Ashlee woke up disoriented at The Academy. She vaguely remembered arriving, signing stacks of paperwork and then being rushed into a medical center for her procedures. Now she laid alone in a hospital bed in a large room with dozens of empty beds.
She looked down at her chest. Her implants were huge, at least double Ds. Her tits were just a little too big for her petite frame. They weren’t comically sized, but they were big and perky and would send a clear message to men that they were enhanced to be used for their pleasure.
A corset was laced up tightly around her petite waist. She picked up a hand mirror next to her bed. Her lips were now big and plump. Her eyebrows and lashes were enhanced to make her more perfect and feminine.
Ashlee was scared, overwhelmed and tired. Her head was foggy and felt drugged. For days she slipped in and out of her drug-induced sleep. She had flashes of doctors and men in suits surrounding her bed. She remembered moments of these men fondling her new breasts, slapping her face with their stiff dicks and the feeling of hot cum being sprayed across her limp, helpless body. Sometimes she thought it was just a horrible nightmare, but then she’d wake to her undressed body covered in dried semen.