I leaned back in my chair, exhausted from being in surgery all day. I am a surgical resident, so I had to check on all of my patients before leaving for the night. It was already 9pm and I had just finished my last note.
My co-resident and friend, James, sat next to me at the desks in the middle of my hospital's burn unit. Fortunately there weren't any patients admitted to the unit currently, so we went there at the end of the day for some peace and quiet while finishing our work.
"Are you done yet?" I asked him.
He gave me a surprised look. "Are you joking Mike?" he replied. "I have 5 more notes to write!"
"You need to get faster."
"You know I hate this," he sighed. He stood up and stretched. James was not a general surgery resident like me. He was a plastic surgery resident, so he only had to spend a few months with us taking out gall bladders and appendixes.
James had the stereotypical good looks of plastic surgeons. He worked out religiously, pinpointing muscles to sculpt. He looked like he had his teeth whitened professionally, and I assumed he had regular visits with a spray tanning salon because he glowed even though it was the thick of winter, making his blue eyes appear brighter. His brown hair hung over his chiseled jaw, and his lips were full and feminine appearing, framed by a perfectly manicured short beard.
After surgeries, he would immediately change into his own form-fitting scrubs that showed off his V shaped body and toned legs with his name embroidered. Altogether, he looked like he belonged on the cover of GQ. I probably enjoyed working with him because I enjoyed the view.
"I want to wake up at 8am, do a few boob jobs, get paid a couple mil, and go home. I can't wait to be an attending," he said.
"Do you really get satisfaction from doing cosmetic surgeries all day?" I asked.
"Satisfaction! Satisfaction?? You better fucking believe I do. Not everyone is born looking hot like me and you!"
I was thrown off by the random compliment. He had made statements throughout the month about my "hot" body, but I kept inviting him to my gym with me (and the showers after) with no success. Apparently his home gym was "fully loaded."
He paused and looked around to make sure it was still just us at the collection of desks in the middle of the small unit. The unit remained empty.
"You promise to keep something secret?"
"Uhh, sure." I said, intrigued.
He got out his phone. "Check out what me and my attending did for my wife."
He showed me pictures of a sexy woman with large lips and a beautiful body wearing a bikini.
"Wow, she's beautiful. Good for you James, you have a hot wife." I said flatly.
"That's the before shot." He scrolled to the next picture of the same woman, now with huge tits barely fitting into a transparent bra.
"Check those out." He scrolled to the next photo, a picture of him standing behind his wife, holding her giant tits in his hands. The next picture showed his wife wearing a thong squeezed between absurdly enhanced butt cheeks. I held my hands over my growing dick, staring in awe.
"Look at how natural they look. It's a new implant we're trying out. But the bounce isn't quite right. Look," he instructed, while he watched his own video analytically.
He scrolled, this time to a video of him fucking his wife doggy style. My bisexual brain was going haywire. Her body was ludicrously disproportionate, a dream for straight and bisexual men who love curves, but no one would believe her assets were real based on the lack real bounce with his thrusts.
Nonetheless, my dick was straining painfully in my underwear at this point. In the video James pulled his dick out of his wife and walked toward the camera, his large dick bouncing as he walked. His body was magnificent as well, looking like a true Adonis with full pecs and a six pack. He lacked tan lines, making me wonder if he tanned nude. And his dick was a specimen to behold.
"Sorry, dude, didn't mean to show myself off," he said, but I got the sense that he did want me to see his naked body because he let me keep watching even though his wife was no longer visible.
I was feeling horny as hell. "Damn James, you guys look like porn stars with ass and tits like that....not to mention your giant dick."
He laughed. "We look better than porn stars. We don't use the cheap stuff to look good. I knew I needed a curvy wife. But like I said not all of us are born with our favorite assets. We can't all be stacked in the right places like you!"
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Stand up."
I stood up, and he gave my ass a hard spank. "You have a true bubble butt, my friend. A lot of women, and some men, would pay a lot of money for that ass."
"Well, I had to work for this butt." I had concentrated on growing my glutes ever since discovering the pleasure of bottoming. "I told you I go to the gym everyday. Plus, a friend gave me a tip. Now it's your turn to keep a secret."
