This is a 110% true story as are all my stories. Aside from my cuckold fetish, my biggest kinks were domination and bimbofication. Being the perv bf that I was I dominated her from afar often in many subtle ways and I also nudged my then-gf (now wife) in the bimbofication direction as well. Thankfully, she loved it and I can now say her bimbofication fetish is equal or bigger than mine. She keeps telling me she want a second surgery and even bigger boobs.

If you are curious how that all turned out her pics are on my profile.

We were still LDR back then. She was still in the Philippines and I was still waiting for her patiently in Canada. Passport and visa were almost ready and she was about 2 months away from her big move here. We were excited about finally meeting.

I had promised her to look into her getting bigger boobs there before she move here as the price was wayyyy cheaper than doing it in Canada. To be honest she didn’t need it as she already had big nice round boobs for an asian but a fetish is a fetish and we love the fake look so we decided to go for it. I was very protective of my doll so I did my due diligence and found this great surgeon in Manilla.

We had our first contact on video call with the old doc and he had a very business-like demeanor and everything went great. My gf was dressed as a slut as she usually did, showing her already big boobs in her pink tank top and I did catch him staring but who wouldn’t right?

She had to travel to Manilla for her passport and we decided to have her do the first appointment to assess the surgery at the same time. We had already decided the size but we wanted to see in person what the doc thought. They were supposed to video call me but all I got was a text message saying they already decided the size. I got mad and forced the doc to video call me as we agreed. I was the one paying for it.

The man looked really annoyed as I stared at the screen, watching my now half-naked girlfriend being evaluated by the doc, a mix of excitement and nerves bubbled up in me. The doctor was still visibly annoyed by my insistence, but I didn’t care. This was a big decision, and I wasn’t going to let it slip by without having full control over it. My protective nature kicked in—sure, this was our shared fantasy, but I wasn’t about to let anyone treat her like just another patient.

The doc gestured towards her chest, speaking in a monotone, as he outlined the potential options. We discuss sizes as my girlfriend sat there, glancing at me through the screen with that flirty smile she always gave when she was about to do something just for me.

The size was something we’d already discussed—as big as possible, making her look more like the sex doll she loved becoming. The doc kept saying 415cc would be too big for her frame but we knew that’s what we wanted. The situation felt more real than it ever had before. I was about to change her body, making her into the living fantasy we had dreamed about for months.

“I want the final say on this, we will get 415cc,” I asserted through the screen, my voice steady but with a tinge of frustration that I hoped they’d take seriously.

The surgeon sighed, but agreed, nodding and saying they would send the final confirmation over in the next few days. The video call ended soon after, and my girlfriend sent me a quick message saying how excited she was to finally go through with it. She loved the idea of transforming even more into the bimbo we both craved.

I messaged her, teasing her about how hot she looked during the consultation and promising her that once she was here, I’d show her just how much I appreciated everything she had done for me. She told me the doc was very annoyed at me but kept touching her to the point where he “measured” her boobs 3 times in an attempt to cup a feel.

Very weird.

A month later she travelled back there and had her surgery while I was supporting as much as I could from afar. I was nervou but everything went well. The nurse even sent me a pic of her new boobs during the surgery and I jerked off to it. It was so hot.

After the surgery her doc kept texting her to ask how she was doing and if she had any pain, etc. I found it weird but she told me it was normal in the Philippines to have that kind of personal service. Eventually he became more forward and asked her if he could take her to lunch or dinner before she left for Canada as she had to go get her boobs checked anyway to see how the healing went. Again she said it wasn’t being flirty. Sure. 🙄

She kept avoiding the questions and finally went to his office the day before she left Canada. Her second checkup was supposed to be routine. Just a quick assessment of how well her body was healing. I was constantly on my phone, waiting for updates, but some time went by without hearing from her. Finally, a message popped up.

“OMG daddy. He kissed me,” she wrote. My heart pounded as I read the message, anxiety flaring. “WTF. Did you kiss back?” I asked.

“Yes,” was all she said. “It’s so embarrassing my lipstick smudges and I think his staff knows.”

Part of me couldn’t believe it—how could this happen? How could a professional cross that line? On one hand, it made me furious to think of some doctor taking advantage of the situation. But on the other, it played into our shared kink of cucking and bimbofication, her transformation into this sex doll bimbo fantasy we both wanted.

Apparently she went into his office and then he stood up to sit beside her. He said her breasts were healing well as he grabbed them. Then he said she smelled so good. So unprofessional. He observed her reaction but she just froze. Then he kissed her. A deep french kiss. She loved how forward he was it got her wet real fast. Kissing this old perv doc who put fake boobs in her chest turned her on so much that she started licking and sucking his tongue. He kept saying her bf is so lucky and he wish he had met her before I did. Jerk.

He knew she had a plane to catch the next day and he was busy tonight with office stuff so he said it was “her fault” they didn’t have time to bang as she didn’t come sooner. She locked the door as he kissed her again and again. Then he point blank told her to blowjob him. She went on her knees like a submissive good girl and was about to start when the staff knocked on the door. He had surgery to go to so they had to stop. He kissed her one last time. She said her lips hurt because of how rough and passionate he was.

Too bad they didn’t have sex. They would have if he was available or if she wasn’t leaving the next day but that’s real life for you. He blew up her phone that day and many days after trying to meet her or get random nudes while instructing her to delete the messages so “her future husband” wouldn’t see them. Actually, he still try to flirt with her even a year later.

That day I looked at the pic the old perv doc posted on his Facebook business which he captionned “another happy client,” he smiled pointing to my girl.

Indeed.