50 Sexcapades [Erotica Compilation] novel Chapter 1

I sat patiently in the waiting room, with my legs crossed and my hands folded. I'd been waiting nearly 45 minutes now, and I was not a patient person.

I did another quick scan around the room. Is it just me or are most of the patients here attractive women? I covertly glanced at a few women's chests, feeling envious of their modest, cute breasts. I peeked down at my 34 G's, nearly busting at the seam of the largest size in this style shirt I could find.

I sighed, once again motivated to go through with this procedure. I wanted to undergo breast reduction surgery. I'm tired of carrying around these humongous tits, on my small, slender frame. I always had a sore back and constantly got hit on by perverts.

I can't even begin to count how many men have had full-on conversations with me, without ever looking at my face. I'll admit, a part of me used to like the attention, and hell I even used to use them to get what I want. But I feel enough is enough!

"Jessie?" the receptionist called. I stood up and felt my huge tits bounce just from a simple movement like that. See what I mean?

"Dr. Finch's office is right down the hall, he'll be right with you," she said in a friendly tone. I saw her check out my cleavage and rolled my eyes in frustration. I've had my fair share of female attention over the years too. Trust me, it gets old!

"I walked into the doctor's well-furnished office and took a seat. While he was still MIA I looked around his office at all his fancy framed degrees and paintings. A particular picture caught my eye and I walked over to it to get a better look. It was Dr. Finch holding a golden retriever. Dear Lord, he was ridiculously attractive!

He looked to be in his late 30's, with only a few faint wrinkles around his eyes. His hair was luscious and dark with a few grays at the side. He had a great complexion, sexy blue eyes, and bright white teeth. Gosh, now I can see why so many hot women flocked to his office.

"His name's Baxter," Dr. Finch said from behind, scaring the living hell out of me. I turned quickly and blushed with embarrassment. He had an amused smile on his face and closed the door, holding his hand out to me.

"I don't believe we've met young lady. Dr. Finch," he introduced. I shook his large hand and momentarily imagined him fingering me with those fingers. "Jessie, why don't you take a seat?"

He smiled even wider and gestured for me to have a seat while he went through some papers. "Ah, I see you're interested in reconstructive surgery, Jessie." I nodded, and swiftly licked my lips. "Yes, I am pretty set on having my breasts reduced to a smaller cup size."

He pulled a chair out and sat facing me. "Mhm. How old are you sweetheart and what is your current cup size?"

"I turned 19 three months ago and they're 34 G." I couldn't help but notice I bit my bottom lip while Dr. Finch scrutinized my body.

"Well, that is certainly quite a lot to carry on your frame. Why don't we take a look?" He said, smiling again.

For a second I paused, but then I remembered all those tv shows I've seen of women getting implants. They always have to take off their shirts so the doctor can see what he or she had to work with.

Timidly, I removed my top and lit up under the doctor's admiring gaze. I reached back and unclasped my bra, letting my huge milky tits spill out in all their naked glory. It was quite chilly in the office and my nipples embarrassingly pointed out.