Cosmetic surgery for Mom

After your fateful trip to the local glory holes, things change pretty quickly. While Mom takes her second shower of the day, you and Cassidy have a little meeting to figure out what you want from Dad. You soon get stuck, however: after all, what more can he give you when his wife is already your sex ****? It's Cassidy who comes up with the answer:

"She could always be a better sex ****, right? She's got a nice butt and tits, but I sorta want 'em even bigger. Lips too, maybe, and some liposuction or whatever--"

"Wow, yeah," you reply, already typing up another message to Dad. "Cassidy, you're a genius."

Your father takes the news surprisingly well, all things considered. Judging by the typos he keeps making, he must be balls-deep in some poor intern while reading your texts. His face is still a little grim when he breaks the news to Mom over dinner, but he does a decent job of convincing her that it's a necessary change to encourage more donations. Still, she has a few concerns:

"B-but I thought Marcus and Cassidy were taking good care of me? Like, they helped me get a whole bunch of medicine today," she complains. "Why do I need to be a... What did you call it?"

"A bimbo," Cassidy says, moving a hand under the table and stroking himself casually. He's definitely getting off on this whole situation... Not that you can blame him.

"Right, that... Thanks, Sweetie." She clears her throat. "I shouldn't need big, um, breasts, and--"

"But you do," Dad says, gritting his teeth as he gives the explanation you wrote for him earlier. "Marcus and Cassidy have been working very hard to keep you smart, but you need to keep them excited if they're going to keep giving you lots of medicine. You just have to spice up your look a bit, okay?"

"A bit? You said breast implants, and b-butt implants, and--"

"Not all at once," you reassure her. "One thing at a time, over the span of a few years so you can get used to it... And, y'know, keep us hard."

"And then it'll be done?"

"Nope," Cassidy says, grinning.

"Not quite," you say, shooting him a glare. "Once we're done adding stuff, we can always increase the size of your implants. Then you'll need little updates, things to help with aging..."

"Oh my God... George, is this really happening?" She looks at Dad, confused. "Are you sure?"

Damn, she's not accepting it as quickly as I hoped, you think. Should've starved her out for a few more days.

"It's what we have to do, Honey," Dad sighs. "Look... Maybe we won't go through with all of it after all. Maybe just a boob job and some lip injections will be enough to get the boys excited, get your IQ back on the rise. We'll see, okay?"

"Mm... Okay," she nods. "I guess we'll see how it goes... But it stops as soon as I say."

"Sure thing," you lie, patting your mother on the shoulder. As you do, Dad shoots you the darkest look he's given since you took his place in the master bedroom. "You're in control, Mom."