A new surgery in town

The email was from her dealer.

"Hey Lara, I know work has been hard to come by, so I thought I'd run this by you. A friend of mine has just set up a new plastic surgery clinic in town and is looking to get a few clients under his belt to get things started. As you might have guessed, he isn't working above board, which means he can do the best procedures you can't access legally. Anyway he has said that he is willing to pay his first few clients provided he can take a few promotional photos. I've attached his number in case you think it is for you."

"PS: you still owe me for the last few fixes I hooked you up with. Get something sorted I wouldn't want us to fall out".

Lara sat back and pondered the offer. Right now she had nothing going on, and the money would tide her over for a couple of weeks. She looked down at her already proposterous rack. Maybe if they were a bit bigger I could get a few more rounds of work, she thought, or even get paid to reveal them in a magazine shoot.

Lara looked up from the surgeons chair. She was hesitant to go along with everything at first but everything about the operation seemed professional.

The surgeon, a former doctor in his early thirties, leaned over her, holding the anaesthetic mask. "Now just to confirm Lara, a quick breast and ass size jump, and a simple facelift, all OK?" He asked.

Lara nodded in reply, and the mask was placed over her face....

Lara slowly started to come around, everything was still very hazy. The surgeon leaned over her.

"Good afternoon Lara, I am pleased to say that the procedures were a success. We even managed to get our promotional shots when you were asleep, so you are free to go".

Only at this point did things seem different from her previous operations.

"Don't you need to keep me in for observation?", she asked.

"Lara I just told you that the procedures were a success, and we are very busy today." The surgeon replied. "This theatre is being used again soon so it is time for you to leave. A driver is waiting for you, and the money will land in your bank account later today " She was quickly moved into a wheelchair waiting for her, and one of the assistants began to wheel her out of the door and towards the car. She could put up little resistance, and ended up falling back into a deep sleep while being moved.

She finally woke the next day in her bed. She must have been carried inside by the driver. Her face felt quite tight, it must have been quite the facelift. She looked down and couldn't believe what she saw. Her already big implants must have doubled in size, although one seemed bigger than the other. Her tits looked ridiculous. The nipples were facing completely different directions, and far from the discrete entry of her last operations, she had haphazard stitching all the way up each tit and around her nipples.

She quickly raced out of bed to look in the mirror. The story of her ass was largely the same as her tits, but her face was even worse. She looked like she had been stung by a hive of bees. Her face was completely rigid and frozen in place, her lips protruding from her face full of whatever they had injected into them. She hoped that it was all just inflammation, because she looked like a freak.

She sat down at her laptop, she had an email from the surgeon. It had a link to dark web promotional shots of her.

"Has your wife betrayed you?" It read. "Get the perfect **** by ruining her life with this irreversible cosmetic surgery. Noone else will want to fuck her after we have finished with her. Check out how much we fucked up the once beautiful Lara Croft this morning, she looks like a monster." Followed by photos of Lara's current appearance.

She was totally crushed. She looked like Frankenstein and she didn't have the money to pay someone to try to fix it. She had ruined herself for two weeks worth of money. Noone would ever pay to fuck her again, and she was still a month away from being completely bankrupt.