Waking up in the surgery center it was immediately apparent what size Joe picked for me. Large!
Round and plump, my tits easily hovered a foot above me with little to no sag. Not completely sure, but they had to be bigger than 2,000cc.
I was sooo excited that Joe chose such an extreme look. Could he really be embracing that the women he dated are true Bimbos. All I could think about was how my size would get men hard and keep them excited.
Snapping out of my own thoughts the nurse shimmed the door handle to the recovery room.
A petite busty nurse with a more manageable D cups, made her pleasantries and started checking bandages and my ability to sit up.
Still focused on how my new look would arouse men, I was mildly embarrassed that my thoughts were dominated by a singular directive, a perfect body.
Dating Joe helped understand that pleasing men brought me the most fulfillment. I enjoyed servicing Joe and givng men on Instapic the material they needed to give themselves pleasure.
Instapic helped me find my life's purpose, giving people something attractive to look at. Whereas before I wasn't confident in my natural beauty, the enhanced plastic bimbo made me understand that looks are everything.
Maybe my friends all those months ago knew I was simply a prize, sure maybe the push to use instapic was low key bullying by jealous "friends" but maybe they knew me better than I did.
Back to reality in the recovery room, little miss D cup was reviewing my post recovery plan and need to message my new boobies regularly, to both ensure they didn't stiffin up and would drop just a bit to give me eye watering cleavage.
My body was simply insane feeling and I hadn't seen my self in a mirror yet. What confused me was all the other info the nurse was reviewing. Apperently I had multiple surgeries, all at the request of Joe!
What a thoughtful boyfriend!
The nurse proceeded to go over using a fajas and a large butt pillow.
Did Joe really pick out a BBL and extra large implants?