Bewitched, Bothered and Bewildered

Vivian flipped through his mum's mail order catalogue, turning to his favourite bit -- the lingerie section. She had asked him to choose something for his birthday, a new fishing rod perhaps, a couple of golfing irons to add to his set, or maybe even some new clothes.

The catalogue provided some welcome respite from the maths homework he should have been concentrating on. The funny thing was - it was the garments in which the sexy models posed, rather than their bodies that held him spellbound. How fantastic it would be to dress in something like that.

He drifted off into a salacious daydream - that of trying on several different exotic items. Wouldn't it be really great to pose in front of a full-length mirror in them? He imagined imitating the stances and poses of the lovely models. Wow! How fantastic to have that job, getting to wear all that fabulous stuff, and getting paid for it. What must it be like to put on a pair of lace or satin panties, the gorgeous sensuous feel of the material around his bottom and against his cock? The thought stirred his JT into life.

Then there were the stockings and suspenders, the garter belts, and what about the wearing of a nice lacy bra, filling the cups with real breasts rather than padding. It didn't seem quite right to cheat. Yeah, he knew even girls had to pad themselves out sometimes to achieve their desired shape, but he'd read somewhere about guys (and girls) these days, if they were so inclined, could have implants in whatever size they desired. There was really nothing to it apart from having the nerve -- and of course the money - to go through with the procedure.

Some guys preferred the natural route... growing one's own tits.

This involved a course of hormone injections to stimulate breast growth in the male gender. The results for some were quite astounding, achieving wonderfully natural-looking boobies, and for some an added enjoyment - and source of stimulation - the actual budding, the sprouting of little titties, watching them grow, and their continued monitoring into maturity and fruition, pubescent buds to full-blown milky bazookas was mind-blowing. Ultimately - he thought to himself - the thrill was watching oneself developing into an attractive young lady -- plus...