One-on-one interviews: April - Part 3

"Did you need a moment, Mrs. Summer?"

"No, that's fine." A look of concentration passes over April's eyes. "Tits. Right. We were talking about my first breast mods. John finally relented, and agreed with Michael that the time was right for some more noticeable changes."

"Pearson's had just started offering tissue augmentation, the kind that's so common now. I was intrigued by having the look and feel of fake breasts that were still one-hundred-percent me, with no scars or risks... Not that I had any say in the matter, of course. The boys actually went back and forth about adding fake scarring for a more classic look, but after John spent so much time removing my blemishes, it just made sense not to add any new ones."

"My first set of augmented tits were only a teensy bit larger than my originals, although the shape and profile was quite different. A nice fake look and feel, with plenty of room to grow."

"That's surprising. After waiting so long, I would have thought Michael would have gone a bit overboard."

"He definitely wanted bigger," April nods, "but John made the same argument that he'd pushing the entire time. If they gave me enormous puppies right away, there wouldn't be room to expand later. He wanted to enjoy every step of the process, remember... And if they took it slow, they'd be able to better assess what they wanted along the way. Like, would they want me to keep up my hourglass figure, expanding my ass as we went, or would they prefer that 'tits-on-a-stick' look?"

"Did you enjoy these discussions?"

"Of course!" April giggles, as though her answer was the most obvious thing in the world. "The boys would always manhandle me, even draw on my skin with markers to illustrate their plans. Who wouldn't be gushing by the end of that?"

"Um... Right. Anyway, it sounds like the first augmentation was well-received, but that was Michael's Chistmas enhancement. What was John's mod of choice?"

April blushes slightly. "John didn't actually pay to mod me that Chistmas. He talked Peter into bending the rules... Not for the last time, of course," she chuckles. "John was saving too. The Doe family was going to Aruba for New Years, John included. His father, Greg, he got this big bonus at work, so they were planning that big vacation for a while. Instead of saving for a Christmas mod, John put aside a bit of money to pay for a private room and an extra ticket. He wanted me to come along for the week, as his guest."

"Guest?"

April laughs at Cassandra's slightly-sarcastic tone. "Well, 'guest' meaning 'live-in slut,' sure. We had a lot of fun... Michael had the first crack at my new tits after I got back from the clinic, but it was John who really broke them in. We fucked at the pool, on the beach, in our room... He enjoyed some local girls, too, but mostly his dick was stuffed between my big 'ol titties!"

"It almost sounds like a repeat of that first weekend."

"In a way, sure," April agrees, "but we had a lot more time together. John was always thinking of things to do... He kept careful track of my tan as it developed, taking pictures several times a day for reference. He knew he might want to re-create the 'beach babe' look later. He actually took a lot of photos of me in general, all over the island... I have an album here somewhere."

"But John also loves role-playing. We were getting dinner ready that first night, and John bought me this lovely flower-print sarong and matching choker. We had just jumped out of bed... He was watching me as I got dressed, fixed my lipstick, which was everywhere... Anyway, he decided he wanted us to present a different picture to the other guests. I was supposed to be this aggressive cougar, and he was my young, inexperienced boy-toy."

"That sounds a bit unbelievable, given your obvious D-Cup+ state."

"Not necessarily. I've met some timid boys... You know, some of the newly-eighteens who didn't happen to grow up around D-cups? Sometimes they get so embarrassed, they're afraid to ask for what they want... That's how he acted."

"As for me, I was supposed to suggest or even insist on lewd things that he should make me do. He would pretend to be embarrassed, but eventually he'd give in, unable to resist my raw sexuality." April giggles and bounces in her chair, excited by the memory. "He got the rest of the Does to play along too. He had them pretend that I'd muscled my way into their vacation, against their wishes... It was a whole thing. So much fun, honestly."

"What sorts of things did you suggest to your 'boy toy?' Was it hard keeping up the act?"

"Oh, not at all. I just tried to think of things John or Michael would have me do on a normal day. Like, I hinted that he should invite some of the other young men at the resort to spit-roast or DP me down by the pool... Or I'd say he could let their fathers jack off on me if they wanted, while we were fucking--Oh, right, we'd decided that my cougar persona had this disdain for older men, you see. So part of the story about John being my boy toy was that I was using him as a shield, shacking up with him so that all those nasty old men couldn't use me. So when I said they could jack off on me, it was this sort of teasing--" She laughs and shakes her head. "So many little details. We really went for it."

"Anyway, it was a memorable week, but soon enough I was back home with my family... And the boys were starting their second semester."