Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 16

"FF," Dave said without hesitation. The doctor nodded, making the selection, and the image of Sharon came back on the screen.

"That does not decide the ultimate size," he warned, "We have different volumes from," he checked his table, "One hundred eighty five to... seven hundred forty cc." He clicked another button, selecting 335, and Sharon's breasts ballooned on the monitor. The doctor eyed she and Dave, then moved to 475. "Now, I know I said I recommend going big," he laughed at his joke, then went silent when neither Sharon nor Dave said anything, "But there is such as thing as too big, if you ask me," he finally added. He nodded, "These implants work well with the lift, but if they get too large, they look fake, and they increase the likelihood of the breasts sagging again or the implants falling through." He hesitated, "Falling through is when the implant drops and becomes obvious... it can be quite... noticeable. And it requires extensive surgery to correct." He reluctantly moved past the 535 cc level to the 595 cc mark. Dave nodded. Sharon could not believe her memory of the her on the screen. Chris would freak out; she looked like a Barbie doll.

"That's it, then?" The doctor sounded obviously relieved. Dave nodded again and leaned back.

"Great," he said, clicking the 'save' icon and opening the next window, "We can help you to arrange a payment schedule..."

"She has the money," Dave interrupted him, unzipping his jacket and pulling out a wad of cash with the casino's band around them, "She hit it big and said this was what she had always wanted." The physician blinked for just a moment at the cash.

"Well, I mean... I thought this was just a consultation, and... were you wanting to do this today?" "Why wait, my man," Dave smiled broadly, "Why put off progress, right? Besides," he continued, "She has to be getting home soon. But this will be the best souvenir to get in Vegas, right, Shar?" Sharon felt her head nod.

"You Can do it today?" Dave leaned forward, and the move somehow seemed... ominous, "I mean, I like your style, doc, but the ad said same day service..." Dr. P seemed at a loss for words. Dave sat back. "I'm sorry, I just really want my girl to get what she wants, you know?" Dr. P nodded. Dave shook his head, "She really worried that the droop was going to hurt her business."

"Her business?" Dr. P straightened his jacket, and Sharon could read the name tag: Dr. Panchonin. Dave bobbed his head.

"Yeah," he shrugged, "I thought a man of your profession in a town like this... Hell, I thought you might have been at the AVN expo..." The doctor looked at Sharon more intently, then.

"Is that... I mean do you?"

"Yeah, doc, Sharon is the real deal... You help a lot of the Vegas Showgirls and... working girls, right?" The doctor bobbed his head. "You don't happen to be in a frat, do you, doc?" Dr. Panchonin was having a hard time following Dave's conversation, which made Sharon giggle in the consultation room and again where she lay. "Well, my frat... the Zeta Beta?" He waited, Sharon guessed hoping the physician was a member... or that he had heard of them. "Let's just say we have lots of girls who might be needing this sort of special procedure." The doctor snorted.

"You already have the coupon from the magazine, my receptionist told me," he said dismissively, "I will do amazing work for Mrs." he paused for the first time, and Sharon was embarrassed however many hours later, "Sobel and any of your other girls. But I am not interested in having sex with them or offering you a volume discount."

"Hey, hey, it's cool," Dave waved a hand, "You know I had to ask. Here," he stripped off hundreds, "I want to get this taken care of today. You can manage that, right?" The doctor watched the bills piling up on the counter. He picked up his phone.

"Nadine," Dr. Panchonin said curtly, "Hold room three... We have a VIP augmentation and lift. Send the nurses in to escort Mrs. Sobel to pre-op." He hung up the phone, caught Sharon's hand in one of his and touched her shoulder with the other, staring at her breasts openly, "Yes, you will love the new you, Mrs. Sobel," he said, finally looking up into her eyes, "I guarantee it."

Things became a whirlwind at that point. The doctor held out a form insisting that Sharon had to sign it, which she did after glancing at Dave. An impossibly beautiful young blonde had come into the consultation room, and seemed totally unconcerned that Sharon was topless. The only word that came to Sharon's mind looking at the woman's perfectly defined cheeks, her full lips, the impressive curve of her breasts, and the taut line of her ass and thigh was 'sculpted.' And part of her yearned for doctor Panchonin to leave her looking that way. But then the woman spoke, her voice almost squeaky and a bit nasal. The skin on her face did not move naturally, and for another awful moment Sharon imagined she would wake up so changed Chris would not recognize her... that Dave and the ZB would make her entirely their own, and Sharon Sobel would simply disappear.

With that thought in mind, Sharon sat up, not trying to remember the few details that were available... the cold bright green room with the impossibly bright lights, the masked people leaning over her, assuring her she would be fine, sticking her, telling her to breathe... to count...

Sharon braced an arm half over and half under and supporting her chest, gritting her teeth to ignore the ache there, certain now why it was that she was sore. She looked about the room wild eyed... a mirror... where was a god damn mirror? Her things were neatly folded in a clear bag with Dr. Panchonin's stylistic signature in lilac and the name and address of his clinic. She stepped barefoot across the cold tile floor and clutched at the bag, embarrassed to find that it was only her heels and the dress from the night before... Nothing she could use to run very far. But at least it was her things. There was a smaller bag in which her nipple ring had been placed.

Sharon almost laughed at the odd impulse that she needed to get the ring back in place right then. The room had not started to spin, so she cautiously moved farther from the bed, still clutching the sack with one hand, and the bandages over her chest with her other arm. She found the mirror over a stainless steel sink just inside the door to the room. The mirror was half height, but it was tipped forward at the top, so that she could see from her head to just below her knees. Sharon threw the sack onto the bed, then reached back, finding the place where the tape holding the bandages in place stopped. Nail extensions scrabbled at the edges, the flexion in her chest increasing the ache she felt.

The tape started to come free, and she yanked, biting back a cry at the pain that caused. She moved more gingerly, partly afraid that what she was about to do was going to ruin whatever Dr. Panchonin had done. The larger part of her had to see it, though. The tape criss crossed behind the swell of her breast, so that as she pulled the bottom tab, the top tab that she had not yet reached came away. And then the thick cup of taped gauze was pulling away from her left breast. Sharon cupped her hand under her breast, afraid it would sag and anticipating pain. She saw a faint red ring on the inside of the gauze. Then it was hanging uselessly from her right breast, Sharon stared at herself.

The first thought was 'amazing.' Where her nipples had started to point toward the floor, her left nipple was now sitting proudly at the upper curve of her breast. She tried to remember if it had ever looked so good. There were awful black sutures at the edges of her areola, and there was some dried blood, too. But the awful gaping cut she had seen in the doctor's office had been a shot from during the operation. Her breast was larger, too, she knew... Much larger than it had been before the surgery, and larger than she ever remembered seeing it, even when she had been breast feeding the kids. But it did not look garish... The upper half of her breast was almost a flat slope, looking incredibly natural. She reached up to touch it, then paused, frightened of what she had heard friends say... that he nipple would be numb.

But as she watched, it began to rise, reacting to the cool air to which it was now exposed. It seemed impossible to Sharon that there was no sag of the her new breast. And when there was no pain or awful wound, she more quickly finished removing the other half of the dressing, holding it in her hand in case they wanted her to wear it again. Sharon found herself smiling, even as she agonized about how her husband would react... her breasts were simply beautiful. She still had not touched either, and opted not to, afraid in part she would hurt where the sutures were visible. She turned in the mirror, eyeing the gentle swell from the side, the way they moved... They did seem almost totally natural.

She admitted to herself then that Dr. Panchonin was a genius. And then she blushed, embarrassed at being so pleased that someone had performed plastic surgery on her body. She moved to the bed intent on dressing, hoping the dress would fit her new enhanced chest. The room door behind her swung open.

"Let's see how our... oh!" Dr. Panchonin stuttered to a stop, obviously surprised to find Sharon up. Sharon squealed having turned around upon hearing him. She covered her breasts with her arm, pressing against the nipples, which hurt, making her gasp. The plastic surgeon hurried forward.

"Here now, no worries," he chided her, patting her shoulder then pulling her arm gently down, "I have seen these before after all, right?" Sharon managed a half smile and nodded. "And, they are magnificent," he held her arm out and stepped back, openly admiring his work, "If I do say so myself." He looked into her eyes, then, "Am I right, or am I right?"

"You're right," Sharon answered, blushing.

"And she talks!" the physician paused, looking across the room as if worried Dave would be there. "Is that man really your husband?" Sharon shook her head, and the doctor looked stricken. She put a hand on his arm.

"It's fine, really," she said, "I'm... I'm supposed to be with him." Dr. Panchonin did not seem to understand, which surprised Sharon, considering he had admitted he did work for women in the sex industry in Vegas, "And you're right... they're... They're amazing. Thank you." She stopped trying to cover herself and stopped worrying about how Chris would react. Watching the man who had put them in be unable to keep from staring unleashed something in the housewife. She smiled sexily, shimmying her shoulders just a bit, but enough that her body warned her not to repeat it. She ignored that, licking her lips, "I wish I could thank you appropriately." The doctor's mouth opened and closed. He glanced down away from her body, and Sharon saw the ring he wore. She bent a knee just a bit, turning it out, knowing what it did to emphasize her neatly trimmed pussy.

"You know," she whispered huskily, "I can do things she can't..." Without thinking about what she was doing, Sharon dropped to her knees in front of the plastic surgeon, "Here, let me show you," and then she had his pants open. He was not hard, but was quickly getting there, and Sharon did not wait, slurping him fully into her mouth, swirling her tongue over his shaft and cockhead before bobbing gently tip to base, sucking hungrily. Dr. Panchonin's hand tangled in her hair and he groaned. It spurred Sharon on. She dove to the base of his cock, slurping non-stop as she held him with his glans in her throat and hummed. He groaned again, his entire shaft twitching once. Sharon backed off, just long enough to tickle his testicles with her tongue, slurping one, then the other into her mouth. Then she swallowed him whole again. She sucked powerfully, backing slowly off, swirling her tongue along the underside and teasing the purpled helmet when that was all that remained in her mouth before catching his ass and literally pulling him back into her throat. He erupted then, pulsing into her throat, panting loudly as Sharon expertly swallowed every drop, then milked him dry before rocking back onto her heels, naked at his feet.

"Mmmm," she licked her lips, "That was wonderful. Thanks again." The doctor managed a feeble smile and reluctantly pulled his hand out of Sharon's tangled hair. She lay back on the cold tile on her elbows, body posed lewdly for him, "Can I do this yet?" she teased. The doctor cleared his throat, checked the door with his eyes, and hurriedly zipped up, then reached down, helping Sharon up as the white housewife pouted about his not playing along.

"You are... amazing when you are not playing the church mouse," he managed. Sharon smiled wickedly. "You don't know the half of it," she answered, even as she remembered who she was... and that there were going to be questions she would have to answer. "Then again," she added, "Neither do I." And that clearly puzzled the surgeon, though he did not admit it. She enjoyed being able to control men, especially men who were unused to being under someone else's control. "I don't have to wear that restrictive bandage?"

"Uhm, not... I mean, some women want to wear them... it's comforting to have the support."

"But I don't need the support, right?" Sharon bit her lip, intentionally provocative, delighting in the surgeon's discomfiture.

"No... No, you don't." He shrugged, "And truthfully keeping that gauze or a bra up against the incisions can lead to infections."

"So I shouldn't wear a bra," Sharon smiled, shimmying her shoulders and enjoying the way her new breasts swayed, capturing Dr. Panchonin's attention.

"Uhm, only if you want to," he advised, "We will need to see you to take the sutures out in 10 days."

"But I'll be back home by then," Sharon protested.

"Of course... Uhm, I guess then you can have your physician do that," he managed, "I'll have the nurse bring your paperwork... You look like you've recovered nicely from the anesthetic."

"What did you use?" Sharon was not ready to end their interaction.

"Uhm... Propafol."

"Isn't that what killed Michael Jackson?" she was mildly shocked, in part that she remembered such trivia.

"Yes," the surgeon admitted, "But it was being given to the singer in his home. Here we have very strict controls, and a nurse anesthetist was with you the entire time.

"Did he see my breasts?" she asked, playing the innocent to the surgeon's increasing nervousness. "Uhm, there is a screen, but we are all medical professionals, you remember."

"Uh-huh," Sharon smiled wolfishly and licked her lips, "And you are a medical professional with a great tasting cock." Despite his dark complexion, Sharon could tell he was blushing. "It worked," she added.

"W-what worked?" the surgeon blinked at her.

"The propafol," Sharon stretched her arms over her head, almost giggling at the way her new breasts bounced, "It feels like I had the best nap ever."

"Oh," Dr. Panchonin nodded, "We hear that a lot... maybe that's why Michael wanted it at home." He shifted toward the door, "You, uhm, you might want to get dressed... I mean I was going to open the door."

"It's ok, Sharon stepped forward until her body was almost touching the surgeon's, "You're all medical professionals." She brought a hand up, almost tweaking a nipple, then stopped, "When can... when can I play with them?"

"Uhm... I guess you'll have to be the judge of that," he shrugged, "Usually women are a little sore for the first few days." Sharon nodded, lifting a breast until the nipple was nearly at her lips.

"And when can I do this?" she let her tongue out, almost touching the tip of her augmented breast. "Wait!" the surgeon closed the minimal distance, putting his hand out over her nipple, "Don't let saliva get on those incisions," he warned, "That could lead to infection." Sharon pouted and he went on in a rush, "I think you should wait until a day or two after the sutures come out to do that."

"But that will be almost two weeks without," Sharon pouted, "Being able to play." She tilted her head down, "Can't I have fun before that?" The surgeon looked like he might bolt the room, and Sharon sighed theatrically, "Can you at least help me with the ring, then?"

"The, uhm, ring?" She moved to the bed, retrieving the envelope with her nipple ring.

"I didn't put it in," she said by way of explanation, "I don't know exactly what to do, so I was hoping... Can you put it in for me?" Dr. Panchonin glanced at the door again, then shrugged, taking the envelope from her.

"We had to remove it so there would not be an infection," he explained, "We cleaned it in alcohol. Usually we do not recommend putting them back in so soon, but since we can do this with clean technique..." he lapsed into silence, opening a drawer in the stand by the bed and removing a suture removal kit. He tore it open, wiped Sharon's nipple and his fingers with the alcohol pad-- no gloves, the teasing housewife noticed-- and deftly cut the monofilament line that had been passed through her piercing. He removed the ring from its sealed bag and then carefully set the open end against the hole in the side of Sharon's nipple before pulling the nylon line out from the other side. He smoothly advanced the ring in its wake, smiling in satisfaction as he completed the exchange, turning the ring down and then reaffixing the capture bead.

"I did these during residency," he said almost to himself, "Although most women then wanted a navel piercing, rather than this..." Sharon stuck her tongue out, letting him see it was pierced as well. "I like my piercings," she purred, "Do you know why?" He shook his head, freezing in place as she leaned forward to lick his neck with just the tip of her tongue. Her right hand dropped, fingers grazing his crotch; he was hard again. "They keep me hot, and the one in my tongue," she licked back up his neck again, "Gets the boys so they'll do almost anything." She leaned back against the edge of the bed, legs spread so that his were between hers just beyond her knees... just out of reach for her to hook him and pull him to her. "I'm horny," she whispered, as if there were other people in the room, "And Dave won't give me his cock if he can't play with my boobs..." She reached out, catching one of the surgeon's belt loops, and pulling him close enough. Her right heel came up, cinching beneath his ass, locking him in place as her fingers deftly lowered his zipper.

His erection made it difficult to get out of his briefs, but Sharon managed, fingers wrapping around his shaft, pulling him toward her waiting sex.

"You deserve a special thank you," she purred, "For giving me these ahhh!" Dr. Panchonin's cockhead slipped into her and Sharon dropped her head back, arching her back, leg pulling him toward her. "God, that's so good!" she groaned, hands catching his ass, urging him on. The surgeon no longer needed any encouragement, though. He braced his hands on the edge of the bed, thrusting fully into his patient.

Sharon kept her leg hooked behind his thigh, levering her pelvis up, welcoming his thrusts. They coupled heatedly, but silently, Sharon not wanting to break the spell, Dr. Panchonin obviously worried that someone in the hall might come in. The knowledge that he was married... that he knew better than to do this to a patient... and yet that he was eagerly fucking into her spurred Sharon's arousal, and she came quickly, urging the surgeon on quietly when he slowed.

"Wait," she urged a few minutes later, "Wait... I want... Wait, baby." She gently but insistently pushed until the panting surgeon pulled out of her. She turned, bending over the bed, and giggled at the reflection of her in the window as she nodded, "Ride me, baby... Give it to me from behind." The surgeon had already stepped up to mount her, and was balls deep a moment later. Sharon pushed back, meeting each thrust, burying her head in the sheets as she felt her next climax approaching a few minutes later. She knew that Dr. Panchonin had to be close, too. He paused, and she guessed he was about to pull out.