"If Wishes Were Horses…"

by Furor Scribendi

2008 Scribendi Productions

November 13th

Mahoro sat on the couch, reading the latest letter from Vesper and sighing. Although she knew what Professor Hokaze had told her on September 23rd, she was still anxious about her augmentation requests.

This letter was the latest refusal from Vesper, but it was rather unsettling. In the past, Professor Hokaze had taken the time to draft a very heartfelt letter to her, going into detail why it was declined and signed it himself. This one was signed by a person whose signature she could not read and a name she did not recognize. She even wondered if the professor even saw this request, considering how generic the reply was.

She actually did not want to think that Hokaze was brushing her off on this matter, as his words of September were most earnest, but she still had this nagging doubt. Sighing again, she folded up the letter, put it back in its envelope and placed it on the coffee table. It was time to get to work and continue cleaning up the house.

Although Halloween had long been put away, the spiders had different ideas about making a home here. Mahoro shook her head. Weeds in the summer, cobwebs in the fall. Taking care of a house was a very time-consuming, labor-intense activity. But the end result was a home to be proud of. No more of the "Misato Haunted House."

As she tidied up, she saw the pile of disheveled newspapers. As she tried to sort them together properly, one section defied being folded at all. She had to take it apart to discover what the problem was, which turned out to be a bit of food stuck to the crease. As she removed it, her eyes were drawn to an ad on the opposite page.

A woman was wearing a bikini, showing off her fabulous figure. She was promoting Dr. Payoo Payo, an expert in augmentation and body sculpting. Mahoro was about to fold the paper up when her eyes alighted on a key phrase: "Try Before You Buy!" She thought for a moment. How could this be done? She also saw that a free consultation was offered.

Pondering the possibilities, she went over to the phone and dialed the number. "Dr. Payo's Office, please hold." She was then greeted with some very bland music. One could easily fall asleep with that tune rattling about your head. After a few moments, the receptionist came back on line. "Dr. Payo's office. How may I help you?"

"I saw the ad in the paper and was interested in a free consultation. I would like to schedule an appointment?"

"We just had a cancellation. Can you get down here in, say….20 minutes?"

Mahoro brightened up. This was great. "I will be there."

"And your name, please?"

"Mahoro Ando."

"When you arrive, there will be a bit of paperwork to fill out, so if you could get here a little sooner, that would be great. See you in a bit."

Mahoro hung up the phone, got her bag and headed to the roof of the house, where she called upon her Sylpheed. This would be much easier to use and would get her there in nothing flat. Sailing out, her mind raced with a lot of thoughts. She wasn't really sure if a regular doctor could even do the operation properly, owing to her "special" needs and if she could even afford it on her own, but she at least wanted to take advantage of the opportunity and present a better case to Hokaze.

The autumn air had just a hint of chill in it, as the wind whipped against her face. She also had to make certain that she wasn't that obvious, as she soared across town. Finding her building, she alighted on the roof, and then headed down to the street. She came out of the alley and went into the building properly, wending her way to the correct office.

Inside the office, it was just like any other medical location: piles of ancient magazines, oddly nebulous artwork on the walls to calm one's nerves and two other women, awaiting their appointments. She pushed the buzzer next to the sliding glass window and it opened, where one of the receptionists greeted her.

"Yes, how may I help you?"

"My name is Mahoro Ando and I have an appointment with the doctor." The receptionist looked at her scheduling log.

"You just called this in? You made record time getting here." She handed her a clipboard. "Please fill out some basic information for the doctor, so he may address your case more fully. Ahh, a consultation. Wrong clipboard." She swiftly exchanged clipboards and pointed Mahoro to a seat to fill it all out. "I will call you when the doctor is ready."

Mahoro looked at the paperwork. She really hated to lie about herself, but there were some things that the general public did not need to know about her. She remembered when Shikijo came by to get information and Suguru almost had a conniption over it. She filled out the data to give some semblance of normalcy.

Just as she finished, the window opened up. "Ms. Ando, the doctor will see you now." She gave her the clipboard and Mahoro was ushered through the door into the back. Inside was a far different look. There were pictures of women in bathing suits and dresses, showing off their stunning figures; all were very proud of the results.

Mahoro was escorted to a large office and given a seat. "The doctor will be in momentarily," she was told. Mahoro looked about the office. The walls were festooned with numerous medical degrees from all over, not just Japan, but America and Canada as well. The office itself was comfortable, but there was nothing to tell you what the doctor actually did.

She heard a rap on the door and the doctor came in. For someone with as much experience as he claimed to have, he looked rather young. He was flipping thought the clipboard papers as he came to the seat. "Ms. Ando….?"

"Yes?" Mahoro perked up and leaned forward.

The doctor put the clipboard down and faced her. "I am going to get right to the point. Why do you want augmentation?"

Mahoro responded with no hesitation. "I believe that larger breasts will make me feel more like a woman. This is something I have wished for."

The doctor nodded. "I like that answer; it was immediate. It shows that you have been considering this for some time and you are ready for the next step. This is important. I want you to get this augmentation for the right reasons."

"The right reasons?" Mahoro looked perplexed.

"Some women get it because a neighbor down the way did so, or that their boyfriend wanted them to get it or a variety of hesitant explanations. For me, I want you to do it for the proper reason and that you are ready for it. I never want to hear anyone say 'I wish I didn't get that operation.' That is why I may grill you a bit. I want to know that your reasons are genuine and your commitment is strong."

Mahoro nodded as the doctor gave her a binder to look at. "In here are several Before and After shots of the work that I do. Among the other things we discuss is the eventual size that you may wish. Again, I want you happy with your choice."

Mahoro looked through the variety of photos. Suguru would lose his mind if he saw this, she thought to herself, flipping through page after page of photos. "How many operations have you done, if I may ask?"

"I have done nearly 2000 operations with no major complications. I achieve this by, again, making sure of what it is you want. I have been known to decline a patient if I feel that there is something wrong or improper. I would rather lose a client than have someone ruing their choice. I want YOU to be happy every single day and have no regrets."

"'Try Before You Buy'? It is a rather odd statement."

"But it gets your attention, doesn't it? I have put together a kit of different sizes for you to wear. It is easy to say '91 cm C', but what does that really mean? This kit allows you to see and feel what it is like to be a particular size." The doctor stood up and went to a closet to withdraw two suitcases, which he placed by the desk. Then he went into the desk to pull out a bra, which he laid on the table in front of Mahoro.

"This is what you would be getting. You would wear this as you would a normal bra, and it offers support for you. But it is of the same girth, weight and feel as though you were that particular size. Would you stand up, please?" The doctor motioned for her to arise. "And would you put your arms above your head; I need to measure you."

Mahoro did as she was asked and the doctor was quick with his work. "Thank you. You may sit down." The doctor went back to his seat and made a couple of notes on her paperwork. "Considering your size, I am going to send along six of these examples. Although I have an idea of what the best size is for you, I want YOU to tell me. Again, this is your decision and I want you to be content with it." The doctor opened up the larger of the two suitcases as he continued to speak.

"The first one will contain an 86B, a 91B, a 91C, a 96C and a 101D. I want to give you a range so you can make an informed decision." He motioned her to come around and look at the contents. She was a bit unsettled about the sizes. It just looked so odd.

"What is in the other suitcase?" she asked, pointing to the smaller valise.

"That is the Moose. Some women want to know what it is like to have a very large bust. Personally, it can be a major headache to be that immense, so this is a safe way to see how that really feels. There comes a point when one is just showing off."

Mahoro was intrigued. "Uh, how big is it?"

The doctor picked up another folder and flipped through it, then placed it in front of Mahoro. As he was putting it down, he said "112DD, so it would look like this."

Mahoro stared at the picture. It was almost too much to comprehend, but one thought went through her head: That is certainly bigger than Shikijo. She looked up to the doctor.

"So, what do you say, Ms. Ando?"

"I would like to give it a try, including the Moose."

The doctor smiled. "Good, good. I just need you to fill out this rental agreement and I will need a deposit, which will be refunded upon return of the items. I mean, when I started out, these things were flying out the door. I almost decided to change my profession and go into making these!" He smiled as Mahoro filled out the paperwork.

"Now, the loan period is two weeks. Most women make their decision in less time than that, but, as always, I want to you be sure of what it is you want." He looked over the paperwork, shook her hand and pointed her to the two suitcases. "There are washing instructions enclosed, so they will come back as good as they went out."

"This will be done, and thank you, doctor." Mahoro fairly floated out of the building. Once away from curious eyes, she called upon the Sylpheed and got home rapidly. Heading upstairs to her room, she opened the larger suitcase and pulled out the smallest bra. Smallest, she thought, is still larger than I am. She quickly changed out and put it on. There certainly was more to contend with, but not much more than what she already had.

She looked in the mirror. She was bigger, but not immediately recognizable as such. Well, let's give this a real workout and see how it functions. Heading back downstairs, she did her normal chores. She wasn't sure if she was extra aware of them, but it felt like they were shifting more so than her regular self.

No, I need to ignore it and just do my chores. Getting to work, the house was vacuumed free of cobwebs, the floor wiped down, the woodwork dusted and the laundry attended to. After a while, Mahoro forget about her addition and did the cleaning up. As she was getting ready with the afternoon snack, Suguru came home.

"I'm back, Mahoro, and what a day of school it was."

"Please seat yourself and I will bring out something to eat." As Mahoro approached the table, carrying the treats, she noticed Suguru's expression had changed to one of puzzlement. "Is there something wrong?" she asked.

Suguru had a sip of his tea but stared at Mahoro, trying not to look like he was staring at her. "There is something different about you, but I just can't put my finger on it." Mahoro said nothing, but stood a bit straighter than normal. Suguru continued. "You certainly seem perkier. I guess you had a really good day."

Mahoro thought for a moment. "Yes, I think I really did have a good day." She nodded. He senses it; he noticed, she thought. She really wanted to tell him, but she felt it was best if he said it. She remembered the first day after she used the Pi Deal Alpha machine and that he had to be coaxed into noticing things he didn't really notice.

Suguru ate at his snack. "I certainly know that feeling. You feel like you are just going to bust out. Well, I have a bit of homework to attend to, so I will be in my room." He got up to leave, still trying to puzzle things out. Mahoro tended to the dishes, until she heard the door to his room shut.

Scampering upstairs to her room, she changed out and decided to go for a larger size, but opted for the 91C. As she looked in the mirror, she saw that it was a dramatic increase for her. There is no way he could miss it this time, she mulled. She was a bit enraptured with her figure. I really do look like a woman, she nodded. She went downstairs to finish up dinner preparations. As she put the dishes on the table, Suguru came into the kitchen.

"I couldn't work with all those lovely smells coming up to my room and…" He stopped and stared. Mahoro could see the gears turning in his head, trying to comprehend something, but she wasn't going to help him along. "Uh….is dinner almost ready?" he asked, as he sat down, almost missing the chair.

"In just a moment. I need to let the noodles cool a bit, then, we can eat." Mahoro was aware that Suguru was really staring at her, as she brought the food over to him very close and sat down. She looked at Suguru, whose eyes were shuttling between her face and her bust line. What is going on in his mind, she wondered. He wants to say something, but doesn't know what to say.

As she served herself dinner, the door flew open and in came Shikijo. "I don't know how much longer I will be able to handle days like this. It just runs right through me. I hope dinner is ready because…" She stopped and stared at Mahoro stood upright. She put her hands in front of her as she normally did and noticed that her upper arms brushed against the sides of the prostheses, which caused it to thrust out a bit.

Shikijo looked aghast. "What have you been doing to yourself? Did you get another one of those Alpha machines? Or were you able to repair the first one?" Shikijo came over and walked about Mahoro gazing intently at her bust. "It isn't possible, but it is!"

"What isn't possible?" drawled Suguru.

Shikijo turned to gape at Suguru, waggling a finger at him. "Of all people, Suguru-kun, I would think you would be the very first to notice." She poked at Mahoro's chest, who promptly slapped her hand away.

"Please, Shikijo-sensei. A real lady would never be so forward!" commented Mahoro. Suguru's eyes grew large as it finally sunk in.

Suguru stood up. "I thought so, but…but I just didn't want to say anything like that! I mean, I don't think of Mahoro in that way. What I mean to mean is….." Suguru was getting flustered and sweaty, so he sat down on the couch to organize his thoughts. Shikijo was on the offensive, boring right into Mahoro.

"It doesn't matter what you do or what you think you can do, you're not even half the woman I am!" challenged Shikijo.

Mahoro came up to her and thrust herself out defiantly. "On the contrary, I think I'm easily ALL the woman you are!"

Shikijo began to twitch, her left eye blinking erratically, and then turned to Suguru, practically purring with charm. "Tell me, Suguru, who really is the better woman?"

The sweat dribbled down his face as both of them presented their femininity to him for his approval. "Uh…..uh….uh….." Why was this happening to him? They could burn out a bearing in regards to ecchi, but when it was the real deal, well…………

Shikijo sat next to him and drew him close. "What you really need is a woman of experience, a real woman to guide you on the road to manhood."

Mahoro sat down on the other end of the couch and drew Suguru close to her. "What he really needs is a firm hand and a clear eye to teach him how a real adult acts!"

Shikijo grasped Suguru and pulled him into her, his head landing in her cleavage. "There is nothing you can teach him that I cannot teach him, and I can teach it better than you ever can."

Mahoro retrieved Suguru and pulled him close to her, his head landing in Mahoro's cleavage. "There are things I can teach him that you have no concept of or perhaps no real experience in!"

Shikijo tugged Suguru back into her. "You are outclassed and out pointed on this one!"

Mahoro retrieved Suguru and brought him to her side of the couch. "I'm never outclassed by the likes of you and certainly not to be out pointed!"

Getting battered about, Suguru managed to squeak out something. "Ladies! Ladies! A lovely dinner is getting cold. Perhaps it would be bust…BEST to have something to eat first! Yes, a marvelous idea!" Both of them grumped, and then both took him to the table, each holding an arm of his. He was seated, and then Mahoro and Shikijo sat across from him. Each sat up tall and proud, so Suguru wasn't going to miss a single thing.

Dinner was consumed in silence, but the tension was very high. Mahoro was wondering what Shikijo was going to do next. She had to be ready to counter it with something.

Shikijo began to fan herself, putting down the chopsticks and making a grand production out of it. "Oh, my, you really keep it warm in this house." And she undid the top button of her blouse to expose a touch more cleavage. Suguru almost choked on his rice ball.

Mahoro knew that she had to retaliate, but with a bit more panache. Suguru, meanwhile, was gulping down huge glasses of water, to counteract the near endless stream of sweat he was producing. His shirt was showing massive puddles under his arms

Mahoro nodded; she had to raise the stakes. "Excuse me, but I need to get another shirt for Suguru. I'll be back in a moment." She left the table and went upstairs. Selecting a looser shirt for him, she went into her room. She locked the door, as she remembered when Shikijo hid in the closet on that particular evening to humiliate her about the Alpha machine. Mahoro pulled out the suitcase from the closet and changed, going for the 96C. She was getting rather stuffed into her maid outfit, but she would not lose to Shikijo.

Coming downstairs, she handed the shirt to Suguru and sat back down to eat. She smiled to herself as she felt Shikijo staring at her. She was large enough for this one to be noticed. She glanced at her plate and then over to Shikijo, who quickly stared at her plate.

"It appears you need a bit more dinner; let me give you seconds." She arose and went to fetch some more dinner for Shikijo, making sure that both of them could see her extra self. She served Shikijo and sat back down. Suguru was now in a near-hypnotic state, gazing at both Mahoro and her expansiveness.

Shikijo leaned forward, her bust shoving the plate slightly towards Suguru. Mahoro saw this and followed suit. Suguru watched as they slowly inched closer to him, the plates scraping atop the table. He had a feeling that he was going to die tonight, as a result of all this. He imagined the headline in tomorrow's paper: 'Local Boy Killed in Battle of the Bulges'. He said nothing but they came so far over, their plates were touching his.

Shikijo then turned on Mahoro. "OK, what's going on here?"

Mahoro looked very innocent. "Dinner, and then dessert. Nothing more."

Shikijo stood up and pointed a finger at her. "'Nothing more.' You're not fooling me. I know something is afoot. Nobody is 'back in a moment' and…and…and…I am going to uncover your little tricks!" Shikijo was so over-heated, she had to undo another button on her blouse, and then sat down. Mahoro merely smiled and had more dinner.

Suguru, meanwhile, had stopped eating, absolutely frozen in place, much like a window display manikin. He felt as though his brain was going to explode at any given moment and he did not know how much more of this he could take.

"And what are we having for dessert?" muttered Shikijo through gritted teeth.

"Ice cream. And I want to make sure that Suguru get two extra large scoops, as I know how much he really enjoys that."

Suguru lost it. "AAAAAAAGH!" Bolting upright, he put his hands to the side of his head and tore up the stairs, the bedroom door slamming hard behind him.

Both of them looked up the stairs, then to each other.

"I wonder what got into him?" puzzled Mahoro. Shikijo closed her eyes and shook her head. It as going to be a long evening and the night was still young.

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MAHORO'S SYSTEMS WILL CEASE TO FUNCTION IN 248 DAYS

End Notes

This story has proven to be the most problematic of all that I have written, as you need to approach it in the proper way and not come off as some really perverted drooling fanboy fiction, making your characters bend to your will and not theirs.

I have read enough "adult" fanfic to realize that just because you can write about your favorite characters doing this or that or the other thing doesn't mean you SHOULD. But I did want to address a tale that really looked at Mahoro's bust line obsession.

In concert with her "Dirty thoughts are bad", is she a hypocrite in these matters? I say no.

The first part deals with the ogling and lewd thoughts about women. I can see her ideas about that. Women are not to be gazed upon solely for the "fun parts", but for the people that they are. We must treat women with dignity and respect. (She really goes into detail on this when she lectures Suguru upon finding his stash of magazines.)

HOWEVER, this does not stop Mahoro from wanting to feel "more of a woman" and with all the attention that Ms. Shikijo gets, Mahoro believes that not only will she be a better person, but a better woman, so this "lust for bust" is still in harmony with her overall views. Plus, it will silence Shikijo (Really, not; I personally feel it opens the door for even more torment.)

The actual idea for this story comes from a rerun of "Designing Women", when the Annie Potts character decides she wants breast augmentation. She eventually chooses not to, but her doctor gave her a series of bras that allowed her to see and feel what it was like to be a larger size. I just stepped it up to the next level.

Another concern was not to get lascivious in all this. It is just an opportunity for Mahoro to examine herself and her feelings, but to also have another lovely run-in with Shikijo.

As to the sizes, I had to realize that the rest of the world does NOT do inches, so I had to convert to centimeters. For those of you who are curious, the sizes are: 34B, 36B, 36C, 38C, 40D and 44DD, as Mahoro appears to be a 32B.

Payoo Payo is actually a slang term, which means 'big breasts'. It would be akin for a doctor here to be called Hugh Titzlinger or something along those lines. I came upon their term through an "alternate" translation of the manga, so it does make it tough to stay on top of things when all kinds of different approaches are available.