"I don't understand you. It's not like you don't use them to further your career already," Franklin Callow said. His statement was unnecessary; this was just a slight variation of his monthly scene with Ms. Hewitt or "Love" as she liked to be called. The girl infuriated him. She had built her whole career on those breasts but refused to expose any more of them than she had when she was 13.

I can't believe he's saying this again. I deal with enough of this from my obsessed teenage boy fans without having to listen to it from my own agent, Love thought to herself. She couldn't really complain that much, though. Mr. Callow had recommended against every one of her major career mistakes and thanks to him she was moving up in the world of serious acting. Hell, she had just wrapped up a movie with Sigourney Weaver. Somehow, during her brief mental digression, her agent's tirade had moved into unfamiliar territory. This was the part where he was supposed to talk about how Gwynneth Paltrow's image as a serious actress was built on a part where she showed her breasts.

"And frankly," Callow was saying, "I know that the braless look is great for the premieres but it's letting people know they're not perfect. If you think you're going to be able to trade on them ten years from now, they won't (if you'll pardon the pun) rise to the occasion. That's why I think you should consider early surgical intervention before the sag becomes the subject of talkshow jokes."

"I can't believe this," Love shot back, "you are telling me -- the woman the Wayans brothers call Jennifer Love Huge Tits -- that I need implants. This whole thing is demeaning! I can't believe I'm having such an unprofessional conversation with my agent!" I'm finding a new agent, Love thought, he's gone too far this time.

"I'm not talking about implants in that sense. I'm suggesting a firming treatment and I want to offer you a deal: if you get this treatment, I'll drop the whole 'topless' thing and you can think it over in your own time. No more pressure. Let's just increase their lifespan and they we can worry about their future," Callow said, having gradually dropped his voice to a conciliatory tone.

Love was suddenly seized by doubt. She had noticed in the mirror: they were sagging. Like many celebrities, she had some unrealistic views about her appearance. Already her inner dialogue began to run on: They're the only part of you that looks any good. Without them, you'll just be a normal-looking girl. Do you think you can actually act? You know what a good producer you are -- running your own show into the ground in less than a year. For christ's sake, you can't even dress: how hard is it to get onto the People Worst Dressed of the Year list? Images of future editions of People and Entertainment Weekly danced before her: "Worst-Dressed Star Now In Need of Support" "Can Hewitt Singlehandedly Make Asymetry Sexy?" "Hewitt's Too Much Information Dress Reminds Hollywood You're Never Too Young For Stretch Marks."

It was true. Already the sexy new actresses were all born in the 80s. Maybe her agent wasn't totally off-base. "Let me get this straight, Frank, you'll stop bringing me the topless offers and your pressure?"

"Sure. But that's hardly the issue. You could always get a new agent who didn't care as much about your career as I do. I just want you to really consider this procedure. Please take it seriously."

"And besides," her agent concluded with a strategic coup de grace, "your mother really feels this is the right move for your career."

Love missed her mother so much these days. While most twenty-one year olds would be elated that they finally had their house to themselves, Love felt less than secure. Her mom was taking that European holiday she had been putting off for so many years to help her with her career. The agent brandished her latest e-mail, written from a cafe in the Czech republic.

He read the postscript, "PS I've thought about it again. And you're right. Maybe this is the best thing right now. There's nothing undignified about being a little firmer. If anything, it's more dignified."

Love agreed. She would, of course, phone her mom tonight on her mobile phone and talk it over. Her mom always knew what to say. If it weren't for her, she thought to herself, I'd probably be a cashier at Walmart.

That night, she and mom did have a heart to heart. She made a lot of good points: "We've focused so much attention on your breasts that the media will leap all over any perceived imperfection. It's not like Gwynneth Paltrow starting to sag." They also caught up like old best friends, Love confiding in her mother her secret relief that she no longer had a boyfriend to embarass her on the talkshow circuit.

The next morning, she was back at her agent's office, ready to arrange for the firming treatment.

"It's all done at a spa in Arizona. I've booked off two weeks for the process and got these plane tickets," Callow said.

It was about 48 hours later and the taxi had dropped her outside the compound. The whole spa was surrounded by razor-wire topped fences and a number of security guards were visible. A simple white sign, no more than a few feet high proclaimed the name of the compound. "NewU Labs: Arizona Branch."

Just as Love was approaching the security building, a uniformed man approached her. "Ah, Miss Hewitt," he said. "Welcome. My name is Earl and I'll be just one of the people who will be at exclusively your service during your stay with us." His NewU nametag confirmed it. He was "Earl."

"Now," he said, as he led her through the checkpoint, "you've been on the road for a few hours. What would you like to do?"

"I could introduce you to the rest of the team that will be looking after you," he offered.

"I imagine you must be tired after you�re trip." Earl said as he picked up her bags.

"Not really." Love said as she looked around the heavily fortified compound. "I�m actually more interested in this �spa� than I am tired."

"Well then, why don�t you follow me to the common area and I will see to it that your luggage is placed in your room." He told her. "Then I will gather up the rest of your personal staff so we can all introduce ourselves to you."

Love agreed to this and followed him inside the large main complex. Once through the rather plain outer security door she found the inside to be quite a shock. The bare utilitarian look outside had been replaced with a lush elegant look inside. Between marble floors and stained-glass sky lights the large entry hall was furnished with Victorian era furnishings and priceless looking Persian rugs covered the floor. Through the gold framed plate glass windows at the other end of the hall she could see glimpses of beautiful flowers in what looked to be an enclosed garden.

Earl lead her through a solid oak door into a equally beautiful sitting room. "If you will just wait here, I will see to your bags and gather the rest of the staff." He told her. "Would you like a drink while you wait?"

"No thank you." Love replied. "I don�t drink alcohol."

"Yes maam, we know." He told her. "I meant something else. Maybe some fresh lemonade?"

Love smiled as she sat in a large red velvet chair. "Thank you. That would be lovely."

Earl sat her bags down and walked over to a nearby bar and poured her a drink. "Most of the other guests are in various therapies right now. I�m sure you will probably meet them later at dinner time, unless you don�t want to have contact with any of them that is."

Earl handed her the glass and picked the bags up. "I will return shortly maam." He said as he turned and left the room.

As Love sat there drinking her lemonade two other women entered giggling.

At the far end of the hall, two women entered from a door on one side and ambled slowly across to another door.

The women's manner and bearing stood in stark contrast to Love's surroundings. Dressed in nothing but slippers and large, fluffy bathrobes that bore the New U Corporation's logo back and front, they were, despite their concealing garments, acting like street whores.

"So, I was, like, saying to Trisha that I'd totally swallowed more cum than her but she was, like, nuh-huh; and I was, like, yuh-huh. So, just as she was, ya know, getting ready to say something else, I shoved the dildo in her cunt. That shut her up." The woman began laughing loudly and her companion joined in. What total sluts! Love thought. She nervously gupled another sip of lemonaide.

Seemingly oblivious to her, the women exited through a door on the opposite side of the hall, still laughing.

Earl returned with some other New U employees.

Shortly after the two women left Earl returned with six other New U Employees.

Miss. Hewlett, this is the staff that will be attending to your needs while you are here." He said as he gestured towards the group. "I will let Dr. Anderson introduce you to them."

With that he stepped back and an elderly gentleman stepped forward. "Miss. Hewlett, I�m Dr. Noah Anderson." He started as he held out his hand. "I will be in charge of your treatment while you are here."

Love stood and shook his hand. "Please, call me Love. Exactly what are you a doctor of?" She asked.

"Well, officially I�m a doctor of cosmetic surgery, but I also hold doctorates in chemistry, bio-chemistry, physical medicine, endocrinology, and neurology. Plus a few others I have studied in my spare time." He smiled.

"Well, I am certainly impressed!" Love replied.

"In all actuality, this is my compound." He explained. "I don�t normally tend to specific guest myself but seeing as who you are and your position in Hollywood, I decided to take your case personally."

"I feel honored." Love told him. "Thank you for taking the time to take my case yourself."

"You are quite welcome�Love." He smiled.

"Now as for the rest of the staff," Dr, Anderson started. "You have already meet one of your personal aides. This is Earl Jacobs. He will tend to your personal needs from three in the morning till three in the afternoon. Anything you need just ask him."

"When he leaves at three Susie Wilson here will take over." He told her indicating a rather large chested bleach blond. "Both of them are completely familiar with the compound and will keep track of your schedule and appointments for you. They are two of the finest aides here and if they can�t get something for you or answer any of your questions they will find someone who can."

They stepped back as he moved on. "This is your personal dietitian, Anita Gains." He told her as a elderly woman stepped forward. "All that you eat here will be approved by her. We are very strict here on our guest�s diet. Don�t worry though, she is also a four star chef. You would not believe how many of our guests have tried to hire her after they leave."

"Next is your physical therapist, Nancy Smith." Love cringed slightly at the stare from this six-foot-four Amazon of a woman. She looked like she was sizing up a slab of meat for the grill. "Proper exercise is crucial in this program. Nancy has helped more than one woman achieve her highest physical goals."

�Ok, but how many has she killed?� Love thought as Nancy stepped back in line.

A pert young oriental girl bounced out of line next. Love noticed her oversized chest continued to bounce momentarily after she stopped. "Greeting Love." She gushed as she took her hand and shook it vigorously. "It�s such an honor to work with you!"

"And this star-struck young lady is Kimberly Peterson." Dr. Anderson laughed. "She will be your personal cosmetologist while you are here. She will help you define the look you want and suggest makeup and hair ideas for the New U."

With a big grin on her face Kimberly finally let go of Love�s hand and stepped back in line.

They then stepped up to the final person. The tall hansom man took Loves hand and shook it politely.

"Hello Love." He said in a deep voice that almost made her weak in the knees. "I�m Dr. David Anderson. I will be your counselor."

The senior Dr. Anderson spoke up. "It is a firm belief here that the psychological well being of our guests is as important as any physical improvements in creating a whole New U." He told her as he rested a hand on her shoulder. "My son here will help you develop the skills you need to set you apart from the rest of the riff-raff out there scurrying around in the world. We want you to walk out of here with a body you can be proud of and the knowledge that you are the most beautiful woman in the world."

Love felt overwhelmed, but impressed by the array of people she would be dealing with. And since arriving here, her normal nervous jitters that inspired her frequent giggling and sense of insecurity seemed to have vanished, absorbed in the Victorian furnishings.

Had her normal level of anxiety prevailed, she might have registered the strangely slutty appearance of Ms. Wilson as an oddity that might give her pause. Instead, she stifled a yawn and arched her back; her back had been feeling stiff, after all. Still, in this room she didn't feel nearly so well-endowed as she usually did.

She yawned again. "Thank you so much," she said graciously. "But I think perhaps Earl was right. I do need a bit of a rest."

"Earl," the junior Anderson said, "why don't you take Ms. Hewitt up to her room? Dr. Gains, why don't you prepare a late lunch for our guest? And, uh," Noah once again found himself grasping for the right word and failing, "dad, why don't you set aside your afternoon so you can have a first meeting with Ms. Hewitt after her lunch? And Susie, why don't you help Earl with the bags?"

Anderson trotted off with most of his posse in tow while Susie and Earl picked up Love's bags. She hadn't even noticed that they had been talking right beside an Art Deco elevator which, while forty years later than the other designs, blended tastefully with the large hall.

Once inside the elevator, Earl did all of the talking. Love, had she not been feeling so relaxed, might have wondered about the oddly predatory glances Susie kept shooting towards her chest. Instead, she listened to Earl describe how a famous architect had been hired to create the whole spa from scratch. As he spoke, Love watched the floor display (a brass needle rather than a digital display) show her advancement all the way to the top floor -- 11.

Like some of the better hotels she had stayed in, the elevator doors opened directly into a small foyer outside her suite's door. It appeared that he suite was the only one to occupy the eleventh floor. Using a keycard, Earl opened the door and led Love and Susie into a plushly-appointed Edwardian sitting room with four doors in addition to the one through which they had entered.

In the manner of a hotel porter, Earl opened the doors into each separate room to reveal a bedroom, kitchen, bathroom and exercise room. Each room was, of course, equipped with its own television, telephone and other amenities. "I won't bore you with the details. You look like you need your rest," Earl said. Even in her calmed state, Love flinched at the comment; obviously, she looked so bad that this junior spa employee could confidently comment. Love looked at her reflection in one of the mirrors and squeezed the flesh below her eye -- did it look too dark? too puffy?

Just as she was about to say something, she noticed that Susie and Earl were already tactfully slipping out the door, leaving her alone in the room in which she would be living for the next two weeks.

Love collapsed onto the bed but couldn't sleep. She turned on the TV and noticed that the spa's internal cable network had some peculiarities.

Love rolled over and looked at the TV. All that had happened this morning had left her restless. She got out of bed and walked over to the TV. As she picked up the remote she noticed that it only had an off/on button and a volume control. Curious she pressed the power button.

Welcome to the New U Spa Miss. Hewlett. A voice said as the spa�s logo was displayed on the set. This program is individually designed to help you during your stay at the spa. The first program is designed to help you to notice any and all flaws in your body that you wish to have corrected. If you will turn on the set over by the full length mirror we will get started.

Once again curiosity got the better of her and she walked over to the other set and turned it on.

Ok, good. Now let�s begin. First thing to do is remove all your clothes. As you remove your clothing please look each item over carefully. Do not make any judgments on this right now. Just examine each article. When you are done press the power button on the remote again. With that a soft music started playing in the back ground.

Love shrugged her shoulders and started doing as the program had instructed. She removed her clothing an looked each item over before laying it down on a chair beside her. Shoes, jeans, sweater, bra, panties, socks, soon she was completely naked.

As she stood there naked she picked up the remote and pressed the power button again.

Very good. The soft voice returned. Now, how do you feel? Are you embarrassed? And if so why? Are you ashamed of you body? Think about this.

There was a short break as she stood there. As she thought about what the voice had said she wasn�t sure. Maybe she was embarrassed. She found that she couldn�t be certain. Maybe, just maybe, she was ashamed of how her body looked.

Lets move on now. The voice said breaking her out of these disturbing thoughts. Start looking your body over from head to toe. Take your time and be thorough. Look at every inch. What do you see? Is there a slight flaw? Remember your clothing. Was what you were wearing meant to hide that flaw. Continue to examine yourself in every detail. Make a mental note of each and every flaw that you find.

With that the set returned to the soft music.

She had gotten hung up while still working on her face. Her fingers traced the four deepening lines in her forehead, then pulled at the lower lids of her eyes. She looked at her nose from different angles. Is it too pointy? she wondered. The tiredness was coming back with a vengeance. Her skin seemed to sag and age as she looked into the mirror.

Overwhelmed by feelings of exhaustion and inadequacy, Love turned off the TV and curled into a foetal position under the covers. She would have to call her mother later that afternoon, she decided. Oddly enough, the sheets had a diaphanous silk-like quality, at once cool and comforting. Moments later, she was asleep.

The next thing Love knew, her eyes were fluttering open as Susie presented a tray of food. "How'd you get in here?" she asked, rubbing her eyes.

"I didn't mean to wake you," Susie said, her brow furrowing as she spoke.

Love jerked the sheets up around her neck as she noticed another of Susie's hungry glances at her all-too-exposed chest. Doing her best not to sound too clip, she suggested, "Maybe you could knock in future."

"Okay," Susie said and minced out of the room.

The tray was a wide one, so as to accomodate three covered plates and a tall glass of what appeared to be some kind of spirulina drink. As Love picked it up from the bedside table, she noticed it had four folding legs, allowing her to place it across her lap and eat in bed.

As she uncovered the first plate, Love realized that since waking up, she had been ravenous. Secure in the knowledge that no one was watching her, she actually brought the bowl of mushroom consomme to her lips and drank it down. The lime glazed chicken and papaya and sprout salad were also consumed with unusual speed.

This place knows how to make energy food, Love thought as she felt a burst of renewed vigour suffuse her body after the meal. She was contemplating a trip to the exercise room when Anderson senior called her on her room phone. She readily agreed to meet in his office in five minutes, eager to get to work on improving herself.

It wasn't until she had dressed and walked to his office on the ground floor that Love felt rather giddy and confused, as well as energetic.

As Love walked into Dr. Anderson�s office her thoughts seemed a little jumbled. She was finding it hard to concentrate on anything in particular but one thing stuck out clearly in her mind, she wanted to get this underway. She was ready to become more beautiful.

She smiled to the elderly doctor as she sat down. "So, Dr. Anderson, when do we start?" She asked enthusiastically.

"In just a little while." He told her as he arose from behind his large oak desk and walked around the face her. "I need to go over the process with you first though. It has several different side effects that I feel you must be aware of before we start."

"Are they dangerous?" Love asked worried.

"No, no, nothing like that." He told her. "It�s just some very minor things. I�m sure it�s nothing you will even mind."

He walked back and forth in front of her as he continued. "The actual process is an all natural herbal bath. Once a day you will be submerged into the bath for an hour. The bath has the effects of tightening the skin and smoothing out any blemishes in the skin surface. As your treatments progress you will begin noticing the changes very quickly. The effects of the treatments will be very carefully monitored by myself and the rest of the staff."

He then stopped and leaned on his desk in front of her. "Now for the side effects. First off, the major thing your going to notice is that as the treatments progress the hair on your body in the areas the are being treated will begin to lighten up. This is caused by the pores in your skin shrinking. Thicker courser hairs will begin to lose their food supply and die off."

It took a few seconds for this information to sink in to Love�s slightly jumbled brain. Her eyes lit up as the realization hit her of what he had just told her.

"You mean I�m going to be bald �down there�?" she asked somewhat embarrassed."

"Yes." He responded flatly. "We�ve tried several different ways to overcome this particular side effect but as of yet we haven�t been able to come up with a good working solution."

He smiled fatherly at her. "But from what I�ve been told, most of our guests don�t seem to mind. As a matter of fact, several have really enjoyed it!"

"Ok, so what are the other side effects?" Love asked.

"The second side effect is one that I�m sure might cause you some worry." He started. "As I told your agent this process is mainly for the tightening and of the skin to create a more youthful healthy look. I know that your primary concern is on your breast size but as your skin begins to firm up you may experience a slight reduction in the actual size of you breasts.

Just as Love was getting ready to cut into him over this revelation he held up his hand and stopped her. "Now before you start, let me assure you that we have taken this problem into consideration." He sad as he rested a hand on her shoulder to comfort her. "We feel that with a proper high fat diet and plenty of the proper exercise we should be able to keep your bust size up to the level you desire. But to obtain that you must follow our instructions very closely."

"And what if they don�t stay at the size they are?" Love asked concerned.

"Well, not that I think this will happen, but if you do lose some size you will have to decide if you want to live with them as they are or if you want to explore other options." He told her seriously.

Even in her slightly confused state she knew what he meant by �other options�.

Now, Ms. Hewitt, the side effect I am most concerned about is one that we have found in only ten percent of our patients. Love leaned forward, unable to suppress her smile, waiting for him to continue.

"A few of our patients have reported enhanced sexual arousal during the treatment, which usually dissipates within a week of release. Although we are FDA-approved, we do consider it to be a serious side effect and are working hard to eliminate it," he paused.

"How, um," Love found herself blushing. She giggled nervously. She didn't notice Dr. Anderson smiling for a second despite himself, as he thought, we're lucky to get a giggle like that at the end of the treamtment usually. At least that's done. She started again, "How, um, severe are the side effects?"

"Typically," the doctor stated, "women do not experience the third side effect at all. As for the others, loss in breast size is a half cup on average and about 80% of pubic hair dies off. In fact, we usually ask our guests to let us know if there is no loss of pubic hair after a week of treatment."

"Actually, I won't be able to tell you," she explained, "I had them done with electrolysis for a movie I made in 1998." She giggled again, marvelling at how comfortable she felt discussing this with her new doctor.

"So, Ms. Hewitt, are you still interested in the treatment?" She thought about it. "Um, what were the side effects again?"

"You breasts, pubic hair and possibly your libido will be affected," Anderson answered tersely.

"Um... okay!" Love said. She hadn't felt this enthusiastic about anything in years. The next few minutes were taken up with Love signing form after form. Normally, she would have read them but at the moment, she was just too eager for the treatment to begin.

As she pushed the last paper away, she brightly asked, "So, doctor, when does it start?"

"Suzy will take you on our tour of the private pools. You can select your bath time and location with her."

Once she was done signing the paper work Suzie came in to escort her to the treatment rooms. Love found herself almost ready to bounce off the walls in excitement as they walked over to the other side of the complex.

As they walked through a set of large swinging doors they entered a small hall lined with doors. Above them they were labeled rooms 1-12.

"Each of the treatment rooms is patterned with a different theme." Suzie explained. "The décor and music of the room reflects the theme. If there is a light on over the door that means that the room is currently occupied. At the end of the hall is a waiting area. If you want to use a room that is occupied you can wait down there till the guest that is in there is finished."

As she droned out the specifics of the treatment rooms she walked over and picked up a book off a small table in the hall.

This book will tell you the themes of the various rooms." She said as she handed it to Love. "How soon do you want to start your treatment?"

"Oh, right away!" Love said as she flipped through the book. As she looked she saw a small picture of each room and a brief description.

Room 1, Jungle room.

Room 2, Streets at night.

Room 3, Romantic bedroom.

Room 4, High school.

Room 5, Wild party.

After looking for what was to her too long Love pick one of the rooms.

"I never really went to High School," Love explained to Susie, who didn't seem to require an explanation.

"That's fine," Susue said, leading her to the appropriate door.

She opened it for Love who stepped into a very curious room. Two of the walls were covered in expensive black and green slate and in carefully measured letters was written "WELCOME TO THE SCHOOL ROOM."

Of the two remaining walls, one was covered in one-way mirrors while the other had rows of lockers. As Love continued to survey the room, she found it certainly didn't meet with the expectations of luxury she had of the spa. That was, until she regarded more closely the three pools, each the size of an oversized hot tub. A pleasant peach-like scent rose in steam from the waters of the first pool, the others appeared to smell of oranges and lavender. Like the chalk boards, the pools were worked in a single piece from very expensive stone, probably marble and seemed to have so many jets as to be positively porous.

They certainly contrasted the strange pool deck furniture in the room, desks of various sizes and shapes, along with a section of hardwood floor painted with the peculiar coloured lines one finds in a gymnasium.

"Well, this is different," Love said to Susie, her enthusiasm flagging for the first time since lunch. Turning to see Susie's reaction, she was shocked to discover that her escort was now standing completely naked beside her. Wordlessly, Susie went to the nearest pool and sank into the fragrant water. She motioned for Love to join her.

Trying to appear nonchalant, Love stripped off her clothes, leaving them in a pile next to Susie's and walked over to the pool. She tried to avert her eyes from Susie's spectacularly buoyant breasts and slithered in on the opposite side. As the water washed over her, she felt more relaxed than she ever had before in her life.

Love could feel the warm herbal bath caress her body as Suzie started talking to her.

"Try not to get your hair in the bath." Suzie told her. "Just lean your head back into one of the cutouts on the pillow and relax."

Love turned around and saw the areas that Suzie was talking about. In the back of the tub over where she was sitting were four small indentations with a pillow for her to prop her head up on. Slowly she slid over by Suzie and slipped her head into one of the cutouts. As she leaned her head back into the soft pillow she found that it was propped up to where she could see the faux classroom.

"There you go." Suzie said quietly. "Just lie back and let the bath relax you."

Love didn�t resist as Suzie helped her into a comfortable position. As she moved around over the top of her Love couldn�t help but to stare at her massive tits.

�I wish mine looked that good.� She found herself idly thinking.

"There you go Love." Suzie said as she stood up. "I would love to stay in here with you but too much of a good thing can be bad for you."

"I�ll be back for you in an hour." She said as she wrapped a towel around her and walked out of the room leaving Love all alone.

As she laid there soaking in the bath a soft music came through the pillow into her ears. As she relaxed she could swear that it was actually two different sets of music at once. One was a soft classical number that seemed to cover a slightly faster rock tune. As she listened she could swear she could hear cheerleaders in the background and something that sounded like an old fifties tune.

Finally she gave up on trying to decipher the music and relaxed once more. Her mind began to wander as she looked over the classroom. It reminded her of an old movie she had seen, Grease. As it wandered she closed her eyes and could almost swear she was in Riddell High along with all the other students. Her mind drifted down the halls of the school as she remembered them as she looked in from above on the various cast members.

As she floated above them she came to one of her favorite songs in the movie. Sandra Dee was sitting on the bleacher telling about her summer love. Love looked over the bleachers and saw Danny on the other side telling his side of the story. Love smiled at it all. She knew how this story would end. Sandy would change herself for her man. She wondered if she related to Sandy more than what she thought.

It reminded Love of her film, The Suburbans in which she played an obsessed fan, dressing in skimpy outfits and thick, slutty blue makeup to get the attention of the former rock star. Of course, the film had led to that real-life relationship with Craig Bierko which hadn't gone so well.

But instead of dwelling on her relationship with Craig as she sometimes did, she found herself thinking about high school things again. She wished Britney Spears would cast her in Stockard Channing's old role when she re-made Grease. It would be nice to play the promiscuous bad girl for a change. She might be promiscuous but still no one thought of her as a bad girl. She tweaked a nipple lethargically as she thought about it. The tweaking produced a nice tingling sensation but was not enough to stop her from her gradual drift towards sleep...

It seemed only moments later that Love awoke with two huge naked tits shaking in her face. Almost unconsciously, she reached up and cupped them. She had begun lightly kneading them when she recovered from her reverie and recoiled. "Your hour's up," Susie was saying.

As she got up out of the pool, Love felt very weak-kneed and was barely able to stand. To make matters worse, she had a weird pins and needles effect all over her body (at least the parts that had been submerged). Once she was standing, Susie led her over to one of the desks by the door. Due to her unsteadiness, it was just natural that Suzy would hold her close, her ample breast bouncing against Love's chest and one hand forcefully holding Love's ass cheek. Love found herself enjoying the warmth of Susie's bare flesh. But soon, all that was over. Susie had put on a white terrycloth robe and was now draping a similar robe over her.

Once dressed in her robe, Susie led Love out of the pool area and into the main hall.

About half way across the hall, Love found herself feeling very tired and aroused.

As Suzie led her back to her room she felt drained. The pins and needles feeling though had her extremely aroused. Her tits and pussy almost begged to be tended to. She couldn�t help but to stare down Suzie�s open robe at her massive tits. She absentmindedly licked her lips as she thought about sucking on one of those huge melons while Suzie fingered her wet cunt.

As Suzie helped Love remove her robe and crawl into bed she rubbed up against her on purpose, just to feel those tits again. She could hardly believe what she was doing. She wanted this girl� bad!

Suzie smiled as she tucked her charge in. "You get some sleep now." She told her. "You have an appointment first thing in the morning with Dr. Anderson Jr.."

As Suzie bent down to give Love a small peck on the forehead Love surprised her by tilting her head up and planting one right on her lips. The two kissed for several seconds before it broke off.

Suzie smiled once again as she finished tucking Love in. "Well, if you need anything just press the buzzer next to the bed." She told her. "I�ll be in the next room till Earl shows up to relieve me."

It was a little difficult to effectively stimulate herself, Love found, as she tried to have an orgasm. The pins and needles effect, while arousing, was inhibiting any sexual touching. Besides, she still felt extremely tired. Her hand on her pussy, Love fell asleep as her strokes became slower and less frequent until finally stopping.

In her dream, Love found herself once again stroking her hairless pussy. This time, she found herself standing in the shower section of a girls' locker room. She was not alone. There were other girls -- 15? 16? there, also stroking their pussies. None of them made any moves for the others as they continued masturbating. The scene shifted, then. All the girls were now out of the showers and dressing in catholic school uniforms not bothering to put on bras or panties. Some of the girls were hiking their skirts so that their cunts could be seen when they bent over.

Playfully, Love positioned herself behind a pretty redhead and her finger into the girl's moist cunt when she bent over. Gasping in shock, the girl did the same to Love and soon, the two were sixty-nining on the locker room bench as the other girls looked on. The thought that this might be a dream didn't even cross her mind, so intense and real were the sensations of cunnilingus. She felt herself orgasming and looked up from the cunt she had been licking to see that the scene had subtly changed.

Now, she was surrounded by a crowd of girls in cheerleading uniforms just like the one she was now wearing looking on with disgust and disapproval instead of envy. She and her friend quickly righted themselves to continue dressing but it was too late. "Where did you hide our panties?" Love mumbled in her sleep.

Of course, the head cheerleader made them do all these cheers that required jumping, bending over, Love watched the spectators and football players become more and more aroused as she displayed her cunt again and again and again.

Somehow, she and the girl she had been fucking earlier ended up in the wrong locker room and were now surrounded by horny football players. For some reason, she walked fully clothed into the shower room and watched with satisfaction as erections role on every boy as the shower spray soaked through her blouse. She removed her skirt and began soaping her cunt when they lost control. Soon, she found herself on her hands and knees, sucking one cock while another entered her from behind. A boy pulled her top off, to reveal her perky c-cups.

The penetration stopped. "Too small," one boy's voice said. "And they're sagging," said the other. Love looked up. All the boys had left. There was no sign of the girl. She was alone -- alone because her breasts were failing her.

Love awoke feeling depressed and insecure. Nonetheless, she masturbated as she recalled the dream. Her pussy was never usually this wet first thing in the morning. She quickly put her hands to her sides as Susie entered her room. Again, without knocking.

"Susie," Love said in her kindest voice, "what did I say about knocking first?"

"I'm so sorry."

"That's okay."

Unlike the previous day, Love didn't feel any particular need to cover herself up. She wished her labial lips hadn't been parted like that when Susie came in but it wasn't like Susie wouldn't be seeing her naked throughout her stay.

Susie motioned for Love to stay where she was as she brought her breakfast tray to her. Love's eyes went directly to her attendant's tits which nearly touched her face as Susie set the tray down. She leaned forward, wanting to bury her nose between the woman's breasts. Susie withdrew.

Looking down at her own breasts, Love couldn't help but compare them to Susie's. She couldn't believe she had gotten so far with such pathetic breasts.

"Susie," Love asked, "have you ever had this treatment?"

"Yes. Why?"

"How did you end up with such large breasts?"

"Well, a lot of people think they're implants but they're not. Of course, some women do get implants after the treatment but I decided to combine my treatment with another breast enlargement treatment they offer here. Of course, they don't do that anymore."

"Why not?" Love asked.

"Something about liability. Anyway, I've got to go. My shift ended five hours ago. I just wanted to bring you your breakfast before Earl took over."

And with that, Susie was gone. Love was initially intimidated by all the food but she discovered herself to be ravenous. In fact, it was all she could do to keep using the cuttlery as she polished off a large breakfast, topped off with a spirulina smoothie.

She had just pushed the tray to the side as she felt the familiar energy suffusing her body. Her hands dipped to her crotch again. This time, only to be interrupted by a knock on the door.

Fifteen minutes later, she was being led into Dr. Noah Anderson's office by Earl, clad only in her white robe.

"We are a bit pressed for time this morning." Earl told her as he led her down the hall. "Suzie and I decided to let you sleep in a little since you had such a busy day yesterday."

"Thanks." Love responded. "I really needed it."

"By the way, Suzie says you two rally hit it off well." He told her. Love blushed slightly as she thought of how well they had �hit it off�. "We decided that if you want she could start her shift a little later, around seven o�clock, so she will be there to help you do your treatment and also be able to help you get up in the morning. If this is alright with you."

Love liked the idea of this. "Yes, I guess that will be fine." She replied.

"Great then, I�ll let her know not to come in till seven tonight." Earl said.

He, like Suzie, stopped and waited outside Dr. Anderson�s door as she went in.

"Good morning Love!" Noah greeted her as she entered. "I hope you slept well."

"Like a baby." She smiled. "So, what�s on the agenda for today?"

"Well I side tracked you this morning because I wanted to give you a first treatment examination." He told her. I want to make sure everything is going well, no rashes or such."

"Rashes?" She questioned as he helped her remove her robe.

"Yes, a very slight number of our guests have had a slight reaction to the treatments." He told her. "Not to worry though. Most of them had reactions to just about every other thing in the world!"

Love stood there naked and slightly embarrassed as he went over every last inch of her body making approving grunt occasionally. She found that her embarrassment wasn�t from being nude in front of the fatherly doctor, it was more from the thoughts that seemed to be running through her mind as his hands moved over her body.

She was relieved when he finally helped her back into her robe.

"Excellent." He told her. "I see no signs of any allergic reactions and your body had already started to show signs of the treatment�s effects."

He walked back over behind his desk and sat down. "Well, if you don�t have any questions, I�ll let Earl take you to my son for your psychiatric evaluation." He smiled slightly. "I hear he�s madder than hell that I snagged you from your appointment."

Love returned the slightly infectious smile. "No questions right now." She replied. She had thought about bringing up Suzie�s breast treatment but decided to wait and see how her treatment was going.

"Well then, you have a good day Love." He told her.

Love was finding that the giddy, confused feeling she had felt yesterday was starting to return. She supposed that the sense of giddy anticipation and enthusiasm had something to do with the sense of confidence that Anderson senior gave off.

This thought and, to some degree, the accompanying feelings of giddy confidence as Love entered the dark, oak furnished office of her psychiatrist. To her amazement, there was even the classic psychiatrist's couch straight out of a Woody Allen movie. Dr. Anderson, who was sitting behind a vast, heavy oak desk motioned for her to lie down.

She heard him shuffling through files and loose sheets of paper but from her vantage point, lying on the couch, she couldn't see what he was doing. It crossed her mind that her breasts had moved around less in her reclining position. She couldn't tell whether it was just optimism but they seemed to stick up more when she reclined than before.

"Ms. Hewitt," the doctor said, "I've been going through this veritable tome of information about you this morning. It includes all of your medical records. Plus, our clipping service has done some work so that I could get better acquainted with Jennifer Love Hewitt, the public person."

Love had forgotten that she has signed the consent forms to have all of her medical records transfered to the spa for her perusal. She soon recalled, though, as Dr. Anderson began asking her some very informed questions.

"I see that have had some problems with fidelity in the past and have found it very important to appear sexually inexperienced with your partners. What I draw from that is that you feel whatever sexual appeal you have comes from people perceiving you in a virginal way. Do you agree with my assessment?" This one certainly doesn't beat around the bush, Love remarked as she considered her answer. "Kind of," she responded.

Anderson pressed on. "I see in a number of interviews as well as online chat excerpts that you descrive your appearance as 'ordinary.' In some of these interviews, you are directly contradicted. Do you take this position because you are unaware of your beauty or because you feel that its recognition detracts from recognition of you as a singer or actress?"

Even at the best of times, these questions would have been more than Love could handle, as any cursory reading of her media interviews would indicate. She did pick up on one thing: he must think I'm dumb but can't come out and say it.

Strangely, Love found tears beginning to roll down her cheeks at the same time as a wide, irrepressible grin spread across her face. She felt as though she was laughing and crying at the same time as she answered. "But I do look ordinary. I don't understand why people like me." The statement ended in a strange sob/giggle.

"Very good, Love," the doctor responded. "It is so gratifying as a therapist to feel a patient bonding and trusting me like this."

Anderson pressed on. "So you must be worried, then, that as you get older, your sex appeal will fade as you appear less and less virginal. I read recently that you stated that you felt many people perceived you as 'cute' but no one thought of you as 'sexy.' Now, many therapists would respond to this by refuting your assertion but in my school of psychology, we take a different approach. I want you to think about what qualities you think you lack that sexy women have."

Love sat in silence for a moment before she realized she was expected to begin enumerating said qualities.

"Well, I think men mostly look at a woman�s breasts." Love found herself saying.

"And you don�t think you have a good enough bust to compete with sexier women?" Dr. Anderson asked.

"No, not that�exactly." Love replied slowly. Her face twisted into a confused expression. "Well, maybe. I just don�t know."

"Ok, let�s try this from a different approach." He said with a smile. "Who�s breasts have you noticed lately that you think are more sexier than yours?"

Love blushed. "Well� I kind of think Suzie has nice breasts." She said quietly.

"So do you think that you could feel better about your appearance if you had breasts like Suzie?"

"Well, I don�t think I ever think I wasn�t big enough!" Love joked nervously.

Dr. Anderson flipped through some pages in his hand. "I read in Suzie�s logs that she had talked to you briefly about her breasts." He said. "She also noted that she told you that her treatment is no longer available. So, does this mean you are changing you opinion about breast enhancement surgery?"

"Actually I would like to hear more about Suzie�s treatment." Love said. "After all, it worked so well for her."

On the one hand, Love found herself really wanting bigger breasts, much bigger. On the other hand, if she had wanted to use silicone to stop her breasts sagging, she could have gone to any number of cosmetic surgeons in L.A. The whole point of coming here had been for her breasts to continue looking natural while they became perkier.

"Susie's treatment and why it has been discontinued isn't really my department. You'll have to ask my father about that; I'll let him know you'd like to discuss the issue of your breast size with him. In the meantime, let's get back to what we were discussing before. What physical characteristics make women attractive?"

Love thought about the other things that had made Susie look so attractive the day before. "Of course a nice ass is important. I think mine might be a little bony. Susie's is so round and plush but really perky -- the way her cheeks keep their round shape, showing off her pussy instead of hiding it. Also -- her lips. They're so big and soft..."

Love had startled herself. Not only was she telling the doctor how attractive she found Susie, she was wet. Very wet.

Detecting his patient's discomfort, Dr. Anderson spoke: "Don't worry Ms. Hewitt. If you'll recall, increased sexual arousal is a side effect in a minority of our patients. If you find yourself looking at yourself or others in a more sexual way, don't panic. It's nothing to worry about."

Love nervously crossed and uncrossed her legs. Her face had turned red. She giggled a few times and tried to stammer out a sentence.

Dr. Anderson appeared to take pity on her. "It looks as though we should probably resume our treatment session at another time. Why don't you relax in your room. This may help." Anderson handed her a box.

Once back in her room Earl left her alone as he took his post outside the room. She sat down on the bed tired for some reason. Her discussion with Dr. Anderson Jr. had left her drained. Having to think so much was starting to give her a headache. She longed for her mother to be there and tell her what she needed to say and do.

She picked up the box the doctor had gave her and looked it over. Opening it she was startled. Inside was a shiny silver vibrator! As she slowly picked up the twelve inch sex toy she was shocked and slightly amused that her doctor actually prescribed a vibrator for her!

After the initial shock wore off she smiled. �Well, if that�s what the doctor ordered!� She thought as she slipped off her robe.

Love spread herself over the silky sheets and slowly began rubbing the vibrating toy over her body. Her thoughts went to one of her favorite masturbation subjects, her ex-boyfriend Craig. But as she passed the vibrator over her pussy lips her thoughts drifted away from him towards Suzie. As hard as she tried she couldn�t keep her mind off her. Finally she gave up and went with it.

It was strange for her as she started fantasizing about another woman but it felt so good. As the vibrator slipped past her moist lips and into her pussy she dreamed about Suzie running her tongue over her hard clit. She vigorously kneaded her tit as she thought about sucking on one of Suzie�s massive nipples. Her own nipples were rock hard as she flicked one with her finger dreaming that it was Suzie playing with it.

As she approached an orgasm her fantasy fleshed out a little as she saw in her mind Suzie dressed like a slutty school teacher. She could almost see herself in a much too short high school cheerleaders costume. She looked almost like Suzie�s younger twin sister. Her hair was bright blond and pulled up into a high ponytail with a pink scrunchy. Bright garish makeup adorned her face and her cheerleaders costume was accessorized with spiked heel shoes.

Suzie was running a ruler in and out of her young high school cunt while Love massaged her huge tits that were bigger than even Suzie�s. Love�s juices gushed out of her cunt as she came to Suzie yelling in her ear, �That�s a good slut! Cum for your teacher!�

Exhausted, Love passed out on the bed. She awoke to Earl telling her it was time for her appointment with Miss. Peterson.

"Wha?" Love said groggily, hurriedly pulling the sheets up around herself.

"You're late Miss Hewitt."

"Aren't you supposed to knock?" Love asked, hiding the vibrator under her pillow.

"Sorry Miss Hewitt. I thought you had told me to come in."

Love found herself feeling a little nervous and headachy as she as she tried to clear her head. These side effects were a bit much, she reflected, noticing the ache in her pussy. "What am I late for?" she asked.

"Well, you've slept past lunch. And your appointment with Ms. Peterson started about ten minutes ago," Earl replied.

That's why I feel so faint. I'm hungry. Love's stomach rumbled in agreement. "Can I get something to eat?" she asked.

"I'll have something delivered to you at the appointment. Now Ms. Hewitt, you really must put your robe on."

Love stood up, letting the sheets fall away from her naked form and stepped into the robe Earl was holding out. She liked the rough feeling of his calloused hands.

Earl spoke briefly into a two-way radio normally attached to his belt before ushering Love into the elevator. By the time he had led her to Ms. Peterson's consulting room, a steaming lunch was there awaiting her, along with Ms. Peterson, herself.

The Kimberley Peterson who greeted her seemed quite different from the girl she had met the day before. For one thing, Love certainly hadn't noticed the F-cup silicone mounds jutting absurdly from the young girl's chest. Instead of the understated clinical attire of the previous day, she recognized her cosmetologist's outfit as a very familiar one. The metallic blue bikini and micro skirt bore a striking resemblance to her costume from the Suburbans. The metallic blue lipstick merely emphasized the point.

"Wow," Love said, "your outfit..." She trailed off, at a loss for words.

"Sorry Miss Hewitt," the girl responded. "It's just that emulating you has always been a fantasy of mine. And as today's theme is fantasies, I thought I'd start things off by showing you mine."

"Theme, Miss Peterson?" Love asked. She was getting a bit of a headache from this girl's perkiness.

"Call me Kim," the cosmetologist replied. She looked puzzled for a moment before going on and then appeared to realize something. "Oh! I nearly forgot -- your lunch. You must be hungry."

That's what I am, Love realized. She had forgotten how much the treatment was taking out of her. She chugged the spirulina drink before pulling apart the roasted quail with her hands. Sated, she returned her attention to Kim.

"I'm sorry, Kim," Love said, looking much more appreciatively at the girl's 5'1" frame with its narrow waist and dainty ankles. "I was being rude before. Thanks so much for accomodating me oversleeping."

"It's my pleasure," Kim replied.

Love relaxed, watching Kim's collagen lips as she continued to speak. "So, like I was saying before, today is the day we explore fantasies. They form the basis for the look we end up choosing. But at your first session, we usually focus on the extreme, daring, sexier looks that, of course, you'll never actually go with. We think it's important for our clients to fully experiment before settling on things." At the word, "experiment" Kim licked her lips and adjusted her top to display even more of her breasts.

Love certainly prefered Susie's breasts to Kim's but that wasn't to say the silicone look didn't have some virtues. She also noticed that somehow, the robe Earl had helped her into was a good deal shorter than the robe she's been wearing earlier. Meanwhile, Kim grabbed a three ring binder from the table and handed it to Love, leaning forward to show her even more of her ample breasts. "Why don't you have a look through this book. See if there's a look you would like to try out."

It didn't take Love long to make her decision. Since lunch, she had felt a renewed burst of erotic energy. "How about this one?" she asked, pointing to a photo of a model wearing an outfit strikingly similar to the one from her dream, right down to the pink scrunchie and lack of undergarments.

"Great!" Kim exclaimed. "Let's get started with your hair."

"Let�s start at the top, so to speak." Kim said. "What color do you want your hair?"

"Color?" Love asked. "I don�t think I want to ruin my hair by changing it just for this."

"Oh, Don�t worry." Kim reassured her. "The products we have here are revolutionary. With these we could change your hair color every day and not cause any damage to it."

Love was surprised by this information. As an actress she had her hair colored many times and knew the harmful effects of it.

"Something like that would be worth a fortune!" She stated.

"Well," Kim giggled. "I�ll let you in on a little secret. Several cosmetic companies are paying a large fortune to keep Dr. Anderson from selling his formula!"

"And it�s totally safe?"

"Completely." She said as she handed her a color chart. "Go ahead, pick out your fantasy hair color."

Trusting Kim, Love ran her finger down the chart till it came to rest on a very light ash blond. (I got tired of platinum.)

"Oh, good choice!" Kim said happily as she took the chart and went over to her table to start mixing the chemicals. As she applied the thick paste to her hair Love noticed she didn�t smell the strong bleach smell that she normally associated with hair lighteners. It actually had a nice flowery smell to it.

When she finished the chemicals Kim sat and talked with her about her movies as she did her nails. Love was impressed at how much she knew about her career. Not long after she had finished adding extensions to her nails and painting the a bright pink a timer went off indicating that her hair was done.

After rinsing it she sat her away from the mirror so she couldn�t see it till she was done. Even so Love could see strands of blond hair flip past her face as Kim blew it dry. She once again started to feel the heat building up between her legs as Kim picked up the scrunchie and pulled her hair up tightly into a ponytail. After a heavy dousing of hair spray she turned her around to the mirror.

Love was amazed at how much younger she looked. Her hair was a lot longer in her fantasy but this was good enough! Her nipples hardened as her mind raced over her fantasy. She could hardly wait to see, in real life, what she would look like in full costume.

"Now it�s time for your costume." Kim told her.

Had Love been thinking more clearly, she might have wondered why the skimpy cheerleader uniform was the only one hanging on a nearby hook. As it was, she simply looked delighted.

"Stand up, please," Kim instructed.

Love stood.

"Take off your robe." Love found she was getting quite used to taking her clothes off infront of people she hardly knew.

She looked in the mirror. Her breasts were riding much higher but they seemed a little smaller. Kim couldn't disguise the expression of total lust on her face as her eyes drank in Love's contours. They lingered on the tiny drop of moisture suspended between her nether lips like a diamond. When she made eye contact with Love, she blushed and averted her eyes.

She then proceeded to dress Love who found herself hard pressed not to respond to Kim's familiar warm touches as though each were a caress. She seemed to take a while to get the tiny skirt to hang right on Love's waist and smoothed it down a number of times, touching everywhere. Love felt a drop roll down her thighs. She was getting wetter.

Fitting the top was a less gratifying experience. While it felt good to have Kim touching her breasts again and again, gradually bringing her nipples to erectness, it was clear that the top had been designed for someone better-endowed than she.

Eventually, Kim gave up, letting Love's C-cups swing about in the top. Still, it wasn't a terrible effect. She found that if she tilted to one side, she could make a nipple swing into view in the wide V-neck of her top. Kim then moved on to the makeup.

Sitting back down was a little strange for Love. In a sitting position, on this kind of chair, it was virtually impossible to hide her pussy from anyone who cared to look. She watched Kim sneaking peak after peak as she felt moisture starting to pool on the waterproof surface of the salon chair. Soon, her eyelids glittered pink in a matching fluorescent shade to the wet-look lipstick she now wore.

"All done," Kim said huskily, clearly restraining herself.

Love surveyed herself in the mirror. "It's perfect," she commended Kim; she giggled nervously, feeling the sexual tension in the air.

"Miss Hewitt?"

"Please, call me Love."

"Okay. Um... Love." Now, it was Kim's turn to giggle. "I was wondering if, um, if I could give you a little kiss."

How could she say no? "Sure," Love said, giggling again and winking at her reflection.

As Kim leaned over and kissed her Love couldn�t help but to bring her hands up and lightly squeeze her firm tits. The friendly little kiss evolved into a full blow, tongue tied passionate kiss as she kneaded Kim�s tits roughly.

Kim broke the kiss off and stood up. With a smile she pulled on the strings of her top and let her tits free of the thin material.

Love was drawn to the fleshy mounds like a bee to honey as she locked her mouth around the a large nipple. The firm silicone breast felt good in her mouth as she sucked on the nipple. Her free hand dropped down and slid up underneath the young girl�s short skirt.

Kim moaned loudly as and pushed her wet pussy down on Love�s hand as Love slowly made small circles around her engorged clit with her fingers. Almost too quickly for Love�s liking Kim�s body shuddered in orgasm. As the girl wreathed in her grasp she keep up her ministrations until Kim couldn�t take it anymore and pried herself loose.

Gasping for breath Kim looked down at Love�s crotch grinning from ear to ear. A look of pure lust was in her eyes. Knowing what was coming next Love slid down in the chair and spread her legs wide.

Given the go ahead Kim dropped to her knees and dove into Love sopping wet crotch. Love squealed with delight as Kim began sucking and licking her clit. Working her pussy like an expert Kim soon brought Love to a mind shattering orgasm as Love pressed the girl�s face into her pussy like she was trying to shove her whole head up it.

In the aftermath Love sat panting for breath in the chair. She wasn�t sure if she could even muster the strength to get out of it. Kim was sprawled out on the floor in not much better shape. Her top was in the corner and her skirt was still pushed up over her hips. The chair and surrounding area was covered in pussy juices and the smell permeated the entire room.

Earl walked in on the scene and nonchalantly told Kim she needed to hurry up or Love was going to be late for her next appointment.

"That's okay," Kim said dreamily, "I'm all done."

Love smoothed her skirt down and stood up gingerly. She stood up barefoot before noticing a pair of fluorescent pink heels next to the salon chair. She strapped them on and followed Earl. Kim did not get up.

Love found that Earl had considerately slowed his normally rapid gait to accomodate her uncertain footing in her new footwear. "Sorry to drag you away Ms. Hewitt," he said with a strange evenness, "but you've been running behind schedule all day and the senior doctor Anderson has kindly re-arranged his afternoon so that he can see you."

Love found herself beginning to get the hang of the building's labrynthine corridors as she was delivered again to Anderson senior's office. As they approached the office door, it opened and a massively buxom woman exited, clad in one of the spa's standard-issue terrycloth robes. "Oh my gosh!" she said in a strangely high-pitched voice. "You're the celebrity guest!"

Given that the woman seemed only to be wearing a robe, Love found her thick makeup incongruous but before she could continue the conversation, Earl whisked her past the other guest and into Dr. Anderson's office.

"Glad you could make it," he said as Love sat insecurely on the big oak chair. Somehow, she felt even more intimidated and subordinate in this seat than she had before. She had a short flash of imagining the doctor fucking her with a ruler.

"I understand, Ms. Hewitt, that you wanted to discuss some additional procedures with respect to your breasts."

Love felt inadequate again as her increasingly perky bosom bounced around in the oversized top. "Well, it's Susie and Kim. They look so... big. I really think, from the work I've been doing with your son that I want bigger breasts, not just firmer."

"I see. As you know, we perform some of the finest saline and silicone implant surgery in the entire world. I would be happy to book you for surgery after the firming treatment is complete," Anderson said.

"Yes," Love giggled nervously, "but... I really would prefer to have breasts like Susie's as opposed to Kim's. Not that Kim's aren't really nice but I like having natural breasts."

"Unfortunately, Ms. Hewitt, the spa no longer recommends the procedure we used with Susie."

"But she came out alright."

"Yes, but we just feel that two simultaneous medicated regimes is often a little hard on our clients."

"But Susie's treatment -- it's still available?"

"I suppose, technically."

"Could I have it?"

"I suppose so. Of course, there's a waiver you would have to sign and we would need to have a discussion of the side effects."

"What are the side effects?" Love asked. Her pussy pulsed, reminding her of her current side effects.

"Dry mouth, disorientation, increased libido, loss of appetite. It is the loss of appetite which caused us to drop the treatment. We found that most of our clients didn't have the self discipline to keep eating. All the treatment ended up doing was moving the fat from other areas of their bodies to their chests. And given your lean frame, even that wouldn't happen. Perhaps if you had more body fat, I would be more inclined to recommend it," Anderson said.

Love thought for a moment before speaking.

"What about the saline implants?" she asked.

"As I stated earlier, we have some of the finest implants here." Dr. Anderson said. "I personally don�t recommend the saline ones as highly as the silicone ones though. Even though the saline ones we have are guaranteed for life, just like the silicone ones, because of their thinner medium they do have a higher chance of premature leakage."

This was one of the things that turned Love off on breast implants. She couldn�t even imagine the embarrassment that could come from one of her tits going flat! she quickly shifted the discussion back to Suzie�s treatment.

"On the subject of the other treatment," Love started. "How about if you assigned someone to make sure that I ate more. I would be willing to pay extra."

Dr. Anderson sighed. "I don�t think you have considered all the details, Love." He said. "First off, you would have to gain a considerable amount of weight before the treatment could even begin. We do have� equipment here that can help you in this respect, but since we have no idea how much weight you need we will have to add quite a bit."

"How much weight are you talking about?" Love asked.

"Around a hundred pounds." He told her.

"A hundred pounds!?" She gasped. "I don�t want tits that big!"

Dr. Anderson laughed. "Don�t worry, all that wouldn�t go to your breasts. Most of the fat is consumed in the process as your metabolism speeds up. Even with that amount of extra weigh you will still need to eat like a horse just to keep up with what your body is losing. After the treatment was over you would of course have to exercise off the remaining body fat."

After hearing all this, the idea of silicone implants was becoming more and more seductive to her. She wished she didn�t have to make this decision. She wished the doctor would just tell her what she needed to do.

"What ever you think doctor." She said. "I�ll let you decide what�s best." She felt so much more comfortable with this. She was tired of making all these hard decisions.

"Very well," the doctor said solicitously, "I'm afraid I'll have to recommend silicone implants. But let me assure you that our spa will perform this procedure flawlessly. You will end up with the most perfect, most natural pair of silicone implants worn by anyone."

Love brightened at the doctor's effusive guarantee. Her mind cleared a barrier. She had accepted it. She'd done everything she could to avoid this decision but now that it was made, she felt fine.

"When will the surgery be?" Love asked.

"I'm afraid the soonest we can manage will be tomorrow morning."

"Wow!" Love replied, "That's sooner that I thought it would be." She found herself eagerly anticipating the surgery. She just couldn't wait until the next morning.

"Sorry I can't chat anymore, Love," the doctor was saying as he stood up. "But my other patients need me. Why don't you have an afternoon nap and Earl will bring up the papers for you to sign."

And then he was gone. Love got up and let herself out of the room, relieved to find Earl waiting for her at the door. "The doctor suggested I take a nap," she said.

As she and Earl headed up to her room in the elevator, doubt began to gnaw at Love. She thought about her mom; what would her mom think about these breasts? As it was, this was the longest she had ever gone without talking to her mom. Sure, it was nice to have someone else like Dr. Anderson to help her make decisions but there was no substitute for her mom. Besides, a little voice in her head said, the whole point of coming here was to not get implants.

When she was back in her room, Love regarded herself in the mirror. Her outfit, which had seemed so sexy before, now seemed ridiculous, especially the top which was so huge, it made her breasts feel like A-cups. Had she really been going around since her appointment, showing off her pussy like that? Sure, she hadn't bent over intentionally but she knew it had happened.

She was really starting to think better of her decision to get the implants. Feeling exhausted and a little worried, Love collapsed onto the bed and fell into a disturbing slumber.

She awoke in the darkness to a knocking sound. "Come in," she said. She felt less rested than she should have. She had been having a bad dream but couldn't recall what it was about.

She rubbed her eyes and sat up as Susie came into her room. "It's time for your bath," she said. Love yawned and stretched. She felt hungry again. How long had she been asleep. It must be after seven, she realized.

"Nice outfit!" Susie commented as Love got to her feet and prepared to follow her out the door.

"It would look better on you," Love replied sullenly. But despite her tiredness and hunger, she found herself trying to visualize exactly that -- those huge beauties would fill out the top she was wearing incredibly well.

As they stood in the elevator, nervously looking at eachother, Love's newly-awakened feeling of suspicion took the form of a question: "Susie, if I'm getting implants tomorrow, why do I need to keep taking the baths?"

"You're getting implants!?" Susie replied, looking genuinely shocked.

"Yes. Didn't the doctor tell you?"

"No. But it's not like these baths don't do other things you need. Yesterday you had those four little lines in your forehead and today, they're gone."

Love tried to see if this was indeed the case in the full length mirror in the main hall but Susie hurried her back to the room where she had had her bath the day before. As before, Susie stripped off her own clothes at the entrance to the room, clearly expecting Love to do the same, which she did, though somewhat less enthusiastically than the previous day.

"Are you alright?" Susie asked as Love hurried into the pool, her arms crossed over her breasts.

"It's nothing. I'm just really hungry," she replied.

"Hungry? I wish you'd said so before we got here. You're not allowed to eat in these rooms."

"Oh well, I can wait another hour," Love sighed.

"I'm so sorry," Susie said walking over to one of the mock school desks. "At least you can have some of this so you don't feel quite so hungry."

Love swiveled her head to see Susie placing a box of gum packages beside her pool. Already, the pool's effervescent warmth was putting her in a better humour. She chose a stick of gum and popped it into her mouth. "I'll be back in an hour," Susie said.

Love had chosen a stick of bubble gum. She decided to try blowing bubbles.

Love popped a second piece in her mouth and began chewing it. When she thought it was soft enough she placed it between her teeth and lips and started blowing, she almost blew it right out or her mouth.

"Damn!" She swore while giggling. "I can�t remember the last time I tried this."

She tried again, determined to do it right, and was rewarded with a large pink bubble. She giggled again as it popped on her and stuck to her nose. Carefully she wiped her hand dry on a towel and peeled it off her face and put it back in her mouth.

As she continued to chomp the gum, and practicing blowing bubbles, her thoughts drifted back to her and Suzie. This time Suzie was dressed as the head cheerleader in an outfit as skimpy as what she was wearing. She and Suzie were bouncing up and down doing cheers for a stadium full of men. She was getting worked up as she thought about all the men seeing her moist pussy underneath her short skirt.

She ran her hands all over her body as she visualized her long blond ponytail bobbing and huge tits bouncing for the men�s enjoyment. As she and Suzie finished their show they turned and flipped their skirts up to display all their charms to the world. Love came hard at this rather extreme vision, and accidentally swallowed her gum.

Giggling she reached over and popped a couple more pieces of the gum in her mouth. As she lied there relaxing she idly wondered if she could get Suzie to put on a cheerleaders costume.

After Love was dressed in her costume Suzie sat some papers on one of the desks for her to sign.

The time just whizzed by in the pool. Love could hardly believe it when Susie came to tell her that her hour was up.

As Susie helped her out of the pool, Love looked across at herself in a full length mirror. She was positively glowing. Her skin looked pink, especially her labial lips which looked very swollen. Similarly, her nipples were very hard, despite the room's warmth. As was the custom in these rooms, Susie had left her clothes at the door and Love luxuriated in the feeling of Susie's flesh against hers, especially her breasts.

"Thanks," Love said with a giggle as she stood up. She gave Susie a big hug just so she could feel those wonderful breasts touching hers. She ground her pussy into Susie's thigh before catching herself and stopping.

It was then that Susie pointed to one of the school desks. "Dr. Anderson asked me to give you these forms to fill out for your surgery," she explained, motioning to a stack of papers.

As before, Love found her skin was slightly numb. On top of that, she found herself staggering as she walked. "These bath are really *giggle* intense," she said.

Love sat down, naked, in the seat and began flipping through the dozen or so sheets. In her current frame of mind, it seemed like a tome. Besides, the text was boring. It was all stuff she had discussed with Doctor Anderson before. She flipped by the Attitudinal Therapy section on page 9, hardly giving it a second look and signed with a fluorish at the bottom of page 13.

She smacked her lips, enjoying the sweet cherry flavour of her gum. She held up the papers. "All done!" she called out. Sitting in the desk, she felt like she had just finished a test in school. For some reason, the though of school again caused her to stick a finger in her pussy. She pulled it out with a moan as Susie came over to pick up the papers and help her out of the desk.

As Susie helped her put on the cheerleading outfit, she felt an overwhelming desire to tell her how she felt.

"Susie?"

"Yes?"

"I've been so horny lately."

"Me too, but we can't have sex here. I'll meet you in your room in half an hour."

Love agreed readily to Suzie�s suggestion and went immediately to her room. When she arrived she found a large plate of food waiting for her. Suddenly realizing how famished she was she sat down and dove right in. she barely remembered to remove her gum from her mouth as she started eating.

Within minutes she had finished off the plate of food. With her belly full she popped a fresh piece of gum in her mouth and sat back as the sweet cherry flavor coated the inside of her mouth. She had just stood up to go to her bedroom when Suzie reappeared.

"So, ready for dessert?" She asked with a sly smile.

"Like, yeah!" Love giggled as she took her hand and headed into the bedroom. Once there Suzie helped Love in removing her clothes.

"You know, you look really good as a blond." She told her as she removed the scrunchie from her hair.

"You think so?" Love smiled as she twirled a long strand of hair around a finger. She wasn�t too sure but she could swear that her hair seemed longer than usual.

Suzie smiled. "Ya, I think so." She told her as she reached up with her long finger nails and pulled Love gum out of her mouth and replaced it with her own tongue.

"I have something else for you to stick in that mouth of yours." She said with a smile.

Soon the two were entwined in the bed as they ate each other out. In between orgasms they would break to fondle each other�s tits and kiss before diving back into each other�s wet pussy. After what seemed to be hours Love finally passed out from exhaustion in Suzie�s arms.

She awoke alone, and scared.

Oh God, Love thought, it's time for school. She had leapt out of bed and rushed to the washroom before she realized that she didn't even go to school.

She giggled nervously at the realization. She knew it meant that she should be worried... about something. She looked in the mirror and hardly recognized herself. Her breasts had shrunk to the size they were by the end of Time of Your Life's run on TV, when she had been so stressed she had stopped eating. They did look awfull perky, though. Plus, the rest of her looked great. Her skin looked so young; her lips looked a little fuller. Both sets of lips she thought with a giggle. But it was her ruby-red talons and cascading blonde locks which struck her the most. This salon really is giving me a new look, she realized. The worry took hold of her but she suddenly remembered what to do. She was feeling headachy and hungry again. I wish my mom were here, she thought, her worry immediately compounding as she realized she had hardly given a thought to her mother since coming here.

She walked, still naked, back into the bedroom and grabbed a piece of gum, popping it into her mouth. As she sat on her bed, mindlessly chewing, she turned on the TV. Oddly, she didn't find herself upset or disturbed as porn swirled on to the screen. As she continued chewing, she slipped two fingers, then three into her absurdly slick cunt. As she heard the door begin to open, she hardly had time to shut off the TV and pull out her hand before both Suzy and Earl walked in. She immediately found herself envisioning a threesome with them, Earl drilling her from behind as she licked Susie's pussy.

"Hi!" she said to them, grinning broadly and smacking her gum. Are they supposed to be here at the same time? she wondered.

"So Love, it's you're big day!" Susie exclaimed.

"Yah, I can't wait!"

"Earl and I are going to take you downstairs now," Susie explained. Love didn't even think to dress and was in the elevator before Susie put the terrycloth robe on her. Love couldn't help put give each of her helpers a quick peck on the cheek before the doors opened at the first floor.

There seemed to be more guests today in the foyer. A few waved hello to Love or blew her kisses. They all said things like "good luck today!"

From the hall, they took a different route that they ever had before, ending in another room featuring a reclining chair with some metallic devices positioned on tables near it. Electrical cords led up to it along the floor. The doctors Anderson entered soon after their arrival. They motioned for Love to take off her robe and sit (or lie) down on the chair.

"Ms. Hewitt," the junior Dr. Anderson began, as he hooked a large padded headphone set into an outlet on the floor, "at this salon, we don't use traditional anaesthetic. We use some of the drugs traditionally used in anaesthetic, as well as some new ones. But we also supplement this with hypnosis, helping your body to adjust naturally to the anaesthetization. So, instead of just using drugs, you'll be played some music to help relax you into the operation." He placed the headphones on her and picked up a microphone to continue speaking. Love heard his voice through the soft music.

As the doctor continued speaking, Love felt the pricking of a needle in her arm.

Love looked down at where she felt the sharp pain to see a nurse installing an I.V. in her arm.

"Now Love, I want you to remain calm while the nurse hooks up your I.V. and I will explain the procedure to you." She heard Dr. Anderson Jr. tell her in the headphones.

She laid her head back and relaxed as he continued. "Now this procedure isn�t going to be as painful as a normal breast enhancement surgery thanks to several different drugs and tools developed by my father." He told her. He held up a large jar of some type of cream." This cream will do exactly opposite of your current treatments and loosen the skin of the breasts so they can easily accept the implants."

He looked down at her with a smile. "It will also increase the sensitivity of them, which I�m sure you won�t mind." Love�s mind was a little foggy from the drugs being pumped into her at the moment and could only manage a smile at his comment.

Dr. Anderson then held up a long strange needle like device. "This is the actual implant, in it�s deflated state." He said. "It only requires a very small incision to place it. Once it is in then we can hook it up to a pump and inflate it to the desired size. When we are done we will leave a small valve just under the skin. That way if you wish to go bigger all we have to do is apply some more cream and pump the implant up some more. Any questions?"

Love knew that she wanted to ask something but the drugs and soft music that was playing in her ears seemed to deaden the thoughts before she could say anything. Smiling she just shook her head no.

With that he sat the microphone down and pulled on a pair of latex gloves. He then dipped his hand into the jar of cream and scooped out a handful. Love squealed slightly as he stared to slowly massage the cream into her tits.

As he worked it in the elder doctor picked up a scalpel and made a small cut under the side of her left tit. Love barely felt a thing as her picked up the long needle and slid it slowly into her tit. She felt a click as he pulled it out, leaving behind the silicone balloon in side her. Sealing over the hole with a piece of medical tape her then moved on to the other tit. Once he was done he inspected his work, then stepped back as the nurse wheeled two stands in with large bags of a clear liquid.

He picked up the microphone. "And now Love, the good part." He told her with a smile. He then attached the tubes from the pumps to her breasts. Dr. Anderson Jr. continued to massage more of the cream into her breasts and Dr. Anderson Sr. turned the pumps on.

As the warm silicone slowly moved down the tubes and into Loves tits she absentmindedly dropped her hand into her crotch and started to play with her wet pussy. She was watching the whole thing in the reflective surface of the large light that hung over the table. Love�s tits slowly started to grow under Dr. Anderson�s hands as his massage of them made her hotter and hotter. She fantasized that it was his cock in her pussy instead of her fingers.

As her tits swelled she saw that her areola�s were getting larger too. They went from a silver dollar size to almost three inches across before she had realized it. Then four, then� what comes after four?� oh yeah five! They were huge! And her nipples looked like pencil erasers!

As the bags neared empty Dr. Anderson stopped rubbing in the cream and picked up a wet cloth. He then rubbed each tit clean of the cream. This alone sent Love into an instant orgasm. She was just coming down from it as the doctor shut the pumps off and removed the tubes from her tits.

Love looked down at her new chest, she could no longer see her feet. "Oh wow!" She exclaimed as she ran her hands over her firm round tits, each one easily as big as her head.

"These feel great!" She giggled at the new sensitivity of them.

The pain from the surgery and the intensity of the drugs became immediately apparent as Love tried to walk. Her breasts hurt (numbly albeit) with every step that caused a sympathetic vibration in her chest. She also found that she was so heavily drugged, she couldn't reliably place one foot infront of another. Susie and Earl helped her into a wheelchair. She had already lost consciousness by the time they got her up to her room. She awoke again, briefly, while they helped her into bed.

Love noticed that Earl and Susie didn't leave right away. She felt pleasure and tried to sit up to kiss them as she felt something sliding between her nether lips. Susie kissed her forehead as she placed the headphones from downstairs on her ears. And flipped a switch. The pleasant buzzing in her ears was echoed by the pleasant buzzing in her crotch. She came and passed back into unconsciousness.

When she came to consciousness again, it was hard to figure out how long she had been asleep. Had she woken before? She seemed to recall an intense lovemaking session with Susie, the salty, pungent flavour of Susie's sex, the strange new sensitivity of her anus as Susie had rimmed her... She had dreams, too, of sucking Earl's cock, grabbing his cock as he came and smearing it around her face, feeling his semen flowing out of him and onto her. Mixed in with those dreams were strange re-workings of her short-lived series the Byrds of Paradise in which she had played a school cheerleader.

In the scenes as she now imagined them, her faux Hawaiian attire had been replaced with a series of fluorescent pink outfits -- not only her uniform but her regular attire always saw her dressed like a complete slut. In one scene, she was parading up and down the beach in a skimpy bikini bathing suit, the bottom hardly present even if she could see down past her gigantic tits.

That scene was one of her tamer recollections. In all of them, she found herself looking at people's chests and crotches before looking up to their faces. She was always wet, thinking about cock, thinking about pussy, unable to think about anything else. She dreamed of masturbating infront of dozens of girls in a locker room, wandering into the same locker room and doing the same infront of dozens of boys before they pinned her to the floor of the showers as their cocks pounded into her asshole again and again.

Love found that she had been sitting on the edge of the bed with her whole hand up inside her as she thought about her dreams. She giggled, thinking about how horny the thoughts made her. It took her a moment to realize how great she felt -- so confident, so happy... sooo horny.

She stood up and looked down, thrilled to see that nothing was visible below her nipples. Without missing a beat, she headed over to the closet and began dressing.

After all, if she didn't hurry up, she'd be late for school.

As Love agonized over what to wear she thought about how wonderful this private school was. She was, like, sooo lucky to get into it. Finally she pulled a short miniskirt and extremely low vinyl top out of the all pink wardrobe and began dressing. After squeezing her curvy body into the tight outfit and donning a matching pair of fluorescent pink spiked heel shoes, she then stuffed her cheerleading outfit into her gym bag along with her tennis shoes.

She then quickly put on her makeup and pulled her waist length blond hair up into a ponytail with one of her many pink scrunches. Picking up a fresh pack of cherry bubble gum she opened it and put two pieces between her pink coated lips.

"All ready to go?" She heard from behind her. She turned to see her best friend, Suzie standing there.

"Yep!" She giggled as she stuffed the pack of gum in her cleavage.

"Good, because if we don�t hurry you�re going to be late for your appointment with the school psychologist, Dr. David Anderson."

Love looked Suzie up and down. She loved the way Suzie's skirt started just a fraction of an inch below her nether lips, the blue plastic navel ring she wore (which somehow sexualized the girl's perfect belly button even more). She was blown away by the girl's tits. Of course, they weren't quite as firm as hers but they were big and so very jiggly. She loved the way her friend's semi-erect nipples dented the lycra fabric of her top. She stared into Suzie's cleavage to see if she had hidden anything there. It was a few moments before she could look past her friend's G-cups and check out her beautiful face, accented with blue where hers was accented with pink. The blue lipstick reminded her of something but she couldn't recall what. She found herself wishing that she had earrings like Suzie's big blue hoops. They looked like part of a shower curtain.

"Hi Suzie," Love said dreamily. "You look pretty." Naturally, she stepped forward to kiss her friend on the lips. She could taste the grape flavour of Suzie's gum as her tongue slid between her lips. As their tongues twisted around eachother, Love grabbed Suzie's buttocks and kneaded them as she began to pull up her friend's skirt from behind. She dipped one of her long-nailed fingers into Suzie's slick pussy and was satisfied by the tremble and moan in response.

Suzie broke the embrace. "We'll be late," she said.

"We'd better hurry, then," Love pointed out as she knelt down to kiss Suzie's pussy from the front, pushing the skirt up farther.

"Yer soooo bad," Suzie said as she began to gasp and moan as Love began expertly playing the smooth side of her tongue over her clit as her fingers reached around to the back, one hand's penetrating her asshole while the other's slipped into her cunt.

It hardly seemed to take any time at all before Suzie was orgasming, holding onto Love's head for support as she convulsed. Naturally, Suzie had to push Love onto the bed and return the favour. Then, there was the makeup to redo.

As they finally stepped into the elevator, Suzie was remarking, "Our guidance counsellor appointment was half an hour ago. We're going to be in so much trouble."

Love didn't care. She loved how the flavour of the cherry gum mixed with the lingering taste of Suzie's sex. When they reached the ground floor, she did find it odd that the halls should be so empty. She and Suzie took a moment to give their makeup one last check as they knocked on the door of Dr. Anderson, the guidance counsellor.