Tuesday, July 21, 2009

TMI Tuesdays ~ Sweet Mammories

Introducing TMI Tuesdays.  Inspired by Mjenks ~ This One's For You Oh Mighty Crown of Thistles.

One thing that I have no problem admitting is that I've had a little after-market work done.  I don't mind admitting it, trust me people know and it's not like I'm trying to pass anything off as home grown or original ownership.  Plus, I just don't give a crap if anyone knows ~ I'm not showing them off or letting people get a free feel of them, but I don't care if they know. 

In fact the year that the twins first arrived, I was in a master's program.  The twins were "delivered" over Christmas break ~ Merry Christmas to me.  The kicker was that I would have
 to tell my instructors that I had "had a little work done" and would not be fully recouperated until at least two weeks into the new school year.  Nothing like telling a couple of pudgy, not-gettin-any collage professors that you just got a new pair of turbo twins to cause a few "awkward"  moments.  In theory, the professors can't touch them, look at them, or even think about them because they are professors and aren't supposed look at student's chest.  In reality, it causes more than a few sneaky glances south of the collar bone and some really interesting faculty meetings.

At first I wasn't going to tell anyone at all.  Then I found out the recovery would take a whileand I was going to need help with things, not to mention still be on-boarding the 
nice little muscle relaxers that come with the new equipment.  It wasn't like I was going to back to school and someone would look at me and say "Oh, did you get your hair cut?  You look different."  No sh*t Sherlock, I now have knockers where once the cupboard was bare.  Cause guys may not notice a new hair cut for weeks, but bring in the boobs and they spot them right away every time.  So being up front about it cut down on the amount of class gossip and whispered questions.

Well, I was not about to have the twins delivered by  just any man. So I asked around for some referrals.  I got a few names and a few invites by girls to "feel" their work.  Yeah, it gets a little creepy when women you barely know start flashing you their tatas and invite you 
to grope on them like a freshman in high school.  Maybe not for you guys, but for me ~ yeah, creepy.  However one name kept cropping up: Dr. M.

Now before their was Dr. McDreamy, there was Dr. M ~ the original McDreamy.  Not only was he highly recommended for his surgical skills, he was recommended for is, ahhhhhh, ahhhhhh, scenic offices. Yeah, that's the ticket. 

 A few consultations later and wham! I'm in post-op. Where I was begrudgingly dragging my drug induced comatose ass back into reality.  Dr. M walks in to check on me and give me the post surgical update.  After a few minutes of his cajoling me to wake up and talk to him, I finally mustered the strength to lift my head and look at my chest.  OH-SWEET-MARY-MOTHER-OF-GAWD!! look at these babies!!  They are HUGE! 
 They were especially large from the angle I was looking down at them.  They were BIG.  Mount Everest Huge.  If I could have lifted my hands, I would have felt myself up right then and there.  Instead I put my head down, look Dr. M straight in the eyes, and with a smirk whispered "sweet!"   Then passed out. 

P.s. Blogger has crappy formatting!!


dg said...

Heh heh heh. Did you axe Dr. M to touch 'em? I am ALL about enhancements. Bring it on! If God didn't want us to look our best, he wouldn't have invented plastic fargin' surgery, right? Woot! Woot!

the iNDefatigable mjenks said...

I'm sorry. I stopped reading after you said "no one's getting a free feel".

the iNDefatigable mjenks said...

All I have to say is Venustas habes mammas!

Wine and Words said...

Again, histerical. Do you just crack yourself up all day? You could have had some of my bodacious boogaloos, and I still would have had enough left over for a nice C-cup. Damn!

LarryLilly said...

Women getting bigger tatas reminds us men that its a lie when a woman says that size doesnt matter!


Chemgeek said...

"professors...aren't supposed look at student's chest."

In theory, you are correct. But let's be honest, some female students dress in such a way that makes not looking nearly impossible. Especially, when in front of a classroom looking down at the front rows of students.

My question is: do you female students do that on purpose? I don't mind, it's just hard to focus sometimes.

Scope said...

I had a ex-girlfriend who would point out women who were sporting some "after market" parts, not that she needed to, but it gave me an excuse to do the looking I was doing was doing anyway, and would say, "You know those aren't natural."

I finally said, "Mt. Rushmore isn't natural either." I don't think she appreciated that.

Oh, and Blogger formatting does suck. I encourage you to compose in Windows Live Writer. It's what Blogger should be.