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"A new ward (Mei Lin series)" part 91

The old gym smelled the same.

Dust, rubber, wood — the scent of beginnings.

This was where Yana had once fumbled her way through her first crab pose, awkward and breathless in front of her busty coach....

— “Damn… what the hell did you inject in here?” — Mei Lin muttered half-joking, fingers pressing into the unnatural bounce.

Yana smirked, licking her lips slowly.

— “You should’ve seen me, Lin. I fucking destroyed that girl.”

She...

"A new ward (Mei Lin series)" part 90

When she finally screamed at her husband —“Are you fucking that little bitch?!” —she expected silence. Maybe a sigh. Maybe that cold, smug voice he always used to gut her pride with surgical precision.

But instead—he roared. She had never heard him like that. Not in all their years together.

The man who once punished her with icy, intellectual contempt now shouted like a beast —

rage-fueled, chest-heaving, spitting fury. Something about psychiatric help. About ca...

"A new ward (Mei Lin series)" part 89

“Who the fuck are you, bitch?!”

Yana’s scream ripped through the room like a siren.

Her muscles — still swollen from the post-competition carb binge — bulged under her tight top. Glycogen-packed and rage-fueled, she felt unstoppable.

Animal. She lunged and grabbed the girl — awkward, clumsy, more rage than technique — arms locking around her in what vaguely resembled a chokehold.

— “I’M the fucking mother here, you hear me?! Just ME! You stupid litt...

"A new ward (Mei Lin series)" part 88

Like a trained saboteur, Yana slipped through the front door in total silence — barely breathing, every step calculated. She didn’t even turn on the light in the hallway, dragging her duffel like contraband, her new ass brushing the walls of the narrow corridor. She just needed to see them. Her babies. One look, one little hug, one “mommy missed you” — and maybe all this madness would start to make sense again.

The door to the kids’ room creaked softly. Yana peeked in, heart...

"A new ward (Mei Lin series)" part 87

Her new ass barely fit into the old jeans. Every step from the cab to the porch had been hell — denim fighting back, seams screaming for mercy, the tightness pressing against swollen flesh that still pulsed with heat from the procedure.

But the real weight wasn’t in her glutes — it was in the duffel bag she gripped like a lifeline.

Overpacked. Heavy. Smelling faintly of tanning oil, protein bars, and regret. Yana stood at the threshold of her own damn home, staring at the do...

"A new ward (Mei Lin series)" part 86

As if the concept of motherhood had been deleted from her hard drive, the mother of two stood practically naked in the harsh, sterile light of the surgeon’s office.

Red thong, six-inch heels, lips like overinflated balloons — this wasn’t some postnatal check-up. This was war prep.

The cash she squeezed out of Kyle — that dark, fast, dirty money — wasn’t charity. It was an investment. And it had to pay off. Not just in compliments or Instagram likes.

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"A new ward (Mei Lin series)" part 85

Yana needed help.

Not hugs and comfort — cash.

She was spiraling like a junkie with a rigged slot machine, chasing a win she no longer even believed in. The shows were getting tougher, the asses rounder, the tits faker, the judges dumber. She needed another edge — new tits? new nose? A tighter jawline? Bigger butt? Who the fuck knew anymore.

But loans? Off the table. She hadn't a credit story.

Kyle’s shaved head, meat-hook fists, and that calm, dangerous stillnes...

"A new ward (Mei Lin series)" part 84

After weeks of brutal diets and the mental hell of competition prep, Yana didn’t just want a cheat meal — she wanted a goddamn food orgy.

She craved grease, sugar, fizz — burgers dripping with sauce, fries by the fistful, and enough Coke to drown out the echo of every judge who had ever looked past her on stage.

Across the table, Kyle watched her with that same maddening mix of mild sarcasm, curiosity, and that unmistakable glint of sexual hunger.

But this time, she ha...

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Chapter XIII

"Maturing"

Part 54

A couple of days before the trip...

... The modest apartment reeked of perfume and acetone, a heady haze of chemical femininity that clung to the walls as tightly as the cheap floral wallpaper. The living room and even their kitchen had been transformed into a makeshift salon—ring lights, brushes, palettes, and extension kits scattered across the tables like weapons in some bizarre war against natural beauty. Two hired makeup artists ...

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Chapter XIII

"Maturing"

Part 53

The cabin lights dimmed to a polite glow, leather seats swallowing them up in business-class luxury that Anna couldn’t enjoy in the slightest. Her slutty nails carved shallow crescents into the armrest, every muscle locked, breath coming in ragged bursts, the roar of the engines pounding in her skull like some prehistoric beast trying to tear its way inside.

Kitty, meanwhile, relaxedly gulped down her Dom Pérignon, glossy lips curling...

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Chapter XIII

"Maturing"

Part 52

Her clawed hand drifted down, slow and deliberate, hooking over Kitty’s thigh before slipping between her legs. Kitty stiffened, then melted, lips parting in a nervous little sigh.

Kitty’s protest caught in her throat, dissolving into a shaky exhale. Her thighs pressed together instinctively, trapping Anna’s hand there.

“Shhh, baby,” Anna murmured... “Don’t think about foreign doctors or dirty little clinics. T...

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Chapter XIII

"Maturing"

Part 51

The single bare bulb buzzed, painting the cramped bedroom in sickly yellow. Anna sprawled back on the sheets, phone held high, blue glow flickering across their faces.

“Kitty, for fuck’s sake, look at these prices. Two, three times cheaper—even with the damn flight. Practically a charity.”

Kitty bit her swollen lip, eyes flicking over glossy before-and-after shots. Asses so inflated they looked like they needed air valve...

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Bonus: For those who just love to track footwear preferences...

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A little portrait collage.
Funny, isn’t it, how simple envy can sometimes redraw faces?

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At some point, she just couldn’t quit.
The applause, the stares, the whispers — hell, she was already drowning in it.
Enough for a lifetime, really.
But no.
Stuffing yet another shot of silicone into herself?
Oh, that was better than any drug.
Sweeter, dirtier, nastier.
And the best part?
She thought she was in control.

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Today is Tuesday, which means we continue our favorite column Before/After...

Barbara before/after 3

It turned out to be even more than she could have imagined...
I wasn’t just drowning in male attention —
I was cashing it in...

P.S. Next Tuesday will reveal a little more of her... And no, it's not just about quantity.

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Want to know how it happened?
Plain old jealousy.
Yep. Nothing mystical, no cosmic awakening, no “journey of self-discovery.”
Just good, old-fashioned envy.
She was sick of watching her colleague get all the attention — the winks, the compliments, the coffee “accidentally” brought to her desk.
Barbara?
Invisible.
Until one day she thought:
Why the hell not me?

Barbara before/after

#transformationTuesday

Oh, those modest teachers...What hidden gems sometimes lurk behind prescription glasses, frumpy skirts, and those tragically earnest bangs.

But we're not here to judge. We're here to unlock potential.So, meet Barbara. Thirty-seven.
Could this have happened sooner? Sure. But she spent years stuck in grayscale...Now?
She's finally switched to full color.

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Suddenly she’s not chasing trophies — the trophies are chasing her ✌✌✌

Double issues

Hey guys, remember that tennis player who had... let’s say, a very unique issue on the court? Like, girl wasn’t just battling her opponents — she was fighting gravity too.

In real life? She went the boring route — had them reduced. Tragic, I know.
But that’s not why we’re here, is it?😀🍈🍈

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Bimbofied 😎

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Breakfast served... 🥓🥚🍞☕

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Let’s just say he didn’t leave a single exit unvisited...

Yana progressing

She had started this for her health... a half-assed resolution to shed the baby weight... But somewhere between the squats and the surgery, she’d crossed a line. And now? There was no going back.

Look at these two shots, side by side.

The first one? A shy housewife, lips nervously pursed, like she didn’t even believe she deserved to be on stage.

The second? Jesus. That’s not even a face anymore — that’s an altar to silicone and filler, a plastic prayer to every ...

"A new ward (Mei Lin series)" part 83

What the hell was this bullshit?!
Yana was seething, every fiber of her artificially sculpted body practically trembling with rage. Her grip on the bronze statuette was so tight she half-wondered if it would snap in half — or if she’d just smash it over the head of that smug, black-haired bitch who’d snatched gold from her again.
The judges? Blind, wrinkled fossils drooling over silicone tits and fake smiles, ignoring the fact that she’d worked her ass off to lo...

"A new ward (Mei Lin series)" part 82

She strutted across the stage, every curve of her newly inflated ass a deliberate challenge to the other competitors.
The slutty mama just showing off — she was flaunting the fruits of those secret, back-alley fillers that Mei Lin had scored from some shady supplier. The sting of the injections was still fresh in her memory, but tonight? Tonight, that pain was her fucking badge of honor.
Each sway of her hips was like a slap in the face to every bitch on stage who thought they could ...