From furry.olsy-na.com!cnn.olsy-na.com!news.iea.net!news-out.internetmci.com!newsfeed.internetmci.com!4.1.16.34!cpk-news-hub1.bbnplanet.com!news.bbnplanet.com!worldnet.att.net!newsadm Fri Dec 26 14:29:08 1997 From: "N.M.Hawthorne" Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: The Evil Dr. Coffey (MC Plastic Sugery) Date: Tue, 23 Dec 1997 16:13:33 -0500 Organization: Big Sex Inc. Lines: 410 Message-ID: <67p9m6$ovo@bgtnsc03.worldnet.att.net> Reply-To: N.M.Hawthorne@.worldnet.att.net NNTP-Posting-Host: 12.67.148.36 Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-Mailer: Mozilla 4.02 [en]C-DIAL (Win95; U) Path: furry.olsy-na.com!cnn.olsy-na.com!news.iea.net!news-out.internetmci.com!newsfeed.internetmci.com!4.1.16.34!cpk-news-hub1.bbnplanet.com!news.bbnplanet.com!worldnet.att.net!newsadm Xref: furry.olsy-na.com alt.sex.stories:14224 This is my first attempt at a fictional story. I would appreciate your comments. The standard disclaimers apply. - If you are under 18 Don't' read this or any thing in this news group. You are too young. - If you are offended by sexual material involving masturbation, anal sex, bondage, mind control, plastic surgery. Don't read this you moron. -This is a fictional work and any similarities to my old girlfriends is purely coincidental. A Slave to My Plastic Surgeon or The Evil Dr. Coffey Part 1: The trap. Good for my carrier my ass!! Lois Street, ace reporter for the Daily World, thought to herself as she drove her car to the Doctor's Office. Lois was thinking about what her editor, Perry Black, had said to her earlier today. "Lois, the man is a Nobel Peace prize winner. He has developed surgical techniques that have improved the lives of people who were born deformed or in crippling accidents. His work in prosthetics alone has brought him to the front of the medical community." Perry said trying to convince her. "He also has made millions on convincing poor defenseless women that they are ugly and need his ridiculous plastic surgery's. Every Penthouse Pet and Playboy Bunny has gone under his knife. I looked at one of his last "works of Art" as he calls it. The woman's breasts were so large she looked deformed." She replied. "Besides this is a PR piece. Last year I almost won the Pulitzer for my work in Africa. It is a terrible waste of talent for me to do write this. Find some floozy newbie to write this article. " "Look Lois, I am the editor of this god damned paper and you are the reporter. I give you the story and you write it. That is how it works around here. What I say goes and that is final. Now get your butt down to his office and interview the Doc." The office was surprisingly tactful, done in mostly white with a little black. She went to the receptionist and gasped in shock at what she saw. The blond woman looked like a living barbie doll. Her tits were so big that they strained against her blouse pulling at the buttons so that they looked like they would pop. Her face looked like it was painted on; with whorish black eye makeup and gaudy pink rouge. But, the most bizarre feature of this woman were her lips. They looked like shiny red balloons, that covered half of her face. The nurse recognized Lois at once. "Miss Street. Dr. Coffey is expecting you. I will take you to his office." The nurse went to stand up and Lois noticed that her chest was so large that she had a hard time balancing it and almost tipped her over. The shoes that she was wearing also didn't make it any easier for her either. The only time that Lois had ever seen heals that high were at a night clubs where women were trying to turn tricks. "Uh, that's O.K. just point me in the right direction and I will find it." Lois replied. "That will be fine. Dr. Coffey's office is the last door at the end of the hall." The nurse tried to smile but her lips were so big that it looked as if it hurt her to do so. Lois walked down the hall and entered Dr. Coffey's Office. "Ms. Street, Please, come in and sit down." A small stocky man with black greasy hair and a bald spot said to her as she closed the door behind her. The office was like a chamber of horrors. The walls were covered with before and after shots of Dr. Coffey's surgery's. Women with nice sized breasts had had their chests swollen to huge proportions. It looked to Lois that Dr. Coffey didn't do any thing smaller that basketball size. Lois had to tear her attention from the freaks of nature to listen to what the Doctor was saying to her. "... yes, I know that it may seem like a bit much but big breasts seem to be all the rage today. I warn all of my clients about the possible dangers to their lactation glands and possible back problems. But, all the women that come to me don't seem to mind the risks. What about you Ms. Street have you ever considered some augmentation?" "Are you kidding?" Lois said "I am perfectly happy with my body as it is. You will never catch me with monsters like that." "Bravo, Ms. Street. You should be commended for being proud of your figure. Most women today wouldn't be happy with the "natural" look. I am glad to see that you are self confident enough to go against today's trends and be your own person." Suddenly Lois was insulted. She was hip and trendy. "What is wrong with my figure?" "Oh nothing Ms. Street it's just that most women today would like to be more proportional." "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" "Nothing, Nothing. I am sorry I didn't mean to be insulting. Let me show you something Ms. Street." Dr. Coffey said as he got up from his desk and walked to a television set in one of his book cases. "Let me show you a informational tape that I made. I show it to all my potential clients. It talks about the benefits and risks involved in cosmetic surgery." He turned it on and it started by talking about how women to day didn't have to be satisfied with what God gave them that they had the power to become perfect. At first Lois was disgusted, but as the tape went on she found that she couldn't pull her eyes away from the tape. She saw all these women that were so happy with their new breasts, noses, butts and thighs. Women with pouches for stomachs returned from surgery with flat washboard abs. Lois found that the sight of these beautiful women were arousing her. She had only one affair with a woman in college but since then had never felt anything for another of the same sex. Her hand slid between her legs, and if she wouldn't have remembered where she was she thought that she might have started to masturbate right there in the office. She began to feel that plastic surgery was not only acceptable but perfectly natural. She found that she was even considering having her own boobs done. A "B" cup seemed so small, and all these woman were so happy with their new breasts. When the tape was finished, the doctor turned of the set; but Lois still had a hard time taking eyes off of the blank set. She wanted to see more of the images that had filled her with such lust and longing. "Well, Miss Street what do you think now. It isn't so bad for people to want to improve themselves? I hope that you see me and others in my profession in a little better light." "Yea.... Sure. Say doctor how much does one of these breast augmentations run a person anyway?" Lois was still hot from the tape she could feel her insides becoming slick and wet with her juices. "From me? Any where from $2,500 to $5,000. But, for you, I will cut you a deal for $1,000. All I ask is that you say nice things about me in your article." "Oh, It's not for me. I just needed some figures for my article." Lois replied. But, it was quickly becoming for her. She wanted to say yes so badly it hurt. If she did not leave this office quickly she would soak through her panties and her skirt. "Are you sure I can't do any thing for you? I will even rearrange my schedule to fit you in tomorrow." "Well...." Lois considered " I....I... I can't it is still to much money. But thanks. Listen you have been a very good to me today I won't take up any more of your time. Thanks, bye." With that Lois picked up her stuff and rushed to the car. Once their she lifted up her skirt, pulled down her cotton white panties and plunged two fingers into her sopping cunt (a word she had never thought of using before to day.) Instantly she burst into the most powerful orgasm that she had ever had. After calming herself down a bit, she started the car and drove back to her apartment. There she wouldn't be going back to work today. * * * Dr. Coffey watched Lois drive a way as he talked into that handset of his phone. "Yes, I think that the tape has had it's full effect on her. The subliminal messages from the tape has her mind is quite focused on getting her first set of implants. The first thing it will do to her will make her so horny that she can think nothing except having orgasm after orgasm, she will probably do the doorman to her apartment. Plus it is lowering her I.Q. this will help make her more submissive, and keep her from thinking that something is wrong with her. It has also put images of sexual acts in her brain things will arouse her that she has never even though of. She is quite the prude though. Most women who see the tape make an appointment right away. But, by the way she was finger banging in her car I don't think that it will be long. After the first implant we won't have to worry about loosing her, she will be ours to do with as we please. " End of Part one. Part 2: The Shopping Trip. Lois' hand were sticky from masturbating all night. It was only hours ago that she would have referred to women with implants at "Silicone Bimbos." Now she couldn't stop thinking about those beautiful women, and how much they turned her on. She got up and looked at herself in the mirror. She was a stunning woman with long brunette hair beautiful legs and a sculptured ass. None of that mattered to Lois. All she was concerned with was her tits. Yesterday they seemed perfect for her body, but now, after seeing Dr. Coffey's tape, having such small boobs seemed to make her hips look huge to her. Suddenly she was terribly depressed. She wondered how she could ever get a man being as ugly as she was. Lois felt fat and gross. She thought that if only her tits were a little bigger she would look more proportional. And she didn't have to get the really huge tits like the girls in the video. She could get a smaller size. Say a "D" cup. That was only two sizes bigger that what she had now. She thought that she would be much more happy. The boys would flock to her ( this was the first time she had ever cared about what boys had thought about her.) "We have you all set for tomorrow at 8:00 a.m." the nurse told Lois. "The Doctor told me to hold a spot open for you. Usually it takes months for people to get in. But he had a feeling that you might change your mind. Come in around 7:00 for the consultation, to make your final decisions on what you want done. " Lois hung up the phone and immediately started to masturbate. Her hands didn't seem to be doing the job well enough. She was on fire, the need was there but, she couldn't seem to bring herself off with just her hands. Lois had to do something or get something to help her. She called to work and told her boss that she needed a couple of days off. Surprisingly he told her that she could take as many as she needed. That wasn't at all like the Perry Black she knew, usually you had to be on your death bed for him to give you a day off. But, suddenly that fact didn't seem all that important to Lois. She was going to have a few days off, tomorrow she would be beautiful again, but right now she had to do something about the heat between her legs. After an expose that she had done about a year a go on how pornography was one of the main factors in the decline of moral standards in America, Lois had almost single handedly closed all the adult book stores in Megalopolis. Luckily for her there were a few left open. This was the first time that she had ever been in one to buy something for herself. She wasn't even sure what she was looking for. When she got into the store and saw all the devices the fire that raged in her cunt flared, it made her so week in the knees that she almost fell. She wanted to take all of the dildos in the store an shove them deep inside her just to quench her fire. Trying not to look to excited she chose three dildos one smaller one, (To start with), then a monster black one, and finally one that had ridges and bumps all over it. She also saw something that looked like flesh colored Christmas tree, it was smooth an blunt on the end. The packaging read "Anal Intruder" and looking it made her asshole begin to pulse like her cunt now was. She had to have one of those too. The counter where she was to pay for her new toys was made out of glass. Under the glass there were more strangely exciting things. Handcuffs made out of shiny nickel or black steel, riding crops, whips and paddles, black leather buckle straps, one had a red rubber ball in the middle another had a short rubber penis sticking out of leather patch, leather blind folds. And most intriguing, a pair of metal clips attached together by a long chain. Lois asked what they were and when the clerk said that they were "Nipple Clamps," her nipples exploded into fire, she knew that she had to have it all. Back at her apartment she began to experiment with her new toys. First the dildos. The small one was worthless, and ended in the trash in under two minutes. The monster black one was wonderful and she held in he with one hand as she greased her ass with the other. The anal intruder was the first thing that she had ever had go in her ass. At first it was painful and she almost stopped, but her asshole demanded to be filled. After working at it for a while it slipped into place and the sensation of fullness was quite erotic. Next came the nipple clamps. The clamps were adjustable and she set them so that they weren't very tight. The sensation was exquisite. She came twice just sitting there. Lois began to think about the other items that she had bought. She took that dildo out of her sloppy pussy, not even thinking to remove the butt plug or the nipple clamps, to lay the rubber penis gag and the hand cuffs on the bed. After some consideration Lois decided that if she put on a pair of panties she could hold the dildo in place while handcuffing her hands behind her back. She went to her dresser to get a pair of panties but none of the white ones she had seemed sexy enough for the occasion. She remembered the pair of red silk thong panties that the girls at the office had gotten her as a gag gift for Christmas last year. After sticking the black monster back in her cunt and turning it on high Lois pulled the panties up over her hips so that the vibrating dildo wouldn't fall out. She reached for the penis gag. It occurred to her that it was the first penis that she would have ever had in her mouth, she wondered why it had seemed so disgusting before, now it seemed quite normal. She pulled the strap tight and buckled it, loving the feeling of helplessness that it brought, nobody could here her scream for help. The keys to the handcuffs were set on the night stand next to the bed, so that she could escape when she was finished. Lois locked one cuff around one wrist, put both hands behind her back, and when she clicked the second cuff shut she exploded into the most powerful orgasm of her life. It rocked her back and forth, finally calming down, she fell forward onto her bed. Forgetting that the nipple clamps were still attached to he sensitive nipples. The locking mechanism broke and the clamps bit down with full force. Lois screamed into her full mouth, the new pain brought on a new wave of orgasm after orgasm. Exhausted Lois fell asleep. Mouth gagged, nipples clamped, immobilized by the cuffs behind her back with the black monster sticking out of her cunt, held in place by the red thong panties, humming its lullaby to Lois. Lois awoke at 6:45. Horror filled her. She was going to be late for her appointment with Dr. Coffey. End Part 2 Part 3 and 4 deal with Lois' surgery, her increasing need for sexual stimulous and she starts to like fetish fassion (rubber and leather)