(This is a fictional story. Fictional meaning that it never really
happened. Wendy Whoppers, if you read this, lemme know what you think.)
Wendy Whoppers was bored. She was just sitting on her couch, watching TV. She was watching a soap opera as some bleach blonde was putting the moves on some other woman's husband. Wendy shook her head and said to herself, "Blondes really do have more fun."
Wendy remembered the good times. She remembered them more often than she cared to think about. She was living the good life as a blonde babe with big boobs. Now she had black hair, a smaller chest, and was living in misery.
Let's go back a little. Ultimately, Wendy decided that her huge breasts were too large for her small frame. So she got a reduction. And because she was tired of being a blonde, she dyed her hair black. With a lighter load to carry, Wendy was perfectly happy. At first.
In the beginning, Wendy was happy because she found many more clothes that fit her and she wouldn't be stared at in public any more. But as time went on, Wendy missed the attention she got in public, whether it was from horny males or from jealous females. She missed the way she made salesgirls upset when she said, "I need more room in the chest." She missed the attention she got when she went to the beach in a bikini and became the centerpoint of all the guys' attention.
Most of all, she missed the work. Before, Wendy and her big boobs raked in tons of cash, whether she was dancing, modeling, or fucking. Wendy still had a decent career as an adult entertainer, but the money she was being paid now was nowhere near what she had before. She figured that for this money, she might as well have gone back to being Tommy TaTa's.
It's true. In this business, bigger boobs mean bigger bucks. She watched as girls like Minka, SaRenna Lee, and even her good friend Lisa Lipps, made tons of loot. Meanwhile, Wendy was now living from paycheck to paycheck. For the most part though, she was living off her savings, but how much longer was that going to last?
Wendy considered getting her breasts re-enlarged, but the doctors said no. Her breasts had been surgically blown up, reduced, and fixed so often that they were no longer operable. To operate again could mean death, the doctor said.
Wendy came to accept her fate. She was to no longer be the voluptous bombshell that she was before, but to just be an "average" girl.
The next day, Wendy was at the supermarket food shopping. She turned the corner and she saw SaRenna Lee looking at the peanut butter.
"SaRenna!" Wendy called.
SaRenna looked up. "Wendy!" she responded.
Wendy came down the aisle and hugged SaRenna. "I haven't seen you in a while. What have you been up to?"
"Nothing but work. Between touring, and the magazines, and the films, I hardly have any time for myself. But I love it, that's why I'm still going. How about you?"
"I have a lot of time on my hands. Work just hasn't been the same since my reduction. I have plenty of money stashed away, but that's not going to hold out forever. It seems like the only time I even get jobs anymore is when they need to get someone cheap."
"Do you regret it?"
"Getting the reduction? It was cool at first, but now it sucks. I just miss being in the limelight. I'd get my boobs re-enlarged, but the doctors said that they're so messed up, I could die if they operate again. So I guess I have to live with being washed up."
"You're not washed up, Wendy."
"I'm glad to see that someone doesn't think so. But my time is over, SaRenna. I just have to face facts."
"Hold on, Wendy. I just had a thought. If you're really serious about wanting back in, I have just the doctor for you."
"I just told you that I'm inoperable."
"He doesn't use surgery, he uses specially made chemicals or something. Here's his card." SaRenna pulled a card out of her cleavage and handed it to Wendy. "Trust me, the guy is great. I had some bad scars on my boobs because of Reggie, and Dr. Calvert completely eliminated them. I'm sure he can help you."
"Thanks, SaRenna."
"I have to go, Wendy. Call me. We'll have lunch." SaRenna left.
Wendy looked at the card. " 'Dr. Lawrence Calvert. Non-surgical body alterations and upkeep.' Why not? Worth a shot."
The next day, Wendy went to Dr. Calvert's office. The receptionist, a kind, yet flat, lady showed her into his office and told her to wait. When the doctor finally showed, he wasn't Wendy expected him to be. Rather than some geeky scientist, Dr. Calvert was an older gentleman with a kind smile. Wendy felt at ease. He reminded her of her father.
After exchanging pleasantries, Dr. Calvert decided to get down to business. "So," said Dr. Calvert. "How may I help you today?"
Wendy explained her ordeal. She explained the situation about her boobs and how they were inoperable and so on. When she finished, the doctor leaned back in his chair, stroking his beard.
"So you want your breasts back to the size they were previously?" he asked.
"Yes," Wendy answered. "Bigger if possible."
"I don't think that will be a problem," said the doctor. "I will return shortly with just the solution for you." And on that, the doctor left the room.
About fifteen minutes later, the doctor returned with a small bottle that encased some sort of green liquid. He handed it to Wendy and said, "Drink up."
A little puzzled, Wendy obliged. The stuff went down smooth, a little like Kool-Aid. Wendy waited for about thirty seconds.
Thirty seconds was all she needed. Her breasts became hot, sensitive to the touch. She stripped off her top and bra because of the heat. She looked down to see that though her tits were practically on fire, they were expanding. Her breasts swelled and lifted, shaping themselves into two perfectly round spheres. They continued to grow, reaching their previous size and then growing beyond it. Wendy was amazed that they were growing so much bigger. When they were finally done and cooled off, her breasts were now 1 1/2 times bigger than her pre-reduction breasts, and they were perfectly round and smooth with nipples as thick as her thumbs. Wendy was spellbound.
"Damn," she said. "They're so smooth and heavy."
"And better than ever," the doctor said. "But there are a few stipulations. First off, though they are much bigger, they do not put extra strain on your back. The potion you consumed not only enlarged your chest, but it also fortified your skeletal structure and spinal column with adamantium, the hardest metal known to man. So you can now support them with ease."
"Wow!"
"Second, there is one weird side effect. The potion cleanses the body of imperfections. That means that all wrinkles, stress lines, birthmarks, and such have been completely erased."
Wendy pulled up her shorts and looked down at her thigh. Her tattoo was gone! But she wasn't even upset. "Small price, I guess," she said. "Thank you, Doctor. How can I ever repay you?"
"Just pay your bill on time," the doctor said. He handed her a bra and a top that would fit her new proportions. Then they said goodbye and left.
Wendy went home to call Phil Simmons, head of the Starlight Club. She told him that he must put Wendy Whoppers on to perform that night. He hesitated, but when she mentioned her bigger boobs, he agreed.
Wendy washed the black dye of her naturally blonde hair. She stood in the bathroom's full-length mirror admiring her blonde hair, her big tits, and her clear skin. She smiled, knowing that Wendy Whoppers was back in a big way.
And so the rest was history. She performed at the Starlight Club and was an instant hit, going home with nearly 500 bucks. Before long, the magazines and adult films were contacting her wanting her in their productions. Wendy was back in the mix, posing seductively for the camera and having the hell fucked out of her by big-dick porn stars.
She quietly said to herself during a taping with Long Dong Silver, "I'm home."
Welcome home, Wendy.