Debbie didn’t really mind the size of the new implants, not that she had a choice even if she had minded it.
Her current tits had been quite the upgrade at the time, but technology had progressed quite a bit in the intervening years, so she was ready for the next step.
She’d married Roger in her early twenties, when he was in his forties, mostly as a financial arrangement. It was hard for a young person to get ahead, and when Roger came along with a offer of financial security in exchange for her physical appearance, she’d jumped at it.
The first set of implants he’d had her get were just a little large than the one by her left hand, which she had been prepared for. What she hadn’t been prepared for was the tiny little chip that he’d had installed in her head at the same time.
It was from one of his many subsidiary companies, designed to help rehabilitate criminals and the like, she hadn’t even noticed it at first. By the time she had, it was too late, it had twisted her thoughts into knots and she’d actually thanked him for do it.
There had been several more surgeries after that, some to increase her implants, others to help support them. Two upgrades ago they’d fused her spin to help her support the weight of them.
This time they’d be adding in steel support rods.
She looked over at Roger who was talking to the surgeon.
“Is there anything else?” the surgeon asked.
Roger seemed to think for a moment and then spoke, “Can you do anything about her smile?”
The surgeon looked confused for a moment, “Ah, what do you mean?” he asked.
“Well… can you make it permanent? You know, so no matter how hard I’m pounding her ass she’ll look like she’s having the best time of her life?”
The surgeon seemed to go into deep thought and then after a moment nodded, “Yes, I think I have an idea that might fit your request.”
“Great! When do you want her?”
“Give me two weeks, I’ll have the nurse schedule the details with your assistant.”
“Oh, speaking of which, I’ll send over another chip so when you do her tits next you can install it.”
“Sure, no problem.” the surgeon replied and then the two men shook hands and Roger started to walk out of the exam room.
Debbie followed along behind him, not sure if the happiness she felt was because of the chip, or the fact that Roger had been true to the deal they’d made.
Sure, he’d alter her mind and body beyond what she thought was possible, but she was financially secure. Roger provided everything she could ever want for, and never complained when she wanted something. Of course, what she usually wanted was his cock inside of her… but he delivered that too.
