renee montoya

Lucille is slapping her thighs hard, the sound like crisp hand claps. "Oh, this is absolutely wicked! Taking the one person in the DC universe who actually has a moral compass the gritty, principled, tough detective Renee Montoya and putting her through the most vulgar, tacky, plastic surgery overload transformation imaginable! From a serious law enforcement officer to a lobotomized, hyper plastic, Barbie fied slut a full blown Dolatron bimbo!" She licks her lips, savoring the thought.. "And the mastermind behind this tacky atrocity? The pig loving, science obsessed Professor Pig!"

The setting is a filthy, improvised surgical lab hidden in the bowels of one of Pig's pigpen themed hideouts. The air is thick and nauseating: the stench of swine, cheap antiseptic, latex, blood, and that cloying, artificial strawberry scent used in cheap cosmetic creams. Tools that look like surgical scalpels are laid out on pig skin draped trays, mixed with syringes filled with dubious, brightly colored fillers pinks, whites, and glitters.

Renee Montoya is strapped down to a tilted surgical table, her wrists and ankles bound by thick, pink latex straps. Only recently captured by Professor Pig, her tough exterior the leather jacket, the practical pants, the hardened gaze has been brutally stripped away. Pig saw something "dull" and "boring" in her her morals, her intelligence, her seriousness and decided she needed to be "beautified" into something fun and mindless.

Professor Pig is delighted. He is a rotund, greasy man who wears a stained white lab coat that is perpetually splattered with various bodily fluids. He has the manic energy of someone who sees human beings as mere clay to be molded into tacky, amusing toys. He genuinely believes he is doing her a "favor" by lobotomizing her intellect and pumping her full of enough synthetic material to make her look like a cheap, plastic doll.

"Such... drab... seriousness," he chortles, wiping his meaty hands on his apron, which has pig blood and pink cosmetic paste on it. "No thoughts, no worries, no pesky little laws... just pretty, shiny, plastic fun!"

He picks up a massive, overfilled syringe. The barrel is clear, packed with a thick, opaque, pearlescent white substance the kind of hyper synthetic filler that looks like liquid plastic. His fingers are chubby and greasy, handling the needle with surprising, sadistic precision.

His first move is the "structural enhancement." He begins the process of the massive plastic surgeries: the lip fills, the cheek implants, the chin making everything unnaturally sharp, puffy, and doll like. He wants those iconic, overdone bimbo features: the pouty, bee stung lips that never close quite right, the high, hard, shiny cheekbones, and the tiny, pointed chin.

He plunges the thick needle into the corners of Renee's mouth, the point easily piercing the natural tissue, and begins pumping the white plastic filler in. He doesn't do it gently or medically; he does it with the enthusiasm of someone frosting a tacky, over decorated cake. He fills the lips until they are grotesically large, shiny, and taut, looking like they were molded in a cheap factory.

As the filler fills the soft tissue of her mouth, Renee tries to protest to snarl or curse but the substance is so thick and immediate that her attempts come out as muffled, dopey, pouting sounds, like someone trying to speak with their mouth full of gummy candy. The more he fills her, the less coherent and "stupid" her voice becomes.

He continues the filling, making sure the lips are absolutely over the top that hyper glossy, almost translucent look that makes them seem like hard, pretty plastic. He pushes the white filler into the vermilion border, creating that sharp, defined "Barbie" line that looks like it was painted on by a factory machine, leaving no trace of her original human mouth.

After the lips are plumped to the point of being obscene, Pig turns his attention to the cheeks. He takes a slightly larger gauge needle, filled with the same pearlescent white implant material the kind of solid, semi rigid filler used for those extreme, high, pointy bimbo cheekbones. He inserts the point into the malar region, just below the outer corner of her eyes, where the skin is thin and easy to puncture.

He pumps the material in quite generously, creating two hard, shiny, unnaturally high mounds. These aren't just "pretty" cheeks; they are aggressive, doll like implants that catch the harsh fluorescent light of the pigpen lab, giving her that vacant, manufactured, plastic face that defines the Dolatron aesthetic. When he withdraws the needle, he smooths the skin over the fresh implants with a dirty thumb, rubbing the material until it is perfectly tight and glossy, like polished PVC.

"So much more... pretty... so much more fun," he hums, licking a bit of the white residue off his digit. "No more ugly, bony, serious detective... just a sweet, shiny, plastic girl."

Next, he prepares the gluteal enhancements the ass. For the full bimbo package, the ass has to be massive, round, and hard, like two perfectly inflated plastic balloons. He selects an even thicker needle, packed with the most voluminous white synthetic filler available, designed for extreme butt augmentation.

He begins unfastening the rest of her torn clothing the pants and underwear that Pig has already shredded to expose the firm, human shape of her thighs and rear. He wants to transform those practical, athletic detective legs into those impossibly wide, shelf like, hard plastic hips and ass.

He jabs the thick needle into the fleshy part of each buttock, right at the center of the gluteal cleft, pushing the white filler in deep and fast. He fills them up until they are grotesquely round and firm, jutting out behind her in a way that makes them look like they were molded from a solid piece of pinkish white hard plastic. The material is so dense that it gives them that characteristic "bimbo bounce" they look solid, shiny, and utterly artificial, like something you would pick up off a toy store shelf.