At the Clinic

Mia walked into the Female Re-sculpting Clinic and joined the queue at the reception desk, trying to look calm while her heart raced with anticipation and lingering shame from the bus ride.

The line gave her plenty of time to listen.

In front of her, a young man barely older than twenty held a leash attached to a plain-looking woman in her late forties. “My mom finally crossed the line yesterday,” he told the receptionist cheerfully. “I was spit-roasting our cousin on the coffee table and Mom started whining because the girl was squirting all over her favorite tablecloth. So I’ve decided it’s time to get her fully bimbofied. Big tits, huge lips, the works. Next time instead of complaining, she can just join in and help drain me and my friends.”

The mother flushed but stayed quiet, only murmuring, “Yes, honey… whatever you think is best.”

Right behind them, an older gentleman in his early forties was explaining his own visit. “I want to drop my refractory time way down, and I’ve finally decided to add a couple more inches. Turn my ten-incher into a twelve-inch monster. My two college-aged cousins just started university and they’re getting railed hard by all those young guys. I’m tired of being called ‘vanilla’ when I try to impress them with my ass-fucking skills.”

The receptionist nodded politely at both customers, clearly used to such requests.

Mia’s thighs pressed together as she listened. These were exactly the kinds of casual, filthy family stories she had read hundreds — maybe thousands — of times before turning 18. Hearing them spoken out loud in real life made her pussy throb with fresh arousal. She could already imagine herself as the newly bimbofied mother eagerly joining in, or as one of the college cousins getting destroyed by an upgraded cock. Her excitement only grew.

When it was finally her turn, Mia stepped up to the counter. The receptionist was stunning — an obviously surgically enhanced beauty with massive, perfectly round breasts straining against her tight uniform, plump cock-sucking lips, and an hourglass figure that screamed constant modifications. She looked Mia up and down with clear disdain.

“Ugh… you sure need the help, honey,” the receptionist said in a bitchy, condescending tone, not even waiting for Mia to speak. “That frumpy sweater and those sad little tits? Yeah, the full makeover consultation is in Room 319. That’s exactly where you need to go, right? Trust me, you’ll thank us later.”

The words hit Mia like a slap. Shame burned across her face and chest. She felt even smaller and more invisible than she had on the bus. For a moment her eyes stung with humiliated tears.

But beneath the embarrassment, a spark of fierce motivation flared. Soon, she reminded herself. Soon this plain, bottom-20% body will be gone. Soon I’ll be the one getting used non-stop instead of ignored.

Mia swallowed hard, **** a small nod, and whispered, “Thank you… Room 319.”

The receptionist rolled her eyes and waved her off. “Go on then. Don’t keep the doctor waiting.”

Mia turned and walked down the brightly lit hallway toward Room 319, her slightly pudgy body hidden under baggy clothes, heart pounding with a mix of crushing shame and burning hope.

This was it. The moment she had been waiting for her entire teenage life.