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Steamy, sweltering Thailand. As I strolled the streets, an advertisement caught my eye. The bold words, written in an alphabet I couldn't understand, followed by the universally recognized term - "enlargement surgery." Underneath, a mass of Thai text, presumably the details of the procedure. A cartoonish, grinning man with a blurred censor bar across the crotch stood alongside it. I couldn't help a chuckling snort.

The clinic was a clean, sterile place, the air conditioning a welcome reprieve from the muggy outside heat. I pointed to the advertisement I'd taken a photo of, jabbing a finger under the word I recognized. The receptionist nodded, she handed me some paperwork. I squinted at the fine print, but the Thai script remained a mystery. Thinking I was making the right choice, I shrugged and signed.

Next thing I know, I’m waking up from the anesthesia with this incredibly tight bandage around my chest and this undeniable weight sitting on it. A bit weird for a dick surgery but maybe it's standard procedure here?

The weight in my chest was noticeable. I tried to sit up and felt a strange heaviness weighing me down in front. My hands instinctively reached to touch the area, feeling the strange swell pushing against the fabric of the hospital gown. My fingers felt the firmness beneath them, the soft, unnatural mound that should not have been there.

"Fuck. What the hell did they put in my chest?" I groaned, sitting up in the hospital bed. I tugged at the neckline of my hospital gown, pulling it down to get a better look. Jesus fuck, they were huge. F-cup? G-cup? I had no idea how to gauge these things, but my chest was definitely sporting something more than man-boobs now.

Wincing from the sudden pull on my tender skin, I gingerly touch the swell of my chest again. They were sensitive, alright, each touch sending a strange zinging sensation straight to my nipples. Hell, even my nipples felt different, hard and peaked against the fabric of my gown.

Finally cornering one of the nurses for an explanation, she tells me through her broken English that what I'd signed up for wasn’t a cock-upgrade but a damn breast augmentation surgery!

Description
Steamy, sweltering Thailand. As I strolled the streets, an advertisement caught my eye. The bold words, written in an alphabet I couldn't understand, followed by the universally recognized term - "enlargement surgery." Underneath, a mass of Thai text, presumably the details of the procedure. A cartoonish, grinning man with a blurred censor bar across the crotch stood alongside it. I couldn't help a chuckling snort.

The clinic was a clean, sterile place, the air conditioning a welcome reprieve from the muggy outside heat. I pointed to the advertisement I'd taken a photo of, jabbing a finger under the word I recognized. The receptionist nodded, she handed me some paperwork. I squinted at the fine print, but the Thai script remained a mystery. Thinking I was making the right choice, I shrugged and signed.

Next thing I know, I’m waking up from the anesthesia with this incredibly tight bandage around my chest and this undeniable weight sitting on it. A bit weird for a dick surgery but maybe it's standard procedure here?

The weight in my chest was noticeable. I tried to sit up and felt a strange heaviness weighing me down in front. My hands instinctively reached to touch the area, feeling the strange swell pushing against the fabric of the hospital gown. My fingers felt the firmness beneath them, the soft, unnatural mound that should not have been there.

"Fuck. What the hell did they put in my chest?" I groaned, sitting up in the hospital bed. I tugged at the neckline of my hospital gown, pulling it down to get a better look. Jesus fuck, they were huge. F-cup? G-cup? I had no idea how to gauge these things, but my chest was definitely sporting something more than man-boobs now.

Wincing from the sudden pull on my tender skin, I gingerly touch the swell of my chest again. They were sensitive, alright, each touch sending a strange zinging sensation straight to my nipples. Hell, even my nipples felt different, hard and peaked against the fabric of my gown.

Finally cornering one of the nurses for an explanation, she tells me through her broken English that what I'd signed up for wasn’t a cock-upgrade but a damn breast augmentation surgery!