Chapter 5: The Shot
She felt the sharp jab as the needle went in. The warm liquid entered into her buttocks and tingled. The old man extracted the needle and rubbed the small puncture wound with an alcohol swab.
“That ought to give you an eye-popping set of jamambos.”
Natalie stared blankly as she felt the tingling in her buttocks spread.
“I want to have bigger breasts.” She said flatly.
“I know you do. You told me that. Do you remember?
“Yes.“
“You said you wear a 34A bra. And, that is like the smallest size they make.”
“It’s like a little girl’s bra.”
“And, That is embarrassing to you. Isn‘t it??”
“Yes.”
“You want bigger breasts so men will stare at your chest. That is what you told me isn‘t it?”
“Yes.”
“Well we have taken care of that today. Did your family watch the videotape I gave you after you drugged their food?
“Yes.”
“Very good, Natalie.” The old man said delighted. “That will make things so much less… complicated. Now, all your family will believe is that you have had huge tits since adolescence. They will think nothing of the changes that are taking place.”
Natalie eyes were fixed straight ahead.
“Now, Natalie. I want you to listen to me carefully. You will never refer to your tits as breasts again. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“Form now on you will only refer to them using the words I am about to teach you. These words will make you like your tits more. Do you understand.”
“Yes.”
“Now I want you to repeat some words after me and remember them forever. Because, these are the words to call your boobs from now on. Are you ready to begin?”
“Yes.”
“TITS, TITTIES, BOOBS, BOOBIES.”
“Tits, titties, boobs, boobies.”
“KNOCKERS, MELONS, JUGS, JAMAMBOS.”
“”Knockers, melons, jugs, jamambos.”
“HOOTERS, HEADLIGHTS, HONKERS.”
“Hooters, headlights, honkers.”
“I will teach you more fun words to call them. But, I think those are enough for now. Rest here. You will come out of your dream, get dressed, and be happy, rested and ready to work.”
In a short while, Natalie came out of her dream state. She opened the door and headed down the hallway back to her desk. Four inch purple high heels were strapped to her pretty feet. The cold air in the hallway made the nipples of her small tits as hard as rocks. One of her co-workers craned his neck to get a look at her stiff braless protrusions. She smiled at him.
“Hey, Jim.” She cooed.
“Hey, Natalie.” He smiled back.
“Damn! She is hot!” He peeked out of his office doorway to see her walk away. Her ass was literally hanging out of her lavender short-shorts. He watched as she pulled her red strapless top up higher on her chest.
“Man, I love the way she dresses!” He imagined what it would be like to pound that ass and titty-twist those nipples.
That night at home, Natalie’s breasts began to feel hot and tight. She did not think much about it. She put some lotion on them and went to sleep.
“That ought to give you an eye-popping set of jamambos.”
Natalie stared blankly as she felt the tingling in her buttocks spread.
“I want to have bigger breasts.” She said flatly.
“I know you do. You told me that. Do you remember?
“Yes.“
“You said you wear a 34A bra. And, that is like the smallest size they make.”
“It’s like a little girl’s bra.”
“And, That is embarrassing to you. Isn‘t it??”
“Yes.”
“You want bigger breasts so men will stare at your chest. That is what you told me isn‘t it?”
“Yes.”
“Well we have taken care of that today. Did your family watch the videotape I gave you after you drugged their food?
“Yes.”
“Very good, Natalie.” The old man said delighted. “That will make things so much less… complicated. Now, all your family will believe is that you have had huge tits since adolescence. They will think nothing of the changes that are taking place.”
Natalie eyes were fixed straight ahead.
“Now, Natalie. I want you to listen to me carefully. You will never refer to your tits as breasts again. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“Form now on you will only refer to them using the words I am about to teach you. These words will make you like your tits more. Do you understand.”
“Yes.”
“Now I want you to repeat some words after me and remember them forever. Because, these are the words to call your boobs from now on. Are you ready to begin?”
“Yes.”
“TITS, TITTIES, BOOBS, BOOBIES.”
“Tits, titties, boobs, boobies.”
“KNOCKERS, MELONS, JUGS, JAMAMBOS.”
“”Knockers, melons, jugs, jamambos.”
“HOOTERS, HEADLIGHTS, HONKERS.”
“Hooters, headlights, honkers.”
“I will teach you more fun words to call them. But, I think those are enough for now. Rest here. You will come out of your dream, get dressed, and be happy, rested and ready to work.”
In a short while, Natalie came out of her dream state. She opened the door and headed down the hallway back to her desk. Four inch purple high heels were strapped to her pretty feet. The cold air in the hallway made the nipples of her small tits as hard as rocks. One of her co-workers craned his neck to get a look at her stiff braless protrusions. She smiled at him.
“Hey, Jim.” She cooed.
“Hey, Natalie.” He smiled back.
“Damn! She is hot!” He peeked out of his office doorway to see her walk away. Her ass was literally hanging out of her lavender short-shorts. He watched as she pulled her red strapless top up higher on her chest.
“Man, I love the way she dresses!” He imagined what it would be like to pound that ass and titty-twist those nipples.
That night at home, Natalie’s breasts began to feel hot and tight. She did not think much about it. She put some lotion on them and went to sleep.
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