13 comments/ 17183 views/ 13 favorites Dr, My Implants Are Haunted! Ch. 01 By: SirSinn This story is definitely NOT to be taken seriously - - it's just a silly bit of fun I wanted to get out of my head. As it's the first time I've tried writing in the Humor/Satire category I hope you'll be gentle with me as far as comments or votes go. As always, everyone is 18 or over. † † † † † "Doctor Freeland? Mrs Wilson is here for her appointment." The Doctor thanked his receptionist and turned to Mrs Wilson's notes. Married, 39 years of age, mother of two boys aged 18 and 19. Her husband, Walter, had paid for her to have breast implants several months ago to "increase her confidence" as he'd put it. Everything had gone fine - - even if Mr Wilson had proved to be keen to spend as little as possible - - and Mrs Wilson had been released some months before. Her routine check-up had been completed by the nurse who noted nothing unusual, so why was she back? Emily Wilson entered the doctor's office and - - even though he knew what to expect - - Dr Freeland couldn't help admire both her and his handiwork. When he'd first met her, she'd been something of a middle aged wall flower - - now, with judicious application of make-up, tight yet smart clothes, and a new hair cut, she was the definition of a MILF. A large part of that - - or perhaps that should be TWO large parts - - were thanks to Dr Freeland's handiwork - - her enormous fake breasts sat high and perfect on her chest, the beginnings of a deep cleavage visible above the neckline of her dress. "Mrs Wilson, how good to see you again," the doctor said, indicating the chair in front of his desk. "Thank you, doctor," she said, "but I'm afraid I've come with a problem." "Straight to the point, Mrs Wilson. Well, what can I do for you?" "It's these," Emily said, sitting up straight and thrusting her impressive bosom forward, her dress straining tight against them. "Your breasts?" the doctor asked. "What's wrong? Are you in pain?" "Oh no, doctor, no," Emily said. "From that point of view, they're perfect. Everyone thinks they look great and I love having big boobs for the first time in my life." "Then what's wrong with them?" Emily paused, blushing slightly. "I think - - I think they're haunted, Dr Freeland," she said eventually. "Haunted!?" the doctor laughed. "What on earth do you mean?" "Since I've had them I've been acting - - differently at certain times." "Of course you have. Your confidence has increased so your behaviour is bound to have altered." Emily shook her head. "No, doctor, you don't understand. If I hear a certain word - - it's like a switch going on in my head - - I swear I hear a different voice, I become a different person who makes me do - - awful things." "What sort of things, Emily? You haven't hurt yourself or anyone else, have you?" "No, nothing like that." Emily paused again. "When I hear this word - - I become - - very sexually charged." "And - - and what is this word, Emily?" the doctor asked. "It's the coarse word for breasts, beginning with T." "You mean ti - - " "Don't say it!" Emily said, clapping her hands over her ears, her forearms inadvertently squeezing her huge breasts together. "It's alright, Emily," the doctor said, staring at her breasts for a moment. "It's alright, I won't say it." Emily put her hands down. "Why don't you tell me what's been happening?" Emily thought for a moment then looked at him with an expression of hope. "Maybe if I tell you what's been going on, you'll understand and try to help me?" she asked. "Of course, of course," the doctor said. "Very well. It all started a couple of months ago - - " † † † † † Walter was at work, Adam and Mark - - our sons - - were both out with friends leaving me in the house just doing some chores, cleaning up, that sort of thing. Because of that, I was wearing an old pair of denim shorts and a loose T-shirt - - although so few of my clothes are loose since the operation. The doorbell rang and I went to answer it, finding a delivery man stood there with a parcel. "Package for Mrs - - woah!" he said, obviously staring at my boobs. "Don't be so rude," I said. An appreciative glance is one thing - - simply staring is another. As I signed for the parcel, he said "I'm sorry, ma'am, but I hope you don't mind me saying but those look to be the biggest tits I've ever seen!" And that was when it happened - - I was about to tear a strip off him for his rudeness when I heard another woman's voice in my head saying Finally, someone appreciates me! Invite him in! "Would you like to come inside and get a better look?" I heard myself ask him in a huskier, sexier voice than my own. "Shit yeah!" he squealed. He charged in almost knocking me over in his eagerness and we stood in my hallway, looking at each other. Come on, show him those big titties of ours! the female voice in my head said. I swear I wasn't in control of myself as I lifted the hem of my old T-shirt and whipped it off over my head, revealing my new, huge boobs. "Oh man, oh man, oh man!" the delivery guy babbled as he stared at my boobs, his tongue lolling out the side of his mouth, his eyes almost on stalks. Go on, let him have them, the woman's voice said. Jesus, do I have to do everything around here? I watched myself reach out and take hold of his hands, bringing them up so that they were filled with my boobs. This delivery guy - - whose name I didn't even know - - became the second man after my husband to ever get his hands on me. He almost passed out as his hands roamed all over my enormous bosom, his hands nowhere near big enough to contain all of my new boobs as he continued gibbering "Oh man, oh man, oh man!" Get his dick out - - it's been too long since I've had any cock! "What?" I asked in surprise. The delivery man was too involved with my boobs to pay any attention to me holding a conversation with myself. His cock - - I want his cock! the woman in my head said. The next thing I know, I'm undoing his shorts, pushing them and his grey, dirty undies down to the floor, revealing his stubby little penis that's standing straight out and pointing at me. It's definitely smaller than I'm used to, the woman's voice said, but I guess I'll take what I can get right now. I'd never done what I did next, not even with my husband but without a second thought I dropped to my knees - - the delivery man bending over, never letting go of my boobs - - and swallowed his dick in my mouth as he was small enough to take it all in one go. That's it, suck his dick! the woman said. "Oh man, oh man, oh man," the delivery guy said. "The boys at the depot are never gonna believe this!" I'd never had a man's dick in my mouth before - - my husband thinks it's dirty - - but I couldn't stop myself, bobbing my head up and down, sucking and licking at his stiff little hard-on as he thrust back and fore, faster and faster. He groaned, his dick swelling and the woman in my head suddenly cried He's cumming! Take it on your tits! This again is something I had never done, but I moved back as the delivery man's dick twitched and spurted a thin line of his stuff over my boobs followed by one or two others before his dick softened and hung limp between his legs. That's it? Three spurts and he's done? the woman's voice said. Fuck, that was hardly worth the time. I looked up at the delivery man who looked down at me. "I still need you to sign for the parcel," he said. † † † † † "Well," Dr Freeland coughed, unsure what to make of Mrs Wilson's story. "It - - errrr - - it sounds as though your new - - errr - - confidence has really - - ummm - - taken on a new - - ummm - - new form." "Weren't you listening, doctor?" Emily said. "It wasn't me. I'd never done things like that before. It was the woman's voice in my head. It was like she was taking control over me, making do these things time and again." "Time - - and again?" Dr Freeland said. "You mean there have been other - - incidents?" "Plenty," Emily said, hanging her head in shame. "And they all started because someone said the word ti - - " "Don't say it!" Emily cried again, once more covering her ears. "Sorry, sorry," the doctor said. He looked at his beautiful, busty patient and wondered what was going on with her. At the same time, he was more than a little conscious of how tight his pants were around his crotch right now. "Why don't you continue your story?" he said, trying to surreptitiously rearrange himself beneath his desk. † † † † † After the delivery man left, I went upstairs and washed to get his muck off me and then finished cleaning the house. The woman's voice didn't return and I started to wonder if the whole thing had even happened - - had it not been for the parcel containing some new shoes I'd ordered, I could have put the whole thing down to a dream. I certainly didn't tell my husband about it when he returned home and, over the next few days, just put it out of my head. By the way, as much as Walter appreciated my new boobs, he never referred to them using that coarse word. In fact, he was a silent lover, just mmm-ing and ahhh-ing rather than use words and, as he'd been my first and only lover - - up until the delivery man - - I assumed all men were the same. I was soon to be corrected in that assumption. Several days later I went out jogging - - a new fitness regime had become part of my new life since getting my boobs done - - and went down a country lane I had used countless times before. At one stretch, I saw ahead of me some repair work being done to the road surface by two burly workmen. As I approached they stopped and blatantly stared at me - - despite my most constrictive sports bra and lycra top, my big boobs were still moving around quite a lot. "Fucking hell," one of them said as I got nearer. "Would you look at the tits on that?" Again, as with the delivery man, it was like a switch came on in my head and the voice that had been silent for days suddenly spoke up. Let's go say hi, shall we? the woman said. I slowed my run and walked up to them. "Morning boys," I said in that sexy, husky voice that wasn't really mine. "Like what you see?" I asked, thrusting my boobs forwards. "Fucking right I do," the older, bearded one of the two said. He nudged his younger work mate. "Looks like we got a live one here, Andy." "That right, love?" Andy asked. "You up for a bit of fun, eh?" We're definitely up for some fun, aren't we Emily? the woman said, using my name for the first time. "What do you have in mind?" I asked, stepping closer and putting my hands on their chests. Instantly they did the same, their hands grasping my enormous boobs. "Let's have a look at these puppies to start with, shall we?" the older one with the beard said. "Good idea, George," Andy said as they worked together to lift up my lycra top and pulled down the cups of my sports bra, freeing my big boobs. "Fucking hell," George said. "I've never seen such big fucking tits." He bent down and began sucking one of my nipples, using both hands to hold my big boob up so he could stuff as much into his mouth as he could. "Nor me," Andy said, doing the same with the other one. "I think she likes it." That's it, boys, suck those big fucking titties! the woman said inside my brain. You like that, Emily? You like having two men suck on your tits? "Yes!" I cried, realising that I did. Never had I thought of doing anything like this but I couldn't deny how good it felt. "If you like that so much," Andy said, standing up and opening his overalls, "you're gonna love this." He pulled out his already hard dick - - bigger than the delivery man's, about the same size as my husband's, maybe five or six inches. Well that's an improvement on last time, the woman's voice said as my hand reached down and took hold of his dick. George laughed and fumbled with his own overalls, having to lift his big beer belly out of the way so he could reach in and fish out his dick which - - quite simply - - was enormous! He stroked it to full hardness and I swear it was about ten inches long. Now THAT'S a cock! the woman said. Get your mouth on that, Emily - - quick as you can! Like a woman possessed, I dropped to my knees and stuffed my mouth with George's big dick. I gagged a little as it was obvious personal hygiene wasn't high on his list of priorities but I couldn't resist the woman's voice in my head. The fat workman began thrusting his big, solid dick in and out of my mouth and - - unlike with the delivery man - - I found myself enjoying it, the size clearly making a difference to me. Don't forget his friend, the woman said. I turned and found Andy standing next to us, his own dick in his hand, pointing it at me. I turned and sucked on his for a moment, swapping back and forth between the pair of them. "Fucking hell, look at her go!" Andy cried. George stepped away as I sucked on Andy's dick, moving behind me and lifting me up, holding my head at Andy's crotch so that my legs were straight but I was bent at the waist. He pulled my jogging shorts down and I realised he meant to enter me. "Jesus, girl," he said as he lined his dick up. "You need to get a razor down here. It's like the Black fucking Forest!" He's right, the woman's voice said. When we get back home, I want that hair shaved. I'd never been one for more than the occasional trim of my pubic hair but I knew I'd have to do what she wanted. I couldn't help groaning around Andy's dick as I felt George's big dick push inside me. I was turned on - - more than I ever had been with Walter - - so I was wet down there but there was still some discomfort as a much bigger tool than I was used to pushed inside. "Fuck she's tight!" George groaned, sliding his dick in and out of me. "Bet she's never had a big cock like yours before!" Andy laughed. He's right, isn't he, Emily? the woman said. But I'm going to make sure we get plenty more like it from now on. Her words both terrified me - - and excited me! Andy groaned as he moved his dick in and out of my mouth, reaching down and taking hold of himself, jerking himself off as I sucked him. He's going to cum, the woman said. Make sure he cums on your tits! Tell him now! I looked up at Andy and - - to my shame - - said "Please - - cum on my tits." "Oh you dirty bitch!" he said laughing. "George, let her lay down for a second," he said. As his workmate withdrew his big dick, they rearranged me, laying me on the floor on my back. George spread my legs and stuffed his big tool back inside me, moving in and out as Andy knelt to my side, jerking on his dick. Hold those big titties together for him, the woman said and I did it without thinking, pushing my big boobs together. It only took a moment before Andy sighed, his dick jumped in his hand and several long strands of cum splashed across my boobs. "Fuck yeah!" he cried as a load much more copious than the delivery man's landed over me. Do it! the woman sighed in my head. Cum all over my tits! "You dirty cow!" George grunted, still pounding away inside me, what little pain I felt having long passed as I became used to his size. In fact I was more than a little enjoying myself and even reached down, seeking between my furry lips for my love button, stroking it as he did me, something I had never done with Walter. "You gonna cum for me, eh?" he asked as he picked up his pace, his fat belly wobbling over me. "You gonna cum?" I'm almost ashamed to say that I did - - orgasms had previously been something I enjoyed by myself on the few occasions I masturbated - - but here I was, cumming on the long dick of a fat workman I'd met only minutes before. Yes! Fuck me - - fuck me you big dicked bastard! the woman shouted inside my head as I came, shaking and moaning. He's going to cum, Emily, she said urgently. On my tits - - make him cum on my tits! "Cum on my tits!" I cried, making him laugh. He pulled his big dick from me - - leaving me feeling emptier than ever before - - and crawled up beside me, stroking his dick. He puffed and panted a few times then let out a long groan as he shot his load over me, coating my boobs with his stuff. Yeah - - yeah, that's it! the woman moaned as George unleashed a large amount of semen over my boobs. Cum on my tits, she sighed. Finally George looked down at me. "We're going to be here for the next week or so finishing this road," he said. "Feel free to come again." † † † † † The doctor coughed and tried to make his groin comfortable without much success. "Do you realise that the - - the voice is now referring to my body and my ti - - " "Don't say that word, doctor," Emily cried, cutting him off again. "How many times do I have to tell you that? It's like you want to trigger an episode." "Sorry," the doctor said. "The voice in your head - - does it have a name?" "Oh yes, and that's part of why I've come to see you, doctor." Emily smiled at him and Dr Freeland felt his crotch throb a little more. "I know my husband likes to save as much money as he can so I'd like you to tell me where you got my implants from and who they belonged to before me." Dr Freeland felt himself blush. "Now Mrs Wilson - - Emily - - surely you know implants can only be used once? There's ethical reasons, not to mention health and the communicability of infection from one person to another to consider - - " "Spare me, doctor," Emily said interrupting him. "I have no doubt that Walter would find a way to use second hand implants if it could save him a bit of cash. Now I have a name of who owned these before me, but I want you to write down the owner before I tell you that name." Dr Freeland wondered for a moment if there was something to her crazy story - - but how could there be? He took a page from his notebook and wrote something on it. Emily smiled and continued her story. † † † † † When I returned home, I showered then trimmed and shaved between my legs, leaving a neat landing strip at the top, the rest as bald as a coot. When I was finished, I stared into the mirror, thinking about the two encounters I'd had and what triggered them. Taking a deep breath, I looked at my reflection and said "Tits." In the mirror, the scene behind my reflection shimmered and another woman appeared - - blonde, blue eyed with the face of a model and a pair of huge tits exactly the same as mine. She walked up and embraced me from behind, her boobs squashing against my back, her hands coming around and cupping my own, kneading and squeezing them and I swear, doctor, I could feel her hands on me as I stood alone in front of the mirror. "Hello Emily," she said. For the first time I heard her not in my head but as though she were standing in front of me. Or rather behind me. "Who are you?" I asked. "My real name isn't important," she said, her hands working over my boobs, fondling and caressing them. "My stage name was Terri-Ann Titties. I think you can guess why," she said, tweaking my nipples, making me moan in pleasure. "Stage name?" "Screen name really, I suppose. I was an adult actress." "Why are you here? Why are you in my head?" I asked her. "Your cheapskate husband paid for you to have these implants," she said, "but he bought them as used goods - - they were mine before I died." "You're dead?" I cried. "Of course I am. How else could I be haunting you, the new owner of my pride and joy?" She hefted up my boobs, squashing them together, forming a deep cleavage. "Then it's you making me - - have sex with strangers?" Dr, My Implants Are Haunted! Ch. 01 "That's right, Emily. Every time you hear the word tits, I get to influence you. Every time a man cums on my tits, my influence over you grows. I'm just getting you used to being fucked and having hot, dirty sex with total strangers. Be honest - - tell me you enjoyed that fat workman with his big cock." I shook my head, but my body betrayed me, my nipples hardening beneath her ghostly hands as I thought back to the huge dick the fat workman had. "No, no, I didn't," I lied. "Yes, you did," Terri-Ann said. "And I'm going to get you a lot more of that as well but with much better looking men. I'm going to make you a pornstar!" "What?! Why!?" "Because I need to get back into the porno business and track down the son of a bitch who killed me!" She bent down and kissed my neck, one of her hands travelling down over my belly and into my newly trimmed and shaved pussy, making me shudder as she fingered me. "I'm going to make you a pornstar, Emily," she said before she vanished. † † † † † Dr Freeland coughed as Emily paused in her story, wondering if he should call someone to have her taken away. "So you see why I came here, doctor," she said. Because you're as mad as a box of frogs? Dr Freeland thought to himself. "Errrrr no, Emily, I'm afraid I don't." "I need you to confirm whether what Terri-Ann said is true. Did you use second hand implants? Did they belong to a dead pornstar?" Dr Freeland felt himself blush. "Well, ethically I couldn't possibly - - I mean, from a health point of view - - saving your husband some money - - he was quite insistent - - " "So it's true, then?" Emily said, her eyes widening. "Doctor, you have to help me. My implants are haunted!" † † † † † If you liked this story, please take a second to vote and/or leave a comment - - you can do both anonymously if you want to - - as feedback is what keeps me writing! Just remember this is my first Humor/Satire story so please be gentle with me! Dr, My Implants Are Haunted! Ch. 02 This story is definitely NOT to be taken seriously - - it's just a silly bit of fun I wanted to get out of my head. As it's the first time I've tried writing in the Humor/Satire category I hope you'll be gentle with me as far as comments or votes go. The first part is based on an idea from a friend - - if you like it, thank him, if you don't, blame me. As always, everyone is 18 or over. † † † † † Dr Freeland sat looking at his patient, Emily Wilson who had just told him that the breast implants she had - - the ones he had put inside her - - were haunted by their previous owner, a pornstar called Terri-Ann Titties who was gaining control over Emily's actions from beyond the grave. Every time Emily heard someone say the word "tits", Terri-Ann would force her to have sex in the hopes of gaining even more control over her with the ultimate aim of turning Emily into a pornstar so that through her, Terri-Ann could track down the person who killed her. Needless to say, this was not his usual post-operation consultation. "Will you help me, doctor?" Emily said. "Before it's too late?" "Emily, I'm sure you're just gaining more confidence since your operation," Dr Freeland said. "You've become more sexual and willing to experiment, that's all." Emily shook her head. "No, that's not it, doctor. Every time I hear that word - - " "You mean ti - - " "Don't say it!" Emily said, clapping her hands over her ears. Her arms made her huge tits bulge out the neckline of her dress. "Sorry, sorry," Dr Freeland said quickly. "But you have to see how crazy this is - - a dead pornstar's implants affecting your behaviour? It's just your mind trying to rationalise your behaviour, that's all." Emily was shaking her head as he spoke, however. "No, doctor, nothing like that would explain what happened in the basement of my house not long after the incident with the workmen." Dr Freeland shifted in his chair, surreptitiously adjusting his hard-on without her noticing. "What - - errr - - what happened?" Emily looked both worried and embarrassed. "Everything I tell you is confidential, correct?" The doctor nodded. "Well, a couple of days later - - " † † † † † Despite the craziness of my life, I was still a normal housewife in many ways and with my husband at work day in, day out, it fell to me to keep the house clean. With two teenage sons running around the place, there was a lot of cleaning and laundry to do, as you can imagine. One morning, I was suddenly overcome with a desire to clean the basement where our boys had their gym equipment, I raided my closet for some old clothes that I keep just for cleaning, pulling out some old jeans and a T-shirt. Before I put them on, though, I grabbed a pair of scissors and started cutting them without really knowing what I was doing or why - - it was like someone else was guiding my hands. After I'd finished, I put them on and looked at my reflection in the closet mirror - - the jeans were now the shortest pair of cut off shorts I'd ever seen, barely more than a strip of denim around my waist, a zip fly and the merest crotch, leaving my ass almost completely exposed. The T-shirt was much the same - - the sleeves had gone and the hem had been cut so that it finished just below my boobs. The neck had been cut away so that the slopes of my boobs were visible, along with my deep cleavage. "I can't walk around like this," I said aloud. You look fine, Terri-Ann's voice whispered in the back of my head. Now go clean the basement. That gave me a pause - - I'd never heard her voice without someone triggering an episode, but now here she was, telling me to do things. Still, the basement did need cleaning so I grabbed a pair of shoes - - the highest heels I had, for some reason - - and headed downstairs, boobs jiggling with each step, ass wiggling in those ridiculous shorty short shorts. I tottered into the kitchen and picked up a duster and some polish then made my way to the basement. Imagine my surprise when not one but both my sons were there, working out, both of them in T-shirt and shorts, their muscular arms glistening with the sweat of their exertions. Both of them are handsome young men and had been teaching me how to use the gym since my operation. "Oh, sorry boys, I didn't know you were here," I said. "That's okay, mom," Mark said before falling silent as he looked up at me. Adam turned and I swear I heard his jaw drop when he saw his mother dressed as I was. "Are you - - are you here for - - a lesson?" Mark asked. "No, I've just come to clean up," I said, tottering into the middle of the room and looking around at the mess of towels, sweat bands, T-shirts and sneakers that were laying around the place. "You boys carry on and ignore me." I turned around and bent over, giving them a perfect shot of my ass, the tiny denim thong slipping between my cheeks as I picked up the clothes at my feet. "Holy shit," I heard Adam whisper. I could practically feel his eyes on me and part of me wondered what the hell I was doing, wandering around in front of my sons dressed like a slut. I should stop this right now, go upstairs, get changed and pretend it never happened. But then I turned around, still bent over, my boobs stretching the neckline of the T-shirt to capacity. "Damn, mom, your new tits look great," Mark said. Yes! Terri-Ann's voice said in my head, a lot louder than in my bedroom. Why don't you show them your tits? From somewhere inside myself, I found the strength to turn around and straighten up, facing away from them. "No," I whispered, "They're my sons." They're men with cocks, Terri-Ann said, And I want them! "Don't speak to me like that, Mark," I said over my shoulder, walking over to the clothes hamper and dropping in the couple of T-shirts I'd picked up. "Sorry, mom," he said, "it's just that outfit - - it kinda - - shows you off a little." "Well, a lot, really," Adam said. I turned around and looked at them, hands on my hips. "Just because I dress to show off my new body doesn't mean you can treat me with disrespect. I'm still your mother." "Yeah, a real MILF," Mark said with a grin. "I don't know what that means," I said, staring at them angrily. "Explain it." "It means you're a mother I'd like - - " Mark began. "Like as a friend," Adam interrupted quickly. "Good," I said. "Now carry on with your workout and I'll finish cleaning this place." As I once again bent over and started cleaning up, I saw Adam hit Mark on the arm. You know that isn't what MILF stands for, don't you? Terri-Ann said in my head and I could almost feel her smiling. "I don't care," I whispered, bending over again to tidy up more clothes. "You're not having them." But what if they want you? Terri-Ann asked. I froze at the thought - - they were my sons but she was right, they were still men faced a big breasted woman dressed like a cheap slut - - how did I think they were going to react? "I need to leave," I whispered. You need to relax, Terri-Ann replied. I ignored the voice in my head and tottered on my high heels over to the stairs leading back up to the ground floor. As I did, we heard the front door open and Walter come in. "Boys - - if you're - - whew! - - in I could - - huff! - - do with a - - phew! - - helping hand!" he half hollered, half gasped. There was a heavy thump against the door leading to the basement. "I've got some - - phew! - - real heavy bags - - huff! - - of soil for the garden." We heard him head back out. I turned around as I felt Mark and Adam suddenly standing very close to me. "We should probably go help him," Mark said. Without saying a word, I walked up the stairs, grabbed the door handle and pushed, only to find it stuck with the bag Walter had just brought in. Before I could say anything, we heard Walter huffing and puffing as he brought another bag or two in to the house and dropped it on the floor, leaning it up against the first. "Whew! Shame the boys - - huff! - - aren't here," he gasped. "Probably out - - whew! - - picking up big titted bimbos - - huff! - - just like their mom." My jaw opened in shock at Walter's words - - he'd never referred to me in such a way before, at least as far as I knew. "Shame she ain't here - - huff! - - I could do with them big tits of hers myself." We heard him shuffle away, his voice getting quieter. "Be a shame if them big tits went to waste - - " Adam and Mark looked at me, or more specifically at my big boobs that were barely covered by the hacked apart T-shirt. "He's right, mom," Mark said. "Be a shame to let them big tits of yours go to waste." "And - - they are big tits, mom," Adam said, a little hesitantly. Come on, Emily, Terri-Ann said in my head. How many more times do these idiots have to say tits before you give in? "You're my sons," I said meekly. "You shouldn't say such things." Jesus Christ, woman, will you put your morals to one side and just fucking fuck them?! Terri-Ann almost shouted. "Can't help it, mom," Mark said, boldly reaching out and touching my bare belly, sliding his hand slowly upwards until his fingers grazed the underside of my boobs. "Come on - - show us your new tits." There! He said it again! That's your trigger word, Emily! Terri-Ann cried. Tits! Tits! Tits! In a daze I watched myself pull my already small T-shirt up and over my boobs, letting both my sons get a look at them. "Fucking hell, they're gorgeous," Mark said, cupping one of them, gently squeezing it, grinning as my nipple hardened. Emboldened by my moan of obvious pleasure, his brother reached out and took the other one. "Mmmm, boys that feels good," Terri-Ann's huskier voice said as she took control of my body and my actions. As if in a daze I watched myself reach out and rub at the front of my sons' shorts, feeling their hard ons. With Terri-Ann's smile on my face, I dropped to my knees there on the stairs, pushed their shorts down and, one after the other, took Mark and Adam's dicks into my mouth. "I wish those boys were here," Walter's voice came from the other side of the door, making me jump. To my even greater surprise, Mark called out. "We're here, dad!" "Oh, Mark, you gave me quite a fright," Walter said. How do you think I felt? I thought, all the while bobbing my head back and fore on Mark then Adam's dicks. "I'm afraid I've sort of locked you in," Walter said. "I've put some heavy bags against the door and I'm just too tired to move them right now." "Not a problem, dad," Adam said, joining in. "We've got plenty here to keep us entertained for a while," he said, reaching down and cupping my big tits. "That's good. Having a hard workout are you?" "Just about to," Mark said, lifting me up and turning me around, bending me at the waist. I was now between them, my mouth full of Adam's dick as Mark pushed down my tiny denim shorts and slid his own dick into my pussy. "Well make sure you really work at it," Walter said. "There's no sense in doing a half assed job." "Couldn't agree more, dad," Mark said as he thrust in and out of me. "Want to make sure we get the whole ass," he said, grabbing my butt cheeks. "Have you seen your mother?" "Yeah, I think she went out," Adam called as he moved his dick in and out between my lips. "Said she had a couple of - - big things she wanted to get her hands on." "Wonder if it was anything to do with supper?" "She mentioned getting some big sausages inside her," Adam said. "Maybe even getting a spit-roast." My sons had the cheek to high five each other over my back as they kept on fucking me. Mark gently lifted me up and spun me round, the boys taking each other's place, Adam now sliding his dick into my pussy, Mark letting me taste myself on his dick. "A spit-roast seems extravagant," Walter said from the other side of the door. "I don't think it's something she's done before but I guess if anyone can handle it, your mom can." He started to walk away. "You boys force your way out when you've finished your work out," he said. "We might be an hour or two yet, dad," Mark said. "Yeah, we want to make the most of some new equipment." "New equipment?" Walter called back. "Has your mother been spoiling you again?" Both boys looked down at me. "Oh yeah," Mark said. "She's been real good to us." "Well, make sure you give her something in return, okay? Show her some appreciation." "We will, dad," Adam said. As their father walked away, both boys started thrusting faster and it wasn't long before I came for the first time with my sons fucking me. Needless to say, Terri-Ann was ecstatic in my head, urging them on, calling out all manner of filth. The boys seemed to have boundless energy and took me from the stairs back to the basement, rearranging me as they wanted so they could take me time and again. Over and over they had me, including something I'd never have contemplated doing before my operation. Mark took some Vaseline and worked his big tool into my bottom, doing me gently until I was used to it before letting his brother do the same. To my surprise, I found I rather enjoyed it and, when they both took me at the same time - - one in my bottom, the other in my pussy - - I almost passed out in pleasure. Eventually, they finished and, at Terri-Ann's insistence, they emptied themselves on my big boobs. As I knelt there, covered in their essence, Terri-Ann's voice said. "Get your cell phones, boys. I want you to take some photos and then send the somewhere for me." "Sure, mom," Mark said as he and Adam took the pictures. "Where are we sending them?" "To an acting agent. Your mom's going to be a porn star," I said. † † † † † Dr Freeland coughed as he surreptitiously tried to rearrange his raging boner. "You - - you had sex with both your sons?" he managed to say. Emily nodded, a slight flush of embarrassment in her cheeks. "It was Terri-Ann who made me do it, of course," she said. "Of course," the doctor said. "And the - - the pictures? What happened with them?" "Well, the agent was very impressed. He signed me up straight away." "You mean you - - you've become a porn star?" "Oh yes, doctor. These last few months since Terri-Ann has taken a measure of control of my life, I've been swapping between being Emily Wilson the dutiful housewife and Tina Titties, MILF super slut on screen. Terri-Ann insisted I keep the name in the business. My weekends have been one long round of DPs, DPPs, ATM, OGATM, IR, FFM, MMF, MMMMMMMF, GBs, BBs and OAPs. Heck, I don't even know what some of those things stand for, but I've been doing them all." "My God, Mrs Wilson - - Emily - - why?" the doctor asked. "Like I said before, Terri-Ann needed to find out who killed her and the best way of doing that was to get back into the business." "And did - - did she - - did you find out?" "Oh yes, doctor," Emily said, standing up and pulling a pistol from her purse, aiming it at the doctor. "It was you, doctor. You killed me." "What?" he squealed. "I've never killed anyone in my life. I'm a doctor - - I help people." "I went in for surgery to make my tits bigger again," Emily said - - although, judging by her use of the first person, it seemed Terri-Ann was in control. "You were the surgeon - - your bungling killed me, doctor." Dr Freeland stared from her to the gun and back - - taking the opportunity to get a look at her tits on the way - - as he thought frantically. "Wait," he said. "Your real name - - is it Delores Wankelbaumgartenhoffs?" Emily / Terri-Ann paused. "It is, isn't it?" the doctor continued. "I was your surgeon, Delores - - " "Call me Terri-Ann," "Terri-Ann, sorry, sorry - - I was your surgeon and you did die on the table but that was before I even arrived for the operation." "What?" "You had an allergic reaction to the hospital gown you were given to wear. It was a new synthetic material, a million to one adverse reaction which meant it was taken off the market to prevent it happening again. Of course, sadly you'd passed away by that point, but at least your sacrifice means no one else will ever die from an incredibly rare allergy that only affects one in six billion or so people." "So you didn't kill me?" "No, Terri-Ann, I didn't. But if you still want that operation to go even bigger, I'll do it for free." "Even after I threatened to kill you?" Terri-Ann said, putting the pistol away. "Why?" "Isn't it obvious?" the doctor asked stepping out from behind his desk, his huge hard on leading the way. "I love you, Terri-Ann. I won't ask you to stop your porn career - - I won't ask you to stop having sex with your sons - - the only thing I'll ask, is if you'll marry me?" Dr Freeland went down on one knee, taking her hand in his. "Oh doctor, that's so romantic," Terri-Ann said. "But I'm married already. Well, technically its Emily whose married, but you see what I mean." "Well, you've got a gun. It'd be a shame not to use it," the doctor said. "Then, after the funeral, you and I could get married. Tell me you'll marry me, Emily - - Delores - - Terri-Ann." "Of course I will, doctor," Terri-Ann said. She dropped to the floor on top of him, both of them tearing at their clothes, desperate to consummate their engagement. In seconds the pair were naked, the surprisingly well-toned doctor standing proud as his patient / fiancée knelt naked before him, her huge tits in her hands as she bobbed her experienced mouth up and down his shaft, taking him balls deep on every stroke despite the anatomically awkward angle. Moaning in lust, he reached down and picked her up, laying her on his desk after sweeping the contents aside and plunging his boner deep inside her neatly trimmed pussy. As he banged away, he looked down at her huge tits that he had put in place, watching them bob and weave and circle around on her chest, and he thanked the Lord his father had convinced him to become a surgeon. "Oh doctor," Terri-Ann moaned. "This feels so good - - so right!" "Better than your husband?" Dr Freeland asked. "Oh yes!" "Better than your porn star actors?" Dr Freeland asked. "Oh yes!" "Better than your sons?" Dr Freeland asked. "Can I get back to you on that one?" Terri-Ann replied. "Sure, baby," the doctor said. He reached down between them and pulled his dick from her pussy, moving it down and sliding it easily into her butt, groaning in delight as he felt her tight muscles grip his shaft. "Oh yeah! Do me in the ass!" Terri-Ann moaned as Dr Freeland pushed his dick as deep into her butthole as he could. The door to his office opened and his secretary put her head around it. "Doctor, I heard some noise - - is everything alright?" she asked, watching her boss bugger his patient. "Everything's fine, Samantha," the doctor said, pounding away at Terri-Ann's ass. "Mrs Wilson here has just agreed to marry me. We're engaged!" "Congratulations," Samantha said, watching as the doctor withdrew his dick, allowing Terri-Ann to roll over on her front, bent over the desk, her huge tits squashing beneath her. "You're a very lucky woman, Mrs Wilson," she said as the doctor shoved his dick back into her asshole. "The doctor's a wonderful man and I've no doubt you'll be very happy together." "Thank you, Samantha," Terri-Ann gasped as she was sodomized. "Please say you'll come to the wedding?" "Wouldn't miss it for the world," Samantha said. "Shall I cancel all your other appointments, doctor?" "Yes please," Dr Freeland said, his dick buried balls deep in Terri-Ann's backside. "Mrs Wilson here is going to need all my attention this afternoon." "Not a problem," Samantha said. "Congratulations again," she said and closed the door. Dr, My Implants Are Haunted! Ch. 02 Dr Freeland grunted and groaned as he worked his dick back and forth in Terri-Ann's ass, grinning as she reached behind her to hold her ass cheeks apart. The pair of them panted and moaned and the doctor grinned as he felt her shake and quiver with an anally induced orgasm. "I'm going to cum!" he cried. "Shall I cum on your tits?!" "Always!" Terri-Ann replied. As he moved back, she turned and dropped to her knees, sucking on his dick as he jacked on it. A moment or two later and he withdrew from her lips and pointed his cock at her tits, his dick spurting out lines of thick jism, covering her huge, round, fake tits in spunk. "Oh doctor," Terri-Ann sighed. "I can't wait till we can do this as husband and wife." Dr Freeland looked down at her as she played with his cum on her tits. "Me too, darling, me too," he said. † † † † † Well that's just great, Emily thought in Terri-Ann's head as she couldn't help but watch the pair of them start fucking again not ten minutes later. I come here with a genuine medical complaint - - a pair of haunted implants - - and end up being a bit part in my own story which finishes like the plot of a daytime soap opera. First chance I get, I'll be straight on to the internet to leave a strongly worded complaint in the comments section. I mean, who writes this shit........? † † † † † If you liked this story, please take a second to vote and/or leave a comment - - you can do both anonymously if you want to - - as feedback is what keeps me writing!