Fondling them makes her horny

"Come, let me show you," I said, opening the office closet to reveal the full-length mirror on the inside of the door.

Cassie, trusting me, stood naked before it, admiring her fake tits, while I stood behind her.

"Now that they've healed up from the surgery, you're going to find that it feels really, really good for your tits to be touched," I explained. "Gently or roughly, it doesn’t matter. It'll feel incredible. "

And I demonstrated by reaching around and groping both her tits firmly. She gasped.

"Oh my god!" She said as she filled with endorphins. "That feels so good! I...I should probably... my husband..."

"Yes, I'm sure your husband will enjoy playing with your new titties too," I told her. "But he must have realized he wouldn't be the only one. The more your implants get fondled, the sluttier you'll become. He must have known you wouldn't be able to resist letting anyone and everyone play with your new titties."

She leaned back against me and sighed.

"Can't resist...so good..." she agreed.

"It’s like I was explaining before, " I told her, pinching her nipples. "Implants change your personality. Flat Cassie might resist how horny me playing with her titties makes her, but Sexy Cassie with the Big Fake Titties doesn't even try. She loves how horny it makes her. And it does make her so very, very horny. "

"So! Very! HORNY!" She agreed, her eyes crazed with lust as she pressed back against my crotch with her naked ass.

"And your husband must have wanted you to be a nympho slut," I reasoned. "Why else would he have paid for your fake titties? So there's no reason to even feel guilty that you're going to fuck me now, is there Cassie?"

"Just shut up and fuck me already!" She demanded.

I did, of course. I had set up an air mattress in the corner of the office for just that purpose. Cassie rode my cock while I continued to fondle her fun bags, filling her with lust and euphoria, assuring her that she'd never regret the wanton slut the implants had turned her into, especially since they had made her orgasms so much stronger and easier to come by.

She started cuming almost immediately. I find for most women, a really good climax is just a matter of belief. Cassie did nothing to dissuade me of this. It was a good thing I had chosen an office with thick walls. Sexy Cassie with the Big Fake Titties is a howler.

Once we were done I helped her clean up and get dressed again. She couldn't believe she had worn that bulky peasant blouse. I suggested she just wear her bra as a top until she could go shopping. She kissed me at the great suggestion. She put her bra on and sighed that it still wasn’t slutty enough, so I pulled one strap down over her left shoulder.

I called Amber in to help with Cassie's jeans. Amber believed that it was her job and her joy to help our patients leave my office looking sluttier than they arrived, of course. Some judicious use of scissors later and Cassie had a pair of cut offs that wouldn’t even cover her panties. That was fine. I put the panties into my desk drawer as a memento.

Amber couldn't resist groping Cassie fake titties once she was dressed and soon the two were making out my desk. They clearly wanted to make use of the mattress as well. But I had other appointments and so did Cassie.

"You can't be late for your follow-up with Dr. Sears, Cassie, " I told her. "You need to ask him how long you need to wait before you can go up a size."

"Oh! Right!" Cassie exclaimed, a gleam in her eyes. "Do you think when I go bigger I'll get even sluttier?"

"I believe you will," I said. "But what's important is what you believe. And you do believe that, don’t you Cassie?"

"I do!" She declared, the giggled. "And I can't wait!"

She sauntered off to her appointment and Amber and I admired her receding ass. Then I asked my hot secretary to pull up my next patient's file.