Denise Plastic Obsessions Poll: Post op...

Denise's mind swam, outlandish sensations and thoughts playing throughout her psyche.

Oblivious to the events around her after imbibing the Nereidyl serum and falling unconscious, Denise's subconscious had kicked into overdrive as her body absorbed the substance.

Of their own accord, she felt her eyes flutter open. 

For a moment, she saw nothing. She squeezed her eyes shut again, but instead of darkness, she could see... herself?  She couldn't tell, the vaguely female form shimmered and blurred in a void of perfect blackness, as if caught in a blast of heated air. It 'felt' like her, however...

She opened her eyes again, sitting up. This time she could make out hazy shapes as her eyes focused. A breeze slid against her bare body, the salty tang of the sea air bringing her to her sense completely.

Her brow furrowed in confusion as she took in her surroundings. She was... on a beach, or at least a sandy outcrop, a steep cliff jutting upwards behind her for what felt like a mile, and a turquoise ocean mass stretching out endless before her, waves flowing and ebbing placidly, the odd light of the shrouded sun casting everything in an odd color, the roiling clouds in the distance giving her the gut sensation of a storm rapidly approaching.

Before she could muse on how she came to be on this place, a hint of whispers caught her attention. Like far away, crystal windchimes set upon by a storm, musical tones and... voices.

She couldn't make out exactly where the sound originated, coming and going with the sea breeze as the winds rapidly began to pick up. The tinkling, musical whispers began to feel closer...

Behind her.

She whipped around. Nothing. Just a stretch of silky sand leading against the cliff's face.

Then, suddenly, the crunch of sand in front of her. 

Turning to face forward again, she found herself staring at a lithe, apparently feminine creature, kneeling in front of her as its head slowly tilted sideways, its smooth, eyeless face regarding her silently.

Denise gasped, scrambling back, kicking sand this way and that as her legs propelled her away from the glistening thing, which seem to calmly observe her as she put some distance between them.

Its body was humanoid, to some extent, yet almost completely featureless, its slim curvature denoting its femininity. Its skin was pale, with a hint of translucency, yet spots of pigment appeared to swirl beneath its surface in flowing, barely seen patterns. Its limbs appeared normal at first as it knelt before Denise, but she quickly noted how, past its knees and forearms, the flesh seemed to ululate and shift, splitting into dripping tendrils, sometimes morphing back into single, octopus-like tentacles.

She was going to say something in an attempt to communicate, but was caught off-guard by the ethereal, musical tones the thing suddenly began to emit: a wordless song that felt all too human, full of yearning, thrill, sadness, and desire. She felt herself enthralled, quizzically staring at the creature's mouthless head as it slowly began to approach her.

The song only became louder as the thing closed the distance between them. Denise felt herself paralyzed in a mix of thrill and terror as she felt its tendrilled limbs slip around her, pulling her closer, feeling the surprisingly light weight of it as the thing straddled her, legs firmly pressing against her thighs as it embraced her fully, its song now flooding her senses fully as its featureless face drew closer to her own.

Orbitless, obsidian eyes suddenly... grew... on the thing's face, the song reaching ear-piercing heights as it rushed at her to...

"Miss Steele! Are you with us?"

Denise almost leapt out of the clinic's bed, "Whoa, easy now!" Dr. Grussben exclaimed as he caught her by her shoulders, "Everything is alright. You are at my clinic, the surgery went wonderfully. You may be feeling some after effects from the anesthesia, but they will soon pass. Please, try to relax."

Her eyes were wild, "But... that THING..." she blurted out as the doctor gently pushed her back onto the bed.

"I must apologize, I fear you may have suffered something akin to sleep paralysis," Dr. Grussben said reassuringly, "It's a rare ocurrence, but considering your recent... use of less than common substances," he winked, "Well, it's not completely unexpected."

Denise blinked furiously, her senses coming to her rapidly. She opened her mouth to retort, but suddenly felt the weight and pressure on her chest, like she had fucked up a bench press and let the weighted bar fall on her chest.

Dr. Grussben smiled, his eyes drifting down away from her face, "Oh, and of course, it may take some time for you to get accustomed to 'these'..."

Denise looked at him for a moment before glancing downwards herself, only to be met by a wall of stretched, bandaged, and expanded titflesh.

She took a deep, quivering breath, feeling the weight of the implants against her chest as her lungs filled, "H-holy shit..." she gasped out, slowly propping herself up on her elbows, her gaze fixed on her now-enormous tits, "H-how m-much did you put in?"

Dr. Grussben stood up straighter, smiling proudly, "I am happy to say we were able to use the largest expanders we have available, getting you a fill of 4000 ccs per breast," he grinned, "No easy feat, mind you, considering you chose to drink down that Nereidyl last night. I swear, your tissues were healing almost faster than I could finish getting the implants in!"

Denise's eyebrows raised, "You knew?"

The doctor took off his glasses, giving her a conspiratory wink, "Welcome to the club," he said, "Not many people are offered this serum! Quite a privilege, if anything else."

Dr. Grussben walked around Denise's bed, "My connections with FabPharma run rather deep," he continued, "I mean, they have to, really, for them to consider handing off a patient in your state to me," he looked at her, then chuckled, "Can you imagine a regular plastic surgeon's face if he began operating on you, only to see the incisions begin to re-knit themselves right away?"

Denise's brow furrowed as she chewed on the inside of her right cheek, "So... I guess that whole Nereidyl thing is for real, huh? For a second I thought that Nicholas Montgomery guy slipped me a roofie or some other shit..."

"Oh, I can assure you it is quite 'for real', Miss Steele," he said, leaning over her, "With your permission, allow me to undo these bandages..."

Denise nodded, sitting up straight on her bed, arching her back, "Well... nothing hurts at all, that's for sure..." she muttered, somewhat confused as she stared down at her chest again, "My chest doesn't even feel sore..."

"Wonderful, isn't it?" Dr. Grussben replied as he began to work, quickly unwinding the bandages around her torso to fully reveal her now perfectly round, basketball tits, "Not even a scar is left behind."

Denise's hands almost instantly shot up to grab at her inflated breasts, "Holy fuck, they're big," she murmured to herself, sliding her fingers around their circumference, her touch causing her nipples to harden almost immediately, "Umm... and they're really... sensitive, heh," she bit her lower lip.

"A common thing to happen post op," the doctor replied matter-of-factly, "Think of it as an added bonus," he teased.

She half grinned, glancing up at him, "Humm... well I'm definitely not complaining..." her eyes trailed back to her breasts, begrudgingly dropping her hands to her lap as she smiled up at Dr. Grussben, "They are really amazing, thank you so much doc..."

"Is there anything else I need to know?" she glanced down at her chest, "About them... I mean... hehe"

Dr. Grussben smiled, "Nothing right now. We can go over the expander fillups after you get some rest," he crossed his arms, resting his chin on his hand, "You're basically free to go about your day as you would normally, I'd say. You're fully healed, so it's not like I need to prescribe you bed rest or any medication," he dropped his hand from his chin, smirking, "Still, I'd suggest you head home and take the day off. You've got a whole new you to get used to!"

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Denise was finally back home after a relatively short cab ride. 

She had a nigh-permanent smug grin on her face all the way home, feeling fully satisfied with her breasts. She almost laughed recalling how people stared at her. At first, she thought it would bother her, but she actually basked in the attention. She giggled to herself as she laid the bag containing her dress and other things from the night before on the couch, 'I swear the cabbie spent more time peeking at me through the mirror than looking at the road', she thought to herself, walking into her room.

She stood in front of the mirror, checking herself out.

"My god, I look like a total sex bomb," she cooed to no one in particular, arching her back as she posed and pouted. Dressed in just a loose pair of sweatpants, a sports bra, and a small tanktop over her tits, she smiled smugly, loving her stretched her tops looked over her huge fake tits.

Her self-admiration was interrupted by her phone chiming out, bringing her back to reality. She sighed, guess she couldn't just spend all day in front of the mirror. Well, she definitely could... maybe, and after a nice, hot shower, she could take some... alone time. But first, better check her messages.

Pulling out her phone, the screen showed: 

An email from the FabPharma Corporation, titled "Welcome to FabPharma! Your Benefits and obligations (briefing invitation)".

A message from Camille on Popchat, the anonymous photo and texting app.

A text message from Zoe that reads, "Hey! How'd everything go? Call me!"

A 50% off coupon email from Sekz, a trendy fashion brand that some might call 'slutty'. Valid today only.

Her daily workout reminder from her phone's scheduling app.

"Hmm," Denise wonders as she stared at the screen...

Should she...