A month after the initial credit card bills arrived Kyle returns

A month had passed since the first wave of bills started to come in. A couple more cards had been added to the rest, and her debts were now over a hundred grand by her calculations. Her job prospects hadn't improved and her clothing was still a few revealing bits that were looking more like rags as she was washing them by hand.

Adding to her stress was the fact that she was a month overdue on her rent and rent-day was at hand again. With no money for food, let alone rent, she didn't know what to do anymore.

Then, with her fears of homelessness at their peak, she heard a rattling sound at the door. Was it her landlord coming to evict her? A repo-man or a burglar? She almost laughed at the thought. Either of those would be sorely disappointed. The only things in her apartment now were her tiny clothing collection and a few utensils.

"Honey, I'm home..." a voice called out, and the worry became terror.

"Kyle!" she found herself exclaiming, and could have smacked herself. She had the **** idea that she might have been able to hide from him if she hadn't announced her presence, or dashed past him to escape. Maybe clambered down the balconies to the street.

"Jill come kiss me hello," he said with a smile, like he was pleased to see her.

"Like hell I... mmph," Jill's eyes widened as her collagen-enhanced lips sealed themselves to his mouth. Her tongue darted out like it had been starved for anything as tasty as his own.

Kyle had to actually push her away to make Jill stop, and laughed. "Don't say a word and behave. I want to look you over so strip and then don't move."

Jill glared with hatred, but in a matter of seconds was naked and still while Kyle circled her. His eyes lingered first on her face; it's cheeks were more pronounced than they had been last month, due both to her lack of food and the plastic surgery. Her chin was smaller, as was her nose, which was more curved and pert than it had been. Her lips were certainly plumper, giving her that bee-stung look otherwise known as cock-sucker lips.

His eyes dropped to her torso, where they were immediately drawn to the most obvious difference. Jill's breasts, once a proud C, were now heavy but firm and somewhere in the neighborhood of Ds or double-D's. He ducked his head, smiling at the noticible, but not unsightly scars that adorned their undersides. Considering the source it was a decent job. At least she hadn't become infected, which was always a worry when visiting a back-street surgeon.

Below her breasts he inspected her abdomen and ass. Where she'd been fairly slender before she was now slimmer, courtesy of liposuction, with all traces of cellulite removed. Her enforced diet of the last month had seen to it that the excess fat she once had was long gone, leaving her lean and nearly too skinny.

"Well Jill, you've healed nicely. Now that we're past the healing period we have a bit more work to do."