Jodie's fantastic Journey

Jordan walked back to his desk alone after Janet steered him in the right direction. It had been so long, he was surprised to find himself such a lightweight now, but happily, he was able to remove all thoughts of his previous activities with Adam. Upon his return he found Tiffany sitting on his desk, her long beautiful legs crossed in such a way they teased at the hidden treasure beneath. Her breast rising and falling with every breath. Jordan watched them with great hunger.

“Jodie!” Tiffany cheered seeing her friend return.

“Tiff! Hi, girl!” Jordan giggled for reasons lost even to himself.

Tiffany giggled along because, well, it was just fun to giggle. “You look like you’re in a better mood.” The smell of manly semen finally hit her nose and she smirked as she realized what exactly put her friend in a good mood. “Girl, you are, like, too much.” Tiffany practically slid off of his desk before wrapping her arm around her friend.

“Not, like, as much as you.” Jordan giggled not sure what he meant, just happy to be so close to boobs so big.

Tiffany smiled and kissed her friend’s cheek, never feeling more sure than she did now that her friend was envious of her chest. “For now. C’mon, Jodie. We have a doctor’s appointment.”

“We do? Oh, yeah. You, like, don’t mind if I tag along do you?”

Tiffany giggled again, Jodie was hilarious. “Of course not.”

“Goodie. Doctors, like, make me nervous.” Jodie looked around conspiratorially before whispering, “Don’t tell nobody, okay?”

“Don’t worry, I won’t.”

“Pinky promise?”

“Pinky promise.” The girls locked pinkies and smiled. “Just let me do all the talkin’. I’ll take care of it all, Jodie.” Jodie hugged her bestie, she really was lucky to have someone so nice by her side. For the longest time, Jordan only had Eric and he threatened that being selfish. ‘Eric is so nice to me.’

Tiffany sat Jodie on the examination table, holding her friend’s hand who was clearly nervous from the look on her face. Jordan sat on the examination table confused but grateful to be off his feet. His feet did hurt less but they still hurt. ‘Maybe it, like, just takes some getting used to.’ He thought as he enjoyed Tiffany’s arm around his shoulders.

“Ah, Ms. Applegate?”

“Applebottom.” Jordan giggled reflexively. It was certainly a funny name, especially in his current state.

Tiffany giggled as well but took control of the situation for her ditzy friend. “Hi, doctor Foo. Jodie’s a bit well you remember how I was when I first started.”

“Oh, is she?” Dr.Foo smirked while Jodie held her friend's hand and nodded along shyly. Dr. Benjamin Foo, or Ben to his friends, was the same height as Jordan in heels but he made up for a smaller than average height with rugged good looks and short black hair which he kept neatly combed. His skin was impeccably smooth save for the lightest dusting of five o'clock shadow along his strong jaw. Despite all this Jordan still had a hard time relaxing around the handsome doctor. Jordan never liked doctors, always preferring to self medicate than risk them finding something majorly wrong. Dr.Foo and Tiffany talked at length, and whenever he was referred to or asked a direct question he simply nodded. Not that he was listening, he tried to focus on the good old familiar feeling. He was so distracted that he didn’t notice a large needle piercing his flesh until it was too late.

“Ow! Like, what was that for?” Jodie snapped, he was supposed to see Tiffany, not him! ‘Stupid doctor.’ Afterward, his blood was sent away with a lab tech and somewhere through the fog, he realized the doctor was once again talking to him.

“So what do you think?”

“Huh?” Jodie bit his lip nervously trying to recall what they had been talking about.

“Well, I did Tiffany’s breasts, so if-”

“Shut up! No way!” Jodie was truly stunned, he couldn’t believe the breasts he’d been staring at since he came here were actually fake. They looked completely real. “They look amazing!”

“Thank you.” Tiffany and the doctor said together. The doctor continued, “but what do you think about the size?”

“They’re great, like, totally. I mean...nevermind.”

“No, what, sweetie?”

“Like, me personally, I think, like, bigger is always better, right?”

“You think so?” Tiffany cupped her D cup breasts together. “Like, what? Double Ds?”

“Yeah, totally!” Jodie giggled and smiled at the doctor who had been writing on a chart.

“If that’s what you want, then totally.” Tiffany hugged Jodie. She was so shy and nervous but the second they started talking about getting her breasts done she perked right up.

Jodie was ecstatic, he couldn’t believe he was being asked about Tiffany’s boob job! ‘At least there’s one silver lining out of all of this.’ he told himself while the doctor finished up the paperwork.

“That sounds great. My assistant will get back to you by the end of day for scheduling.”

All the excitement threatened to drain from him. To keep the happy feeling he blocked the rest of the conversation from his mind and rather watched Tiffany’s soon-to-be extremely large breasts.

Tiffany continued talking for her friend who could only stare in envy at Tiffany’s chest. “Thank you, so much, Ben. Like, I know it’s odd but, I think she’d, like, rather Mrs.Gunther set it up for her since she, like, helped me out last time.”

“Well, it is highly irregular,” Ben spoke softly with a sly smile.

Tiffany understood what the good doctor was hinting at and gently placed a hand on his arm. “Maybe, but like, maybe we can talk about it later, like over dinner?”

Tiffany led Jodie back to Mrs. Bridgette's office. She was excited for Jodie, as well as herself after she lucked into a date with the handsome doctor Foo. Ben was the closest to a boyfriend Tiffany had or wanted. Neither of them were quite ready to "settle down" at their young ages. Plus it was a lot more fun pretending they were having some clandestine affair.

Jodie happily entered Mrs.Bridgette's office imagining Tiffany in a pink miniskirt and a tight matching halter top straining to contain her new breasts. "Ah, Ms.Applegate, just the young woman I was thinking about." Mrs.Bridgette's words were enough to cut through Jodie's fog. Before he could ask what she meant she continued, "nothing major. I see you've already seen our lovely Dr.Ben with Tiffany. He is a real sweetheart is he not?"

"He took my blood." Jodie frowned and tried to protest but his words were lost on the wind of Mrs.Bridgette's saccharine words.

"Oh, well I'm sure nothing negligent will come of it, my dear. He really loves helping girls like you." Again before he could question any meaning she interrupted him, "I actually just wanted to speak to you about how you were enjoying your job here so far."

"Um, like,...I love it?" In the past, he had been honest and he was almost immediately "let go". He certainly wasn't going to bring up what he was made to do with Adam Wesker.

"That's great news. I wanted to be sure before we proceeded further. You see in special cases, such as yours, we can go ahead with your health insurance." 'Special cases like mine?' "Tiffany already sent me one of those phone emails and told me about the upcoming surgery. You must be very excited."

"Oh, yeah, like, totally excited. I can't wait to see the results."

"That's what I figured, my dear. Now, all that in mind I just need you to sign and initial a few papers and we can get your insurance started."

"Oh, okay." Jodie bit his lip, 'why couldn't this woman talk in a straight line?' Jodie signed the papers where Mrs.Bridgette told him to as she explained the meaning behind each stipulation of and expectation. Though, even without the fog of tranquilizers, he would not have been paying attention either. Who does really?

"There we are, my dear. Everything accounted for on your end. Oh, one more thing," she bent behind her desk putting her large posterior on display before sitting back up and presenting a nameplate for his desk. "This finally came in, Tiffany was sure you'd love it here I think she put in for it the minute you left the interview. I do believe Miss Tiffany is quite fond of you, darling."

"Me too!" Jodie caught himself and he pulled the nameplate tight to his diminutive chest, "She's, like, my bestie." 'God, I'll be so glad when I can, like, stop this act.'

"That does my heart good to hear. Now you better scoot on back to your desk. There's still an hour or two left in the workday yet."