After a long day, Maria was happy to discard her clothes and slip into a soft, oversized t-shirt. She stepped over the mess of unpacked boxes that cluttered the floor, and sat before her vanity mirror. The moody light of her bedside lamp highlighted her features in strokes of light and shadow, and there was no denying the evidence in front of her eyes.
Her lips were enhanced, big and puffy in a way that stood out dramatically upon the canvas of her ordinary round face. She barely owned any makeup, preferring the confidence of her natural features. Her beauty supplies consisted of a reliable comb, some chapstick and a generic moisturizer. Along with a little bit of blush and mascara for date nights.
So when, where, why and how, did she ever get lip fillers?
Not that it looked bad… she reluctantly concluded, puffing her new lips out and swirling her head in little circles, to contemplate her improvements from every angle. But the beestung look just wasn’t her…
She reached her slender fingers across the grainy wooden desk and retrieved her comb. It was time to sort herself out and get some rest, before anything else strange could occur.
Her mind raced with the thoughts of the day as she stroked her long dark hair. Besides school work piling up on her in two separate languages, she was also distinctly horny as of late. Slowly, the image of Andrew’s handsome face pushed aside everything else. And she stared into the mirror with a far off look in her glassy eyes.
With each long, hypnotic stroke, the world seemed to shimmer away around her…
…”98, 99, 100. Done!”
With a swift, sharp gasp, Maria snapped back to reality. Brilliant little stabs of multicoloured lights shimmered and danced on the edges of her vision, before slowly dissipating. She placed her pink, rhinestone encrusted brush back on the sleek white vanity table. Stopping to admire her looks before jumping into bed.
Her ass-length strands of straight, platinum blonde hair glowed in the flattering vanity light. Batting her bright, expressionless eyes with the oversized eyelash extensions, she stared down at the sea of little glass goop containers that she smeared over her surgically contoured face every night.
“Gosh!” Maria giggled to herself. “It’s tho expensive, to look this fake!”
She tapped a pink clawed nail against the impossibly pointed tip of her tiny nose. Cooing with delight at the way her massively overstuffed lips dominated the bottom half of her face, stuck with a permanent gap in the middle. The only thing about the silicone doll in the mirror that resembled her former self was her dark skin tone, and even that was buried under tons of beautifying creams and stuff at the moment.
Sometimes, it was hard to believe that this was really her life. She gazed around her ultra modern apartment, the floor to ceiling windows revealing the dazzling sea of city lights below. Not bad for a highschool dropout!
“Wait, no… I didn’t drop out, did I?”
Maria could feel the world around her begin to spin. She tottered dizzily in her slinky pink, gossamer thin nightie. Causing the immense tan silicone spheres bolted to her chest to heave and bounce like beach balls.
She reached out, trying to grab something to stabilize herself. But wound up clutching something that wasn't attached to anything solid, and only managed to drag the object down with her.
Luckily for her, she landed on her ass. She winced, expecting a hard landing, but was treated to the sudden realization that her rear was just as padded as the rest of her body. It was like landing on a cushiony cloud. Her bare legs stretched across the cold tile floor before her.
“Oh… I’m thuch a ditz…” She lisped.
By sheer instinct, she knew what the object in her hand was from feel alone. Her oversized glossy lips hung open as her clueless eyes trailed down. She was holding a giant golden cock, at least, it looked like gold. It was a trophy, an award of some kind. And the little plaque on the bottom suggested it belonged to “Hail Mary”, and that she had won it for ”Best slutty schoolgirl scene”.
The world shimmered around Maria once again. The mere suggestion that she, a virgin, would do anything of the sort was laughable. Absolutely ridiculous.
This must have been a dream.
But if this was a dream, then there wasn’t any harm in indulging herself.
Maria the hypersexual silicone starlet held the smooth metallic shaft tightly in her fist. She handled the tawdry trophy with practiced ease, it could certainly double as a substitute for the real thing…
…Maria the awkward, intelligent young woman gasped, as her eyes shot wide open. A deeply satisfied moan escaped her lips before she was fully conscious. It was now 7:am, and she was pretty sure she just came in her sleep.
“Was that… a dream…?” She whispered through ragged breaths. Already the details of her fantasy were beginning to stretch and fade from memory.
She sat up, hoping Anette hadn’t heard her squeal like that. There was only so much embarrassment she could suffer before noon. From the way she still held her comb in hand, she was forced to conclude that she dozed off during her nighttime routine.
These super sexual dreams were already becoming majorly disruptive, especially for a girl who had every intention of saving herself for marriage.
Maybe now was a good time to see a doctor…
She rose with a satisfying stretch, quickly shaking off the scintillation of her rude but pleasant awakening, as she discarded her comfy pajama top on the messy floor. The ribs hips and curves of her long, slender body were silhouetted by the soft morning light, filtering in through the blinds.
At least, everything was still as it should be. She told herself, as she ran her hands up and down her still familiar frame. No implants, injections of lifts to speak of.
“Just a dream… Good”
As she set about getting ready for her day, Maria had to wonder if her hair always had big blonde streaks running through it…
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“Right this way, the doctor Harwood will see you soon”
“Thank you…”
There was something oddly familiar about the waiting room that Maria found herself in. Like already half remembered the sights and sounds, and it wasn’t just having been in a doctor’s office before.
The nice nurse sat her down, and Maria found herself breathing a sigh of relief that there wasn’t anything unusual, or hypersexual about her.
She was feeling cute, if a bit nervous as she fidgeted on the spot. Anxiously noting the tick of the clock. Despite the minor mental health emergency weighing on her mind, she had decided to dress up just a bit.
She wore black (as per usual), a form fitting sleeveless turtleneck that flattered her tall torso. Her dark hair with blonde streaks was tied neatly in a long ponytail, and she even painted her nails bright red and went with a bit of blush today. Her lips, now a fetching centerpiece of her otherwise ordinary face, glistened with a wet pink coat of gloss.
She kicked her long legs back and forth while she waited, running her manicured nails up and down her tight white pants. All while wondering why she chose to go for an impractical pair of black opened toed sandals with a bit too much heel.
She just wasn’t used to them, her feet were killing her already.
“Miss Diaz?” The doctor barged in, looking unexpectedly handsome. Causing Maria’s nerves to increase in severity.
“Oh! Umm, just Mary… Err, Maria, is fine!”
“Nice to meet you Maria. I’m doctor Harwood. As you can see” He pointed to the name on the door, before closing it. “Now, how can I help?”
With a deep sigh, Maria found her voice. “Well, I’ve just… been having these weird dreams lately. And I’m spacing a lot of details. Like I dyed my hair and got lip fillers recently, and I don’t even remember doing any of those things!”
Maria emitted an unexpected giggle. Before bashfully placing her dainty fingertips over her pouty lips. Was this really a laughing matter?
“I see, and are these dreams disturbing to you?”
“Well, no… They’re mostly, umm. Like, really, really sexual. And super lucid”
“That uhh, does sound like a problem”
Once again, Maria couldn’t help but yammering out an amused giggle. The way relating her medical emergency made the very handsome Mr Harwood so clearly uncomfortable was a bit of a rush.
God, she was stupidly horny these days…
“Tell me” He cleared his throat conspicuously. “Do you have a history of memory issues in your family?”
“Maybe. Like, my sister is a total ditz. She… uhh… she…”
“She what?”
Maria felt herself growing hotter under the hood. Her mind searched for a true statement about her sister, Didi, as the edges of her vision were assaulted by shiny little streaks of light.
“Umm, I’ll tell you what doesn’t run in the family. Titties” She giggled unashamedly, arching her back to draw attention to exhibit A-cup. “My sister’s got like, huuuge cans. Ginormous. Luckily, I got all the brains!”
Even as she spoke, Maria felt a ripple running through her body. Her heels grew a few inches, and the cuffs of her tight white pants crawled up to her shapely calves. The sweater she wore shrank into a crop top, revealing her navel and slender brown torso. Where she now sported a navel piercing that she couldn’t quite recall ever getting.
“That’s why I had to spring for these” She said, pressing her hands against her chest as it swelled. “I couldn’t let Didi hog all the male attention, y’know?”
Maria laughed and pursed her lips as they puffed up. The blonde streaks in her hair bleached their way up to her scalp until only her dark roots still betrayed her natural colour. Suddenly, the ripple dissipated, and she wondered what she was being so anxious about.
“Wait, what were we talking about?” She queried, placing an inch long, bedazzled acrylic talon on her glossy pink lips.
“I… I don’t know” The doctor seemed almost as stunned as her.
There was a bit of awkward silence in the room, before the diploma hanging on the wall swung loose and fell to the floor.
“Hey!” Maria cocked an eyebrow. “Are you even a real doctor?”
“Paging doctor Hardwood”. A strangely sultry voice came over the speakers in the hall.
Suddenly, the nurse from before burst into the office. Except she was now smothered in makeup, and wearing a hot pink miniskirt and blazer, beneath which a valley of silicone was proudly and prominently displayed.
“Doctor Hardwood!” She husked with breathy urgency. “We’re out of coffee pods in the breakroom, it’s an emergency!”
The trio stared at each other in silence, clearly trying not to draw attention to the elephant in the room. The massive erection currently tenting the handsome doctor’s pants.
“I’ll get right on that then…” He shuffled awkwardly out of the room.
“What is going on here?”
Maria watched the doctor walk away. The situation was strange, but the wheels in her mind slowly turned, coming to the correct conclusion as she drank in the silicone curves and heavily augmented face of the… receptionist?
“Am I at a plastic surgeon’s office?”
“Duh!” The overstuffed assistant enthused. “Doctor Hardwood is a miracle worker! I love your look by the way!. Very… understated!”
“Understated…?”
Maria sat up and wobbled over to the full length mirror in the corner. She ran her hands up and down her chest with a soft gasp. Wondering if the girl she saw looking back could really be her.
“You’re like, so gorgeous. Are you planning on going bigger?”
“Bigger…”
Sparing only a momentary glance out into the hall, Maria decided it was safe to pull her sweater up and inspect her chest. Apparently, she hadn’t worn a bra, it just wasn’t necessary to hold her flawlessly round little implants up.
They weren’t huge, but they stood out dramatically against her rail thin torso. Her adorable, sexy little bolt-ons, that she didn’t even remember getting. Even as she suddenly couldn’t imagine herself without them.
“I… do look good. Really good…”
“Aww, girl! You sooo do! Like I said, Doctor Hardwood is an artist. You should totally think about getting more work done!”
A smug smile slowly infected Maria’s chronically worry creased face for the first time today. She swayed her hips, turning towards the door and sauntering with anxiety free poise towards the silicon receptionist.
“Can I touch?”
“Huh? Oh, sure!” She giggled.
Maria reached out, greedily grasping both of the receptionist’s oversized cans in her hands. Feeling the unnatural heft and firmness with a little squeeze, and a tiny tweak just for fun. She couldn’t help but notice how her new friend squinted and bit her lip in response to her exploration. Having this effect on people was getting downright intoxicating.
“Nice” She cooed, reluctantly pulling herself away from the wonderful round titties in her grasp.
“Y-yeah, nice!”
“Maybe I will think about it”
No longer feeling inhibited in her heels, Maria marched out with confidence. Expertly placing one toe in front of the other. Still smirking at the state she left the doctor in, and his sultry silicone assistant.
She walked past rows of patiently waiting patients by the front desk. Her mind instantly erasing the memories of anxious and possibly sick looking people, replaced by the reality before her. Which appeared to be a bunch of women who already sported expensive looking enhancements, waiting for another nip and tuck at doctor Harwood’s handsome hands.
Without hesitation, she ditched her little bottle of pills in the trash on her way out.
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