| New (Larger) Breastforms & Big Trouble |
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Well, they finally arrived. My wife decided that it was time for a "boob job" and move from size 4 to size 10 forms.She has had me wearing a bra and the smaller forms for about 2 years almost every day. Since I have a big frame, they are not very noticeable under a loose shirt unless you looked hard. The Wife feels that I should always be reminded of my subordinate role and her control of not just my cock, but all aspects of how I dress and what I do or don't do. I guess I was getting just a little too comfortable and a little sloppy so she decided to make a more visible statement so to speak. We went shopping last week, and I was directed into Macy's to purchase three new bras. For my forms I prefer a underwired demi-cup bra, and a "B" cup push-up bra for regular wear. I picked out three nice ones, size 40B, and started to walk to the check out stand. As I approached it, my wife suddenly grabbed the bras and started into me about buying the wrong size. Rather loudly it was made clear that I was supposed to get a 40D cup, unlined with full underwire and plenty of support. She asked how did I expect a "D" sized breat to fit in a "B" cup, and so on.... With that she asked one of the clerks where the plus sized full support bras were. The clerk, probably no more than 20 years old, led us to the back wall, and suggested that Bali made by far the best full support bra. By now, the clerk is looking at me carefully, and realized that I was wearing a bra and started to giggle. I was completely humiliated as my wife continued to look at different makes. We ended up with the Bali, a Warner's front closure (after she and the clerk discussed buying it in a 38E rather than a 40D to make sure that the band was nice and tight, but the cup size remained correct) model and a 4 hook Vanity Fair nylon/spandex stretch bra because it allows for a lot of breast jiggle and bounce. Apparently, some friend of the clerk's with big boobs has one and she calls it her "penis magnet". Checkout was horrible as there were now three clerks hanging around and all whispering to each other. I'm sure I was beet red all over - my cock was ready to break a weld on the Cave, which is what I was currently wearing. It was remarkably painful for the next 15 minutes. So dear reader, what happens next? I complained and begged all week to not go through with this. I fully expected to get punished, but did not. My wife just kissed me and said that everything will be all right; I believed it, and started to relax. My bad. My way bad. On Friday last, the UPS truck dropped off a package, and, of course, it was the new forms. Size 10 asymmetrical "Super Soft" from The Breastform Store. These puppies are huge compared to my old size 4's. I am in deep shit now. At 5:30 my wife comes home, sees the package that I have opened; I'm not supposed to do that as it was addressed to her; and tells me to strip right there. Well, I got the spanking (and I do mean a spanking) that I expected, but also received a "10 demerit" punishment, the highest level in the demerit system my wife uses to rank my behavior. In this case, I was tied naked, hand and foot, to the old water pipe that goes up the side of our house and cropped for an hour or so. Knowing I could not help but scream and beg, my wife stuffed her thong in my mouth and then laced on my leather punishment hood with the penis gag mouthpiece snapped on. (For all you gag enthusiasts, this is probably the only way you can really gag somebody so they can't make any noise at all) I spent the night there, with the thong removed thank god, and was allowed to bath next morning. After cleaning up, I was dressed in my hood again, mouth covered, but no gag, eyes occluded, and my Wife put on the new front closure bra and stuffed in the new breastforms. I was laced in a corset, and my work chains were installed. She photographed me, and this is what I was forced to post today to my profile. I will have to wear them all day while she is at work, and she returns, she will discuss our new (In her words "improved") life going forward. Thursday is shopping day for groceries and household needs...
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I have to admit, while I'm sure I was turning red, this was such a rush to do. I also had to wear a pair of women's white Capri pants with a white thong that the whale tail was sort of visible if you looked very closely. First stop: Safeway. No sweat picking out what we needed, but the checkout line was a different matter. The clerk clearly noticed something and could not keep here eyes off my chest. Just to have some fun, I jiggled my boobs a little and she promptly dropped the item she was scanning and had to start over again.
I asked if she was OK, and she gulped "yes", and rang up the sale. She was about 30-35 years old so I suspect that she knew exactly what was going on. When she asked if I needed any help taking the groceries out to my car, I said yes, and she called for a register cover and off we went.
Nobody said anything on the way to the car, but when we got there, and were unloading the cart, she mumbled a bit and finally asked if she could ask me a question. I said sure, and she finally sort of blurted out wondering if I was wearing a bra and were my "boobs" real. This may have been one of the most humiliating, but also sexual moments I've had in years. I admitted that I was at my Wife's direction, and no, the boobs were not real. We ended up chatting for 7-8 minutes about my lifestyle, and her desire to have her BF cross-dress for her. She said this is way more common than we realize - at least among her friends. They all like the idea of the more "feminine" man.
All in all, an amazing hour. Can't wait to do it again.
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