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Title: [Complete!] New Story - Virtual Cosmetic Surgery
Post by: NailclipSatan on November 26, 2017, 11:18:20 pm

I would be lying were I to say, that, other than to double negatives, this doesn’t owe a lot to JR Parz’s Master PC. Other ideas came from an actual program you can download to edit pictures with incredibly simple tools, which is named Virtual Plastic Surgery and was the main inspiration behind this.

Also, first time with a male protagonist. Let’s all see how he deals with his newfound power.






Virtual Cosmetic Surgery


V.0.8



André Rodin was, all things considered, but a boy. Only in time he would understand how to wield the power he found by good luck and chance, and as with many things that chance and good look bestow, it might be too late.
Also, because our good friend André belonged to the ever-growing category of late high-schoolers who approach the end of their last year and yet have no idea what to do afterwards, he filled that existential void by distracting himself with videogames and stupid stuff, and in the moments between a loading screen and the next, by jacking off.

This is when our story begins to diverge from the norm: average boys his age would be content with jacking off to a few *WOMAN*ty starlets, or, given our good friend André lived in the age of Instagram, to the spicy photos of his classmates, who at the same age were already much more worldly than he’d ever be, in all the ways he so desperately ignored. Yet André was cut of different wood from the majority of his classmates, as the one thing that made blood rush to his head and to his virgin dick stand out proud was big, plastic boobies. Fake tits. Breast implants, to say it in a polite way. And beyond that, André was fascinated by every way the modern man has found to improve on one of the most beautiful things in the world, which was to say the female body.

Living in a backwater city in southern France, though, didn’t make for many interesting encounters with fake-titted bimbos. Most of André’s classmates were rather pretty-looking, but nothing like the sculpted goddesses with whom he filled his nights. He often masturbated thinking about a genie, or an alien, or some other kind of odd power descending upon his school and turning all the pretty girls of his year into fake-titted *WOMAN*s, eager to take it in their mouth, pussy and ass.
Were we to ask ourselves: how can such a delightful specimen of good young man, about to enter the most formative years of his life end up in such a degenerate state of mind, where the mere sight of pumped-up boobs and inflated lips, injected cheeks and engorged asses would be preferable to natural beauty (admitted such a thing ever existed)?
We might never know the answer, and by the way our story deals little with finding an answer to the roots of paraphilias and more with trying to describe what happened when André, who was quite the pervert, had the chance to unleash his unbridled lust upon the world.

How? It was by chance. André had taken the habit to surf the deep web, which was just a way for André to feel like he understood the world a little more. Yet, one day, in a soon-to-expire link, he found an interesting executable, named VCS0.8.apk; the file type was a mobile phone program, as it would not work in a personal computer and only mobile. Shortly, an app.
Why was it interesting? Mostly due to the two lines attached to the file: Virtual Cosmetic Surgery, v.08 allows you to apply the most common plastic surgery procedures to people around you! Some restrictions applied in this early release.

The file had an expiration date of about five minutes. It had a download count of zero, and given how deeply-hidden it had been, it was unlikely that in so short a time anyone would download it. Why would they? It was most likely a virus, or a hostile program full of malware.
André downloaded it. It was worth a shot.
It was quite heavy as a program: the download window didn’t give an estimated size, but it took André twenty minutes to download it, and by the time it was complete, it totalled at 523 megabytes.
There were no other downloads from the link and André closed the window, never to care about it again.

He passed the following ten minutes running every kind of antivirus program he knew through the file. Though, to spread a virus, putting it online for five minutes wasn’t the smartest of the moves. The antivirus signalled nothing in particular.
André decided to try it. He created a partition on his mobile – what would his family think if they saw an icon named Virtual Cosmetic Surgery? – and downloaded the program into it.
By the time he rebooted his phone, the partition already housed the program. He didn’t even needed to execute it; sure, he had chosen his root folder well, but…
Whatever.
He put his finger on it, and the program launched, changing André’s life, and as we will see quite a few more people’s, forever.

The program welcomed him with a picture of a young smiling girl, blonde with mesmerizing green eyes, and dotted lines traced all over her head and chest, the same kind of lines André knew doctors and surgeons used before operating on beautiful women, soon to be made all the more beautiful.

Welcome to VCS!, an automated message informed him. Please read these instructions carefully: the current program is in beta, and most of its functions, while almost finished, may present unforeseen effects or- André swiped the text away. Whatever. The next window asked him a series of permissions to access his social media profiles. He accepted it. What was the deal of this app, by the way? What did it… oooh.
As window updated, André saw a red circle with his name around it: and his age, occupation – student – and physical statistics: height 172 cms, weight 70 kgs. An outline of his house surrounded the circle, giving an approximate location: two rooms away a blue circle signalled the presence of his twin sister, Marie. Height 169 cms, weight 59 kgs.

How could it...maybe it was because the app could access his profiles? But he never wrote his vitals there! Or maybe it was connection to the medical database… or something else?

His finger trembling, he tapped on the blue circle of his sister.
A window opened, displaying Marie’s pretty face, her dark hair wore in bangs around her brown eyes. She was pretty, but average; nothing exceptional about her. The app though opened up another window, displaying more information about his sister:

* Marie Rodin

* Female
* Age: eighteen
* Completed operations: none
* Advised operations: cosmetic surgery - base, mental surgery - base.

The cosmetic surgery option was in blue, the mental surgery red. At first André tried to tap on the mental surgery option, only find a short message informing him it was an early alpha! Coming soon!
Thus André tapped on the cosmetic surgery option, and list appeared:

* Breast implants: silicone, 325 ccs
* Nose job
* Lips fillers: 2 ccs
* Brazilian butt lift

And again, each option carried with nested choices. André tapped on the breast implants choice:

* Visible scars
* No visible scars
* Silicone
* Saline
* Overfilled (saline only)
* Profile
* Positioning
* Rate of expansion

And then, just out of wonder for the rabbit hole he seemingly fell into, he tapped on the last option:

* Normal (100 ccs per minute)
* Quick (600 ccs per minute)
* Very Quick (100 ccs per second)
* Instantaneous
* Slow (100 ccs per day)
* Very Slow (100 ccs per week)
* Planned Growth

Uhm… what was planned growth?

Welcome to the Planned Growth program. This allows you to plan the growth of the implant inside the selected tissue, so that it follows natural tissue properties and allows for a more enjoyable, personal look. Advantages of the Planned Growth program include:

* Serotonin is released as the implant grows, stimulating pleasurable association with * breast implants and cosmetic surgery
* Complete control over the rate of growth
* Enhanced nipple sensitivity
* A ‘second puberty’ experience

Below André found a menu with options for starting time, ending time, final size, final shape, and other options.
It was all so absurd.
He closed the windows, and put his phone on the bed.
His heart was racing. It was impossible. It had to be a scam, a virus, something.
Either that, or all his darkest dreams came true.

Trembling, André opened the app again, looking for more options. Thank God, he found a revert option under a menu under the completed operations choice. This way he could… but whatever, there was no way in hell this could work.

No harm in trying, then, right?
He scrolled back to the breast implants menu, and selected his options:

* Size: 400 ccs
* Silicone
* Profile: medium-high
* Positioning: under the muscle
* No visible scars
* Planned Growth

Under the Planned Growth menu he selected the time and day, and chose to make it start a couple seconds from now, and last about a minute. Then he took out his dick and began stroking, already hard from the thought of actually being able to do such things, feeling a huge pervert.
After a short loading time, a three-dimensional picture of his sister Marie, surprising life-like (was his mobile even able to render things that well?) started to focus on her naked breasts. They were quite alright already, he esteemed a B-cup, and rounded-up, in a cute look pointed by rosy nipples and small areolae.

Then the changes began to take place.
Marie’s breasts shifted and expanded upwards and outwards, fat bouncing as something was being pushed inside them, seemingly from the centre, growing, growing.
André began to masturbate furiously, holding his phone with one hand as he desperately tried to keep it upwards while he went all-out on his dick.
Marie’s breasts kept on expanding, as her underboob rounded up, soon followed by the upper part of her breasts, which took on a spherical profile, skin so taut it took on an almost reflective sheen, as fresh her new boobs were. The implants were too small to cause a true bolt-on look, but it was enough that if Marie tried to say they were natural, she’d be hard-pressed.
Marie’s new breasts were at last displayed in all their augmented glory. They stood high and proud on her chest, signalling her silicone preference and her choice of getting her upgraded to make cocks hard. His very sister was now a fake-titted bitch.

And André came on that thought. His phone slipped from his grasp and fell on the bed as he was filled with the throes of orgasm.
When it was over, he took the phone and looked at the display. Whoa! Impressive sight, and even more since he saw them grow right before his every eye-

A high-pitched scream ruptured his eardrums.
It came from Marie’s bedroom.



While our good friend André was busy playing with forces beyond his comprehension, his sister Marie was busy trying to study inside her room, an operation made oh-so-harder by Marie’s phone, which from time to time blinked, chirped, and took her away from her attempts at concentrating.
Marie tittered as she sent a few more emojis to her friend, and then came back to scowl at the math in front of her.

Now, it might be the right time to describe how Marie Rodin looked in the blossom of her youth, before her brother changed her. Marie was slender, of normal height, but she was blessed with quite long legs for her body, so that she appeared even more alluring in a pair of tight jeans; her face was oval-shaped, showing still hints of baby fat, her cheekbones tall but not prominent. If anything, her nose was a bit too strong for her face, her nostrils a bit too large (and this was among the others a point the VCM app had detected), but it was something you could easily forget. Her lips were large and red-painted, and her breasts, a simple A cup who had been trying for years and years to try and cross over to a B cup, were a nice round shape, with her cute nipples pointed up and out.

All in all, Marie Rodine was a pretty girl, and when she showcased her best assets, she easily made more than one head turn. All this, thank to her pervert of a brother, was about to change.

It began with a simple itching of her nipples, against her white crop top: it was late spring already. Marie answered yet another message from her friends, and passed her hand, absent-mindedly on her ches- yow!

“Ah!” Marie looked down at her nipples. That… was so good it almost hurt. Marie had quite sensitive nipples to begin with, due to her small breasts, but never so… what was happening? The phone, forgotten, was put on the desk as Marie’s tentatively explored the outskirts of her breasts. Her skin was taut and sensitive. Small hisses passed through Marie’s lips as her fingers elicited sparks of pleasure. Why this, why now?

And then… her breasts bulged out a little, in the middle of her breath. Marie breathed out, and when she did, for sure, her breasts were bigger, not by much, but… and again. Her breasts, both of them, bulged out, as the strangest sensation came from Marie’s chest. It was as if something was being pushed inside her breasts, as if it was growing from inside them. Marie yowled and cupped her breasts, shock, fear and arousal battling inside her. What was happening? Why her? Why now? Her breasts surged out even more, and Marie felt that even if she gritted her teeth and tried to push back with all her might, there was some mass, something squishy and yet unyielding inside her breasts which pushed back, and now pushed outwards and out.

Breathing hard, Marie cupped her growing breasts, her nipples turning up and out, erected and buzzing with pleasure and arousal.

“Ah… ah… ah!” Marie lost her words as yet another pleasurable surge of breast growth came over her. She looked down. By now her hands could cup her breasts, but barely. They stood out proudly, round and jutting out in a way that defied gravity and proved way too perfect for them to be… the though hit Marie like a thunder… for them to be natural.

She was growing breast implants.

The though would have been enough to send her out cold, but one final surge of expansion sent her flesh, skin and fat and silicone all out and up. Marie’s fingers brushed against her nipples and another jolt of pleasure, stronger this time, passed through her.

Marie panted as her new breasts settled on her chest. She looked down. She could still see her feet, her breasts might have grown little more than two cups… trembling, she looked at herself in her mirror. Marie sported two quite large, spherical breasts, completely at odd with the rest of her slender body. She didn’t wear a bra, thankfully. They touched themselves right in the middle, and her nipples stood at attention, erect and shivering at the mere touch of her breaths.

She had grown breast implants. And her nipples were sensitively turbo-charged.

Marie took her head in her hands and screamed.

Title: Re: New Story - Virtual Cosmetic Surgery
Post by: ferdinand1 on November 27, 2017, 03:11:35 am
Definitely keep this going
Title: Re: New Story - Virtual Cosmetic Surgery
Post by: loveboobs on November 27, 2017, 11:00:24 am
Definitely keep this going

Agreed ;)
Title: Re: New Story - Virtual Cosmetic Surgery
Post by: tor83 on November 27, 2017, 10:57:52 pm
Nice start  :)
Title: Re: New Story - Virtual Cosmetic Surgery
Post by: Hedge on November 28, 2017, 01:45:06 am
I love this..  You need to do about 30 more chapters!
Title: Re: New Story - Virtual Cosmetic Surgery
Post by: kingbrowser on November 28, 2017, 05:12:51 am
I love this..  You need to do about 30 more chapters!

The fact that there isn't already 30 more chapters kills me

This is one of the best story concepts I've ever read
Title: Re: New Story - Virtual Cosmetic Surgery
Post by: thekayak on November 28, 2017, 04:29:13 pm
Looks really promising, I really hope you will continue this story as long as possible!
Title: Re: New Story - Virtual Cosmetic Surgery
Post by: widemind on November 28, 2017, 05:57:50 pm
can't wait , can't wait !
Title: Re: New Story - Virtual Cosmetic Surgery
Post by: Gryzz on November 29, 2017, 01:15:46 pm
Dont keep us waiting too long for the next chapter. We need more ASAP
Title: Re: New Story - Virtual Cosmetic Surgery
Post by: NailclipSatan on November 30, 2017, 10:06:24 pm
Whoa! Thank you all guys, I figured out it might be a nice idea for a story, but I would have never imagined such support! I will try my best to upload the new chapter before the end of the weekend! In the meantime thank you all for providing such a wonderful response!

In the next (heh) installment, we'll see how Marie reacts to her new rack, and how this comes to influence her... or be influenced...

See you soon!
Title: Re: New Story - Virtual Cosmetic Surgery
Post by: widemind on December 03, 2017, 07:22:42 pm
thanks for your story ! I love unwanted implantation :)
Title: Re: New Story - Virtual Cosmetic Surgery
Post by: widemind on December 04, 2017, 01:34:48 pm
waiting , waiting ,waiting .... :)
Title: Re: New Story - Virtual Cosmetic Surgery
Post by: Hedge on December 06, 2017, 12:01:57 am
excited for this!
Title: Re: New Story - Virtual Cosmetic Surgery
Post by: NailclipSatan on December 06, 2017, 07:24:11 pm
Thank you all for the continued support for this story! It's amazing how much it is receiving and how much you are all enjoying it, it warms my heart up!
 To the point I decided to release the new chapter earlier. I hope you like it! For suggestions, comments or even just saying hi and commenting breast implants together, send a line to nailclipsatan@protonmail.com! Thank you!






More than to her eyes, Marie couldn’t believe to her hands. As she tentatively brushed her fingers against her new tits, she couldn’t believe she was actually touching her new, and quite fake-looking,  breasts. They must be… something like a D-cup, something she never dreamed she would grow into. She liked her natural breasts, thank you, and the inert, squishy mass she felt pushing back as she pushed her breasts together… it was such an odd feeling, to know there was something inside her breasts, making them stand out so out and round and proud, her nipples topping them, already so hard and strained in pleasure.

And her new tits were so tender, or so tender indeed… Marie touched her left one (for research purposes only, of course) and the pleasure ran from her nipple and fleshy tit in mind-numbing waves, coiling around her brain and back and dripping down towards her pussy. Marie pushed her thighs against each other in a vain attempt at stopping the flow, but she couldn’t.

Marie walked about and looked at herself in the mirror. Her new breasts didn’t sag, and bounced only a little, as if they made the smallest concessions to gravity, the material inside them keeping unnaturally perky. They were so outlandish contrasted with her thin waist and slender legs, giving her the look of a girl who had to go under the knife to achieve such a look… no way those were natural or could pass for natural.

Marie felt flush coming up to her cheeks. Oh, she was in such deep trouble! Whatever happened, she had to hide them, or have the removed, or do something… anything. Understanding how this even happened… she pinched her side to see if this was a dream or reality.
Both the painful pinch and the weight that strained her new tits proved her wrong.

It wasn’t that bad a feeling, Marie decided as she began covering herself up with layer after layer of clothes: a shirt, then another shirt, then a blouse, then an old-looking sweater… in an attempt to disguise her new tits, with little to no success. It wasn’t a bad feeling having big tits, and maybe a small part of her liked them… a little.
But they were heavy and too big! Maybe half a cup more would have been good, give boys something to squeeze and have fun with other than her butt cheeks, but this was too much… and too soon… and too unnatural! Oh, why fake tits? She hated plastic, and she would never do anything like that to herself.

After all, and this is now the moment to take a small break to see what our beloved Marie thought about beautification and specifically breast implants, Marie always hated the thought and believe women who went under the knife to be shallow, unsecure, and unsatisfied. This is important, other than because she’d soon change her mind. for reasons that will soon be clear, mostly because André Rodin, her idiotic, loser, wanker of a brother, opened the door right in that moment.

“Mar-whoa!” he exclaimed, seeing his sister and her new additions.
“You pervert!” Marie screamed as she covered up her chest with one arm, the other going down to take one shoe off and throwing it at André: “Get out!”
André, who was quicker in bed than he was with his reflexes, got twenty-five centimetres of plastic and foam right in the middle of the face, throwing him out of balance and against the door.
“I said get out!” Marine exchanged arms and got ready to throw her other shoe.
“W-wait! I came because I heard you screaming! I want to help!”
Marie stopped for a moment, but only barely. She frowned.
“Help? How can you help me! I’m a monster!”
“I… uh, I don’t think you are a monster.”
“Shut up,” Marie said, sitting on the bed and gathering blankets to cover up her torso, so that she now looked more like an angry pudding, shivering in shock and anger. André tried the slow approach and stood up, his palms stretched out.
“Okay, now please calm down and tell me wha-”
“Don’t tell me to calm down!”
“All right, all right, just… just tell me what happened.”

Uncomfortable silence filled the room. Marie saw André throwing a few quick glances at the screen of his phone. What a brat, he couldn’t even stay focused while talking to his sister… yet, he was the only one available, and if she called her friends from school she would never heard the end of it. Maybe, just maybe, just for this one time… André could be trusted.

“André.”
“Yes!” He said, pushing the phone deep into his pocket.
“You have to promise to stay calm.” Marie herself wasn’t calm in the slightest, so having her idiot brother get all flustered over what had happened, whatever the cause, was not how she wanted to solve this.
“I… I promise. Of course. Why wouldn’t I stay calm. What’s even not to stay calm for? I mea-”
“André.”
“I’ll shut up now.”
“Better.”
Slowly, Marie took off her blankets.



André was praying for time to stop, or at least slow down. At least allow him to enjoy these moments to the fullest, so that, on his deathbed he could come back to them and enjoy them enjoy them so much, and die hard and satisfied.
His sister’s tits had actually become two fake globes, sitting high and proud on her chest, stretching the sweater so that it showed how busty she now was. They weren’t huge, but they were so new and so unlikely onto her lithe form to show they couldn’t possibly be home-grown. He was trying to keep his dick at bay, taking slow breaths, but how could he while his sister was showing him her new enhanced melons?
Whatever remained of his pulverized conscience after the silicone nuke hit it minutes before tried to tell him it wasn’t right to lust after his sister that way, but its voice was far and distant, and the voice that told him, yes, Marie was now in possession of two big fake knockers and she was showing them right to him was much much stronger.

André barely held onto dear life and sanity as his sister nested her new fake breasts into her arms, partially hiding them but also making the bulge up and out. It was such a fantastic sight, to see how small her hands now appeared against her upgraded chest.

“I really don’t know what to say,” his sister say, looking down at her new busty form, “they just sort of, like, grew on their own.”
“Yeah.”
Marie frowned. Shit! André tried for a quick save. “I-I mean, yeah, it must have been, eeeh, odd. Don’t know what to say. Never heard of anything like that.”
Marie, luckily, didn’t seem to understand what he meant. Ah, and how could she? Until ten minutes before, an actual app to actually change people’s actual bodies was science fiction, magic, superstition, folk tales and make-believe.
And now it was in the palm of his hand.
A part of his mind, a part that seemed to pulse and grow larger with each second his eyes were glued to Marie’s new tits, wondered how she would look were she a cup bigger. Or two…
But better not to show it in front of her, no.
And by the way there was always the reverse button, so it wasn’t like it was permanent. Sadly.

“How do you feel,” André asked, still trying to not think how good those puppies would look with a little more silicone pumped into them, just to make Marie even more hot-looking.
“It’s strange,” Marie said, pushing against her breasts slightly. “They are still kinda soft, but there’s this mass inside them… makes them firm.”
“Can I touch them,” André asked, his tongue quicker than his mind. But by that time, his mind had been reduced to reptilian brain on a stick, so we can’t really blame him.
“What? No! How can you even suggest something like that?”
“I’m sorry, it’s just… you sounded in pain.” It wasn’t even remotely true, but if it helped save André’s ass, all the better.
“In pain? They do feel a little tender…”
 “Maybe it’s because… the implant is still fresh? Maybe if you massage them?”
“Massage? Like how?”
“Like this,” André mimed kneading in front of him, in large inwards circles. “A few times. See if it makes it better.” It was a far shot, but it might be that if the implants grew inside the breast, they might need a bit of time to settle. After all, women massaged their new breasts even without the need of an impossible app, didn’t they.
“Well…” Marie began to slowly massage her breasts. André looked her tits being pushed against each other bulge up and out, and then as Marie’s hands passed beneath them, relax and fall back, but not too much. The silicone inside them prevented them to be pushed around too much. Ah, what an incredible sight. Marie’s face in the meantime, was getting redder.
André’s phone pinged. He took it out of his pocket. The app’s interface said Thank you for your first trial of Virtual Cosmetic Surgery! Upgrade coming soon! Whatever. he’d think about it later… now he wanted to enjoy his sister’s new tits. André tapped on the screen to dismiss the message, but he tapped a little to hard, or maybe his grip was a little weak after watching Marie’s new boobs, or maybe most of his bloodstream had already migrated, but all in all, the end result was André’s phone falling on the floor, skidding right against Marie’s left foot.
André jumped to catch it, but Marie’s boobs weren’t large enough to block the sight from above.
André managed to take the phone in his hands, but as he stood up he saw the look in Marie’s eyes.
They were livid.
Her mouth opened in a silent scream as she let go of blankets and stood up against André. Slowly she raised her hand.
“Why is there my face on your phone?”
“Uh, eh, oh, I-,” convincingly articulated André. For some reason, his defence didn’t seem to reach his sister’s ears as she darted forward to snatch the phone out of his reach. Still, André held it up high.
“What’s this,” his sister seethed through clenched teeth.
“Nothing! It’s nothing! Let me go!”
“Give me the phone!”
“No!”
Marie launched herself forward. André, you see, was betrayed. Years spent jacking off on inflated tits and silicone busts made him ill-prepared for the moment when Marie’s new and improved breasts impacted against his chest. André felt silicone tits against his chest for the first time in his life, their rounded largeness, their firmness, unyielding softness as they were.
André lost his grip on the phone. Marie took it.
A few seconds later, André was back with us, sporting an erection that somehow managed to resist under his sister’s furious gaze as she held the phone against him.
“What. Is. This.”
André was, to say the least, in a pickle.



I hope you enjoyed this! Please leave a comment to let me know more! Hugs and see you soon... next time, we'll see how André gets out of this pickle... or does he?
Title: Re: [Update new chapter 2!] New Story - Virtual Cosmetic Surgery
Post by: widemind on December 06, 2017, 08:05:05 pm
sooo good !!

Make her try to do things normal boobs don't do , like flexing .

why not let her use the app to continuously inflate and deflate her implants to make joke , or just to feel her boobs changing ? ;)
Title: Re: [Update new chapter 2!] New Story - Virtual Cosmetic Surgery
Post by: soren87 on December 06, 2017, 10:12:28 pm
Soo hot keep it up cant wait for next chapter hope she is going to me pumped relly really massive. I really love when the expansion is very long and detailed so you really can imagine her grow 😊 keep up the good work
Title: Re: [Update new chapter 2!] New Story - Virtual Cosmetic Surgery
Post by: cheefyboy on December 08, 2017, 11:55:40 am
Really great story your hard work is very much appreciated!!

Thanks!!!

CB
Title: Re: [Update new chapter 2!] New Story - Virtual Cosmetic Surgery
Post by: Hedge on December 09, 2017, 04:14:01 am
This is awesome!
Title: Re: [Update new chapter 2!] New Story - Virtual Cosmetic Surgery
Post by: soren87 on December 14, 2017, 04:35:43 pm
Year really hope the app will be used and her voobs just grow beyond the word big 😀 just keep pumping her so great comic 😀
Title: Re: [Update new chapter 2!] New Story - Virtual Cosmetic Surgery
Post by: Hedge on December 15, 2017, 09:28:44 am
I cant wait to see where this goes..   I would love to have weekly updates
Title: Re: [Update new chapter 2!] New Story - Virtual Cosmetic Surgery
Post by: NailclipSatan on December 15, 2017, 11:26:22 pm


Hi there you all, thank you for staying with me and waiting for new updates to happen! There have been wishes for weekly updates, but as long as my dayjob keeps me occupied, I won't be able to update more often. That said, I hope you enjoy this new update and I hope to see you soon! Btw, love the sculpted nose shape of the beautiful girl in the pic below!








Marie was looking at the phone, not believing her eyes. If her eyes were deceiving her, though, the silicone weight upon her chest, thrusting her new tits up and out, seemed to be far more believable. She had not only grown implants – big ones, that made her look like a total blow-up doll – but it was thanks to magic of some kind, some kind of nerd sci-fi trick her idiot of a brother discovered on the Internet.
“For the last time,” Marie said, holding up the phone in her hand as with her other hand pinched her brother’s left ear, twisting it just enough to scare him into tearing it off, “for the last time. How does this work?”

Onscreen, she saw her obscene figure, her slim body turned out of proportion by the two spheres that were now her breasts, jutting out much like the obnoxious implants they were. Ugh. Her idiot brother truly had crossed all kinds of lines with this. How could she go out like this? Not half of the things she owned would fit her now, not with the way her new tits pushed the outline of this simple sweater! And what would all her friends say? What would mom and dad say, as soon as they came back home! Marie tapped on the screen, trying to find a way to undo the changes.

“How do I change it back?”

“I don’t know! I never saw that before! I swear!”

“Don’t fuck with me, you little prick,” Marie said, twisting his ear just a little more, “you came in my room and you had this fuckery on you phone. You know how this works and you better undo it or oh-so-help-me if I find the way to do it myself!”

Marie waited for André to finish his pathetic wailing.

“Aren’t you… don’t you like them,” he asked, half-shocked, half-pleading.

“No, you fucker I don’t like having big fake boobs! First, they are big. And second, they are fake! What are people going to think?! Now turn me back to normal!”

Marie pushed the phone into André’s face, who trembled, moving his fingers on the screen. “Are… you… are you sure? You look a lot hotter this way! I mean, you got such a nice rack!”

“Shut up before I hit you!”

But by then André had nothing more to lose. Well, except having a busty, fake-titted sister.

“No, I mean, fuck, you are so fucking hot this way! Can’t you see how good they look? They are so round, and firm, and they look so good on you with your long legs! It’s amazing! All the boys would desire you!”

“I for one wouldn’t want my creep of a brother to,” was Marie’s glacial answer.

André lost all words. Slowly, he brought up the revert option and tapped on it. The app asked for confirmation, and he double-tapped. This time it happened a lot quicker. Marie felt the weight on her chest recede, letting go until it disappeared. The sweater fell back onto her chest like it had always done. She was back to her usual self. No more fake ugly boobs to plague her days.
Everything was settled.
Well, except for one thing…

“What are you…?” André tried to stop her when he saw what she was about to do, but she was too quick: a tap, and the icon of the VCS app disappeared from his phone.

“There. No more playing with other people’s bodies for you.”

André looked down at his phone as Marie carelessly dropped it. The phone didn’t break though, even though it slid against the wall. André couldn’t lift a finger to catch it, as defeated as he felt.

“Now get out of my room. And don’t you ever speak to me.”

André did as he was told. He picked up the phone, gathered the broken fragments of his erotic dreams, and shut himself into his room. Mum and dad came, there was dinner; then another day of school. He passed through it all in a dreamy daze. His friends tried to shake him out of it by talking about videogames and anime, but André could only nod and weakly smile.
He, just for a few glorious seconds, had seen fake tits. True, bulging fake tits. On his sister, what’s more. And now he could never see his sister the same way. Fuck. He had fucked it all.

But how could he believe the app would really work? And why would Marie delete it? How could she do something like that? It wasn’t even her phone. André had tried to find the file again, the link again, but there was no trace of it in the Internet, and he spent hours surfing it, even the deep web. No results, nada, nothing.

There was no app anymore.


It had all been just a pleasant dream, but it was over now. Over forever.

And with that though, André went to bed on that second night, forgetting all about the app’s warning when he first opened it, the warning about it being a beta, and potential unforeseen effects.

That was, until he heard the door slowly creak open, and somebody enter his room. André shifted under the sheets. Had his sister came to finish the job? He turned to see it was indeed Marie, but she possessed an odd light in her eyes, her clothes dishevelled, her hands roaming over her chest. She jumped on the bed, inched closer and closer to André, who by this point feared for his life.
But it wasn’t his life Marie wanted.

“Hey, idiot brother,” Marie said, “can you make my tits big and fake again?”
Title: Re: [Update new chapter 3!] New Story - Virtual Cosmetic Surgery
Post by: widemind on December 18, 2017, 01:08:46 pm
Hope she told it not because of magic from the app , but because she changed her mind :)
Title: Re: [Update new chapter 3!] New Story - Virtual Cosmetic Surgery
Post by: sylvaticus on December 18, 2017, 08:07:00 pm
Holy crap! This is exquisite. Great job. Super hot.
Title: Re: [Update new chapter 3!] New Story - Virtual Cosmetic Surgery
Post by: Hedge on December 19, 2017, 11:36:15 pm
This is the type of story I wish we had a new chapter of each day.  Its so amazing..
Title: Re: [Update new chapter 3!] New Story - Virtual Cosmetic Surgery
Post by: NailclipSatan on December 22, 2017, 11:02:14 pm
Hope she told it not because of magic from the app , but because she changed her mind :)

Ding ding ding! Windemind wins the lottery! While I enjoy stories that bend the mind, this particular time, and at least in this particular case, I wanted to take a more nuanced, subtle approach, and Marie's the kind of girl who can change her mind on wanting to get big fake boobs, especially if that involves lots of orgasms, as you'll see in this new chapter.
That said, your support is incredible! I'd also wish to update more, real life is just a bitch. Maybe, given patreon is all the rage these days, I might open one in the future, if there's a real interest in this niche fetish.
That said, enjoy this new chapter! This is when things officially start to pick up, characters are introduced, now we see them rolling! See you soon!








After her brief brush with a big, fake bustline, Marie thought she had seen enough of fake tits, silicone and what else.
That lasted no more than six, seven minutes, before Marie came back to the reality of her competition in the wide sexual arena of life. The feeling of her fake tits straining against her chest, sitting high and proud still hadn’t left her that Marie was back messaging with her friends, and out of curiosity, nothing like lack of confidence or even remotely like doubt, she opened her friend Annette’s instagram page.
Annette had always been blessed with a natural bustline, and she’d flaunted her impressive D-cups in bikinis, tops, shirts and the sort, growing progressively shorter the more Annette’s pictures got closer to summer. What a *WOMAN*. Marie was positive she’d never, never, ever dress like Annette, never flaunt her boobs for the world wide world to see, for thousands, maybe hundreds of thousands of boys and men to masturbate over, pumping their large cocks up and down at the thought of pawing her exquisite tits, which they’d never feel anyway, and yet the image of her would fill their dreams, their desperate pleas for release, their…

Ah-hem. It was getting quite hot in here, Marie decided. Summer must truly creep up on them. Maybe if she unbuttoned only the top of her shirt, nobody would be the wiser. And damn it, it was her room after all. Not like her idiot brother would come in again, after what had happened, anyway. Marie played with the first button, thinking again about her large, fake boobs that she had possessed for, what? Less than five minutes?
They had been horrible anyway.
And she didn’t need to have big boobs to attract boys, anyway. Her long, lithe legs and her pert bubble but were good enough, weren’t they?
Marie opened her own profile. Hers and Annette were mostly the same age, and yet fro some arcane reason, impossible to discern, Annette had almost ten times her followers, leaving Marie sitting down at a simple 85.
Really, beyond comprehension.
And she didn’t dress like a *WOMAN*, either. That was her secret. Her photos had soul, damnit! And even if she showed up a few centimetres of leg here, or a glimpse of her butt cheeks there, it was nothing like Annette’s scandalous shoots.
The *WOMAN*.
People just didn’t appreciate soul. Didn’t just appreciate hard work in choosing light, and ambience, and the right angle, and the right background. Her 85 followers had much more refined taste than Annette’s 836 dumb wankers, that for sure.
And yet.
And yet, for a few minute, she had been bigger than Annette.
Marie passed her fingers around her boobs, lifting them up.
She wasn’t that small, was she?
No, of course. But even if she pushed them up and together like that, it didn’t really create the cleavage Annette showed, did they?
Hm.
Men. Always thinking with their dicks.
It wasn’t like boobs were all that there was in life, anyway! Stupid men and their stupid tastes!
And stupid Annette.
What a *WOMAN*!
Feeling like she had won some moral battle, Marie shut down Annette’s profile pleasure (served her right!) and proceeded to shut out of her life any memories of the silicone incident, no matter how good it might have been to see Annette’s face when she stole all the attention the dumb *WOMAN* enjoyed with her big round boobs, fake or no-

No.
Marie stopped, withdrawing her left hand, that had slithered closer and closer to her pants, as her right one inched to brush against her right, hard nipple. No.
No, she wasn’t going there.
No way in hell.

Marie took a shower.

She managed to push her worries a few hours into the future.
And yet the following day, her worries were there waiting right for her, in the shape and form of Annette, who, maybe due to the pleasant weather they had been having all week, had opted for a blouse that showed her impressive boobs, pushed up and out by a wonderbra.
What a *WOMAN*!
It defied reason seeing boys passing by and stealing glances. Men! Really. They should appreciate more people with taste, like her carefully-applied makeup, like her white camisole, like her long legs encased in pretty jeans (she had bought them just yesterday afternoon) and anyway, yes, Marie also wore a wonderbra (she bought it yesterday, a bargain, she got lucky, that’s all), but on her it looked just fine, not obscenely in-your-face like Annette’s monstrous, unnecessary boobs.
Men!
Really!
The rest of the day passed in relative boredom, punctuated by the obvious, and frequent, and, frankly, disgusting, looks all converging upon Annette’s exposed cleavage. When the teacher pointed out it wasn’t the right clothing for school, Annette pouted (the *WOMAN*!) and pushed her shoulders closer, and said that she just was feeling hot.
After that, there were no more protests, somehow.
What a *WOMAN*!
Marie spent the recess in the bathroom, because all that thinking about Annette’s ridiculous breasts got her thinking about those five minutes when she’d been busty too, and it was starting to get her all hot and bothered, thinking about receiving the same attention as Annette, no, no, better, more, because after all she’d have silicone boobs, and Annette would end up with two sacks of fat hanging from her chest, while Marie’s breasts would never sag, standing up and high, round and enticing, her cleavage always perfect, always drawing the attention of boys and men alike, their hands pawing her mounds, their tongues licking her nipples, their big, hard cocks sliding in and out of her tit-
Nnnghg.
Marie cummed in the bathroom, thinking about her old breast implants.
Just one masturbating session wasn’t enough, to change her mind, though.

Came early afternoon, though, the fifth time was starting to have an effect on her. She had spent a visit to the bathroom every half hour, thinking about how good her tits looked and felt when they were fake and round and firm and filled with silicone, and how good they made her feel, and how great it had been to be busty even for a while and how hard all the boys would get an-
Nnnghg.
And that made six.

By that evening, Marie was masturbating for the tenth time, this time trying to keep her phone still while she pushed two fingers in and out of her sloppy, wet cunt, her tongue hanging out of her mouth as she looked at videos of fake-titted pornstars being fucked left and right by hunky guys with big cocks. Marie cummed and cummed harder and harder.

And by that night, Marie, filled to the brim with the joy of orgasm, found herself walking into her idiot brother’s bedroom. He was wanking.
Wanking to big fake tits?
Probably.
Her big fake tits, sitting impossibly big and round her young, lithe body, as she smiled and invited big hunky men to fuck her into tomorrow?
Hmmm… she hoped so.
She jumped on the bed, and shook her brother, who was looking at her, eyes filled with shock. Good. He was easier to manipulate this way. Marie brushed her fingers against her chest, covered with just a white top. She couldn’t wait to feel her new round tits stretch it to capacity, filled with delicious, firm silicone… she’d get double Annette’s follower in a few weeks, she was sure.
That *WOMAN*.
She deserved it.
Now it was just a matter of convincing her brother to work his magic onto her once again. Nothing easier. The little twerp would die of joy from the chance of seeing his beautiful sister showing her new big fake boobs around… oh, she was going to be so proud of them, so happy. Her pussy clenched, and a shiver of pleasure shook her up, freezing fingers running up and down her spine.
Oh, she couldn’t wait.

“Hey, idiot brother,” Marie said, “can you make my tits big and fake again?”

Her idiot brother looked at her.
This was the big moment. The moment when all her wishes came true. When she’d finally get even with that *WOMAN* Annette and show her she too could steal glances, and even better, with her new big, round, fake boo-

“I can’t.”

Somewhere, a record scratched.

“You what?” Marie asked, inching closer, her eyes slitting to two dangerous fissures.

“I-I- uh, I can’t.” Her idiot brother inched back, retreating into his pillow, as if that could protect him. She wanted big boobs, and she wanted them now! “You had me delete the app!”

Ah. That was right.
That was a thing that happened.
How could had she been so stupid? Surely she wasn’t thinking right.
Marie stopped, blinked, then kept on advancing.

“Well that was an accident. You can download it again, can’t you?”

“I, uh, I’m not sure, I tried, but-”

Oh, the little fucker already tried. He tried to download the app and make her tits big and fake again, make her into a huge fake-looking *WOMAN* once again, like a *WOMAN* who had went under the knife only to make boys get hard at the mere sight of her new enhanced pneumatic chest…
It was quite good luck Marie had pushed herself to orgasm that many times or that thought alone would have been enough to make her cum right there.
And it would have been bad.
For some reason.
What mattered was that her idiot brother was useless.
Or maybe not.
Maybe he only needed the proper motivation.

Marie grinned, feeling quite clever, as she took off the first button of her blouse.

“Tell you what, idiot brother,” she said, leaning forward to offer him a peek into her small cleavage and her simple bra (she was going to need such large bras soon… maybe custom-made… hmmm…) “you get off your ass and make sure I get implanted with fake tits again,” Marie promised him, her finger brushing against her brother’s reddened cheek, “and this time, you can watch.”


Title: Re: [Update new chapter 4!] New Story - Virtual Cosmetic Surgery
Post by: sylvaticus on December 23, 2017, 06:26:46 pm
So incredible! Bravo
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Post by: widemind on December 24, 2017, 12:51:55 pm
Perfect !

Please make them use her implants to make joke , make the idiot brother in command and marie fully apprecating to be controlled.

Like going to do bra shopping , buying a bra too big for her in front of the shop owner , and going out of the changing room perfectly fitting the bra ;)
Title: Re: [Update new chapter 4!] New Story - Virtual Cosmetic Surgery
Post by: Hedge on December 28, 2017, 12:36:00 am
Its awesome.  I really do enjoy the story, I wish each chapter was a bit longer. But the quality is good so I cant complain lol

No I love where this is going.  Awesome!
Title: Re: [Update new chapter 4!] New Story - Virtual Cosmetic Surgery
Post by: tor83 on December 30, 2017, 09:29:37 am
Please include bra shopping maybe outbusting annettes bras making fun of her small natural tits proofing that even her boyfriend prefers perfect fake boobs.
Title: Re: [Update new chapter 4!] New Story - Virtual Cosmetic Surgery
Post by: Hedge on January 01, 2018, 05:25:40 pm
Can’t wait for the next chapter!  So good
Title: Re: [Update new chapter 4!] New Story - Virtual Cosmetic Surgery
Post by: Hedge on January 07, 2018, 04:57:00 pm
Update?
Title: Re: [Update new chapter 4!] New Story - Virtual Cosmetic Surgery
Post by: sylvaticus on January 07, 2018, 08:38:14 pm
Checking every day and trying hard not to hassle the author. It is amazing work, some of the best. Reread multiple times already... Good things come to those who wait.
Title: Re: [Update new chapter 4!] New Story - Virtual Cosmetic Surgery
Post by: NailclipSatan on January 08, 2018, 10:40:26 pm
I'm moved. Truly moved by the feedback I'm getting from this piece. I would have updated sooner, if not for holidays, work, and a change of place that all happened in the same time. In a few days I might be able to work more on stories like these. I'd like to write a few more, and I'm happy there's some interest. I might open up commission if someone is also interested in a custom scene or story. We'll see.

Also, as a prize for your patience and kindness, I present you with the largest update yet! More than 1600 words of sinful pleasure, all for you to enjoy!
 Let me know what do you think of it! Until next time, thank you for reading, and replying, and letting me know you like it!








André had passed through a series of IPs, and walked now the darkest recesses of the Internet. It was a hard task. Not due to some technical difficulty, he knew how to deal with them. His sister’s chest pressed against his arm as she lay together with him on the bed, now, that was a whole different matter.
And what his sister was saying…
“Come on, get something done. I want to feel my big fake tits again, and soon.” Her fingers brushed against his chest, making him jump on the bed. “And if you do your job well…” she left it at that, but her fingers lingered against his nipple.
Fuck. This was getting out of hand. The mere idea of having his own sister pushing against him on his bed, while he was looking for a magical reality-altering app to download silicone implants into Marie’s chest… whoa.
Except no reality-altering app was found.
André grimaced as yet another error showed up on his monitor. No way. The file seemed impossible to find. Whoever uploaded it managed to go through too many hoops, and his best tracing bots were running more circles than a bunch of dogs in a perfume shop. André hissed.
He really did not want his sister to punch him again.
He wanted her to… be good with him again? Maybe? It was still something so new, so… unexpected to see Marie react that way. Like something clicked inside her an-
“Well? What are you doing?”
“I… I, uhm, can’t seem to find it. Not my fault!” he added quickly as he saw fire came back into Marie’s eyes.
“It’s never your fault. Except when it is, and it was you who made me a fake-titted bitch, right?”
There was no denying that.
“R-r-right.”
“Then you better… uhm… you always managed to do wonders with a computer, brother. Why not now?”
André might have spent hours explaining her the technicalities of the matter. But there was no time. And by the way Marie had pushed her chest even harder against his arm, and hormones were having a field day inside his bloodstream by now. All he could think was Marie with her huge fake tits…
“Hey,” Marie flicked his nose, “why not now?”
“There are… problems. Whoever uploaded the app made it so it could only be downloaded at a specific moment and…”
“Yeah, sure. So convenient.” Something else clicked into Marie’s eyes. Like a bicycle going up one  gear. An odd smile spread over her features. Languidly, as much as a cat stretching, she moved to lay in front of him. “I understand. You are playing hard to get. You want your sis to coax you into giving her what she wants.”
André blinked, his brain having more or less stopped higher functioning. He only managed to weakly sputter “wait” before Marie moved her hand down towards his pants. “And here I was thinking that the thought of your sis with bigger tits would be enough,” she pouted. Marie’s fingers passed through his pants’ band and touched the pulsing rod beneath. Whatever blood was taking a holiday from making his brain work had seemingly all migrated south. His dick stood out high and pulsating. When Marie held it in her palm, he felt his own heart beating back in her grip.
Fuck. It was all so out of this world.
Marie withdrew her hand, whatever disappointment quickly forgotten when she began to take off her top, showing she wore no bra under. Marie’s breasts were young, supple and surprisingly cute. When Marie put his hand forwards to cup them, they were soft, and warm, and they also reverberated with heat from her chest and heart.
Anime girls had bigger tits, but there was something special about real breasts, for sure.
“Don’t you think I would look better with bigger tits, bro? Just picture it, you sis growing implants just like the other day…”
And André did. He had watched the simulation. Her flesh would ripple and push forward, expanded by the two inorganic orbs growing inside her…
“I really want to get bigger tits, bro… please make me get bigger tits…”
Oh boy. He would not recover from this.
Wait.
Recover.
Recover…
André jumped up and took his phone. Marie perked up at the sight. She let go of his dick, but coiled herself around him.
“Yes,” she asked, “did you get it at last?”
“No, but… I have an idea.”
André entered the app store and downloaded three apps in short succession. Marie didn’t seem impressed.
“What’s that?”
“I’m trying to…” André waited for the three apps to install, then he began to run them as his sister kept on staying too close for comfort. Not that comfort was much on his mind. “… to recover the data. When you deleted it, there might be a chance to…”
The last app pinged as it signalled him an installed program had been recovered.
“Yes!”
“Yes? Did you do it? Will I get my fake tits back?”
“Just a moment,” André said, tapping screen through screen. There. The app was still there. It just… when he opened it, it was back to Version 0.7 beta. Maybe the app had a rollback version to fall back onto in cases like these. It wasn’t that usual.
Then again, an app that could turn his sister’s tits into silicone orbs was not normal on any level.
He opened it.
“Yes! It’s working!” He ran through the usual warnings and stuff (at this point what could go wrong) and opened the menu for breast implants. A huge grin stretched his face as he showed the  display to Marie. She tried to snatch the phone from his hand, but he held it high and out of her reach.
“Hey! I want my tits!”
“In a moment,” he said, still keeping his phone away. “I want to make sure you’ll be good to me when you get your tits back.”
Marie rolled her eyes.
“I’ll suck your dick from time to time.”
André coughed.
“I meant… be nice to me…”
A grin.
“Why, don’t you want me to suck your dick with my enhanced lips? That app can be used form more than just tits, I believe.”
“Well, yes, but…”
“I’ll suck you off… twice a week. Gotta practice anyway.”
It wasn’t the answer he had been looking for, but whatever. At this point, really… whatever. But he couldn’t be that much of a pushover.
“Three times.”
“Fine! Three times! Now, would you put that phone to work? I’m so tired of being flat-chested!”
André nodded, looking at Marie’s chest. She was not flat-chested. The fact she referred to herself as such… was hot. Really fucking hot. Marie seemed to share his sentiment. She leaned forward.
“Watch them, because they won’t be natural for long. I want them to be big and fake! Come on! Push that button, or whatever you are doing!”
André repeated the procedure of the other day. There were considerably less options, and a warning popped up when he selected his sister’s new size.
“Come on! What are you waiting for?”
André pushed away the warning and selected the size. Four hundred ccs. Over the muscle. High profile. There we go. A pair of breast implants, to grow inside his sister in front of his eyes.
“It’s… it’s done.”
“Oh! Oh… I can feel it!” Marie licked her lips, blinked. “Do my lips later. Now, enjoy, bro! Take a good look at my growing tits!”
And they were. Once again, Marie’s tits were growing and bulging, up and out, filling up with silicone as her skin stretched over two round mounds. Her hands caressed flesh growing more and more taut by the second, taking on a polished sheen where skin was so stretched by implants.
“Oh! It’s happening again! I’m growing implants! So good… so big!”
André, tentatively, pushing his luck, put his right hand atop of Marie’s breast.
His luck held, and his sister only grinned wider.
“Can’t keep yourself away from the goods, can you?” She tittered. “I can relate,” she admitted, cupping her own left breast. It was different. Before Marie’s breast were squishy and soft. Now… they were still soft, in a playful sort of way, but there was something inside them that pushed back, that kept their shape rounded and firm, that showed they had been augmented. And they were still so smooth and warm and they smelled as well as before… maybe even better.
“Mmh,” Marie growled as her tits came to their full shape. “Mmh, so good.”
André kneaded his sister’s right tit. The implant pushed the top of the breast up, in a completely unnatural way. These were not his sister’s breasts. These were not even tits anymore. They were tits. Boobs. Fake boobs made for fondling and sucking.
As if on cue, Marie tried to lick her nipple, to no success. Her new tit, while large on her small frame, still was a few centimetres away from her pink tongue.
“Shame,” she said, seemingly disappointed. “Well. I guess we can try a new size later…” she blinked. “Just for fun.”
“Yes… just for fun.”
“Speaking of fun…” Marie pushed her new tits against his chest. They bulged. So soft, so warm against his chest. “You did good. I think you deserve a prize…” Marie lowered her chest until her new tits enveloped his hard dick.
That was it.
André died and went to heaven.
Or this was a dream.
A stubborn dream, as Marie spit onto his dick and began to pump her inflated tits up and down the shaft.
“There, there. Let’s test the new equipment.” She grinned, the odd tinkle once again in her eyes. “Hey, bro. Let’s see how long you can last, while I titfuck you with my new, fake boobs!”
André gulped.
Title: Re: [Update new chapter 5!] New Story - Virtual Cosmetic Surgery
Post by: Hedge on January 09, 2018, 12:04:54 am
This is awesome!   Honestly this is one of the best stories ive had a chance to read... 
Title: Re: [Update new chapter 5!] New Story - Virtual Cosmetic Surgery
Post by: sylvaticus on January 13, 2018, 08:35:40 am
So good. More cup sizes, ccs, and just the sheer erotic joy she gets from her fancy new rack. Followed my exquisite booby greed! Can't wait! Will pay for a patreon, set it up
Title: Re: [Update new chapter 5!] New Story - Virtual Cosmetic Surgery
Post by: NailclipSatan on January 17, 2018, 10:53:21 am
So good. More cup sizes, ccs, and just the sheer erotic joy she gets from her fancy new rack. Followed my exquisite booby greed! Can't wait! Will pay for a patreon, set it up

Thank you! I'm already working on the next chapter, and we might see a bit of that booby greed! As for the rest, you're very kind. I'll see what I can do to set up a patreon or some other way to manage requests.  :)
Title: Re: [Update new chapter 5!] New Story - Virtual Cosmetic Surgery
Post by: Hedge on January 20, 2018, 07:21:33 pm
hell yes!
Title: Re: [Update new chapter 5!] New Story - Virtual Cosmetic Surgery
Post by: irkf on January 22, 2018, 01:40:51 am
Amazing story! Can't wait to read next chapter!
Title: Re: [Update new chapter 5!] New Story - Virtual Cosmetic Surgery
Post by: Hedge on January 22, 2018, 01:41:50 am
You and me both lol
Title: Re: [Update new chapter 5!] New Story - Virtual Cosmetic Surgery
Post by: SaidNuffman on January 22, 2018, 03:03:25 pm
please do not rush the author, when you want to do something perfectly, "to lick all the corners", but at that time you have to throw it into the audience as soon as possible, it makes you nervous, I know for myself :-\ :) :)
Title: Re: [Update new chapter 5!] New Story - Virtual Cosmetic Surgery
Post by: NailclipSatan on January 23, 2018, 06:15:38 pm
please do not rush the author, when you want to do something perfectly, "to lick all the corners", but at that time you have to throw it into the audience as soon as possible, it makes you nervous, I know for myself :-\ :) :)

Thank you for this. I enjoyed (and enjoy!) your work and it's immensely appreciated to hear these words from you. The chapter is coming, just a bit slower than usual. That said, I wish you the best for your own work, SaidNuffman. Thank you again and thank you for reading this. I hope you appreciated it!
Title: Re: [Update new chapter 5!] New Story - Virtual Cosmetic Surgery
Post by: SaidNuffman on January 23, 2018, 08:52:45 pm
please do not rush the author, when you want to do something perfectly, "to lick all the corners", but at that time you have to throw it into the audience as soon as possible, it makes you nervous, I know for myself :-\ :) :)

Thank you for this. I enjoyed (and enjoy!) your work and it's immensely appreciated to hear these words from you. The chapter is coming, just a bit slower than usual. That said, I wish you the best for your own work, SaidNuffman. Thank you again and thank you for reading this. I hope you appreciated it!

Sure! Your stories are really great! as soon as  I can build the second working computer, I will do the renders for this story.
Title: Re: [Update new chapter 5!] New Story - Virtual Cosmetic Surgery
Post by: NailclipSatan on January 23, 2018, 09:05:44 pm
Whoa! Thank you! That's some incredible news for me! Thanks a lot, can't wait! :D
Title: Re: [Update new chapter 5!] New Story - Virtual Cosmetic Surgery
Post by: NailclipSatan on January 29, 2018, 10:10:29 pm
Here we go with yet another new chapter! I hope you truly enjoy this one, and I wish to send you all just one big huge THANK YOU for your support. I enjoyed all of your posts and all of your eagerness to read my little escapades. Thank you. Your words reinforced my confidence as a writer and a person, and I am truly grateful. Hope you'll enjoy this one too!

On a related note, given the interest around this new method of transformation, feel free to use the VCS app in your own stories, renders and whatnot ... consider it creative common by now. Keep also in mind:

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Happy reading! \/






Turns out, André didn’t last long. The feeling of Marie’s new fake boobs as they hid his hard dick, their firmness, the feeling of the inert mass inside them… it was enough to make him shoot his load into her new cleavage in just a couple minutes. Marie pushed her left boob against her face and tried to lick it away, but she couldn’t so she scooped it up with her right finger, putting it against her mouth.
“Hm, not bad,” she said, “salty.” She puckered her lips. “Hey. My lips are still too thin for my taste. Let’s see what you can do.”
“R-right,” André answered, still coming back from his orgasm. He brought up the phone and backtracked to the lips options. They were less then breast ones, and mostly defaulted to either:

* implants
or
* fillers

“D-do you want implants or fillers,” André asked. Marie inched closer to look at the screen, her big boobs wobbling, but not too much, still touching at the top, where the implant gave them their domed shape.
“I just want big. What’s the difference?”
“Fillers may create a more natural shape, while implants are shaped like… small thin bananas, and are inserted into your lips.”
“What gives the best results?”
André, thinking back to his encyclopedic knowledge of plastic surgeries, answered:
“I think… I think fillers are best.”
“Are you sure? Can I go big enough? I want to have huge cock-pillows you know!”
She said it with such confidence… this wasn’t his sister. Something must have had happened. Something to do with all those warnings he skimmed through…
“Hey!” Marie brought him back to reality. “Are you finished daydreaming? I want better lips for my next blowjob, so you can tell me how good it is. Come on, select a size!”
“All right, all right, calm down,” André pushed the fillers options, and he found himself in front of a slider. A slider? The other version didn’t have sliders. Maybe this was yet another difference between versions? He was using the 0.7 one…
“So?”
“Here we go. Two ccs lower lip, one upper lip...” that did not sound too bad, did it?
“Hmm maa leeps are hingwy…” Marie said as she touched her lips. They curled out and up, slowly filling up with filler. The lower lip bulged out a little more, giving her mouth an experienced look that made André’s dick twitch. “Hmmm…” Marie puckered her new lips as they stopped growing. “Not bad. Could you, like, give me a little more on upper lip?”

“Okay…” André pushed the slider yet further, setting it to two ccs for Marie’s upper lip, which grew and rounded up, losing its cupid’s bow and giving her an inflated, polished look, as if the doctor had made sure to give her the most plastic appearance possible.
“’hey feel soo hood,” Marie moaned as she passed her fingers over her puckered lips. “So, bro, ‘ow do I ‘ook?” The slight lisp her new lips gave her was almost too much for André, who almost came then and there.
“G-good,” he gulped.
“Only good? With these new large lips and my fake tits? In fact…” Marie weighed her options, something akin to doubt crossing her mind, like a shadow. “… maybe you went a little too small.”
“Too small?”
“Why are so doubtful? Don’t you like your new and improved sister?” Marie struck a pose. Her tits wobbled against each other, but kept their round shape, unmistakeably fake. “Maybe you should improve me a little more… give me one more cup size!”
“One more cup size…” André only could wonder what his sister would look like with one more cup size! She was already pushing D territory, and with another cup size… she would have been impossibly busty for a teenager like her! Something no girl could have, unless she went under the knife… and she wanted all people to know… “… alright.” He came back to the breast menu, ignoring the flashing warnings popping up here and there. One more cup size… that ought to be about 150ccs, right? Maybe a little less.

“I’m putting 150ccs more in, okay? That would put you to 550 ccs total.”
Marie made her tits wobble.
“Nah. Let’s go with 600ccs.”
“… okay.” André’s finger hovered over the button. He bit his lip and passed the phone to her sister.
“What?”
“You… you do it. I want to see you do it.”
“Why should I?”
“You said you would be nice to me!”
“Alright…” the same odd glint flashed from Marie’s eyes. She grinned. “You want to see you big sister making herself even bigger, don’t you? Naughty boy. Here… we… go.” Marie pushed on the phone. Immediately, her breasts started wobbling and pushing out, a new amount of silicone being filled inside them. They shed what little natural shape they could have kept, turning at last into two large spherical orbs that had nothing to spare with home-grown tits. And tits they were his sister did not have breasts any more. Marie wobbled and almost let the phone fall, quickly caught by André.
“Look out!” he said, but Marie was too engrossed with her improved rack to really pay attention.
“Ooh look at them… what have I done to me… I’m such a *WOMAN*! Like, a huge *WOMAN*!” she licked her new lips. “Hmm… I gotta make use of these, like, right now!”

Marie put her newly enhanced lips to work, puckering them and sucking André, cock, who believed he was now in paradise, or some related neighborhood at any rate, one filled with plastic babes. And his improved sister was mewling all over his cock, slobbering from her fat lips.
The phone flashed red. André tried to see what it was warning about, but before he could, Marie, hand went up to caress his cheek, then go down towards his neck and chest. She lifted her eyes. The same odd light shone in them, an oddly hungry light, hungry for… for what? Cocks, and silicone, and then… what?
“Like, sooo good! My new lips are so puffy and good! I’m such a cock*WOMAN*!”
“Well, maybe we should…”
“Yeah, like, do my tits next!”
“I… already did your tits.”

“Uh?” Marie blinked, with all the intelligence of a cucumber behind her blue eyes… were her eyes always so blue…? And then she cupped her breasts, making the silicone inside them sway out and up. “No, like, you totally need to do them again!” She giggled. “Marie wants boobies!”
André ought to put an end to this madness. Warnings or not, the app was definitely changing more than Marie’s boobs. He had to stop this. His fingers wriggled towards the phone… approached the Revert button… his eyes wandered towards Marie’s expecting smile, her eyes so vapid, her smile so genuine… she breathed in and out and her ample tits jiggled, what little they could. She was so nice. She had been so nice as of late. Very nice, kind, cock-sucking aside.
He needed his sister, though.
“Alright,” André said. “Alright,” he repeated, with more strength in his voice. “This ends now.”

“Uh? What do you, like, mean, Andy-poo?”
“One THOUSAND ccs tits coming right up!” André tapped on the phone, tossed it forgotten on the bed, where it jumped out of sight, out of mind.
Eeeep-!” Marie tossed her head back as her tits exploded forward. There was no subtle adjusting of mass this time, they simply ballooned to a size almost equal to her head, all pumped up and ready, shedding any pretence of realness or similitude. “… eeaah! My tits! My tits are huuge,” she said, too preoccupied with the orgasm she was having from her turbo-charged, thumb-sized nipples to care. Her mouth curled up in a huge smile.
“Like, thank you so much, baby bro! You like know always what’s better for me! Can I suck your cock?”
“Use…” André gulped, and cupped her left tit. It stood firm and unyielding beneath his fingers. This was more silicone than flesh, anyway. And his sis was more bimbo than Marie by then. “… use your tits,” he commanded.
“Like, sure!” Marie tittered and slowed down her huge tits, covering André’s cock as they massaged it, coaxing every last sperm out of it. André lost of all sense of time. The bedroom dissolved, and for the longest time, he couldn’t say how long, everything that was in his room was just his sister, his sister’s tits, his sister’s warm tits, and her pussy, and the throbbing, red-hot pleasure around his cock.
Then, all of a sudden, not even lust could sustain André’s spent body. He collapsed on the bed, Marie falling seconds after him, her body covered in cum and sweat, her face lit up by a vapid smile.

“Hee hee…” she managed to murmur as her hands roamed her enlarged, pneumatic chest. “… so good, so good…” then her eyes closed down and she began softly snoring.
André looked at her. Her hair was, well, not blonder, but it looked a lot softer. Her skin was now perfect, as it was her ass. She was a vision. A vision he would enjoy forever, if only he did not need a drink.
André, still wheezing, sat up from the bed.
Crack.
Something broke.

Looking down, André found out it being the phone, first, and his heart, second.
“Oh no no no fuck no no no please no…” he pleaded as he picked up the broken remains of the phone, fragments of the display littering the floor. A sparkle or two frizzed from the shattered case, and from the fried circuits inside. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”
He… he was fucked now.
“Yep… fuck…” answered Marie from her peaceful sleep.
André turned away from his phone and towards her form. He had never seen her so relaxed. A soft smile puckered her plumped lips. He hands were cutely held together in front of her plastic chest. She seemed so unreal, now. So cute and sexy at the same time. André let go of the phone, putting it on the bed.

He turned towards his sister and spooned her on the bed. His cock rose at the touch with her booty, but he ignored it. Well, maybe he could have given her a little more down there. No use for it now. Oh well squats were still a thing. He put his trembling arms around his sister, who wiggled contently against him. She was so warm and soft, and so firm around her chest. Her smile grew and she lifted a hand to suck on a thumb. “Blblbl…” she muttered in her sleep. André snickered.
His whole world had crashed around him. There was no telling what his parents would say as soon as his new sister was revealed to them, in all her plastic glory.
“Blblbl…” Marie bubbled again, and again André laughed. Whatever.
He took her in his arms, plastic boobs and all, and she whispered “… love you baby-bro…”
André hiccuped and held her closer. She was so warm. And so cute and happy…
Maybe he really could get used to this.
“… love you too, sis,” he admitted, and then closed his eyes.       


Title: Re: [Update new chapter 6!] New Story - Virtual Cosmetic Surgery
Post by: widemind on January 30, 2018, 01:29:16 pm
Too bad , it's too fast ... In one chapter she got:

- mind altered
- 1000cc
- huge lips
- she is now sucking her brother dick without asking ..

Too much in just one chapter ... she did not even had the time to try what her implants will do in public and change her mind for bigger
Title: Re: [Update new chapter 6!] New Story - Virtual Cosmetic Surgery
Post by: draznitelq on January 31, 2018, 01:15:09 am
Too bad , it's too fast ... In one chapter she got:

- mind altered
- 1000cc
- huge lips
- she is now sucking her brother dick without asking ..

Too much in just one chapter ... she did not even had the time to try what her implants will do in public and change her mind for bigger
I could not disagree more. I think actually the fun starts here. Can't wait to see their parents reaction when Marie's funbags enter the room a couple of minutes before her. Keep up the good work man and let us enjoy how she would not be able to hide her assets from anyone she meets!
Title: Re: [Update new chapter 6!] New Story - Virtual Cosmetic Surgery
Post by: iwantdrink on February 01, 2018, 12:59:01 am
I suggest to make her lips and vagina lips enormous, would be great to read about givimg her an THICC ass and thigs :)
Title: Re: [Update new chapter 6!] New Story - Virtual Cosmetic Surgery
Post by: Hedge on February 01, 2018, 01:01:33 am
Guys be a little nicer here.  I love what he’s doing.  Just keep doing your thing, this is fantastic
Title: Re: [Update new chapter 6!] New Story - Virtual Cosmetic Surgery
Post by: sylvaticus on February 01, 2018, 09:56:22 pm
Awesome. Can't wait for the next one
Title: Re: [Update new chapter 6!] New Story - Virtual Cosmetic Surgery
Post by: kingbrowser on February 03, 2018, 05:06:51 am
Yeah the unnoticed mind alterations was inspired

Really, really hope you keep adding to this.
Title: Re: [Update new chapter 6!] New Story - Virtual Cosmetic Surgery
Post by: Hedge on February 11, 2018, 12:33:50 am
Probably the best fantasy implant story I have heard.
Title: Re: [Update new chapter 6!] New Story - Virtual Cosmetic Surgery
Post by: irkf on February 12, 2018, 12:52:58 pm
Is the story going to be continued? The last chapter was full of events and since the iPhone was broken it looks like final.
Title: Re: [Update new chapter 6!] New Story - Virtual Cosmetic Surgery
Post by: NailclipSatan on March 15, 2018, 10:36:11 pm
First of all, I want to let you all know how amazed I am at the wonderful feedback and support this story got. I couldn't even image how much you'd enjoy this. As I said, I thought this could be goo,d but this good? I had no idea! And this is also the reason why I'm about to present you with a final chapter and conclusion to the story: you guys just deserved it, it couldn't be otherwise.
Another thing: I have been suggested to set up a Patreon. I might do it in the future, but right now I prefer to stick to commission, because between work and real life I can't get out words constantly and if I do set it up I want it to be from a place where I can consistently provide you with fun. I'll try to write a couple more posts soon, and we'll see how that goes! Hope you're excited!
 
I want you to know that reading your amazing comments has been a highlight of my day and I hope you find this final piece interesting... as it points out there will be more, at least in this kind of story. As you might find out once at the end, there's a certain character here who still wants to have some fun.
I hope you have fun too!






Epilogue I

Things didn't get much more interesting after that.
The amazing, mysterious app now gone, there was little André could do to change his situation, or the predicament his sister was in, in fact.
Their mother went into shock when she saw Marie's new look. Her straining fake breasts against her shirt, her enhanced lips, her permanent and happy smile. She got used to it, though. New and improved Marie would probably never be that smart again, she would not go to law school or anything, but she was sweet, she was kind, and she did her chores, helping in the house much more than before.
As for the new... additions to her chest, their mother just had to buy new wardrobe for Marie's expanded assets. André would have wanted to keep his parents in the dark about the origins of Marie's fake tits, but Marie had seen no evil in telling them... luckily keeping out the fact Marie and André had been fucking like rabbits the moment their parents turned their heads.
It had seemed impossible, but for Marie to get extensive cosmetic surgery, the equivalent of liposuction, at least two breast augmentations, a nose job, together with all the minor cosmetic stuff, without spending a cent, and in the space of a night... it begged any kind of explanation, really. A magical app that went haywire was as good as any.
Kids these days, at any rate, always playing with stuff they don't understand, their mother had said in the end. Serves them right.
So, in the end, their mother seemed to have accepted it all. In fact, André caught her a couple times looking on youtube for breast augmentation procedures. He kept his mouth shut about it, though.
Better not to say anything. If his mother wanted to bring herself up to Marie's proportions, it was her choice.
He had stopped tampering with people's bodies. Mostly because he had lost the mean of doing it, but, well. He considered himself reformed. An upstanding citizen. And thanks to Marie's generous, uh, help, he had even managed to start focusing on school work for once. His grades had gotten better, just as Marie's plummeted for a time, before some magical intervention (most likely the judicious application of Marie's improved lips on professor's cocks) made it so they floated back into excellence in a span of weeks.
Everyone was happy.
Marie was even on better terms with Annette, her once-rival, who now was completely overshadowed by her fake, 1000ccs tits. There was just no beating a teenage plastic *WOMAN*, even for one as naturally blessed as Annette.
And in all this, André began to find the peace of mind he had been chasing for so long.
Indeed, things didn't get much more interesting after that.
For a while.

Epilogue II

These last few days had been horrible for Annette. That... that *WOMAN*, that whore, that huge stinking pile of human waste that was Marie Rodin stole the spotlight in the school! Stolen! From her! She couldn't believe how such a huge fake *WOMAN* could attract any attention. She was dumb, even more as of late, she was tiring with her constant giggling and fake smile on her fake lips... she was... she was...
She was better than Annette, that's what she was.
At least in the eyes of boys.
Which. Wasn't. The. Real. Way. Of. Looking. At. Things.
Annette had always been so proud of her real beauty, her real breasts, her real ass, her real luscious lips. All taken away by a huge fucking *WOMAN* who sucked professors cocks and, she was sure, even sucked her own brother's dick!
Annette fell down on her bed, exhausted from her rage and frustration.
Well, maybe not her brother's dick. Maybe that was a little too much even for a whore like Marie.
Still.
She was a huge *WOMAN*.
And she had Annette beaten.
Annette cupped her breasts. They were so full, so soft. They were perfect. What was there not to love?
Sure they might turn into sagging bags of fat in forty or fifty years, but they were still perky even with their size, and they were hers. No need to compensate with silicone.
No need to.
Not ever.
Annette sighed and opened up her youtube app. Might as well check out a few makeup videos...
Still, her heart was not satisfied. And after mindlessly droning through one youtube video after the next, she found herself dialing her father.
She had a huuuge favour to ask.
Papa would understand.
He always understood.
"Papa? It's me. Listen... about what I wanted for my birthday..."



Epilogue III


Marie entered Professor Dubois office. The man was middle-aged, though still pleasant-looking, with his sharp eyes and squared jaw. That jaw fell when he lifted his eyes from his desk to look at the new and improved Marie.
"M-m-m-iss Rodin? Is... is that you?"
"Like, yeah!" Marie pirouetted, showing off her new, large and augmented breasts, their profile positively inflated. There was no way such a petite and slim girl like her could possess such a huge pair, or that they would grow so big in a couple days. She wore a low-cut top that seemed about to explode from the pressure inside her bra. Her nipples were already hard, denting her bra' surface. Marie giggled, cupping her mouth with a manicured hand, highlighting her new full lips. They made her look so *WOMAN*ty.
"Miss Rodin, what have you done... what have you done to yourself?"
"Like, nothing much. And Papa said I must not tell anybody, so, uh-uh! Not telling you. Like my new tittes anyway? They're silicone!"
"S-silicone," the professor said between himself as his eyes were drawn to those beautiful inorganic orbs, sticking out like bolt-ons on her petite frame. "You got implants?"
"Yeah! Good, nice ones! Do you want to see them?"
"What? Miss Rodin, what are you thinking?"
Marie giggled and hopped closer to the desk, making sure to show off her cleavage and the creamy expanse of her naked thighs.
"I'm thinking, like, professor Dubois is always so nice to me it would be nice to give something back!"
"S-something like what?"
"I was thinking..." Marie touched her inflated lips, "something nice. Something you'd like."
Marie leaned to the side and crouched next to the professor' shocked form. She did a quick work of his belt and pants and took out his already-hard cock.
"Whoa! Like, so nice! Mind if I give it a little liiick?"
Not waiting for the professor's answer, Marie took his cock in her mouth, starting to slurp with her inflated lips, moaning as the professor slowly let go of all his scruples and began to move his hips, starting to fuck her face.
Maria moaned even harder. She loved some cock in the morning. What were her collagen-filled pillows good for, after all?
She couldn't wait to get back home and tell her beloved brother all about it. It would get him so hard... and Andre was so cute as he complimented her new fake tits!
He was so nice! Maybe today she would tell him to fuck her in the ass. He got Marie her new life, and her new tits, after all. He deserved something back.


Epilogue IV

Auguste Rodin sat at his computer at the end of a long day of work. He stretched, moaning after his tired muscles. Damn, he needed a break. Maybe a vacation. Maybe more.
But he loved working. He loved working and he loved his work.
No one else could do things the way he did after all.
"Marianne," he called the receptionist, "a glass of sauvignon, please."
"At once," Marianne obeyed. She stood up from her chair, wobbling on her five inches heels, and strutted towards the liquor cabinet, moving in such a way to highlight her perfect, long legs, the smooth curve of her ass, made especially perky every way she moved by the two 400ccs silicone implants inside them. She turned just enough to show off her large, augmented breasts, 800ccs each of inorganic silicone mounted inside what once used to be her natural Ds. Which were the reason Marianne had been hired two years before.
Marianne and Auguste had quickly become friends.
And as of late, Marianne was an even better friend. So helpful. So nice. So augmented.
She poured the drink inside a crystal glass, handing it to Auguste.
"Thank you," he said, sipping from the wine. "Uhm, you know what, Marianne?"
"What, sir?"
"My teenage daughter has tits bigger than yours now."
  Marianne looked half-jealous, half-overjoyed. Her fascination with everything plastic battled with her natural girlish jealousy.
"Uhh... good for her, I guess? Who did them? Are they under the muscle or..."
"Thank you, she's in love with them. Under the muscle as far as I can guess. I didn't have a chance to... inspect them."
"Uhh, sir, under the muscle? Silicone or saline?"
"Silicone."
"Uhh... I hope she has good projection then. At that age is the most important thing they can hope for, projection."
Auguste agreed. If only because Marianne had been sharing his own views for a while.
"She's a hot little tart. So fake. You would love her."
"Teenage plastic *WOMAN*s are the best."
"Indeed. As for who did her new tits..." Auguste snickered. "Well that would just be ruining the surprise."




And this is it... for now. I hope you liked this conclusion, as it leaves a couple things to be discovered...   ;)
Title: Re: [Complete!] New Story - Virtual Cosmetic Surgery
Post by: Hedge on July 01, 2018, 04:42:07 pm
Is there anyway you could continue this..  ?   I absolutely loved how Taboo and awesome this was.  It was just hot.  By far my favorite story.  It has so much potential.