Tamara Wilcher, a 42 year old executive.

The 42 year old blonde woman that entered my office next was no where near as shy as Cassie had been, though she wasn't showing off her implants either. Tamara Wilcher was wearing an expensive, pinstriped pantsuit and a scowl.

"I really would have appreciated being told I neededto be here an hour early when I made the appointment, " she said. "My p.a. had to reschedule an important conference call spanning THREE continents after your call!"

"I'm sorry, Ms. Wilcher, but I wouldn't have asked you to meet with me before meeting with Dr. Marinella if it wasn’t very important."

"Of course it's important!" She said. "Important enough to plan for! But whatever. Let's get this taken care of. Like you said, it's important. "

"Yes, it is," I told her. "Your file says Dr. Marinella will be removing your breasts implants this afternoon. Is that true?"

"Yes. Of course," she said tersly. "Why do you ask?"

"Because you've had them since you were 23," I said.

"Yes. I've been lugging around 400 cc's of saline in each breast for nearly two decades because my 23-year old self thought she was going to be a movie star!" She said with contempt. "I'm not that girl anymore, thank god, and I'm tired of living with her mistakes! I'm a senior vice president for an investment company, for christsakes! I make my money with my mind, not my tits!"

I frowned and tapped my chin.

"I can see you're carrying a lot of anger about this," I said. "Which is why it's even more important that we talk. You're using your anger to mask your self-doubt, and that isn't healthy. "

She blushed furiously at being caught.

"You say you earn your money with your mind, not your tits, but you know that isn't really true," I told her. "Every job you've been hired for, every promotion you've received, every conference you've been invited to has been because men are attracted to your big tits. Even the women you work with think of you as the blonde with big tits and value you mostly because you keep their male coworkers happy. That conference call you had to reschedule for me was just an excuse for men on three continents to ogle your boobs on Zoom."

Her lower lip trembled.

"It ... it's true!" She exclaimed, tears welling up. "I'm a fraud! I use my body to succeed in business and then claim it's because I'm smart and driven!"

I smiled sympathetically.

"I know admitting this about yourself can be upsetting," I told her. "But at least you made this break through before you did something you'd regret. "

"Oh my god!" she gasped. "The surgery! What was I thinking? If I showed up at work next week without my big tits, they might fire me!"

"Oh, I doubt they'd be that obvious about it," I opined. "But it would definitely be a career killer. You'd start getting bad annual reviews and more complaints from clients and colleagues. Eventually, someone younger and hotter with bigger tits would rise through the ranks and they'd find an excuse to give her your job."

"We've got to tell Dr. Marinella to cancel the surgery!" She exclaimed, near panic.

"Oh, we'll tell her you've changed your mind," I assured her. "But really, you've taken time off work and Dr. Marinella has booked a surgical suite. It really would be a shame not to take advantage of the opportunities your new understanding about what makes you valuable at works brings!"

"What opportunities?" She asked, perking up

"Well think about it, Tamara," I said. "Why do they value you at work."

"Because I'm a blonde with big tits," she said, believing it in her soul.

"So how could they value you more?" I pushed.

She blinked, then grinned in compression.

"If I was a blonde with BIGGER tits!" She concluded.

"Exactly!" I praised. "Even though you were hired for your body, you still have some great ideas. Tamara! And getting bigger implants is the best idea you've ever had!"

"It is! It really is!" She exclaimed, proud of her great idea.

"But before we share your great idea with Dr. Marinella, we really need to talk about some more things, and it'll just be a lot easier to talk about the implication of your big tits if they're out where we can both see them," I said.

"Oh! Oh yes, of course!" She agreed, and proceeded to remove her jacket and blouse and a massive bra intended to minimize her jugs. Once she was topless, I could see she was most certainly a blonde with big tits. But I approved of her decision to go bigger.

I asked her to stand in front of the mirror the way Cassie had.

"Now you know that every benefit you've gotten since you were 23 has come from being a hot blonde with big tits, but that isn't something to be ashamed of, Tamara. You have every right to be proud of being a hot blonde with big tits!" I told her.

"I do! I do have every right to be proud!" She agreed. "I look damned good!"

"You've repressed what you really are for far too long. You're not Tamara Wilcher, the hard-driven business woman. You're Tammie Wilcher, the fun-loving bimbo!" I informed her. "You're proud of being a bimbo and you don't want to hide it anymore!"

"I'm a bimbo!" She declared proudly, her smile broadening, her voice rising in pitch, then she giggled. "I'm Tammie Wilcher, the fun-loving bimbo! I've got big fake titties and I'm gonna get BIGGER fake titties!"

"Yes, you are, Tammie!" I agreed. "You're finally going to lean into being the bimbo you've always known you are, deep down! It's so exciting!"

She squealed and wiggled, setting her fake tits to jiggling.

"You're going to get bigger tits, but that's just the start!" I told her. "We'll tell Dr. Marinella to give you the works! Collagen injections for your lips! Cheek implants for your face AND your ass! Fake EVERYTHING. You want to be the perfect plastic bimbo princess!"

"I do! I do! More than anything!" She agreed.

"And after that, you can get more fake things!" I encouraged. "Sexy bimbo wigs! Sexy bimbo eyelashes! Sexy bimbo nails! Everyone you know will be so amazed at what a big bimbo you are!"

"Yes!" Tammie exclaimed, pushing her bare chest out proudly. "Yes! Yes! YES! <giggle!> I'm gonna be the biggest, bestest bimbo EVAH!"

"Now aren't you glad you came in early to talk to me Tammie?" I asked.

"OMG!" she exclaimed, turning to me and giving me a big, bare-boobied hug. "Thank you, Doc! Thank you SOOO much! You stopped me from making the biggest mistake of my life! I'm such a stupid bimbo!"

"You are, Tammie," I agreed, patting her ass. "But once we fix you up, I'm sure there will be plenty of men eager to help you make better decisions!"

She giggled.

"Can I get my bigger titties now?" She asked.