"Your mother's room is just down the hall here, c'mon." Said Cuzamano as we left the room, and she lead me forward. The hallway itself was a little... disquieting. Not really all that different from what you'd expect, the same linoleum, plaster, and fake wooden doors you'd see in a doctor's office, but magnified times a million. Just rows and rows of unmarked doors, going on as far as you could see. But still, we'd only gone past 3 or 4 doors when Cuzamano stopped in front of one.
"Well, here we are," she said, "And fair warning, you might wanna brace yourself."
"Please," I snorted, "Your plastic surgeons here, they're good, but mom's already had every surgery in the book. How different could she be?"
With that, Cuzamano rolled her eyes and opened the door. I walked in, and as I processed what I was seeing, I nearly shit myself.
There she was, that was my mother alright, sitting up in bed, smiling at the orderlies tending to the machines plugged into her. I didn't have any machines plugged into me, but it was clear mom's transformation was even more drastic than mine was.
Her face, well, it was her face, it was recognizably mom, but you could tell, all the botox and lip fillers and shit, that was all gone. Her facial features, they were actually moving for once, her lips could purse and shimmy like real lips are supposed to, she had a human face again. And yet at the same time, it looked like she'd had more work done than ever. There wasn't a wrinkle, not even a single crow's foot, anywhere on her face; she looked like she was 20 years old, except her nose looked better than it ever had back then. And her lips, they had this big, sexy bee-stung look exactly what she'd been going for with the injections, except they looked like, y'know, lips, not hot dogs, but that wasn't all.
My mother had been dying her hair blonde for years, ever since it started to really go grey, but now she had her old, natural, fiery red color back, and it was all the way down to her waist, not up in her usual "can I speak to the manager" cut. Her gown, it was... form fitting, I don't even know how that works, but it let me see just how different her figure was. Her old chicken legs were gone, now she had thick thighs leading up to big, flaring hips she never had before, and yet she looked like she probably still weighed less than she did before, with how tight her waist was, and how flat her stomach looked.
Still though, even all of that wasn't the most surprising part. That, she had to show me herself.
"Oh! Stevie! There's my little boy!" She said, and shot up in her chair to face me. That's when I saw it.
The bounce.
Now, I've been staring at my Mom's rack since I grew my first pube, and let me tell you, those bolt-ons were SOLID. I don't know if the surgeon fucked up or what, but she could be in the middle of an earthquake and her tits would be the only things not moving. But that bounce when she sat up, that looked almost... natural. She'd also gone up a cup size or two, definitely a G, at least, maybe an H, but that I could explain. That... bounce, that physics-defying bounce, that got me wondering.
At that point I also realized, holy shit, I've just been ogling my mother and saying nothing, for at least the better part of a minute. Usually my mother would already be slapping me by this point, but no, she just kept on sitting there, smiling back at me.
"Oh, uh, hi mom," I sputtered out, "Looking good, are you feeling alright?"
"Aw, that is so sweet of you to ask!" She cooed back to me, "I'm feeling great honey, all these people have been so helpful!"
"She's right," said Cuzamano, "Your mother is healthy and ready to go, she just needs our aides here to get her off the machines and into the observation room."
"Observation room?" I asked "But- who's gonna be observing her."
"That'll all make sense soon, now c'mon," said Cuzamano, hurrying me out the door, "We've still got a lot of ground to cover."
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