Trashy Desires - Part 33

“So, you’re looking to make your lips a little plumper?” the doctor asked Jewely. Even though he did his best to act professionally, he couldn’t entirely hide his disdain as he looked at the overweigh tacky woman before him.

“Yes,” Jewely answered, slightly anxious about his attitude toward her.

“Alright. How much bigger do you want them?”

Jewely hesitated for a moment. “I want them to get as big as possible,” she finally blurted out. Getting those words out in this setting took a lot of conviction. Jewely was used to getting her makeovers at tacky places where she fit right in with her friends. But at the beauty clinic, everything looked so professional that she felt entirely out of place with her cheap looks.

The doctor raised his eyebrows briefly while looking like he had already expected this answer from her. He took out a binder, opened it, and handed it to Jewely.

“Here you can see the results of our biggest procedure so far. Would that be to your liking?”

Jewely looked at the pictures wide-eyed. The results looked just like the pictures Tammi had shown her. Massive lips, too big to properly close, almost touching the tip of the woman’s nose. Those lips would look spectacular on her face with a lot of pink lip gloss on them.

She couldn’t wait to add them to her look.

“Yes, that looks great!” Jewely responded, trying to hide her excitement about the procedure.

“Alright,” the doctor said unenthusiastically, “stretching your lips wide enough to hold this much filler is a long process. We will have to do many sessions to get there and give your lips enough time to heal. Open the first page of the binder to see what results you can expect after our first session.”

Jewely did as she was told and felt her excitement almost vanish. The results of the first filler seemed practically unnoticeable. There was a tiny bit more plumpness, but nothing that would make them stand out immediately.

Disappointed, Jewely nodded and closed the binder.

“You will have to be patient, but we will get to your goal in time,” the doctor said, trying to sound empathetic.

Just then, he was interrupted by his phone ringing. He answered the call, and Jewely watched his expression change into anger. After muttering a few harsh words, the doctor ended the call and got up.

“There is something I have to take care of quickly. I will be right back with you.” With that, he left Jewely to herself.

As Jewely grew bored, she opened the binder again and looked through the progression pictures. She imagined each lip size on herself and got increasingly wet as she progressed through the pages. Looking at the last pages had her entire body tremble in excitement.

She needed to get lips like that, no matter what.

Before she could get more riled up, her doctor entered the room again and placed a few documents before Jewely.

“I just had an important client cancel her appointment last minute. We were going to use a new technique on her that makes it possible to get lips to their biggest size in one session. They also don’t shrink down over time, which is another plus. Since we have already prepared a lot for this procedure, I’m willing to offer it to you for a reduced price. The client has already paid half of the procedure upfront, which we will keep. That way, you could get the treatment for half the price. You can find a list of the costs on the documents before you. I’ll let you look through them and decide. But I have a busy schedule, so you need to decide quickly! I’ll be back in 15 minutes to hear your decision.”

He got up again and was about to leave the room when he turned around at the door.

“Oh, and since this is a permanent procedure, you need to know that reducing your lips to their former size would need another procedure of this kind. This one you would have to pay full price for. Keep that in mind when making your decision.”

Jewely was left alone again, her heart pounding. She looked at the documents that listed the costs and yelped as she saw the price. It was just about the amount she had left in her emergency bank account. Going through the procedure would actually mean that she would go broke.

She would really be trapped in her life as Jewely.

A bolt of pleasure ran through her body as Jewely opened the binder again to look at the look she could achieve with only one signature.  She admired the ridiculously sized lips in the pictures, her craving for them growing exponentially. Her life would get so much more exciting, walking around with a face that showed everyone about her poor life choices. And if she ever wanted to get them reduced, she would have to look for a better-paying job while still sporting her ridiculous look. Jewely imagined how humiliating it would be to sit at a serious job interview while looking like this. No one would respect her. They would all laugh at her behind her back.

“No, no, no,” she muttered as her hand traveled between her legs and into her tracksuit pants. Jewely knew that once she started masturbating, her horniness would override all reason and make her sign the papers. Still, she felt helpless to her desires and couldn’t stop her hand from slipping into her panties.

Jewely softly moaned as her fingers reached the dripping wetness between her thighs. She felt her rational side fade as she fully gave in to her arousal. Soon, she was shamelessly going at it, not holding back her moans of pleasure. The pressure inside her kept building up, and Jewely knew there was only one way to get herself off to her satisfaction: complete submission to the trashy life of her dreams.

She grabbed a pen, signed the papers, and had the best orgasm of her life.