"I soooo love your boobs, Jana!"

You stare at the Blonde girl, suddenly amazed. She looks soooo perfect. A giggle bubbles up and escapes your lips.

"Your boobs are soooo totally gorgeous, Jana", you hear yourself say, and for a moment, you wonder, why your voice sounds so high-pitched and... simpering. Then that moment is gone. You smile. You are soooo jealous of Jana's boobs. They are just perfect. Not even oversized, but round and impressive. Great cleavage and all.

Suddenly you frown. "My husband locked me in, because... because...". You try to think. What was it why Dave locked you in? It all seems a bit foggy now...

"... because I am ugly. He does not want me anymore", you conclude. That sounds consistant. Why else would Dave lock you up in that closet.

"Can you help me, Jana?", you ask her, smiling.

The Blonde girl nods, looking you up and down.

"I do know a place, vere dzey could help you", she says, thoughtfully.

Your face lightens up.

"That sounds splendid, Jana!", you beam.

She places her hands under her boobs and pushes them slightly up. "You vant bigger tits, right?"

You nod, enthusiastic. Jana walks over to the table and grabs a piece of paper and a pen. She scribbles an address and hands you the paper.

"You can go rright now. Dzey are steell open."

You look happily at the paper, a big smile on your face. "That's... that's soooo coool, Jana. Thank you, like, sooo totally much!" You can't believe your luck that you chose such an intelligent, diligent housemaid, who knows places that can help you even on a Friday evening. You are really, really lucky.

"I go there right away!", you tell Jana, and hurry to the door. Then you stop in your tracks. You just remembered something.

"Ah, Jana...? Maybe there is one more thing? Maybe you could... you know, entertain Dave while I am gone? So that he does not miss me and all that? I might be gone for a bit, right? And you could... well, just make him, like, happy? It's a wife's duty to keep her husband happy, and I can't fulfill that duty today, so I need to, like, make sure that Dave's happy!"

You nod to your own words. They sound very wise.

Jana smiles, shyly. "Of course, Madam", she says. "I vill... entertain your husband."

You blow her some kisses and rush out of the house.

A short drive later you arrive at the address. They do seem to work 24 hours a day here.

Half an hour later again, you sit in a doctor's room, longingly staring at pictures of beautiful women with stunning boobs. The whole wall is plastered with Before/After photos. And all the results look simply amazing. You weren't aware plastic surgery has come such a long way... This looks all - really nice, and really impressive.

The doctor talks to you about certain risks and certain points you should consider, but somehow you have difficulties to focus. The rather lenghty explanations of the doctor are blurring into background noise. You are not made for complicated stuff like that, you conclude. This is what other people study for, right? You should just go along with whatever the doctor recommends...

"So - what will it be?", asks the man finally.

You blink.

"Sorry?", you ask. "I... I just... must have... nodded off a second. It is really late, isn't it?"

The doctor nods, smiling. "I just asked you which one of our programs you have decided on." He hands you over two leaflets. 'Hot super sexy boobs' says one of them, and a quick look informs you that the woman on the cover has quite impressive breasts, but the change compared to how she looked before is rather moderate. The other leaflet states: 'Bimbo Big Boobs'.

"What should it be for you, Madam?"