Trashy Desires - Part 34

Jewely’s body was still buzzing, and her mind was hazy when the doctor returned and prepared the procedure. She was barely aware of being handed the credit card reader and swiping away her entire life savings before being led into the operating room. The nurses looked at her disapprovingly, a feeling Jewely was already used to. But knowing that it would get so much more frequent once she had a permanent duck face made her get wet again.

Before she knew it, Jewely was lying on the operating table, her face covered and lips numb while the doctor worked on them. Meanwhile, Jewely’s thoughts wandered as she imagined how her life would change soon. Even if she decided to remove her lips again, gathering the necessary money would take years. Years, she was about to be stuck looking like a dumb bimbo.

It was her destiny to be a trashy bimbo, and all she felt was excitement.

Time flew by as Jewely reveled in her fantasies. She was surprised when the doctor pulled down the operating sheet and told her he was done. Without waiting for her response, he handed her a mirror, and Jewely took a big breath before looking at herself.

Her lips looked enormous.

Her upper lip was so big it almost touched her nose. Her lower lip was just as plump. Jewely had to concentrate to get her lips somewhat closed. They would always be slightly open in her relaxed state while giving her the permanent duck face she dreamed of. As she kept admiring herself, she noticed that her results looked even bigger than the pictures the doctor had used as reference. She figured there was some swelling that would reduce over time.

“So, when will the swelling be gone?” she asked, giggling as she heard how ridiculous her voice sounded at the moment. Her swollen lips made it hard to pronounce words correctly, especially all “b” and “w” sounds.

“Oh, there is no swelling with this method. These are your final results. Given how eager you were to get the most prominent lips we offer, I pushed the technique to its limits today.

Jewely was dumbstruck as she realized she had given herself a permanent speech impediment.

“Wow,” she eventually muttered under her breath, “that is so hot.”

The derogatory sneer of the nurse behind her only made her more excited. This was how people would treat her from now on. With how she talked, no one would see her as anything other than a dumb bimbo.

“I’m happy to see you’re satisfied with the procedure. There’s no need to keep you here any longer. You’re free to go out and enjoy your new looks.”

The doctor tried to give her a warm smile, but Jewely saw his disdain behind the facade. She thanked him and happily made her way outside.

Everyone’s reactions to her new lips were everything Jewely dreamed of. She was used to receive attention for the extravagant way she dressed. But now, once people noticed her overblown lips, they stared at her for way longer while visibly amused by her bizarre appearance. Groups of women started giggling while they watched her walk by, and men elbowed their friends while pointing at her with a sleazy grin.

Jewely couldn’t help but wink at them, enjoying how their stares grew more lustful. To them, she was just a piece of meat they wanted to brag about fucking to their friends while laughing about her ridiculous lips.

And Jewely craved to play into their view of her.

Once she made it home, Jewely immediately jumped in front of the mirror and gaped at her lips in awe. Her face looked entirely different after the procedure. Big fake lips now dominated every aspect of it. She couldn’t believe how stupid they made her look. Like there was nothing inside her head other than putting those giant lips to use. How she only existed to excite men and please them.

“I’m a dumb slut,” she said and cringed in arousal at how her words sounded. Her speech impediment made her entire body shudder in pleasure. She couldn’t wait to show everyone how dumb she sounded. To make everyone believe that she was indeed a dumb slut.

But was she really just making them believe it? Was it all just an act? Or would only a dumb slut spend all her savings to blow up her lips to a size that harmed her everyday life?

“I actually am a dumb slut,” she muttered as the realization hit her. She had already gone too far. Her actions were too drastic to be labeled as just an act. There was no denying it now. On the contrary, it turned her on to lean into it. To fully embrace what she was transforming into.

She actually was a slut now.

And she was eager to act accordingly.