On the day of the surgery, Brittny was incredibly nervous. She arrived early at Cassandra's office, accompanied by Frederic, who stayed with her through the preparations. When she was ready, the anaesthesist adminstered the narcotic. Before drifting off, she grasped his hand weakly and mumbled:
"I'm going to be so sexy ..."
She disappeared into the surgery and Frederic went to the bathroom to give his cock a good fondling.
Meanwhile, Cassandra was hard at work, cutting her skin and inserting the implants one after the other. She started with the butt implants, which turned out to be quite a challenge. The size Brittny had opted for was quite enormous and she found it hard to stuff this kind of implant under her skin. Still, she managed it, closed the wound and went on to work on her tits. Once the implants were in, she gave them their first filling. The skin stretched as she pushed the syringe's plunger in, inflating her once natural, soft breasts with half a litre of saline. The spheres filled slowly, the girl's nipples slowly moving upwards. The syringe was empty, she tested whether there was room for more. The skin was taut, but maybe there was still some space. Maybe 300 ccs. With utmost care, she topped them up, filling the bags to roughly half capacity. She checked their position. The nipples were centred, the soft curvature of her natural breasts replaced by the concave swelling of the implants. It would work. After a bit of needlework, she checked the lips. Due to the breathing apparatus, she'd have to do those once she was waking up. No problem. Cassandra finished the job, bandaged the girl, checked her instruments and gave the assistants a thumbs-up.
Half an hour later, she quickly gave her the lip injections Brittny had wanted and had her wheeled out to her room.