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Illustrated Story - The Wrong Implants [Bimbo/Cougar TF, AP]
🕑 Added 2024-10-30 18:37:39 +0000 UTC"L-Look, I know you're understandably upset by this. I am, too! However, it's just a small mistake that we-"
"Small mistake? SMALL?! There's nothing small, tiny, minor, teenie, or insignificant about any of this, you fucking moron!"
Dr. Williams wiped the sweat from his brow with his handkerchief, trying to keep his cool as the woman screamed at the top of her lungs at him. The man tried to swallow, but his mouth was dry, and he felt his heart sink as he realized how bad the situation was. The plastic surgeon didn't fear losing a patient or some money but his license and practice, with his mind racing as he tried to think of a way to fix this. Dr. Williams knew there wasn't a way out of this, and the middle-aged man dreaded the thought of the woman suing him. If she did, he certainly hoped his lawyer could handle it. Honestly, Dr. Williams wouldn't blame her if she did.
He met the young woman's intense stare, trying not to make it worse. The brunette brushed her hair from her face, her brown eyes burning with rage, and her slim arms shaking with anger. His gaze wandered over her lithe body, the very body that now bore the mistakes he had made. The bandages covered most of the woman's breasts from the recent operation, but there was nothing that could genuinely hide the gargantuan growths and the implants inside them. They stood out like a sore thumb on her otherwise slim body that lacked curves, making the head-sized tits impossible to miss. Honestly, Dr. Williams was a little proud he had fit them inside the woman in the first place. He had to use skin grafts and other quite innovative techniques to place the basketball-sized implants inside her, with experimental treatments from Switzerland to adjust her body to the enormous silicone bags. The problem wasn't that he'd botched the procedure. The biggest issue was that she wanted his smallest ones inserted, giving her a mere, modest bosom that would've looked far more natural given her girl-next-door look.
Jennifer fumed, her head looking ready to explode. She tried her best to ignore the growths on her chest, but it wasn't easy, with her back already complaining about the weight even when lying down in the hospital bed.
"I want you to take them out right now!" Jennifer shouted, the rigid and colossal tits barely bouncing as she squirmed. "Or else I'm taking your ass to court!"
"Look, we can't do that-"
"WHY NOT?!" Jennifer said without giving Dr. Williams a chance to finish his sentence.
"Because of the risks! Your body has undergone tremendous stress from the procedure, and taking them out now before you've had time to rest might be fatal," Dr. William explained, trying to calm Jennifer down. "You'll need to recover from the operation first."
"For how long?" Jennifer said, watching the doctor shrink as he knew his answer would upset her.
"Um, at least a month..."
"A MONTH?! I can't go around carrying these- these THINGS around for a month, and I can't let anyone see me like this!"
"Yeah, yous an' me both, girlie."
Dr. Williams and Jennifer turned their attention away from each other and glanced at the woman standing in the doorway to the room. The woman was almost the opposite of the young woman lying in bed. She was tall and curvy, with the years of drugs, sex, and all the vices known showing on her middle-aged body ruined by one too many spray tans. She was practically the embodiment of a low-class cougar, with a weathered face stuffed full of lip-fillers, Botox, and other treatments to fight off the cruel touch of time. Her long bleached hair framed her trashy face, with split ends damaged from years of dying her mane an unnatural platinum blonde. Piercings and tattoos covered her body, making her look like a canvas of bad mistakes and indulgent living. Dark rings covered her pale eyes, and her fat lips puckered around a cigarette. The only curve or asset on her body that wasn't exaggerated was her breasts, which now housed the tiny implants meant for her younger counterpart. Honestly, it was almost funny how much they stood apart from the rest of her.
Dr. Williams couldn't help but find it amusing that two women with the same name, birthday (except year), hometown, and blood group could be so different. One was an upstanding college girl who just wanted to improve her bust, and the other was a middle-aged cougar who still worked as a stripper at the dump downtown called 'The Rack' - it was almost laughable how different they were. He told himself it was an easy mistake to make, especially after he had gotten a few drinks in him to help calm his nerves before surgery. God, he wished he'd taken a shot of bourbon before this.
"Ma'am, you can't smoke in here," Dr. Williams told her, causing the woman to roll her eyes and put it out. She rubbed at her tiny, bandaged chest, looking annoyed at how little there was for her to grope there.
"Fuckin' fascist," Crystal muttered, preferring to go by her stage name rather than her boring first name and looking almost as angry as the younger Jennifer. "Fine..."
"Look, I know you both are upset, but this is an easy mistake to fix," Dr. Williams said, his attempt at an assuring smile quickly withering under the combined glare of the two women. "And you'll both be refunded for the procedure."
The two women sighed and rolled their eyes in unison, almost comically copying each other. Dr. Williams wiped the sweat from his brow again, nearly feeling like he was getting the situation under control.
"All you gotta do is endure this for a month, and then we'll get you both back here to swap the implants. I can guarantee that there won't be any scars or nasty side effects. The clinic will even pay for travel or hotel expenses while you wait."
"You better!" Jennifer said, wanting to cross her arms but finding it impossible without touching the mammary monsters on her chest. "I'm not going back home until you fix this. And don't think I won't talk to my lawyer about this!"
"Yeah, same here. I ain't showin' myself to any of my clients, not with these mosquito bites. A girl's got a reputation to uphold," Crystal said, tapping her long nails against her broad, surgically enhanced hips.
"Of course. I'll talk to the staff and arrange it," Dr. Williams said, feeling the tension in the air receding. "Meanwhile, you both need to rest, and I'll have a nurse check on you in a moment."
After that, the doctor fled the room, relieved to leave. He wiped his sweaty brow once more as he headed to his office for a calming, stiff drink. Meanwhile, the two women remained in the room, one lamenting about the tiny implants inside her breasts while the other still fumed about her massive knockers dominating her chest. Crystal brushed a lock of dyed hair over her shoulder and approached the bed, watching as the younger woman tried in vain to ignore her now enormous chest.
"I gotsta say, girlie, they ain't lookin' half-bad on yas," Crystal said with a grave cackle, causing Jennifer to turn her anger over to the aging stripper. "Bit o' lipo for ya waist, some implants to give ya ass, an' some lip filler to even it all out."
"Shut up," Jennifer said, trying to cover herself up using her blanket, but not even that could hide her boulders.
"Look, I understand if yous ain't too happy with this, but there's something I gotsta do," she said, pulling out some weird stone from her purse and moving it towards Jennifer's chest. The girl smacked her hand away, almost sending the stone flying across the room.
"What the fuck are you doing?! Don't you dare fucking touch me!" Jennifer hissed, her mind racing and her heart beating like a drum in her chest.
"Calm down, cutie. Ya don't understand, I gotsta-"
"I'll sue your skank ass if you get any closer!"
"Jeezus kid, relax," Crystal said, rolling her dark, sultry eyes and tapping her hips. "I'm tryin' to help yas. I had this Wiccan witch do some bullshit with 'em before the surgery, so I gotsta remove it before ya-"
Again, Crystal tried to reach out towards Jennifer's bandaged bosom, but it got swatted away before she got even close. This time, the stone flew from her hand and clattered across the floor, causing the cougar to sigh and shake her head.
"I told you, get away from me, you gross slut! I don't want you touching me with your dirty meth fingers!"
"Hey, I'm tryin' to help yas, ungrateful little bitch."
"Please! The only thing you'll help me get is either herpes or syphilis, and you can keep them to yourself, you drugged-up skank!"
Crystal's face scrunched up in fury, or at least as close to that expression as the botox would allow. "That's it, you're on ya own, bitch."
Crystal walked away from the bed and over to the stone, her massive, silicone-stuffed ass bouncing with every step. She grabbed the tiny thing from the floor before putting it back into a pocket of her tacky pink cheetah print purse and pulling another cigarette. She ignored the no-smoking signs and lit the nicotine stick squeezed between her fat lips, the smoke trickling out from the corner of her mouth. Crystal then flipped Jennifer the bird, the rhinestones on the chipped inch-long acrylic nails glittering in the faint sunlight through the window.
"Good luck, girlie. Don't cha come chasin' after me when yas start craving cock n' wishin' to be all hawt like me," Crystal said with an amused smile. "Oh, an' tell Julio Crystal sent yas, an' he'll give a discount on yas first treatment."
"Go to hell, hag," Jennifer huffed, watching as the cougar left.
"This is what I gets for tryin' out an expensive clinic," Crystal muttered as she left a trail of smoke behind her, her stripper heels clicking against the floor with every step. "I should've stuck with Julio..."
After that, silence. Jennifer lay in bed, her heart racing and her breath coming in hard as she tried to calm herself. She placed a hand on her chest, groaning when getting reminded of the horrible growths on her chest she had momentarily forgotten about. Jennifer glanced at her breasts, seeing the bandaged orbs dominating her slim torso and obscuring everything below her waist. She felt them itch, with her nipples tingling and her skin buzzing. Jennifer assumed it was from the surgery, even if it felt like it came from under her skin, almost radiating out from the enormous implants inside her.
'I can't let anyone see me like this,' Jennifer thought, her heart sinking at the idea of her parents or friends finding out about this. 'God, they're itchy...'
Finally, she gave up and tried to scratch her itchy breasts, but she pulled away her hand the moment she touched them. It felt like something stung them, except there was no pain. There was barely any discomfort. The tingling sensation that shot down her spine made her curl her toes and shudder, causing her to keep her hands at her side and pull the blanket over the massive tits once more in another futile attempt to hide them. Jennifer realized she had to endure an entire month of this, and the thought of carrying them around for that long already made her back hurt.
'This is going to be a long fucking month...'
***
"Holy. Fucking. Shit."
The words left Jennifer's lips before she realized she said them. It had been a few days since the 'minor' mishap and unfortunate switch at the clinic, leaving her stuck with the implants meant for Crystal. Each time she had woken up during those first few days, she hoped it had all been a nightmare, but her heart sank the moment she opened her eyes and saw the spheres protruding defiantly from her chest. Now, Jennifer was finally out of the clinic and at the hotel Dr. Williams had arranged for her, hoping to endure an entire month of carrying around her new and 'improved' chest until the doctor could safely take them out.
Jennifer had seen her breasts more than she wanted during the first few days, but now was the time for the bandages to come off, and she was alone, finally standing before the bathroom mirror to assess the damage. It was far worse than she realized, and she couldn't believe her eyes as her gaze wandered over her short, average figure and the monstrously massive tits that adorned her chest. It was the first time Jennifer saw what others saw when they looked at her, and it caused her stomach to turn and twist into knots.
"Jesus, they look bigger than my head..." Jennifer muttered, posing before the mirror with blushing, red cheeks, and a sinking heart. She turned to her side and saw how far they pushed out, defying gravity and remaining unnaturally perky thanks to the semi-firm implants. "Shit..."
Jennifer had a somewhat average body - neither tall nor short, with narrow hips and a thin waist, slender legs, thin thighs, and feminine arms. Her face was cute but not beautiful, with soft lips and gentle features. The only thing that had ever been below average about her was her breasts, which had been non-existent her entire life and something she'd always been self-conscious of and wanted to fix for the last few years. However, Jennifer never intended to make them this massive, and she could barely believe anyone would ever want tits this big. She could only guess the bra size needed to cover the boulders. K-cup? M? Bigger? Whatever the case, Jennifer would need to order custom-sized bras online to find anything that would fit her, not that she intended to keep them for a minute longer than she had to. Besides, she didn't even need a bra to keep them perky. The implants kept them aloft without any support, looking flawlessly round no matter how much gravity tried to give them a more natural shape.
Yet, no matter what she thought about her breasts, a tiny part of her couldn't deny Dr. Williams's skill as a plastic surgeon. It was a miracle that he had even managed to fit the implants inside her, with her wondering how much extra skin he had to graft onto her to make them fit. She could barely even see any scars, with only tiny ones on the underside of her breasts that she had to look for to find. Not only that but there were scarcely any stretch marks, leaving them looking surprisingly at home on her. Then there were her nipples, which looked thicker than ever and with wider areolas, causing her to wonder if Crystal wanted that done too as part of her procedure.
No matter how much she stared at her reflection, nor how much she tried to wish them away, nothing changed. Jennifer's heart sank as she examined her spheres and stood there for far longer than she'd like to admit, eyes wide with shock at the sight of her burgeoning bosom.
"I look ridiculous. Who in their right mind would ever want breasts this b-" Jennifer said, her sentence cut short when a sting of unfiltered pleasure shot through her spine as she rubbed her breasts with her hands and tapped at her erect nipples. "Ah~!"
The girl stumbled backward as she pulled away her hands, feeling her unnaturally perky breasts bouncing with every step. Jennifer blinked, still reeling from the sudden sensation, and she couldn't help but stare at her fake, silicone-stuffed bosom with a mix of wonder, fear, and surprise. She remembered everything she had read about implants and everything Dr. Williams had said before the procedure about her breasts becoming less sensitive after getting implants. Some tiny part feared losing her sense of touch altogether in her chest. So, when Jennifer tugged at her nipples, she barely expected to be able to feel them. Instead, they were more sensitive than ever, almost pulsating and throbbing with need at the tender touch.
"Holy shit..." Jennifer gasped as she glanced down at her seemingly never-ending cleavage, watching as her nipples grew firm and erect.
Jennifer moved her hands towards her chest, cupping them gently, and she couldn't believe how sensitive they were. Each careful squeeze, tender tap of her fingers, sensual yet hesitant rub - she felt all of it. Her breasts had never felt like this before, and it shocked her. Every touch sent tingles of pleasure down her spine, causing the woman to flush a rosy red as she grew flustered. Jennifer pressed a finger against her sensual spheres, feeling the implants inside them almost as if they were a natural part of her, and another sting of pure pleasure shot down to her loins. She expected to be grossed out by touching her implants and feeling them inside her overstuffed bosom, but she didn't. The implants also felt softer than expected. They were rigid and firm but still had some softness to them, yielding to her touch as she squeezed and groped them. Jennifer cupped them, feeling their weight in her hands and reminding her how sore her back would be by the end of the month.
Yet, she felt conflicted as she stood there examining and nervously groping her chest. Jennifer hated how good it felt, and the sensations almost grew the more she touched, groped, and squeezed her breasts. Even worse, her nipples yearned for her or anyone's touch, and even just poking them made her shudder and curl her toes. Jennifer didn't want to enjoy it, but she did, and she felt a sting of shame as she stared at her reflection with half-closed eyes and witnessed the mix of embarrassment and pleasure written all over her face.
"Fuck... I thought they'd be less sensitive, not more..." Jennifer said, pulling her hands away. Her body felt warm, almost overheating, and she felt a drop of sweat trickling down her cheek. "I need a shower..."
Even the water felt better than expected as it trickled down over her chest and ran down her enormous breasts. Jennifer let the cold water cool down her libido, leaving her less and less flustered the longer she let the water wash over her lithe figure. Little by little, she calmed down, and an exasperated sigh slipped from her lips.
'I can't wait until the month is over and the doctor takes out the implants,' she thought, feeling a tiny sting of regret that faded fast as the thought flashed through her head. 'No matter how good they might feel...'
***
'God, everyone's staring...'
Jennifer already regretted her decision to leave the hotel. No matter where she went, people turned their heads and followed her with their judgmental gazes and lecherous looks. Or, at least, that's how it felt to the self-conscious girl. However, the mere thought of being cooped up inside her hotel room for another day made her want to scream. Jennifer had felt increasingly restless in the last few days, which wasn't surprising since there wasn't anything to do in her room besides watching TV and playing with her phone. A girl could only stand playing Candy Crush, watching daytime soaps, and ordering Chinese takeout for so long.
Thanks to the implants, none of her clothes fit her anymore, and she wasn't really in the mood to update her entire wardrobe for the short time she'd have them. However, Jennifer couldn't go out naked either, so she ordered an oversized hoodie she'd hoped would cover her breasts somewhat well during her first trip outside since the botched procedure at the clinic. It didn't, and it felt like she was smuggling basketballs underneath the sweater. It was also too hot to wear in this heat, causing her to sweat and wish she had something breezier that hid her massive tits instead. The only saving grace was that Jennifer lived on the other side of the state, and the possibility of bumping into someone who knew her was next to nothing. It didn't do anything about the odd looks Jennifer got, and the poor girl couldn't help but blush as she avoided eye contact with every horny guy that glanced at her and wondered what she was hiding behind the zipper.
Despite everything, it felt good to be out and stretch her legs. It wasn't like she could go out jogging with her silicone-stuffed chest, but at least she could stroll through the city and enjoy the afternoon sun. However, Jennifer couldn't understand how anyone would want to live here. She had seen more people with spray tans and bleached hair in the last few hours than she had back home in the past few years, and she'd lost count of the number of nail salons, hair parlors, tanning places, tattoo shops, and boutiques that sold clothes she wouldn't even want to be seen dead in. It felt like the city's main export was trashy girls, rundown malls, and plastic surgeons.
"Thank god I don't have to live here," Jennifer muttered, feeling a tingle down her spine as her nipples rubbed against the hoodie and felt the fabric tease them.
"Hey, sweetheart! Yous interested in a free tannin'?"
Jennifer was startled by the man who appeared out of nowhere and almost stumbled as he shoved a piece of paper into her hands. She glanced at the man in the sleazy shirt and greasy hair, standing outside one of the many tanning places in the area. He looked what Jennifer imagined someone promoting a place like this would, all the way down to the fake gold chain around his neck, the crooked smile, and the buttoned-down shirt showing off his hairy chest. She glanced at the paper he handed her, showing the coupon for a free hour when paying for a three-hour tanning session. It also had some discounts at a local nail salon and free hair extensions at the hair parlor next door, all probably owned by the same guy.
"A pretty babe like yous deserve a sexy tan. Come on, doll, yous gotsta try it out. I know yous gonna love it," he said in a similarly thick accent as Crystal.
"Oh, uh, I'll pass," Jennifer said, trying and failing to hide her chest from the man's lusty stare. "Thanks, though..."
"Come on, sweetheart! Yous ain't knowin' what yas missin' out on!"
Jennifer ignored his poor attempts to convince her and hurried off, stuffing the coupon flyer into her purse. The man thankfully lost interest in her as she left, and she heard him trying to convince someone else as she hurried off. She hadn't noticed it before, but she found herself swaying her hips a bit more than usual, and her pants felt surprisingly tight across her ass. In the end, Jennifer didn't overthink it and ignored it. The girl tried to ignore the late summer afternoon in the urban hell, doing what she could to ignore the stares and looks she got despite her attempts to hide her jugs. Jennifer caught one man rubbing his crotch as he saw her, feeling a weird mix of disgust and pride along with a shameful tingle between her legs. Whatever emotions bubbled inside her, she knew she got increasingly stressed from the ordeal, and she wished she was back in her hotel room.
'God, can't people stop staring?!' Jennifer thought, idly wondering how much people actually did and how much was in her head. Her lips tingled as she spotted another sleazy man staring at her, causing her to run her tongue over them. 'I need something to calm down. Maybe I should stop and get some gum or something...'
***
'I should really stop this. Just one more, then I'll quit...'
Jennifer leaned her head near the window of her hotel room, letting the smoke from her cigarette escape as another salty breeze blew in from the coast. She puckered her surprisingly puffy lips around the death stick, ignoring the tiny voice telling her what a nasty habit it was. Jennifer didn't care. Ever since the incident, she'd been unable to calm down, and the only thing that dealt with the stress of people staring at her tits was smoking. Jennifer let the smoke fill her lungs, feeling a mix of disgust and relief as the nicotine flooded her system and dulled the panic. She ran a finger across her lips, idly wondering why they felt so swollen. Maybe they were inflamed? Or perhaps it was an allergic reaction or something? Either way, it wasn't just her lips that felt slightly swollen.
Jennifer squirmed in her seat as her denim jeans dug into her sides, leaving little room for her ass or thighs. Her hips stretched the navy blue fabric, causing her to wish she'd brought her sweatpants with her on the trip. Even her underwear rode up her butt and hugged her loins tightly, causing her to tug at the hem almost constantly to try and adjust them. Jennifer sighed as she leaned against the window railing, staring out through the open window over the sad cityscape that stretched everywhere she looked.
'What a dump. Who'd ever want to live here?'
The thought flashed through her head as she sucked down the last of her cigarette, feeling a wave of relief, then followed by guilt as she put it out on the ashtray beside her. A day ago, a single cigarette would've satiated her for at least a few hours, almost an entire day. But now, barely a few days since she picked up the nasty habit she thought she killed back in college, a cigarette didn't even last her for long. Jennifer glanced at the half-empty packet, letting her nails tap against the side as she felt the anxiety and stress bubble beneath the surface.
"God damn it..."
Jennifer hated herself as she pulled out another one before wrapping her lips around the tip and lighting it. She closed her eyes and almost moaned as the fresh, warm smoke hit her lungs, and she felt the nasty taste linger on her lips, tongue, and teeth. Jennifer sucked on it with a smile. Yet, it didn't last long as her tight jeans reminded her of her ill-fitting wardrobe, causing her to sigh. She stared down at her zipped-down hoodie, and she couldn't believe how much she missed wearing something good that fit. Jennifer tapped her massive breasts and her erect nipples, feeling another sting of pure, unfiltered pleasure down her spine and to her loins. Her breasts were as sensitive as ever, and it had almost spread to other parts of her body. Even her ass, hips, and thighs all buzzed whenever she touched them, causing her libido to simmer and bubble constantly. Jennifer fought the urge to touch herself, something she'd found herself doing far more than she usually did lately.
'Maybe I should go shopping? I hate people seeing me like this, but I need more new clothes,' Jennifer thought, staring out over the city as the late summer heat washed over it. 'I'm going to be stuck here for a while, and the doctor said he'd cover all of my expenses while staying here. I might as well make the most of it. He owes me a cute top for doing this to me...'
Jennifer felt surprised at how excited she was about getting some new clothes. She always enjoyed it, but it felt more intense than usual. Jennifer blamed the stress and how her brain tried to cope by doing anything to alleviate it. She smiled as she sucked down another lungful of smoke before letting it caress her pouty lips as she blew it out, her body tingling at the calming effects of the nicotine.
***
'This one's cute. Maybe a bit too revealing, though, since I won't keep these jugs for long.'
Jennifer grabbed the top and placed it over her arm with the other tops, shirts, skirts, and pants she'd found while browsing the store. They had far too many tacky outfits here, causing her to skip entire rows of tops. Seriously, what kind of store has a whole section dedicated solely to leopard-print tops and pants? Jennifer shook her head and ignored it, walking down the aisles and picking out what she could wear. She felt her lips itch for another smoke, but it was manageable as she browsed the store for outfits. Still, Jennifer knew she'd pull the cigarette behind her ear and put it between her lips when she left.
"Oh, my gawd! This one's really cute..." Jennifer said, not noticing the odd choice of words or the weird inflection on a few as she pulled out bright green halter top.
The girl hurried over to the nearest mirror, putting away the collection of clothes hanging over her arm as she held out the top in front of her. However, Jennifer's heart sank when she saw how much of her cleavage she'd be showing off if she wore it. It'd be tight, too, leaving very little to the imagination.
'Figures...' Jennifer sighed as she put it away. 'At least my current outfit looks good...'
As bad as things were, Jennifer had at least embraced her current situation and tried to make the most of it. She posed before the mirror, loving how the yoga pants hugged her backside and hips, outlining every contour and curve. They also made her hips, thighs, and ass look thicker and broader than they were, giving her previously uninspiring and narrow lower body some much-needed definition. The red v-neck shirt didn't hide her breasts that well, but it did show off her tummy, which felt tighter and looked hotter than ever. Jennifer usually didn't enjoy flaunting what she had, but she'd been feeling surprisingly sexy lately, aside from her gross breasts. Although, the looks Jennifer got from the guys weren't nearly as annoying as before. Honestly, a part of her almost enjoyed it. Even now, she caught a man staring at her ass while he pretended to browse through the store. A few days ago, Jennifer would've felt disgusted by it. Now, she couldn't help but smile, even pushing out her ass a little as he checked out her tuchus.
'Only a few more weeks,' Jennifer thought as the man hurried off when he realized she'd seen him staring. 'Then I'll be back to normal again...'
Jennifer grabbed another top, sighing as it didn't do much to hide the basket-ball-sized breasts hanging 'proudly' from her chest. Shopping and smoking helped calm her nerves, but the effects faded gradually. Every day, Jennifer needed more to keep the anxiety and stress at bay, despite buying a new outfit every other day and smoking an entire pack in that time.
Suddenly, Jennifer remembered something. She pulled out the crumbled flyer she had gotten a while ago, her eyes dancing over the discounts on nails, hair extensions, and tan sprays. Jennifer would rather die than do the latter, but doing her nails and pampering her hair could make her feel better about herself. She felt a buzz in the back of her skull as she played with the thought, and a smile slowly spread across her lips.
'I guess I could get my nails done. Hair extension seems a little excessive, but I have always wondered how I'd look with dyed hair...'
***
"What the hell do yous mean?! Anotha' month?!"
Dr. Williams tugged at his shirt collar while nervously tapping his fingers against the clipboard as Jennifer looked ready to explode. She glared at him, standing eye-to-eye with the doctor thanks to the short, open-toed heels that showed off her recent pedicure. The girl pressed a finger against his chest without damaging her sharp acrylic nails, each covered with a bright red color and sparkly rhinestones. Jennifer pouted with her somewhat swollen lips, the red lipstick making them stand out even more, and the light makeup on her face stood out against her pale skin. She flipped a lock of bleached hair over her shoulder as she shuddered with anger, with a few platinum blonde locks still framing her face.
"I apologize, but I think it's for the best," he said, soon seeing the vein on the side of her temple bulging.
"For the best?! There ain't a snowball's chance in hell that I'll keep these for even a week longer!" Jennifer hissed, her voice sounding more nasal and whinier than ever. "What kind of a quack doc are yous?!"
"Look, I'm worried about your vitals. I've run some tests, and I don't think removing the implants yet is safe," Dr. Williams said, flipping through the medical chart and comparing the new ones. His mind raced at the weird data - it was like looking at the results from two different people.
"Either yous take these out in a week when yous said yous would, or I'll find someone who will!"
Dr. Williams fell silent, his gaze wandering away from the contradicting results and over to the woman poking him in his chest, meeting her intense glare. It was almost like looking at a different person, and he barely believed she was the same girl-next-door girl that came to him nearly a month ago. It wasn't just the hair and face that worried him, either. Dr. Williams stared at her, taking in every little detail from her oddly swollen thighs, hips, and ass to her oddly weathered skin. If he didn't know better, he'd say Jennifer looked older, with a few blemishes showing here and there and the youthful vigor she had before seemingly gone. It wasn't like she'd double in age or anything, but she looked far into her thirties instead of in her early twenties. Her eyes showed the most age, each brown orb oozing with maturity and lacking the innocence they had before.
Even more, she barely dressed like before. Dr Williams couldn't believe that someone so upset about her mammoth mammaries would wear a top with such a plunging neckline, showing off more than a little bit of cleavage. Jennifer wasn't wearing a bra either, which was evident from the way her erect nipples pressed against the fabric and created noticeable bumps in the front. The top didn't cover her waist either, causing her to put the tight and trim waistline on display. The booty shorts were a lot shorter than he expected someone like her to wear, and they hugged her backside tightly, leaving little to the imagination. He could even see the straps of her panties riding high on her hips, the red underwear matching her lipstick and nail polish.
"Well?! What's the matter, creep? Yous gonna keep staring at my hawt body, or are yous gonna do somethin' about this?" Jennifer said, pushing out her chest and gesturing at her massive mounds with an indignant look.
"Look, I told you that I can't. I think it's dangerous to remove the implants before your body has recovered, and I think it would be irresponsible and stupid to-"
"Oh, and now yous callin' me stupid too? Yer a real person of work, doc, and ain't the type of goil to take shit like this!" Jennifer said as her accent thickened with every word, pulling a cigarette and placing it between her puckered lips. Then, she flipped him the bird and turned on her heel, already lighting the nicotine stick. "Screw yous!"
Dr. Williams watched as she left, her somewhat curvy hips swaying with every step and her round ass bouncing gently inside her booty shorts. The woman's rigid and firm tits bounced lightly on her chest as she pushed them out, causing them to stand out on her as she made her way through the clinic, smoke already trailing from the end of her cigarette despite the no-smoking signs. He shook his head and sighed, already looking forward to another shot of bourbon to calm his nerves.
"I should've listened to my mom and become a dentist..." Dr. Williams muttered as he watched Jennifer leave.
"What'chu lookin' at, princess?" Jennifer snapped at a nurse she passed on her way out. "You ain't seen a real goil before?"
Jennifer slammed the door on her way out, and the cigarette did little to calm her down. Another salty breeze blew in from the nearby ocean, causing her to hold back her platinum blonde hair so it wouldn't blow into her face. She frowned and wrinkled her brow as she sucked down the last of the cigarette, unaware of how weathered her skin looked as she did. Jennifer glanced down at her breasts and rubbed her manicured fingers over them, feeling more than a little conflicted. She couldn't stop touching them, especially at night, and she'd lost count of the number of times she's cum from merely playing with her sensitive, plastic tits. Jennifer wanted the implants out, but the girl couldn't deny the perks of having them. She was also getting used to the looks and glances she got, especially from a few of the cute guys they had here. The city might be a dump, but at least it had a lot of hunky men here.
'I don't need that, idiot. I can find another plastic surgeon in this two-bit town to fix my breasts. There's gotsta be someone who can take 'em out,' she thought, already pulling out another cigarette. Her hand still shook with anger, causing her to frown again. 'Shit, I need something to calm down. Maybe I'll go shopping. I could use some new earrings, and maybe some new bracelets too. And a quick trip to the salon wouldn't hurt...'
***
"Sorry, chica. I can't do it. The other hombre was right; it's just too dangerous."
Jennifer's slim arms shook as she felt her blood boil, causing the tacky bracelets to shake and rattle against each other. She shook her head, feeling the giant, golden hoop earrings brushing against her cheeks before brushing a few bleached locks from her face. Her dark, smoky eyes narrowed as she stared at the plastic surgeon, and a part of her wanted to report his ass to immigration services for telling her what every other doc in this lousy town had told her. In the last week, Jennifer visited every clinic in the city and got the same answer everywhere. They couldn't do anything about her implants, not for another month. She hated how Dr. Williams was right, but there was no way she'd ever give him the satisfaction of knowing it. She'd rather let this Mexican scalpel slinger cut into her in his back alley clinic than return to that drunk.
Julio expected the woman to scream at him. Instead, she shuddered and sighed before pulling out another cigarette, marking it the second pack that day. Her pouty lips puckered around the cigarette, and she let the warm, comforting smoke ease her weary nerves and fill her lungs with its love.
"Fuhgeddaboudit," Jennifer said with another sigh. "I guess I just have to wait then..."
She then turned on her heel and headed to the door, feeling her fake tits bouncing inside the tube top she bought earlier that day. Honestly, a part of her felt relieved at his answer. Jennifer stopped at the door and glanced down at her breasts, feeling somewhat ashamed at how much she had enjoyed her tits lately, and this meant that she had another month with them before taking out the implants and returning home. She ran her hands over her mounds, squeezing the firm, almost spherical tits with a smile as another delightful tingle passed down to her loins. Jennifer already looked forward to trying out a few of the toys the woman bought earlier today, hoping they could satisfy her in ways her fingers simply couldn't anymore. She pressed a hand against her crotch, rubbing her fingers against the tight yoga pants and thong that hugged her wet sex, and she curled her toes in her tall heels at the thought of another night of fun.
However, as she grabbed the door, she heard Julio clear his throat, causing her to glance over her shoulder with her smoky gaze and eyes half-closed in a sultry stare. Jennifer didn't even notice herself doing it, nor did she realize she was still rubbing her crotch.
"You're not interested in anything else while you're here, chica?" Julio said, watching as a smile slowly spread across her lips.
"Like what?" Jennifer replied, her loins itching and her heart racing. She knew she should leave and ignore anything the quack said, but a part of her couldn't resist what the sleazy doc was about to propose.
"Well, I could do lipo and remove the last few pounds around your waist. Or maybe some lip filler or Botox to make you look like you're twenty again? I can even do Brazilian butt lifts, and I got more and bigger implants than anyone else."
Jennifer knew it was wrong, especially when she heard his comment about being young again. She frowned, finding it odd. Jennifer was already young and fuckin' hawt, so why would he say that? She groaned, rubbing her head and tapping her acrylic nails against her less-than-smooth skin, feeling a few imperfections and lines she knew weren't there before. It sent a tingle through her spine, filling her with this insatiable urge to fix it by any means necessary.
Jennifer wasn't an idiot. She knew better than to trust a sleazy doc like him and told herself to leave and never return. Yet, the words sunk into her brain, slowly dissolving into the increasingly slutty soup of uncontrollable urges, hedonistic delights, and untamed tastes. Jennifer would've easily ignored what Julio said if her brain hadn't marinated in a slutty and promiscuous cocktail this last month. Now, she felt herself get pulled into his little web, causing her to imagine how sexy she'd look with even poutier lips and thicker curves. Besides, Jennifer told herself she could always take them out before returning home, even if she knew she was lying.
"What do yous recommend~?" Jennifer said, cigarette dangling from her mouth. She hated herself for giving in, and the shame soon mixed with the excitement of becoming even sexier. Suddenly, Jennifer remembered something. "Oh, an' Crystal sent me. She said yer the best surgeon in town."
"In that case, I guess I could give you the friends and family discount, chica."
***
"My lips... they're so swollen, and my face feels so numb. I can't wait to go back!"
Jennifer's satisfied moan echoed through the tanning booth she lay in, feeling the intense UV lights blasting her skin and causing her to feel an intense tingling spreading through her body. A tiny part of her worried about skin cancer and all that, but it drowned in the sea of endorphins that flooded her system from the thought of getting all tanned and sexy. It didn't matter that she got a spray tan only yesterday, either. It wasn't enough. Nothing ever was anymore. Jennifer knew she needed more. No, she deserved more. Everything she did was to make herself feel better.
Yet, a lingering doubt passed through her addled brain as she lay there on her back. Jennifer tapped her lips, feeling how sensitive the swollen things were after getting the lip fillers from Julio yesterday. Was it a mistake to get it? Did she make them too big? Some of her wanted to say yes, but most of her body screamed for more. Jennifer ran a finger across her cheek, her face still somewhat numb from the Botox treatments earlier this morning, and she couldn't help but curl her toes in excitement at how hot she felt. The more Jennifer let Julio work on her, the better she felt, and she knew it wouldn't be long before she gave in to his suggestions to get a butt lift or get hip implants. God, a part of her already looked forward to it.
However, for now, Jennifer focused on the moment and sighed, relieved knowing she'd finally get rid of her sickly pale skin. Her lips tingled as the urge to smoke grew, causing her to regret not smuggling in a cigarette or two into the tanning booth.
'There's always next time,' she thought, planning her next visit to this place and the spray tan parlor in her head. Yet, it was hard focusing as she felt yet another tingle in her pussy. 'But, gawd, I'm fuckin' horny.'
Jennifer squirmed in the tanning booth, running a hand across her massive melons and another over her tight cunt, already feeling how the latter dripped with need. She spent over two hours this morning trying to fix it by stuffing both her ass and pussy with the enormous dildos she bought earlier this week, but it hadn't worked. It felt like no toy could ever fix it, almost as if her body knew they weren't real. Deep down, Jennifer knew only the real deal could fix it, but the thought of whoring herself out to some random stranger filled her with shame and regret. She couldn't. Yet, the more time that passed without getting relief, the more it ate away at her modesty and pride, leaving more and more room for the slutty urges and perverted thoughts.
For now, she resisted, but her loud moans echoed inside the booth as she continued fondling her breasts, tugging at her massive nipples, and rubbing her wet pussy. Jennifer knew it was only a few more weeks left until she could take out the implants, feeling a strange sting of regret at the thought. At this point, they didn't annoy her anymore. She'd grown to love them. The only thing preventing her from keeping them was what everyone would say when they saw her, but even that felt less and less important. Another moan slipped from her lips as she tugged at her huge, erect nipples and ran her hands over her spray-tanned silicone-stuffed spheres, feeling another aroused tingle pass through her spine.
***
"Oh gawd, is that... me!"
Jennifer lifted her gaze to the glossy mess of bleached curls that cascaded from her high ponytail, with the hair extensions she got last week giving it far more length and volume than she'd ever had before. She blinked, her eyes wandering over the woman she saw in the display window to the cute shoe shop she'd just been inside. Jennifer took everything in on her, from the woman's surgically-enhanced lips on her whorish face to the massive knockers stretching the leopard-print tube top and the similarly patterned shorts that were hugging her curvy hips, juicy ass, and thick thighs. She shook her head, running a hot-pink acrylic nail over the bright pink lips Julio had fixed for a second time in the last two weeks and feeling the fake gold earrings brushing against her cheek. The cigarette dangled from the corner of her mouth, and she didn't even notice how a bit of ash fell off and landed right in her cleavage.
It wasn't the first time Jennifer had seen herself, but the first time it dawned on her how different she looked. It wasn't a young woman in her early twenties looking back at her, but a slutty whore who looked almost twice her age. She couldn't believe she hadn't noticed it until now or that she had let herself go so quickly. A wave of shame washed over her as she recalled a week ago when she nearly sucked off Julio's cock to convince him to 'improve' her lips even more. They now dominated her face, looking beyond fake and itched for something long and hard to suck on. Jennifer shuddered as she nearly lost balance on her strappy five-inch heels, her mind reeling from the shock.
Yet, what truly disturbed her wasn't the sight of her weathered yet whorish face, covered in makeup, or the slutty outfit that showed off every single curve on her body. What truly scared Jennifer was how sexy she felt. The more she stared at herself, the more aroused she got, with her mind buzzing as she imagined everything even more exaggerated than it already was. The first thought through her head wasn't 'how did it get to this point,' but instead, 'Gawd, I'm fuckin' hawt!' She felt her heart sink as the urge to go to a tanning salon or get a spray tan filled her head, especially as the idea of asking Julio for a butt lift or to see if he could make her hips wider flashed through her head. Even her skin felt naked, and she couldn't shake the idea of maybe getting a tattoo or two to fix it. Even Jennifer's nipples and belly button looked naked, causing her to wonder if a few piercings wouldn't fix that.
"No, that ain't- Shit, I gotsta..." Jennifer said, hearing herself talk and realizing just how different she sounded. It wasn't the first time she heard herself, but the first time she stopped and thought about it.
Suddenly, the last few weeks flashed before her eyes. It felt like she was waking up, her mind reeling from the countless shopping trips where she bought increasingly sluttier clothes, nights filled with hour-long masturbation sessions using lewder and lewder toys, and visits to the clinic, nail salon, and hair parlor to doll herself up more and more. Even worse, a part of her loved it, and she felt it growing every day. Jennifer stared at her reflection, tracing a finger across her now hollowed cheeks and taking in her mature face. Honestly, she looked more like one of the plastic cougars she'd seen prowling the alleys downtown at night than anything else.
'I gotsta do somethin' about this. I ain't some two-bit plastic hag, I'm a-' Jennifer thought, soon pulled from her panicked state by a wolf-whistle.
"Lookin' good, doll. Ain't seen tits as grand as yurz in a while."
Jennifer turned on her heel, feeling her lips curling involuntarily into a smile at the sleazy comment. She saw the somewhat overweight man with the buttoned-down shirt staring at her, showing off his hairy chest, and a gold tooth gleamed in his crooked smile. There was nothing about him that should've turned her on, but the way Jennifer saw him staring at her breasts and licking his lips caused the gentle warmth in her loins to turn into a raging wildfire. The session with her sex toys last night barely put a dent in her libido, and she'd noticed how they've gotten less effective each time she used them. Jennifer knew her body needed the real deal, but the thought of whoring herself out, or picking up a random man from the street, disgusted her. Or rather, she wanted to be disgusted by it. All she could think about now was how huge his cock was and how good it'd feel to have it inside her.
"What'dya say about gettin' a coffee, just me an' yous?" The man said, approaching her and giving her rounded ass a soft pat and a firm squeeze.
"Why don't we just cut to the chase an' go to ma' hotel room right away? Mama's in need of some lovin'~," Jennifer said, her heart racing as she felt herself fall deeper and deeper into her urges, her mind marinating in a stew of bad decisions.
"After yous, sweetheart," he said, wrapping his arm around her waist before Jennifer grabbed his bulge, giving it a gentle squeeze as she imagined it inside her.
'I gotsta stop an' fix this. Somethin's happenin' to me, an' I haveta stop it before it's too late... Just not now. I'll do it after a bit o' fun first, an' maybe afta' workin' on ma tan...'
"So, got a name, doll?"
Jennifer turned her sultry eyes to him, leaning into his lusty embrace and pressing her tits against him, causing them to almost pop out of her tiny top. "Yous can call me Jenni, sexy~."
***
Riiiiiing... Incoming call from contact "Beth (Bestie!)."
*Beep*
"Jennifer? Oh thank god! It's Beth. No one has heard from you for over a month an-"
*Beeeep*
"Gawd! Can't everyone just stop callin' me? Can't they get it into their thick skulls that I don't needs 'em no more?'
Jenni pouted as she dragged her acrylic nail across the screen, rejecting another call from her 'friend.' She huffed and shook her head, idly wondering why they couldn't take a hint. She didn't need them anymore. Jenni made a mental note about getting a new phone and number so she wouldn't have to deal with it. A soft, pained groan slipped from her puckered lips, with the pink cocksuckers curled into an annoyed glance as she looked over her shoulder at the tattoo artist working on her tramp stamp.
"Ya tryin' to piss me off? What'cha doin' back there? Ain't ya fuckin' done soon?"
"Almost," he said, wiping some ink from her tanned skin before continuing to finish off the angel wings and heart motif.
Jenni couldn't help but smile at how much he kept glancing at her huge ass and massive hips, and she had Julio to thank for that. The Brazilian butt lift, and the implants inside it, hadn't just quadrupled the size of her ass, leaving each cheek bigger than her head, but the fat needed for the procedure left her arms, legs, and waist thinner than ever. The implants in her hips had almost doubled her hip-to-waist ratio, leaving her feeling sexier than ever. It didn't matter that Julio wasn't as good a plastic surgeon as Dr. Williams, but her half-botched implants still looked perfect in her eyes, and she didn't need to pay nearly as much, either. What tiny part of her that still rebelled at seeing the dolled-up, silicone-stuffed woman in the mirror every morning slowly faded with every poor decision and procedure she did, leaving her feeling more and more like her true self than ever.
God, Jenni had never felt so sexy in her life before. She straddled the tattoo table with her fat-filled thighs as the artist continued with the tramp stamp, and she rubbed her titillating spheres through her tiny leopard-print top, feeling how firm and erect her nipples were. The slutty piece of attire did little to hide the size or width of her nipples, with parts of her areolas showing. Another adorned her belly button and another her clit, with a few more already planned for later this week. Jenni smiled, dragging her manicured fingers across her tanned curves and making a mental note about getting another spray tan tomorrow. She flipped a bleached lock over her shoulder, feeling her hair falling in gentle waves over her face and body. Jenni twirled a lock of it around her finger, idly wondering if she should get some red highlights the next time she went to the salon. Jenni rubbed her legs together, feeling the fishnet stockings rubbing against her skin. She dangled one of her stripper heels from her toes, anxiously waiting for the man to finish her tattoo so he could start on the other one planned above her crotch. Right now, Jenni mostly wanted to get out of here so she could deal with the itch in her pussy and asshole.
"Hurry up~," she groaned and wiggled her hips, almost causing him to screw up the already trashy tattoo.
"Almost finished," he said, annoyed and shaking his head. "Just a few more minutes..."
Jenni pouted, her hand involuntarily wandering up to her breasts as she felt her libido slowly rising. She curled her toes as she imagined what kind of stud she'd bring to her hotel room today. It was her last day there, with her credit card now maxed out and the clinic no longer paying, so she wanted to make it memorable before she checked out and switched to a cheap motel instead. Maybe Jenni could convince Anthony to drop by? He always loved ramming her ass. Or Joe? He and his brother always loved sharing her holes. Gawd, just thinking about it was making her horny. The vibrating butt plug in her ass did little to satiate her sexual hunger. No toy could now. Jenni licked her lips as she thought of cock, something she did more often than not, and continued playing with her breasts as the tattoo artist finished her tramp stamp.
'Hmm, ain't fuckin' cheap bein' all hawt an' stuff,' Jenni thought, admiring her tattoo and trying to convince the tattoo artist to do another quick one for a blow job or five. 'Maybe I should think of a way to earn some extra cash? I bet I can find some stupid schmuck who's willin' to pay to get a piece of this sexy mama. I mean, who wouldn't~?'
***
'Gawd, finally a fuckin' break...'
Crystal strolled through the strip club on her stripper heels, leaving a trail of glitter behind her. Every step sent her back-breaking bosom into a gentle bounce, feeling relieved to finally be back to work and get the tits she deserved. The owner certainly enjoyed it with the number of thirsty losers she left drooling and throwing cash at her whenever she got on stage. It felt like Crystal was the only one that did, with the younger girls lacking the courage to do what they needed on stage. A soft sigh left her lips as she slipped a cigarette between them, soon feeling the cool night air caressing her tanned skin as she exited the club into the back alley. Crystal sucked in the smoke, feeling the warm, soothing nicotine filling her lungs as she tapped her heel against the ground.
'Mickey gotsta find another goil for the stage,' Crystal thought, letting the smoke slip from her fat, red lips before sucking on the cigarette again. 'I ain't carryin' this shithole on my back alone no more.'
Thankfully, Crystal wasn't going to leave it to chance. She pulled out her cheap phone and checked the time, a soft smile spread across her inflated lips.
"She should be here soon," Crystal said, her sultry gaze wandering over the sleazy men walking down the street searching for a good time at the strip club, to get a drink, or to pick up one of the many streetwalkers roaming the area.
It didn't take long before a familiar sight came strolling down the street in a pair of worn heels, with a cheap fur coat wrapped around her body and with eyes burning with need. It was like looking into a skankier mirror. Crystal smiled as she watched the previously thin girl from the clinic a few months ago stand on the corner near the club, one hand gently rubbing her crotch and the other playing with her breasts. It wasn't the first time Crystal had seen her here, whoring herself out, and it'd probably not be the last. She saw Jenni pull a cigarette of her own, sucking on it just like she did, and it was uncanny how similar they looked. It's not surprising, considering what the implants did to her.
A part of her enjoyed watching the woman during her breaks, to see the karmic justice playing out for the girl for being such a bitch to her back at the clinic. At this rate, she'd end up getting busted in no time if she continued to harass people and beg to suck their cocks. The bitch deserves nothing else, Crystal thought. However, as she heard Mickey calling her back on stage, she had another idea. A smile spread across Crystal's lips as she watched Jenni trying to convince some tourists that she was the best girl in town, with none of the young men wanting the aged meat she was selling.
"Hey! Yeah, yous there!" Crystal shouted, causing Jenni to glance over with her lust-addled gaze. "Yous interested in a job?"
Crystal saw the recognition in Jenni's eyes and watched as the slut strolled over to her, wide hips swaying wildly with every step. She didn't deserve it, but Crystal needed a break. Besides, getting to know the girl better and maybe having fun with her might be interesting. After all, they were almost the same at this point. Less than an hour later, The Rack had another girl shaking her hips and spinning around the pole on stage, with Crystal watching her 'sister' enjoy every moment of the act. Jenni, now Candi, moaned as she crawled across the stage, covered in glitter and sweat, as people cheered her name. It might not be as much fun as whoring herself out, but Candi enjoyed the attention, especially as some fat slob stuffed a twenty in her thong while she shook her back-breaking bosom for him.
'I could get used to this~!' Candi thought, spinning around the pole as she drank in each yearning and alcohol-fueled stare. 'All these gross assholes lusting over my supah sexy body!' The trashy beat of the club music pulsed through her, the vibrations sending her well-worn pussy into overdrive and leaking onto the reflective floor.
'I wonder what rules they have on fuckin' people in the private rooms?'
The End
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