Standard disclaimer- Hey, you under 18? Move it along. This is an adult story and should not be viewed by those under 18. No need to corrupt the minds of the youth there's plenty of reality out there doing that already! For those of you over 18 that might be upset by boobs or sex or the like, you need read no further either. But of course for those extreme dunderheads out there that need disclaimers on paint cans telling them not to drink the paint; this is a work of fiction all names are made up by the author and have no relationship to people living or dead. It's fiction! Ok, get over it. Now, if you are still with me, please, enjoy the story.
"Bullshit".
"Bullshit."
"Bullshit."
Mary was a tad upset.
"No, no, no. This won't fit, that won't fit. It's all too tight. That binds, this binds. I have had it!" Mary sobbed.
"Take it easy Mary; it's not that bad." Joe said.
"You don't have to pass on the 20 dresses you want just to find one that fits! I thought this one would be perfect and I would be cute. But NOOOOOOOO my big boobs have to get in the way. I can't even close the dress in the rear. I have looked all day and can't find anything for next weekend. I'll have to wear that same old tired outfit and everybody will say, 'Big tits doesn't have enough class to wear a new dress now and then.' They'll all be so catty to me. It's not my fault. I didn't make them this big. I am 5' 9" and measure 40-24-36. That's a 34DD bra. If clothes fit on bottom they're too tight on top; if they fit on top then they are too baggy everywhere else. I can't find anything that fits! I'm a DD, I'm too big! Boo hoo!" cried Mary.
"Oh, Mary. I love your boobs. Don't cry. When I married you last year I said till death do us part. Who cares what they say? I will be with you. Besides, you know how good I feel having the bustiest, er I mean the best woman in the room on my arm when we go to those parties?" Joe said.
Mary replied, "No, you were right the first time. You feel good about parading my DD's on your arm. No man at those parties even looks at my face and all the women talk mean to me. It's always been like that. I have had enough. Nothing fits. I am all tits. All I ever get is hassled or drooled on. I want a reduction."
Horror flashed through Joe's mind. Maybe she really meant it. He loved her big boobs. The last thing he would ever want is to have them smaller. Joe was a breast man from day one. It had been her "nice rack" that had attracted him in the first place. Now, the thought of losing those scared Joe. On the other hand, he had found out she was more than a pair of boobs. He really did love Mary. With a pain in his heart he couldn't believe what he was about to say, "Mary, whatever you want to do I will support you. I love you, Mary."
"Oh, Joe." Mary smiled and wrapped her arms around him as she placed her head on his chest and sighed.
Mary never did find a dress that fit, but she did find a plastic surgeon. She made an appointment to see him. She got a fast appointment but as it turned out it was the Monday after a very bad time at the party that she arrived in the surgeon's office.
Doctor Gnat had a beautiful office and waiting area. Mary was waiting. She was reading the various periodicals that were out on the tables. She couldn't help but notice that based on the other people in the office, she had a unique problem. That was, until another girl about her age of 28 came in. She had to be a DD as well. Mary thought to herself, "Finally, someone else here for a reduction. I was beginning to think all he did were enlargements."
After what was a long wait (I did say it was a doctor's office), Mary was called in and got to see the doctor. Doctor Gnat was a charmer and a fast talker. He had a short but thorough chat with Mary about her breasts and the problems she was having with their size. He told her that she had to be comfortable with her self image, but if they weren't causing her physical problems she ought to think twice about having them reduced. He went on to explain how he had seen women bigger than her size ask to be made bigger. Mary was a little startled by that. She had begun to think she had the largest boobs in the world, but a more thorough discussion with Dr. Gnat showed her (literally, with pictures) that she wasn't near as big as some of his patients. But that wasn't the point of her visit. She focused the discussion and his attention on what a rough time they were giving her. Dr. Gnat explained that he merely wanted her to be satisfied, with a well thought out decision, because this wasn't an item she could undo by asking for an exchange at the return counter. Mary laughed at that one. She insisted she wanted to have a reduction.
"Very well Mary, to be direct: what size did you want?" asked Dr. Gnat.
"I want to be an A cup" replied Mary.
"Really, at 5'9" that would be awfully small on your frame. I would suggest you would be more happy at a C cup. Besides my A cup patients all say they have problems finding clothes. The same problem you are having now." said Dr. Gnat.
"Oh, you're right. I am still upset from the party this last weekend. An A cup would be tiny wouldn't it? I might need to get them enlarged afterwards." HA HA "Ok, look, a big B or small C would probably be the best way to go." said Mary.
"Mary, you must be sure on this. You can't be making guesses." said Dr. Gnat.
"No, I want to be smaller. The A cup was frustration speaking. Making them a cup size of B/C would be very much what I want. Can you be so precise as to actual cup size?"
"Of course I can Mary. Even before our newest technique we could do that with traditional implants. We can do even better with the new fiber implants. Which is what I propose we go with in your case."
"Wait a second Doctor. I am here for a reduction not implants." replied Mary.
"Of course you are. Traditional breast reduction methods involved cutting the underside of the breast, cutting off the nipple, removing excess tissue, reattaching the nipple and sewing the whole breast back together. This leaves a so-called 'keyhole scar' on the front of your breast. Not visible unless you're naked, but a scar nevertheless. You told me earlier that you still wanted to have children and that you considered nursing important. The surgical reduction technique impacts the ability to nurse. There is only a 50-50 chance that after that procedure a woman can nurse if she has a baby.
"With the fiber implant, that is all changed. Using microsurgery we enter through your belly button. I then snake a tube up and into your breasts. First I hollow the breast out. Then, via feeding through the tube, bit by bit the breast is replaced with the fiber implant. The implant actually attracts and causes reproduction of breast cells and fatty tissues. This is based on a coding that is placed on the fibers themselves. Then what happens is all new tissue grows inside the skin. This results in a fully functional breast with no scarring and the fibers are absorbed into the body over time and disappear. This procedure allows the end result to be a natural breast of the size a woman wants. Obviously a vast improvement over both traditional implants and reduction procedures. Not only is this great for the woman, but as a surgeon I can use the same technique for either enlargements or reductions."
"So, how do you tell the breast what size to be?"
"Oh, that's all done ahead of time. A very little bit of the resultant size is the amount of fiber put into the breast. But the majority of it is the cell growth that takes place around the fiber itself. We merely encode the fiber for the amount of growth that is to take place. In the case of a reduction like yours this is actually a very inexpensive operation. In the case of an enlargement, well, the encoding is a difficult process. When you attempt to go for prolonged growth it can get very expensive, as the growth is then in a race against the fibers being absorbed. But I am digressing. We encode the fibers to grow you to your new size. Immediately after the operation you will probably be all the way down to a B, but maybe not - there is swelling. Anyway, the swelling goes away and you grow to your preprogrammed new size. Actually, in your case you might never change in size after the operation, based on the size you want to end up at."
"Sign me up Dr. Gnat! This couldn't be better," a smiling Mary said.
"Fine, we will do some pre-tests. I can have you scheduled in two weeks. I see on your chart that you have Yellow Cross. Mmm, that would be a problem if we went for an enlargement, but they do cover reductions. I should be..."
Mary cut him off in mid-sentence, "What if they don't cover this? What is the cost? How will I know if I am covered?"
"Not to worry, we get pre-approval before we finalize your date. However, this is a relatively cheap surgery. The grand total would only be about $5,000." replied Dr. Gnat.
"Oh, well, gee, if need be I can do it on a credit card."
"Don't do that! They might repossess them if you miss a payment."
On that laugh, Dr. Gnat excused himself and left the office. Mary went home to tell Joe the good news.
"Two weeks Joe! Two weeks and my problems are solved! Whoopee!" a very happy Mary said.
Joe felt like a man just given a death sentence. In two weeks, two of the biggest loves of his life would be gone forever. The bright side is that it would make Mary happy.
"Great, two weeks then," Joe said with a sad heart.
"Fine, sulk then. Look, I wish you had these things on your chest. That way my clothes could fit and you'd have your knockers!" Mary said with spite.
"You know what would happen if your wish came true?" asked Joe.
"Yeah, you'd never leave the house as you played with your tits all day!" retorted Mary.
"You're right!" said Joe and they both laughed.
Over the next two weeks Mary was on pins and needles, and her nipples were sore. Joe was conducting a "going out of business" sale on her large breasts and gave her even more attention than usual. Mary got to the point where she was fighting Joe off. He was getting obsessive. He got even more persistent when Yellow Cross authorized the surgery and the date was locked down to be in four days. Mary began looking forward to the surgery more to get Joe's lips from her nipples and his dick from her cleavage than to resolve her build. Though she loved sex with Joe, there was too much of a good thing, you know.
The day of the surgery came. Mary had to be at the hospital at 5 am. Joe was with her every step of the way. Was he almost in tears? Her surgery was scheduled for 2 pm but she was told she had to be placed in the queue. She soon found out what that meant. Dr. Gnat was in high demand. More to the point, he had 12 surgeries that day: 10 enlargements, one lift, and one reduction. Mary had just gotten through the hospital in-processing and last minute checks when the nurse came in and said she was late. They got Mary undressed, got her onto a gurney and put a big tag on her toe that said "Mary Turnbell, REDUCTION". She was then wheeled out into the corridor. There she saw the queue. The surgeries were scheduled for 20 minutes each and all the patients were in a line of gurneys waiting. Mary was going to say something, but she got shot with a sedative instead.
Joe was with Mary. He had to put on hospital scrubs to accompany her to the corridor. He was there as they gave her the sedative. He was the one that understood when the nurse said it was just to get her ready for the anesthesia that would follow. Mary had just zonked out with the shot. Joe looked at the line in front of them. There were two in front of Mary. It would be about 40 mins before she went in. He looked down at Mary. Oh, his sweet Mary. Soon she would be his sweet "little" Mary. There was an empty patient room right next to their place in the queue.
Joe bent over and whispered into Mary's ear, "There's a place I can wheel you for a little goodbye kiss. It will be private, ok?"
"Mump, mump, the dog, eat the cookies" Mary said incoherently.
"Ok, you sound up to it," and Joe wheeled her into the room and closed the door.
In the room Joe lifted the sheet. He saw Mary's magnificent DD breasts for what would be the last time. He gazed lovingly at her three inch wide nipples. Then slowly he gathered the base of her right breast in both his hands. He placed his mouth over the nipple and began to suck. He flicked the nub with his tongue. He massaged with both of his hands. Mary, though drugged, began to moan. Joe then repeated this with the left breast. Then held his head between both breasts. Then he started over. This went on and on. Joe lost track of time and Mary was oblivious to all but feeling good. Finally, Joe finished his goodbye ritual and wheeled Mary back into line.
Joe stayed with Mary until she went into the surgery. He was there when she got out. He was there when the Doctor came by.
"How are you doing, Mary?" asked Dr. Gnat
"I am still woozy from the drugs. I am much smaller, but I thought I would be even smaller," replied Mary.
"Don't worry you're small enough," chimed in Joe.
"Oh, don't worry Mary. I said there could be swelling. It will take a while for the swelling to go down and your breasts to stabilize. Right now, you're doing ok. Go home and get some rest. I'll see you in a couple of weeks. Bye now," and Dr. Gnat left.
In about another hour the drugs had wore off to where she could get dressed.
"I am so groggy, but how do I look?" asked Mary as she was getting dressed.
A depressed Joe said, "Honey, you look great."
"I look drugged. But that was nice of you. I had the weirdest dream while I was out. I dreamt you had pulled me into a room and were playing with my titties. It got me hot. What a silly thing to dream in surgery."
"Ah... yes, it is silly. We need to get home. Here's your... oh sorry, forgot - it won't fit now will it?"
"Yea, just throw that old bra in the trash. I am supposed to wear this special one for the next few days, then I can wear whatever fits me. WHATEVER FITS ME! Let's go home," and with that Mary and Joe headed home.
Over the next few days the pain in Mary's chest subsided rapidly. She was concerned about the swelling. When she went to the store she found out she was a very full C cup. They never went down over the next couple of weeks, so she gave the Dr.'s office a call the day before her scheduled post-op visit.
"Hello, this is Mary Turnbell. I had a reduction with Dr. Gnat two weeks ago. I am scheduled for an appointment tomorrow, but I have some questions right now," said Mary.
"Ok, just a minute... wait... maybe I can help or at least relay the question," the voice at the other end of the phone said.
"It's my reduction. I am a very big C cup. I was supposed to be a big B cup. I think it's swelling. The Doctor said the swelling should be gone by now but I still have it," said Mary.
"That's odd. Most people report all swelling gone within 3 - 5 days at the most. Let me go ask the Doctor," the voice replied.
The line remained open as the person put the phone down. Mary heard some kind of arguing and then the voice came back on the line, "I have been told to instruct you that you are no longer a patient here and that Dr. Gnat will not be providing you any follow up services or referrals. If you have any questions you can go back to Yellow Cross, sorry, goodbye."
Mary was flabbergasted. What was all that about? She tried calling back but all they did was hang up on her. She thought maybe it was all a mistake and she would just show up for her appointment tomorrow. Wrong answer. She wound up being escorted from the building and nobody would talk to her. When Mary told Joe later that afternoon of the appointment, he became angry and went down to the Doctor's office and demanded to see Dr. Gnat. Joe got arrested for trespassing and Mary had to go bail him out.
It took a full day later to get Joe out of jail - other foul-ups thanks to the legal system. Mary had been so concerned about Joe that she hadn't bothered to call Yellow Cross, and Joe was in jail so it didn't matter what he thought. It was only when she pulled into the driveway with Joe freshly out of jail that they saw the express mail letter on the doorstep.
Joe opened the letter. It was from Yellow Cross: "Authorization for reduction surgery revoked due to implant usage. This procedure is not authorized as it is cosmetic in nature. Forwarded and now due is a billing of $120,000," and it went on to itemize charges.
"Good grief, Mary. Look at this! We just got a bill for over 100 g's for making your boobs smaller!" whimpered Joe.
"No, that's not right, let me see it." said Mary. She read the note and had to sit down.
Joe called Yellow Cross. They insisted the billing was correct and they had 30 days to pay. Joe pointed out the plain fact that he didn't have that kind of money. Yellow Cross said ok and gave him 40 days to pay.
Joe and Mary were perplexed. This didn't make any sense. Then a knock came at the door.
Two guys were standing there.
"Joe or Mary Turnbell?" asked one.
"Yes, I am Joe Turnbell," replied Joe.
In unison both said, "You're served." Each handed Joe a paper, and then walked off.
Joe opened the papers, "Mary we are being.........NO.....NO....PLEASE!" and he began to cry.
Mary rushed to his side. The papers reflected combined lawsuits of $30 million. First was a $5 million lawsuit from Dr. Gnat for theft of services, slander, and loss of income through Turnbell misconduct. The second lawsuit was from an Alice B. Goodbody for $25 million for loss of income due to Turnbell misconduct. Mary started crying too.
"But this is all wrong! It doesn't even say what we did," sobbed Mary.
Joe was too busy looking in the yellow pages. He stopped on "Lawsuits B Us" and dialed the phone.
The next day, Mary and Joe were in Ira Ephraim's office at "Lawsuits B Us".
"OK, this is quite the case. Since your initial call yesterday, I got all the court documents. I can tell you right now that there's going to be a lot of publicity. So, tell me why did you do it?"
"Do what?" answered Joe and Mary together.
"Why did you steal the implants, and trick Dr. Gnat to implant them? As if you didn't know," said Ira.
"Look, I don't know what this is about. I went in for a reduction. He didn't do such a great job as I wound up a lot bigger than he said. I was suppose to be a B cup and he made me a C cup. BUT how did I steal implants if I started out a DD and am now a C cup?" asked Mary.
"Sometimes the obvious is the hardest thing to see. You couldn't have done it! Just look at you! We can counter-sue the hell out of them!" said Ira while rubbing his hands together.
"Why are you happy?" asked Joe
"It's just that this is a simple case. We got them up front, so to speak, and they are going to pay. Boy, are they going to pay! I'll demand that they speed up the court proceedings and we'll hold a press conference. A good old counterattack is the best defense." said Ira.
They held their press conference. It was probably one of the few times that a girl in a bikini was part of a press conference (except during sweeps week that is). They had Mary there in a bikini to show how that the lawsuit alleging she stole implants and services was ludicrous. Plus, they announced they were counter-suing Dr. Gnat for malpractice for his failure to follow-up on Mary's care.
The press was very sympathetic to the Turnbells. One has to wonder how sympathetic they would have been if Mary looked bad in a bikini. Fuel was added to the fire when the other sides in the lawsuit said they would do their talking in court and refused to comment to the press.
The press pressure and the willingness of all sides in the suit allowed the preliminary hearing on the case to be set up in court in a mere four weeks.
Mary had bought a new outfit for the trial. Ira told her to get something tight that would show off she was not an implant stealer. She choose a woman's business suit, with skirt and a tight shirt.
The day of the hearing, as Mary was getting dressed, she noticed that her C cup bra was too low. She had her breasts hanging almost out of the top of the bra. So, she pulled it up until it fit right. She went and looked in the mirror. "Arrrg" she thought. While the top was right the bottom of her boobs were sticking out the bottom of her bra. The bra was too small. She figured something might have happened in the wash. So, she tried on another bra, and another, and finally all of them. She started sweating. She had outgrown her bra. She had to be a D cup now. She also was running out of time and had to get dressed for court. Fit or no fit she needed a bra in that tight shirt. She put on the ill fitting C cup and got dressed.
Mary, Joe and Ira were met by a large group of reporters at the courthouse steps. The century's Knocker Trial was about to begin. To Mary's great pleasure Ira did all the talking and kept Mary mostly off camera.
This was just the preliminary hearing. There were some opening discussions with the judge but it really couldn't get too far. It was just to verify there was enough evidence to go to trial. As the opening discussions were being made by Dr. Gnat's and Ms. Goodbody's counsels (neither Gnat or Goodbody were there), Mary was feeling great discomfort. The bra was cutting across the bottoms of her breasts and hurt a lot. Mary excused herself and went to the restroom. In the restroom she went in a stall and removed her top clothing. Her breasts had a large red mark from the underwire in the bra. They did hurt! She massaged them and they felt better. Mary knew there was no way she could get back into that bra. She hoped for the best and put back on her tight shirt. Yikes, it was tight. A very plain pressure ridge went across the shirt where her unrestrained breasts pulled it taut in the front. Mary gulped, put the coat back on and went back into the court room.
"Your honor, the suits by my worthy adversaries are based entirely on innuendo and attempts to cover up one doctor's incompetence. All you have to do is look at my client to see that these charges are false and this case should be dismissed," and with that statement Ira pointed at Mary.
It was at that moment that the center button on Mary's shirt gave up the battle. With a large "PING" it hit the table and twirled off the table's smooth surface to the right. All eyes in the court room were fixed on Mary as the shirt bulged open in the front. Clearly visible to all present was a deep soft cleavage that, if Mary had not grabbed the front of her shirt, would have been two large breasts exposed instead, as the rest of the buttons popped off in a zipper tear.
Dr. Gnat's lawyer jumped up, "Your honor, that's our point. These implants will take six months to develop fully. We ask a delay in these proceedings to allow the nature of the implants to provide the prima facia evidence to prove our case. But in the meantime, with the court's indulgence we ask that Ms. Turnbell's chest be photographed today in order to prove the implant theft in six months."
Judge Raston said "Very well, good points. This is set for trial six months from today. Ms. Turnbell you will now accompany a female bailiff and have your exposed chest photographed. I can see you're almost ready now. These photos will be closed evidence that may only be released with the consent of both parties. Further, over the next six months Ms. Turnbell you will come to the court house and be photographed in a similar fashion each month. You are also forbidden to take any actions that would modify the size of your breasts."
"Objection" yelled Ira.
"Overruled" said Judge Raston. "Court's adjourned until six months from today."
Mary was led to the restroom. There she took off her top and had photos taken of her chest from the front and from the side. Mary cried during this humiliating experience.
After the photos were done, Ira hurried them out the side door of the court to avoid the press. They then all went back to Ira's office.
"How come we have to wait for court for me to find out that these are those new fangled growing implants? Why do I have an innocent client that is obviously bigger than when I took on the case? Why did I look like the fool today?" demanded an angry Ira.
"But, I didn't do anything" said Mary.
"Something happened! What happened the day of that surgery?" asked Ira.
"I went in, was in-processed, put in a big line of people waiting for surgery, had surgery and went home," replied Mary.
"So, are your breasts growing?" asked Ira.
"Yes, I am bigger. The swelling never did go down. I have been filling out on the inside, it's hard to explain but it's just like the doctor said it would happen. But then for the past week I have been growing, just a little bit bigger each day," said Mary.
"Then you stole the implants! Why?" an insistent Ira said.
"No, I can't explain. I told you everything. I told you... now wait. The dream! I had a dream that my tits were played with. That I was in a room alone with Joe. Why did I dream that Joe?" asked Mary.
"Ok look, all I did was pull her into a room and say a special goodbye to her chest. No big deal I rolled her back right away," said a sheepish Joe.
"Shmuck, shmuck, shmuck, shmuck! You know who was behind Mary in that line?" asked Ira.
"No" said Joe and Mary shook her head.
"One Alice B. Goodbody, that's who!" said Ira as he came to his feet.
"Oh, no, that means..." said Joe.
"Yes, it does," said Ira.
"What does it mean?" demanded Mary, who stood up and looked at Joe.
"It means I put you back in line behind Alice B. Goodbody, so she got your reduction and you got her enlargement, that's what" said Joe while staring at the floor.
"No, no, no. God damn you, Joe! No, why me? Oh, no. Ira, did they say how big these are going to get?" stammered Mary.
Ira got his court papers out and started flipping through them. "I had seen it before and hadn't given it a thought; but now... now the accusations are true. Wait, here it is. Gee, she looks to be your build, that's part of the argument, why it was so easy for you to steal them. No here it is........." said Ira.
"Well?" asked Mary.
"Sit down, Mary."
"Tell me."
"Alice B. Goodbody's suit is for loss of income due to your misconduct. She claims that you stole custom produced fiber implants. That these implants would have generated an income for her in excess of $25 million over the next 10 years as she toured the strip circuit...." Ira was still trying to talk.
"Tell me!!!" Mary interrupted.
"That the increase of her bust line to a standard bra measurement of a N or MM cup would have guaranteed this revenue in the entertainment industry....Joe grab Mary she fainted!"
Mary came to and started crying. "A house, a house, I am going to have tits the size of a house!"
"Oh, Mary, I really am sorry. That's too big for a wife. Oh, I am sorry" lamented Joe, who really did feel that was too big.
"Can't we do anything, Ira?" sobbed Mary.
"About your growing? We have a court order that prevents us from doing anything about that. Isn't there anything else you can tell me about the surgery?"
"Well there was the tag on my toe with my name and the word reduction on it."
"You sure?"
"Yeah, all the hospital papers say that even the release form. Guess it was some kind of state law after they cut off the wrong foot on someone."
"So, you switched the tags, didn't you Joe?" asked Ira.
"No! Look I wanted her to keep her big boobs. But I love her more than her boobs. I was really just getting in one last quicky with them. I didn't touch any tags. All this growth stuff is just as surprising to me as Mary. Besides, my God, you think I would have made my wife an N cup?? I feel like shit." answered Joe.
"You are a shit," said Mary. "But a loveable shit."
Ira got up and danced a jig. "We got them, we got them. It is malpractice. He's got to read the damn tag. He can't wave this off. He got in a rush and worked off his schedule queue instead of rechecking tags - we got him! But the bad news is you still have culpability to Ms. Goodbody due to your actions. If you hadn't switched people in the queue then all of this might not have happened. The court may well find you have some damages to pay. It won't be as much as it was but it's still there. We're going to need to go to trial on this after all."
Nailing Gnat on malpractice and probably reducing the amount of damages was the only good news that came out that day. What came out over the next few weeks was that the Yellow Cross bill could not be stopped. The ongoing press and legal actions put Joe too long away from work and he lost his job. This caused the Turnbells to file bankruptcy. It was only with the filing of bankruptcy that they were able to save their home.
Mary tried to stay at home as much as possible as they waited for trial. One week later she had popped out of her D cup and was back to her old size. Mary would stand before the mirror and look at her breasts. Sometimes she felt she could actually see them grow. At least they were firmer than before the surgery. Her nipples were slowly expanding as well. When she got back to her old DD size, Joe was very happy. Until he found out she wouldn't let him touch them. She was really pissed off at Joe. But as time wore on so did her resolve. It was four months later when she relented and let Joe be with her.
Joe was overwhelmed. Mary's massive breasts covered his face. They hadn't yet filled out the MM cup bra they had built for her to grow into, but she was close. Must have been around an L cup, he guessed. What he did know was that it was nearly 48 inches around her small frame. He placed one of her huge nipples in his mouth and began to suck. It had been so long for Mary. So very long. They were so sensitive. It felt really good. Really beyond good. His sucking, then flicking on the nub of her nipple. Then he would hold and tweak her other breast at the same time. She said "Oh, honey yes". Those were the last words she could speak for she started exploding in orgasm.
"Oh Joe. I had a nipple orgasm. I never had one before! Don't stop!"
Joe, having his mouth full did not speak (that wouldn't have been polite), and instead he continued to suck. Needless to say, from that point their sex life got back on track.
As the months rolled on Mary became accustomed to being photographed at the courthouse by numerous reporters. When she was about a K cup there had been a big picture of her in a local paper asking if her case was a bust. After that Ira told her to ensure she kept her tits undercover till the trial.
Keeping them undercover was becoming much more difficult during the last month before the trial. Mary had finished her growth. She had fully grown into her MM cup bra. She had a chest that measured 54 inches. She wore sweatshirts or windbreakers over her now full bra. There were no other garments she had available to her size. While custom garments could be ordered, they were bankrupt and out of work. Mary had to get by with what she already had to wear.
Jobless people waiting for trial have a lot of time on their hands. It was not a happy time for Mary. When she woke in the morning she would sit up and look down at her chest in awe and dread. Each day it was becoming just a little bigger. On occasion she would go and stand in front of a mirror and feel depressed. All she saw before her were two huge breasts that were getting bigger everyday.
When Joe saw her in front of the mirror he would want to comfort her. He would come up behind her and reach around her. First he would hold her waist and whisper his love into her ear. Then he would move his hands from her waist to the front of her breasts and grab her nipples. He would lightly tweak them and massage her breasts while whispering sweet nothings in her ear and kissing her neck. This always got Mary very hot. They would quickly wind up in bed. If they did it doggy style Mary's great breasts would start a fast swaying motion. If they got going too fast, Mary would just bend slightly forward and they would stop their movement when they plopped onto the bed. If she took the female superior position, the slightest leaning forward covered Joe's face with her breasts. She would joke that she could kill Joe just by leaning forward while they had sex - or put another way, that's how she would fuck him to death.
Afterwards, when Joe cuddled with Mary, her breasts would lay flat on her chest and the boobs would spread out far enough that they rested on Joe's chest as well. Sex was good, but the rest of their life was bad as they waited for the trial to start.
Finally the trial started. Mary had to be secreted into the court to avoid the press. The courtroom was a circus. There were big pictures on easels over the room marked as evidence but with cloth covering them. There were reporters and more than one men's magazine asking Mary for an interview or layout. In the court she finally got to see Alice Goodbody for the first time. It was the same girl she had seen in Gnat's office that day. She had thought Alice was getting a reduction instead she was planning for a massive enlargement. No wonder Gnat said there were people that wanted them even bigger!
The opening statements began. It was Gnat's attorney. He went on and on about the theft then started pulling the cloth off the pictures. They showed the development of Mary's breasts over the last six months. Then he turned to the judge, he asked him to clear the courtroom and instruct Mary to stand and expose her chest to the jury to verify all he had said. He wanted to have her breasts booked into evidence.
The room was cleared and Mary stood crying. The judge ordered her to remove her wind breaker. She did so and there was a gasp from the jury as they saw her giant breasts. But Gnat's attorney wasn't satisfied, he asked the judge to order her to remove her bra for the jury.
Mary had had enough. She took her bra off and threw it at Gnat's attorney. Then she stripped down to her thong panties. She started to gyrate around the court.
"Here, you want to see them? Here they are! Big ones!" She went to the jury box and put a bald juror's head between her breasts as she danced.
"Order, order in the court!" barked the judge.
"No, I have to show off my boobies! This case is about my boobies! Everybody look at my boobies!" and Mary continued to dance now hopping up on a table.
"Mary you have to stop. You're hurting our case!" pleaded Ira.
"You are in contempt! Bailiff, grab that woman!" cried the judge.
"Mary, stop, please" begged Joe.
"Oh no, you want large boobies, I got large boobies. Those people say I stole these boobies. Well here they are everybody, you think I want to be a freak??? Well, lookie, lookie here they are...." Mary couldn't complete her sentence as a bailiff grabbed her and took her to a holding cell.
Mary was in the cell, still in just her panties, weeping. In came Ms. Goodbody.
"Hi, I am Alice. That was quite the little show there in court."
"I didn't steal your boobs. It was all a terrible mistake. If I could give these to you I would. I don't like sitting here crying with tits that are resting on my knees."
"Yeah, those are some whoppers I am glad they are not on me. I got yours. I am a perfect C cup. I always wanted to be that small but a reduction was out of the picture as I strip for a living. Do you know how much this little switch has cost me?"
"I know $25 million"
"Hon, the truth is a lot more than that. Try going from a DD to a C as a stripper and see what that does to your real time income! But, I am not here to bitch at you. Your little display up there convinced me it wasn't theft but a screwup by the doc. Yeah, I talked to your husband. A real horn dog you got there, sucking on your tits just before surgery - give me a break!"
"Yeah, he is a shit, but I love him."
"Tell you what Hon, I got a plan. Those huge titties of yours cost me $117,000 to make. I am out of pocket, you and your husband are out of work. There's no way in hell you can pay what is due me. On the other hand, I don't have a real desire to be that size. It was all a marketing gimmick on my part. I was going to be "MM, the dancer that melts in your mouth and not in your hands." Giant boobs and a gimmick - a sure money maker. Your little display back in court showed me that besides not stealing my implants, you could be quite the "little" dancer yourself. That doesn't have to go to waste. You come dance with me as your manager and agent and this whole debt thing can be cleared up, and a pretty penny made for you as well."
Mary and Alice talked and talked. The case wound up being settled out of court. Ira even got them some money from Dr. Gnat, after he reminded Gnat's counsel about the toe tags. Mary is dancing for Alice now as "Mary, the MM girl who melts in your mouth and not on your hands." That's also a secret joke between Mary and Joe. Since she can now have nipple orgasms, she really can melt in your mouth in a manner of speaking. Ms. Goodbody's and the Turnbell's accountant figures that in about 10 years all of them will be several million dollars ahead of whatever could have come out of the court case. Mary also thinks that when she stops stripping she will finally get her boobs reduced to, well, a C cup. Just like her friend Alice. That is, after ensuring Joe is out of state first!