In Need of Counselling
Keywords: Need, In, of, Counselling,
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'What the bloody hell are you cribbing about?' Sophia said, and she sounded almost hurt. 'You should be down on your fucking knees thanking me. You do want to stay together, don't you?'
'Yes,' I said. 'But.'
Sophia twisted and pushed the plug until I felt my muscle would stretch no more. I froze with terror as all of a sudden after one final push it slipped over a thick plastic ridge and slipped yet deeper inside me. The girth had reduced slightly and my muscle relaxed but now my bowel was completely full and my abused muscle clung to the butt end like a limpet. I felt stoppered like a hot water bottle, as Sophia went on. 'Trouble with you is, you don't really know what you want. So its just as well Becky asked me to sort things out. Otherwise you'd be in a hell of a mess. Call it a talent. I just love bringing you young folks together. Whether they like it,' Sophia added, with a wicked grin, 'or not.'
'Please,' I whispered. 'Don't.'
But Sophia shook her head. 'Sorry,' she said, 'but the plain fact is, I know what's best for the pair of you, and that's that. You'll thank me in years to come; if you do manage to conceive you'll probably want to name her after me. Now before you go there are a few more things to do.' She presses a button on her desk intercom and speaks to the receptionist, Rosie. Moments later she walks in carrying a small plastic tray her tight white cotton uniform stretched over her firm young frame. The receptionist looks at me and smiles knowingly. I blush and struggle to stand up but Sophia holds me down so Rosie can see right up my passage.
'I want you to wear these,' she said fishing in the tray with her fingers.'
I hold out my hand and to my surprise she drops a tiny pair of white lace panties in my palm. They feel so light I could hardly feel them and as I feel them between my fingers she releases me. Free at last I struggle to stand as the plug settles in my arse.
Sophia frowns. 'Please don't question my decision. I studied at Oxford and Dam well know what I'm doing.'
I'm so taken back I nervously step into the panties and slide them up my legs. Besides wearing something was better than nothing at all and though I looked ridiculous in the women's panties I strangely didn't feel so embarrassed as I did when naked. She then turns her back to me and rummages in the tray yet again. I smell a strong surgical spirit but before I can ask what's what she's upon me. Twirling round her hands in front she presses two strange jelly moulds on my bare chest as if putting up a large poster. I feel the adhesive stick firm and she presses forward sending me off balance.
'What are these,' I say, though well aware what they represented.
'They are your first breasts,' she chuckles and don't they suit you? I stare down at my chest and see a pair of flesh coloured breasts with raised, natural looking nipples and clearly defined aola. She gives them both a squeeze and I'm convinced I can feel them as if my own. I blush and wonder how easy they are to remove.
She must have read my mind. They are stuck firm,' she chuckles, 'but they should shake lose in five days.'
'Five days,' I say gazing at my weighty silicone breasts, 'what am I supposed to do with these?'
She grins and hands me a pretty bra that matches my panties. 'Like it or not. They're yours and you'll need this.'
I take it from her and stare at the lacy cups in bewilderment.
'You're behaving like a big girl. Don't grumble I've been uncharacteristically kind you're only a 38c. They're barely noticeable. Personally I'd prefer you as a 38 Double D but the clients right'
I wrap the bra around my chest like I've seen Becky do a thousand times, clasp it in front, twist it round my back and slip each arm in a strap. The support is appreciated and I actually enjoy the sensation of the tiny straps on my shoulders and the lace cups on my breasts.
'And these,' she said handing me what I thought where shorts but as I slipped them up my legs I realised they where padded panties that increased my hips by over three inches.
'And finally tights.'
'I've no idea what good these will do.' I bleat but don't quibble as I take them from her.
'Now don't tell Becky. Let her work this out for herself. Just go with the flow. Relax and enjoy the experience.
I put back my shirt relieved that it comfortably covered my bra and false breasts. My jeans where more of a struggle. Though I managed to fit them up my thighs I was unable to pull them over my hips.
Sophia laughed. 'Do you want me to lend you something?'
'No', I said choosing instead to lay on the floor and pull them with all my might until I had them on. I stood up and caught a glimpse of my reflection in a window. I could hardly believe it was me. Even though I was wearing the clothes I had arrived in my figure had changed completely. Now instead of being straight like a ruler I was curvy like an hourglass.
Just then Becky came back in. I quickly put my coat on. She didn't seem to notice but as I sat back down the plug pressed into my arse and I whimpered slightly.
Sophia grinned. 'Now I want you both to remember what I said. Becky I want you to be strong and firm. This may not be easy but from what I can see its the road you must tread to improve your relationship. And I want you to make sure you give him this medication. Two pills morning and night.' She hands her a large pot and I frown disapprovingly.
'I've given him some things to wear. He's to wear them until at least tonight then as and when you think necessary. Be adventurous do what your heart says and just go with it. You won't shock me. You know what I expect. We will get there its just a matter of time. In the meantime do what you can, apply pressure where necessary and look forward to when the change occurs.'
I stare at her bemused unsure of her meaning. 'W, W, What,' I stutter.
She turned to me. 'You must make the biggest sacrifice. You may want to rebel, to refuse but if you do I will be deeply disappointed. Listen to Becky do what she asks and come back and see me same time next week.'
She hadn't really told me anything. 'But what do you want me to do?' I ask
'Don't worry your pretty little head about it,' she says, 'All will become clear in due course.' She turns back to Becky and smiled affectionately. I want to see you beforehand shall we say lunchtime Wednesday. I will want to know how you're getting on.
'Will you want to see me before next week?' I ask.
'No that won't be necessary 'she says. 'Becky can inform me of your progress.'
I find myself thanking her and getting up to leave.
'That was pretty painless,' Becky says as we walk down the road.
I grimace. 'Easy for you to say,' I whisper aware I'm not to tell her about the things I'm wearing.
'Lets grab lunch in the department stores restaurant.' she says merrily.
I wanted to go home but I remembered what Sophia had said and meekly agreed.
The restaurant was on the third floor and as we rode the elevator Becky suggested we pop into the ladies clothing department. I normally didn't clothes shop with her but something strange had happened since our first consultation and I wasn't entirely sure what. I felt meek and submissive as if under some form of spell and I was very aware of my new shape. My wide child bearing hips and my weighty breasts. I followed her round the floor like a lamb. First we went into the shoe department where she tried on some boots and high heels. She unusually asked my opinion and hung on my every word as if I knew what I was talking about. She didn't buy anything. Next we looked at a range of fashionable dresses. From day dresses to evening dresses and sexy party dresses. I assumed she was shopping for Christmas. Again she asked my advice. She behaved out of character. It wasn't like her to ask my opinion and the cloths we looked at where far to girly and just not here style. I can't remember the last time I'd seen her in anything remotely feminine. She recently preferred business suits when working or jeans when at relaxing at home. Finally we ended up in the lingerie department where she spent an age looking at sexy bras, panties and stockings. Again she bought nothing. By now I was getting incredibly hot. I still had my coat on and my legs where as warm as toast but I daren't take off my coat in case she saw the bra.
Empty-handed she eventually dragged me to the restaurant where she made me sit at a table while she ordered. She wasn't long and rather than cool down I was even hotter.
'Why don't you take off your coat dear,' Becky said returning with a tray of sandwiches.
I shake my head but she could tell I was sweating. 'Don't be daft take off your coat.'
She wouldn't take no for an answer so not wishing to cause a scene I carefully slipped my coat off and hung it behind my chair. She looked at me oddly as we ate and chatted about Sophia and the counselling session. I expressed my concerns thinking she was rather unorthodox. Becky wouldn't agree and as far as she was concerned Sophia couldn't do a thing wrong. I still kept numb and didn't tell her about the lingerie I wore and regretted wearing the stuff. But the restaurant was air-conditioned and despite the tights and the plastic covered seats I began to cool off. I wondered how Becky would react to my new breasts and was careful to cross my arms to conceal them. I felt the breasts tug on my chest and was grateful for the bras support. It was odd but with the bra hanging off my shoulders, my legs wrapped in tights with a plug in my arse I felt lady-like and feminine. I even enjoyed shopping and felt quite comfortable looking at all the beautiful dresses and skirts. I shuffled on the seat making the plug twist sending shock waves through my spine.
'Haven't you got something to tell me?' Becky eventually asks.
We eventually moved up onto the bed and continued our love making. We used our lips, tongues, fingers, and hands as we kissed, licked, sucked, stroked, and caressed each other to several individual and mutual gushing orgasms.
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Keywords: Need, In, of, Counselling,