New Body Gallery         by: Paul G Jutras

 

The Body Gallery shops had be around for a couple of years. Dealing in body suits and costumes around the country they did well. After an accident where a young woman got trapped inside one of the bought costumes, they nearly went out of business. That was when Dale talked his wife into getting breast implants.

Dale’s wife, who was barely a B- Cup, felt inferior to Dale when he put on double D breast forms for a night of lesbian sex. "I won’t be embarrassed, Dale." She said as he walked her to the O.R. doors. "I’ll be as beautiful as those plastic dummies you wear to bed."

Shortly after being put asleep for the operation, Lizzie woke from her cloudy dream state and brushed her hair from in front of her face. As the sleep left her eyes, the twin melon shaped breasts with surgical bandages, roes up from underneath the sheet that covered her. Then she heard a familiar voice coming to her from out of a fog. "You look beautiful dear." Dale’s voice seemed to echo from across a canyon. She just drifted back off to sleep.

When Lizzie woke again, it was morning. A quick check of the covers showed that it was no dream. She had gotten the figure of a living Barbie. As the nurse raised the blind, she got a better look at the 40 inch mounds pushed together with the surgical tape. "Ready for some breakfast dear?" The nurse asked.

Lizzie nodded.

The nurse moved the tray in front of her and left. Lizzie picked at her food, still weak from the operation. As she brought the food to her mouth she had to relearn how to get pass her larger bust line and reach her mouth. She new that they were going to be with her for the rest of her life and had to get over their newness. She started taking small bites.

The nurse came back in and took the tray away, informing her that Dale would soon be in to take her home. Being handed her purse, Dale took out her compact and fixed her make up so that she could look good leaving the hospital.

"How is my wife?" Dale asked as he walked into the room as the nurse was leaving. The nurse just gave him a smile and turned toward the young woman sitting up in the hospital bed.

"Couldn’t be better, sir." The nurse replied. "She can leave anytime."

As the nurse returned with a wheelchair, Lizzie got out of bed with her new tits swaying back and fourth with each step. She felt like she had to arch her back to avoid being pulled to the floor by the new weight of her jugs. She got dress in black three inch pumps, soft brown pantyhose, and a backless mini dress with push up bra that made her new breasts seem even larger than before. Since Dale didn’t bring her any panties, she could feel the nylon invading the slit between her legs. "Did you have to pick out this dress to leave the hospital with?" she asked as she stepped into three inch open toe heels. With the new weight on the chest, she wasn’t sure if she could balance in her old heels.

"Just one more thing." Dale smiled as he got down on the floor. She couldn’t see him any more than she could see her own feet pass her breasts, but she felt her pantyhose being pulled down. She then began to moan as she felt a dildo pass her pussy lips and filled her up between her legs.

"Oh, Dale." Lizzie said as she felt herself getting wet. "Don’t you think I should get use to walking with these things before we try anything kinky?"

"Don’t you worry." Dale said as she got into the chair and wheeled out to the car and helped her inside the driver’s side. "Are you sure you want to drive home with those things? Maybe you’d like to practice sitting behind the wheel first."

"I’ll be find." Lizzie just closed her eyes and let the dildo vibrate and pleasure her. When she opened her eyes again, she drove him to Body Gallery instead of home. He was surprise to see that they were in this costume place.

"I thought we were going home?" Dale asked.

"I got breast implants to improve our time in bed." Lizzie said with an odd smile. "Now it’s your turn to do something for me. A female body suit from this place will allow me to experience the type of lesbian fantasy I’ve only dreamed of with you."

"Anything for you, lover." Dale smiled and kiss her as they went inside and was handed a bunch of forms to fill. Most of the questions were quite simple to answer while others such as favorite culture was quite strange.

"What does P or T mean?" Dale asked as Lizzie took the pen from his hand and check marked P on the form. She just smiled at him and said: "Trust me."

"You know I do, my little snuggle bunny." Dale smiled as he handed the form to the receptionist and was instructed to follow the nurse standing at the end of the corridor. With one last look, Dale said good bye to his wife and ended got a blood and DNA scan done.

"You seem prefect, sir." The nurse smiled as a worker brought into the most realistic feeling body suit, Dale had ever felt. He stretched the hole in the back of the neck and stepped into it one leg at a time, noticing the toes were already painted as pink as the finger nails. Slipping his head into the hood and mask top, he saw his new image in the mirror already had make up provided. "Simply lovely, dear."

"Thanks." Dale said as he notice his vocal cords were a higher pitch. The head of his body had molded the suit into a sexual female form. He only wore a size 7 men shoe so it left his feet alone since a size 8 woman isn’t too bad. The suit even included clothes which had Lizzie snickering to herself as they walked out together.

That night Dale took off the female clothes and ran his hands on his realistic DD breasts. They climbed into bed in a 69 position and was surprise his vagina was made as wet as hers by their playing around. She strapped a dildo covered in goo on and slid it into Dale. He felt a bit of pain as his vagina walls were stretched for the first time and filled with a hot pleasure by the dildo. The dildo shot its load into her until she collapsed on her back on the bed. Dale soon passed out.

When Dale woke up, he was laying in the body suit tangled in the bed covers. His vagina and inner thighs were sticky from its work out the night before. Lizzie was laying face down with an arm stretched across his flat tummy. As he slipped out from under her, he tried to get the suit off, but found it wouldn’t come off.

"Something wrong, Daphne?" Lizzie smiled as Dale looked curious at why she called him that. "The suit isn’t temporary. That’s why I didn’t have you choose T on those forms. You’re my lesbian lover forever. I even went to the computer and put ever bank account and personal file under your new ID. Mad?"

Dale thought for a moment at how wonderful last night was and smiled. "No." Daphne said as she took her lesbian wife and made love for the rest of their day off.

 

THE END

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