Author: Knight
Title: More Than Cosmetic
Part: 1
Summary: Margaret awakes following her breast enlargement procedure, and


   finds that she's got more than she bargained for...  Keywords: oral,
transformation, mc, slut

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   Note From The Knight:

   More Than Cosmetic (provisionally entitled Skin Deep, and I'm not sure I
don't prefer that title) was written at the subtle suggestion of the
marvellous Melissa, an imaginative and - well, frankly, perverted young
lady.  Look for more stories in the next couple of days, and, in the
meantime, enjoy!

   And remember: more feedback = more stories!

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   More Than Cosmetic

   The light pouring through the window was strange, Margaret thought
sleepily, then realised why: surely it was too yellow, to bright to be
natural?  It trickled through the blinds like liquid gold and pooled lazily
on the tiled floor.  Who would melt so much gold, just so they could pour
it into her room?  Would it burn her if she tried to get out of bed?  On
the other hand, the thought of climbing from her warm, comfortable bed was
so unappealing that the thought of being trapped in bed was almost welcome.
Perhaps I'll just stay here.  Perhaps I'll just sleep...

   "How do you feel, Miss Carter?" The voice seemed, all at once, to be
very far away and right against her ear, rich and deep and heavy with
authority.

   "Fine," she murmured, then smiled sleepily.  "Better.  I feel great."

   "Excellent.  That's the effect of the hypnosis, Miss Carter."

   Hypnosis?  Margaret frowned slightly, though the expression felt alien
and uncomfortable.

   "Conventional anesthetics would have left you bruised and uncomfortable,
but this technique reduces the physical trauma and leaves you with a
pleasant post-hypnotic glow."

   Slowly, Margaret raised her head.  A man was leaning over her, a
distinguished-looking man in his mid-fifties.  A name swam into her mind.
Doctor Calvin.  That's who he is.  He's going to fix me...

   "Pleasant," she murmured.  "Yeah."

   "Now, what do you think of your new breasts?"

   "Oh...  oh my God." Realisation burst through Margaret's befuddled mind
like a tidal wave.  She had gone to a cosmetic surgery clinic to have her
breasts enlarged.  Not by any measure unattractive, Margaret had always
felt let down by her small, shapeless breasts.  She knew she would feel
better by having them enlarged, she could finally be the woman she always
wanted to be, confident, attractive, sexy.  She had been prepared for
surgery, even booking her appointment at the clinic, but Doctor Calvin had
taken a personal interest in her case, and had explained the details of an
exciting new procedure.  Injections of a genetically-engineered growth
hormone into the breast tissue would lead to sudden and pronounced growth -
and, to counteract the pain of the procedure, Doctor Calvin would place the
patient in a deep hypnotic trance.  No ugly scars, no sacks of silicon gel
waiting to burst or leak, and no pain.  Margaret had wrestled with the
decision for ten long, lonely minutes, but her fear of the surgeon's knife
had outweighed her caution at this relatively untested medical procedure,
and she had finally agreed to Doctor Calvin's offer with a great feeling of
relief and excitement.

   Margaret struggled to sit upright, took a deep, cleansing breath, looked
down, and blinked.  Her loose robe was open to the waist, given her a clear
view of two mountainous breasts.  Where once there had been two sad little
bulges, topped with a miserly nipples that could be mistaken for teenage
zits, now there were titanic beauties, rounded masses of soft, smooth
flesh, adorned with generous red nipples that stood proudly erect.  Their
weight was strangely comforting, and, distantly, a strange tingle of
excitement ran through her body.

   Forcing herself to raise her gaze, Margaret blinked at Doctor Calvin. 
"But, I thought -"

   "What?"

   As if unaware of the movement, Margaret raised her hands and began to
touch and caress the generous globes.  "I thought I was going to a D-cup,
Doctor.  These are - are these really mine?"

   "Of course they are, Miss Carter.  We took advantage of your hypnotic
state to take you a little larger, that's all.  You are now the proud owner
of F-cup tits, perfect for the slut-about-town."

   Margaret blinked again, and looked up at the grey-haired doctor
uncertainly.  "But I -"

   Doctor Calvin sighed.  "Think of it this way, Miss Carter.  We live, as
I'm sure you are aware, in a sexualised society.  What would the media do
without an ample supply of generously-endowed young women who were willing
to take their clothes off at the slightest provocation?  What would the
advertising industry do without ?  What would the sex industry do without
porn stars and strippers?  Not to mention, of course, the oldest profession
in the world: men who are brought up on a regular diet of
pneumatically-enhanced beauties aren't going to be satisfied with a whore
who would struggle to fill an A-cup?"

   The euphoric glow had completely faded.  "W-what does that have to do
with me?" Margaret stammered.

   Doctor Calvin sat on the edge of the bed and began to remove his latex
gloves.  "Economics, Miss Carter.  When there is a demand, there must be a
supply.  The world wants sluts with big, bouncing tits, and we are in the
prefect position to supply them.  You were a receptionist, I believe,
before your procedure?"

   "I still am," whispered Margaret, but Doctor Calvin shook his head
firmly.

   "No.  No, that's quite impossible.  Answering telephones would be a
waste of your wonderful new body, dear girl.  Considering how well you've
turned out..." He frowned reflectively, and tapped the end of his silver
fountain pen against his chin.  "I dare say we can start you with some
soft-porn shoots, maybe some live appearances, before moving on to a
full-length hardcore feature by Christmas.  How does that sound?"

   Margaret struggled to sit up, blinking away tears.  "I don't want to,"
she said, her voice thick with emotion.  "I won't do it.  You can't - God,
you can't make me do it!"

   "Well, that's the key phrase, isn't it, Miss Carter?  'Make' you.  You
came here, unhappy with your body, and I made you into something new. 
Something beautiful.  Something wonderful."

   "I won't be a whore," Margaret whispered, a single hot tear running down
her face.

   "Of course not.  You're far too attractive.  No, I dare say you'll be an
international celebrity, the fuck-toy of the rich and famous, the wet dream
of a million adolescents.  And the best part is, Miss Carter, that you'll
enjoy every moment - you'll love it."

   "Never."

   "Oh, come now.  Do you think I would set you on this new path without
seeing to your ongoing well-being?" He smiled and shook his head, then
suddenly reached out and squeezed Margaret's left breast.  She gasped at
the feeling, though the sensation that rushed through her body was not the
anger she suspected.  It was...

   "Oh, no," she breathed.

   It was pleasure: burning, tingling, aching pleasure.  Under his firm
touch, her nipple hardened immediately, and a hot surge of desire swept
through her.

   "A post-hypnotic suggestion, dear girl.  From now on, your sexual
responses are not yours to control.  You will rebuff no advance; you will
be open and accessible." This was followed by a soft chuckle.  "In every
sense of the word," he added with a smile.

   "Doctor, please, I -"

   "Suck my cock, Miss Carter."

   For an instant, a violent revulsion blazed through her mind, but her
tongue was busy moistening her pink lips.  Her mouth was filled with the
taste of throbbing male flesh, of the sweet salty tang of his sex.  She
reached for his trousers, unthinking, unable to fight the urge to comply
with his demand.

   Doctor Calvin watched with keen interest as Margaret bent double, the
swollen flesh of her new breasts impeding her movements only slightly, and
fumbled with his belt buckle.  A moment later, and his modest penis was
released from his underpants, only for Margaret to eagerly take it into her
mouth.  He sighed happily and made a small note on his clipboard.  This was
the best result so far.  The section of the hypnotic re-programming that
dealt with the subject's attitude toward oral sex was a new addition,
entirely his own creation: under it's influences, the patient would happily
suck off a passing stranger or even a member of her own family just for a
mouthful of creamy cum - so powerful was the compulsion that one of the
test subjects had actually performed oral sex on her pet Labrador in order
to satisfy the craving.  The craving was independent of her own sexual
satisfaction, so the compulsion would return every few days regardless of
her other activity, a fact which caused him enormous pleasure.  Even
without the considerable amount of money he made from these procedures,
William Calvin would happily have continued with the project just to
unleash more cum-hungry sluts on the people of the world.

   Margaret, meanwhile, sucked happily, conscious only of the feel and
taste of this wonderful dick, and the distant damp heat of her pussy. 
Suddenly, Doctor Calvin pulled backward, his thin penis slipping from her
mouth, only to spill a generous dollop of sperm over her chin and titanic
breasts.  He nodded in contented fashion, the pressed the moist tip back
against her lips so that she might enjoy the last few droplets of his
sticky cum.

   "Excellent, Miss Carter, you've made marvellous progress."

   "Thank you, Doctor," Margaret gasped, licking the traces of his seed
from her fingers.

   "We must, of course, ensure the rest of the procedure has been
successful.  If you'd lift your chin for a moment -" Margaret did so, and
gasped in pleasure as Doctor Calvin delivered a stinging slap to her cheek.
"How did that feel?" he asked curiously.

   "Do it again," Margaret panted, her fingernails biting into the flesh of
her right breast.

   "Excellent, the pain/pleasure rewiring seems complete.  Do you believe
you could achieve orgasm purely from, for example, being spanked, Miss
Carter?"

   "Is that an offer, Doctor Calvin?" Margaret asked with a salacious grin.

   Doctor Calvin returned the smile and marked something on his clipboard.
"A perfect response.  There are a few other tweaks that we've made to your
psychosexual profile, but you'll discover most of them in your own good
time - your strong attraction to other well-endowed sluts, your willingness
to engage with multiple partners of either sex, your fondness for public
displays of sexual behaviour, and so forth."

   The words washed over Margaret, and she sighed happily at the images
they created.  The aching joy of a woman's breasts pressing against her
own, the deep fulfillment of a hard, unyielding male organ in every one of
her gaping, desperate holes...  was there ever a time when these wonderful,
exciting things had not ignited a urgent lust in her loins?  A vague memory
whispered at the fringes of her conscious mind: the ridiculous idea that
she had once been shocked and offended that her ex-boyfriend watched porn
movies?

   Margaret shook her head.  No, it was just her imagination.  Why would
she be bothered that her boyfriend liked watching hot fuck-sluts taking
huge cocks in their oozing wet cunts?  God, even the thought was enough to
get her own juices flowing.  When the Asian girl had pulled the stud's
horse-sized cock out of her stinging asshole and began to feast on it, her
tongue running from the plum-sized head to his generous balls...  the vivid
image threatened to tip her over the edge into orgasm.  If Doctor Calvin
didn't give her some more of his delicious cock, she'd be forced to finger
herself in front of him - a possibility which only served to heighten her
excitement further.

   "Thank you, Doctor," she purred happily, delicately tweaking her erect
nipples and scratching her fingernails lightly over the acres of tit-flesh
that were now hers.  "It's exactly what I wanted."

   "I know it is, my dear.  You're going to make a large number of men very
happy indeed."

   "Mmm..." purred Margaret, sliding one hand over her breasts, then down
across the hot skin of her flat stomach.  "Yeah, a large number of large
men..."

   "And now, if you'll excuse me, I have several other patients to check
on. I only hope they've responded as positively to the treatment as you
have, Miss Carter." Margaret giggled, swelling with pride at the
compliment, her right index finger tenderly parting the slick lips of her
pussy, her gaze drifting back to her new breasts.  "I'll return later, to
continue your evaluation and -" Doctor Calvin began, but Margaret's
attention had turned from him to the damp heat of her impending orgasm. 
Smiling affectionately, he marked a final check on his clipboard, and
stepped out into the hallway, careful to close the door quietly behind him.

   "Miss Carter needs some personal time, but you can take her down to the
day-room in half an hour or so," he instructed the pretty auburn nurse who
stood at the desk.

   "Of course, Doctor," she replied.  "And you asked me to remind you that
Miss Gray is due to wake up in a few minutes."

   "Damn," he muttered, glancing at his watch.  Maria Gray was a beautiful
latino woman who had just been blessed with a pair of gargantuan tits and a
sexual appetite to match.  By the time he ran through the checklist and
spilled another load of cum on her beautiful chest, he'd be running late
for lunch.  "Ah, to hell with it.  Thank you, Nurse.  I'll see to her right
away."

   After all, he reflected, strolling along the corridor to the room where
his newest slut was beginning to awake, preparing an army of
hyper-sexualised, well-endowed fuck toys wasn't just a job - it was a
public service.

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   (c) Knight Of Passion 2006 Feedback, comments and criticisms gratefully
received at knight-of-passion@hotmail.co.uk

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