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Mallory went to the doctor's office for her breast implant surgery. She was so excited about the procedure that she purchased all new tops ad dresses to fit over her expanded new chest. Mallory was a college student looking to give her appearance a boost with some new assets. She had a nice face and nice, slim body, but always had flat chest. She decided she wanted implants to give her an edge over others women in the job market.
Mallory explained to the doctor that she wanted implants that would give her a C or D cup chest. She didn't want anything huge or freakish. For once, Mallory felt she would be perfect from head to toe.
Mallory's doctor was Dr. Ben Feldstein. He was extremely popular and also very busy providing all kinds of plastic surgery procedures. His clients ranged from business proefessionals, TV weather girls, lawyers, actresses, porn stars, and strippers.
On the day Mallory was scheduled to have her procedure, two other clients had arranged to get procedures done as well. One was a porn star named Nikki Volcanoes. She already had huge boobs at 42 EE. But she wanted to be huge and arranged for string implants to grow her tits to a size beyond the normal size of tits.
The other client was Tanisha. She was an stripper and aspiring model. She wanted to be featured in rap videos and magazines. She was cute, but had a small butt. That was going to end this day. She planned on getting butt implants to give her the curves she had been lacking.
All three women came into the office at the same time. Each has appointments scheduled for 11:45am. Thanks to Dr. Feldstein's secretary, all the women were booked at the same time. Realizing the scheduling problem, Dr Feldstein decided to take on all three women.
He sent Mallory to room one, Tanisha to room two, and Nikki to room three.
The Doctor asked his secretary to put each woman's charts on the door so he would know who needed what. The secretary picked up the forms, but dropped them on the ground.
The paper work was shuffled. In the mix, Mallory's forms was mixed in with both Tanisha's and Nikki's. The nurse gathered the forms and placed the papers on each door.
Dr. Feldstein went to work on each woman and when he was done, sent each woman home sore and bandaged up.
Nikki noticed that her chest was not bigger, instead her butt was. Tanisha noticed her boobs were bigger, and Mallory also noticed her butt was bigger. The doctor got calls from each woman complaining. Confused, the doctor read the charts he had on each woman back to them over the phone. He told Nikki, "My charts show you wanted new silicone butt impants." He told Tanisha," My charts show you wanted breast implants that would give you a C to D cup." And he told Mallory, " My charts show you wanted butt implants with this new string implant that can be placed in the breast or buttocks."
Each woman was alarmed and demanded the procedure be changed back. For Nikki and Tanisha, that was easy, the doctor just removed the implants. But Mallory was different. Her implant was a string implant which irritates the skin creating fluid to build up which is absorbed into the implant. Since the implant was placed in her ass cheeks, instead of fluid, fat was being creating from the irritated butt muscles and being absorbed into her implants.
Mallory was horrified at this news and demanded the implants be taken out. Dr. Feldstein complied, but before he could take them out, he realized had grown adding 10 pounds of fluid. Removing the implant could cause complications where the implant could rupture and the fat could get in the blood stream causing blood clots. It also would her butt looking deformed.
In just a week since the surgery when Mallory realized she was the victim of a botched surgery, her butt grew from a flat 29" to 35". The growth was fast and she could even hear the sloshing of fat moving in her ass. Mallory was quickly becoming a figure out of those rap videos or black porn movies with porn stars with huge asses.
Each day her butt grew larger, fat moving uncontrolled in her cheek anytime she walked. In addition to weight was intense.
Not wanting to be more deformed than she already was, she agreed to have a procedure that would drain her cheeks of fat.
When the doctor tried to remove the fat this way, it was too thick for the syringe. He told Mallory to go home for a few days while he tried to find a solution.
In the meantime, Mallory's butt grew unchecked looking like two basketballs filled with jello. The huge round globes of butt cheek grew into large volleyballs by the next week.
Mallory's ass was getting so big, she no longer could wear any of her pants.
In addition to the growing ass, the fat build up also meant more weight making it hard to move.
Mallory was reduced to being bedridden was she waited for a solution from Dr. Feldstein. Her ass continued to grow. Slowly spreading away from her. The weight from her butt cheeks which looked like two bean bags actually broke the bed springs, because they were that heavy.
Mallory's butt was going to keep growing unless something was done. Realizing her fate, she tried to get up to get on the phone to urge the doctor to find a solution. The only problem was she couldn't get up. Mallory was now a prisoner to her growing ass which each day gained more and more fat expanding in her room unchecked. Mallory's butt looked like two sofa's attached to her ass. Oddly enough, the skin stretched with the expanding ass cheeks.
Mallory's butt now was filling up the room by the end of the month. She could the floor creak under the weight of her massive butt which seemed to take on a life of its own. It seemed no matter was tried to reduce the ass cheeks, her butt just got bigger and wouldn't stop growing.
By the half way mark of the next month, Mallory crashed throught the floor where she stayed into her living room downstairs.
The loud crash should have allerted someone, but since it was daytime, no one was around to hear it because they were working.
Mallory grew constantly now expanding throughout the first floor of her home. Her ass jiggled and plumped up each hour and day with more and more fat being stored in her booty.
The growth was so much, Mallory could the slosh of fat if she tried to jiggle her cheeks.
Mallory trapped by the growing booty, wondered if the doctor had forgotten about her situation.
She couldn't reach the phone to call him, or fo help. All she could go was feel her body respond to the string implants demanding that more fat be absorbed by them and grow out her booty even more. With this reality, Mallory just sobbed as her butt started pressing against the walls of her house.
Mallory explained to the doctor that she wanted implants that would give her a C or D cup chest. She didn't want anything huge or freakish. For once, Mallory felt she would be perfect from head to toe.
Mallory's doctor was Dr. Ben Feldstein. He was extremely popular and also very busy providing all kinds of plastic surgery procedures. His clients ranged from business proefessionals, TV weather girls, lawyers, actresses, porn stars, and strippers.
On the day Mallory was scheduled to have her procedure, two other clients had arranged to get procedures done as well. One was a porn star named Nikki Volcanoes. She already had huge boobs at 42 EE. But she wanted to be huge and arranged for string implants to grow her tits to a size beyond the normal size of tits.
The other client was Tanisha. She was an stripper and aspiring model. She wanted to be featured in rap videos and magazines. She was cute, but had a small butt. That was going to end this day. She planned on getting butt implants to give her the curves she had been lacking.
All three women came into the office at the same time. Each has appointments scheduled for 11:45am. Thanks to Dr. Feldstein's secretary, all the women were booked at the same time. Realizing the scheduling problem, Dr Feldstein decided to take on all three women.
He sent Mallory to room one, Tanisha to room two, and Nikki to room three.
The Doctor asked his secretary to put each woman's charts on the door so he would know who needed what. The secretary picked up the forms, but dropped them on the ground.
The paper work was shuffled. In the mix, Mallory's forms was mixed in with both Tanisha's and Nikki's. The nurse gathered the forms and placed the papers on each door.
Dr. Feldstein went to work on each woman and when he was done, sent each woman home sore and bandaged up.
Nikki noticed that her chest was not bigger, instead her butt was. Tanisha noticed her boobs were bigger, and Mallory also noticed her butt was bigger. The doctor got calls from each woman complaining. Confused, the doctor read the charts he had on each woman back to them over the phone. He told Nikki, "My charts show you wanted new silicone butt impants." He told Tanisha," My charts show you wanted breast implants that would give you a C to D cup." And he told Mallory, " My charts show you wanted butt implants with this new string implant that can be placed in the breast or buttocks."
Each woman was alarmed and demanded the procedure be changed back. For Nikki and Tanisha, that was easy, the doctor just removed the implants. But Mallory was different. Her implant was a string implant which irritates the skin creating fluid to build up which is absorbed into the implant. Since the implant was placed in her ass cheeks, instead of fluid, fat was being creating from the irritated butt muscles and being absorbed into her implants.
Mallory was horrified at this news and demanded the implants be taken out. Dr. Feldstein complied, but before he could take them out, he realized had grown adding 10 pounds of fluid. Removing the implant could cause complications where the implant could rupture and the fat could get in the blood stream causing blood clots. It also would her butt looking deformed.
In just a week since the surgery when Mallory realized she was the victim of a botched surgery, her butt grew from a flat 29" to 35". The growth was fast and she could even hear the sloshing of fat moving in her ass. Mallory was quickly becoming a figure out of those rap videos or black porn movies with porn stars with huge asses.
Each day her butt grew larger, fat moving uncontrolled in her cheek anytime she walked. In addition to weight was intense.
Not wanting to be more deformed than she already was, she agreed to have a procedure that would drain her cheeks of fat.
When the doctor tried to remove the fat this way, it was too thick for the syringe. He told Mallory to go home for a few days while he tried to find a solution.
In the meantime, Mallory's butt grew unchecked looking like two basketballs filled with jello. The huge round globes of butt cheek grew into large volleyballs by the next week.
Mallory's ass was getting so big, she no longer could wear any of her pants.
In addition to the growing ass, the fat build up also meant more weight making it hard to move.
Mallory was reduced to being bedridden was she waited for a solution from Dr. Feldstein. Her ass continued to grow. Slowly spreading away from her. The weight from her butt cheeks which looked like two bean bags actually broke the bed springs, because they were that heavy.
Mallory's butt was going to keep growing unless something was done. Realizing her fate, she tried to get up to get on the phone to urge the doctor to find a solution. The only problem was she couldn't get up. Mallory was now a prisoner to her growing ass which each day gained more and more fat expanding in her room unchecked. Mallory's butt looked like two sofa's attached to her ass. Oddly enough, the skin stretched with the expanding ass cheeks.
Mallory's butt now was filling up the room by the end of the month. She could the floor creak under the weight of her massive butt which seemed to take on a life of its own. It seemed no matter was tried to reduce the ass cheeks, her butt just got bigger and wouldn't stop growing.
By the half way mark of the next month, Mallory crashed throught the floor where she stayed into her living room downstairs.
The loud crash should have allerted someone, but since it was daytime, no one was around to hear it because they were working.
Mallory grew constantly now expanding throughout the first floor of her home. Her ass jiggled and plumped up each hour and day with more and more fat being stored in her booty.
The growth was so much, Mallory could the slosh of fat if she tried to jiggle her cheeks.
Mallory trapped by the growing booty, wondered if the doctor had forgotten about her situation.
She couldn't reach the phone to call him, or fo help. All she could go was feel her body respond to the string implants demanding that more fat be absorbed by them and grow out her booty even more. With this reality, Mallory just sobbed as her butt started pressing against the walls of her house.
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