When you turned 18, you had a skinny, smooth body, untouched and unmodified, perfect and pretty. And then you started getting surgery. Your flat little natural butt became engorged and enhanced with endless implants and BBLs, injections and fillers. A gigantic, fake, sexy diaper dumper hanging heavy on the back of your body. Your first set of breast implants suddenly felt small. So did your second. And your third. And suddenly you’re on your seventh boobjob, getting expanders installed so you can keep pumping your tits until they’re heavy saline-filled beachballs on your chest. Tattooed, botoxed, filled, and injected until more of your body weight is plastic than person. There’s no going back: this is what you’ve become–a plastic cartoon fucktoy for cock.
