying feeling of his fingers inside of me.

"I know big titted whores like you only want one thing: to get fucked by hard, thick cocks, right?" He whispered in my ear. I nodded without really understanding the question and gyrated my hips to his fingers deep inside me.

"Beg me, Jessie. Beg me to fuck you like a big titted whore deserves to get fucked," he said, through clenched teeth.

"Please doctor! Please fuck me, before it's too late" I begged, on the brink of exploding from his rough, merciless finger fucking.

He immediately removed his fingers making me cry out in protest. Lifting me easily, he carried me to his desk and bent me over it schoolgirl style. He grabbed my swinging tits and bounced them up and down, mashing them together.

I heard him unzip his fly and drop his pants down to his ankles. He positioned my right leg on the desk with my left leg firmly planted on the ground. I couldn't wait any longer. I needed to be filled with his thick, hard rod right now.

He lifted my skirt and slammed into my tight pussy, making me scream out in pleasure. He held onto my hair and repeatedly slammed into my cunt with crazed lust. My huge milky tits bounced and swung out of control as my body quaked with each deep penetration.

He spanked my ass painfully and slapped my swinging tits, alternating between slapping and mashing them.

"This is how a whore needs to be fucked Jessie," Dr. Finch said, drilling my pussy relentlessly. His hanging balls loudly slapped against my cunt.

My orgasm came searing hot and painful. Tremors overtook my entire body as I collapsed against him. He continued to fuck me even as I couldn't hold myself up until he shot a thick, hot rope of cum inside of me. My big milky tïts were marked with bites and red handprints, and my pussy was full of hot cream.

"I want you to think twice about that reduction. Doctor's orders," Dr. Finch whispered, pulling us both on top of the desk.

I breathed heavily and looked over at the beautiful flushed, spent man.

"I might need a second round of convincing," I said. He looked at me, smiled mischievously, and climbed on top of me.