The Surgeon's Success - I

by Nob
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My Master’s surgeon knew the ancient art
Of strengthening my ponygirl’s young bust
By giving each ripe breast a hearty start
Toward adding to its lusty forward thrust.

The use of drugs and lotions was the first
Procedure that this evil monster used,
But when this seemed to fail, he loudly cursed
And turned to other means that more abused

My woman’s tender, rounded mother’s globes.
He ordered that a sharpened knife be brought,
Along with several slender barbed probes,
Which finally served the purpose that he’d sought.

And now, the pain gone, I have such a pair
That everyone is forced to stop and stare.