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Regrets?

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If your family and friends think plastic surgery is gross and wonder why people do it, it’ll just make me get off that much harder to do it to you 💉

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IEC Testimonials: 35,000cc record fill! (video)

Just when you thought the Implant Expanders Clinic universe was done, we're so back.

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part of an 8 frame illustrated breast expansion via implants story.

https://www.tumblr.com/zhivaoverdrive/775914184554790912/if-you-want-to-see-into-the-future-and-unblur-the?source=share I'm not fully committed to doing video content like this, the technology seems to be in its infancy and im sure this will look like cave scratchings compared to what is possible in 6 months. so it is imperfect, very much so, but does it appear to convincingly be a part of the unmistakable firmness story? if so, maybe i could pursue things like this more.

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Filling the Void Breast Expansion and Butt Expansion via Saline Expander Implants.

But you've seen the image, too late.

Each image from the poster wall is available in full on the extras gallery, some with their own small stories.

Have fun.

----- As I pushed open the door, my eyes widened in horror. Lani lay sprawled across her bed, her body resembling a collection of medicine balls that had been inflated one too many times. Her breasts hung from her chest like overfilled water balloons, threatening to burst at any moment. 

The soft light cast by the lamp on her nightstand danced across her skin, highlighting every vein and crease as if trying to accentuate the sheer magnitude of her transformation. The implants themselves seemed to be straining against Lani's skin, like four enormous balloons about to burst at any moment.

Lani's eyes snapped towards mine, wide with surprise and shame. She looked guilty, her face flushed like a person who'd just been caught cheating. Her gaze darted around the room as if searching for a way to make this situation disappear, but the evidence was undeniable. It was like trying to hide a skyscraper behind a curtain – impossible.

I took in the scene: her already-enormous frame now straining against the seams of reality; empty saline solution bottles littering the room like discarded confetti; and Lani's body... altered, distended by the relentless stream of liquid she'd forced into it. The four orbs of saline inside her seemed to be straining against their containment, as if desperate to escape were it not for Lani's stretched skin holding on with all its might.

"It's not that big of a deal," she said, her voice laced with justification. "I'm fine. Just... just this little bit more..."

I took a deep breath before speaking. "Lani, I know we agreed monthly would be the limit," I reminded her gently.  "But you know how close you came to... complications. And yet here you are again, doing it without supervision."

Lani looked at me pleadingly, her eyes welling up with tears. "Please," she whispered, the air thickening with shame and desperation.

The shame and desperation, struggled to come to terms with being caught. AGAIN.

On one hand, I was impressed by her willingness to take control of her body and push the boundaries of what society considers "OK".

But I was also worried about how far she was taking things. Like, expanders... that's some next-level stuff.

And not just that - Lani had taken her body modification game to a whole new level by having expanders in her butt as well.

I couldn't help but wonder what kind of discomfort she must be going through with those things implanted in her backside. And yet...part of me couldn't help but admire her spirit.

I get that Lani wanted to change herself, but this was just crazy. "You're not even trying to hide what you're doing," I said, shaking my head in amazement. "You're trying to turn yourself into a human balloon or something!"

But as soon as the words left my mouth, I knew I had spoken too bluntly.

"You're using expanders like they're some kind of...I don't know, saline-filled superpower or something!" I said, trying to lighten my tone.

"I just need this one more time," she said quietly, her voice filled with reverence.  "I promise I'll slow down after this. It's not like..."

She trailed off, looking down at the floor as if embarrassed by her own words. But that did not last long.

Lani gazed up at the posters on her wall. Her gaze lingered on the statuesque figures, their bodies seemingly defying gravity itself - their breasts rose up from their chests like mountains, butts jutted out far behind them.

"Look at them," Lani said quietly, her voice filled with awe and longing. "They're doing it... Just look at them - so many people adore them, that one's been on TV!"

As Lani admired these perfect forms of femininity, the competing idea inside of her believed she was still the waifish girl she'd been years ago stewed. Trapped between two conflicting realities unable to be reconciled.

"And honestly, what's another litre of saline when you're already..."

I didn't push her for more. Another unnecessary question. A different tack was in order.

"Lani, baby," I said carefully,

"You've never removed ANY saline before. I'm not even exactly sure if we can. What if this is a one-way process without going back to the doctor..."

Her eyes dropped, and she nodded slowly. "I know, but what's the worst that could happen? You'll still l-" "Ah," I interrupted her, trying to sound more reassuring than concerned. "The weight of... well, let me ask you this: how much saline are we talking about here?"

Lani looked down at her chest, a sheepish expression spreading across her face. "I've got 10 litres in each boob.."

My eyes widened in shock. Ten litres per implant? That was... that was a lot of saline. A lot more than last time.

"And?" I prompted, trying to keep my tone light despite the gravity of the situation.

Lani faltered for a moment before she spoke up again. "And... um... well, I might have also exceeded 10 litres in each butt cheek."

My jaw dropped. She couldn't be serious. Could she?

"Lani," I said softly, trying to keep my tone gentle despite the shock and concern I was feeling. "You're telling me that you've got a total of 40,000cc saline forced in your body?"

Lani nodded sheepishly, her face flushing with embarrassment.

I glanced at Lani's ass and saw the telltale signs of strain: deep creases in her skin, fine lines tracing the contours of each implant, and an eerie sheen that hinted at stretchmarks. Her veins stood out like blue highways, pulsing with effort as they struggled to deliver oxygen to her skin.

"The weight of this much saline is crushing you," I said firmly. "You've already been struggling with everyday tasks for months now. You're going to continue to struggle even more as time goes on. Your body simply can't keep up."

Lani's gaze faltered as she tried to consider the consequences of her actions.

"What does the future hold?" I continued. "Don't even get me started on trying to cook dinner or do laundry. You're being short-sighted! What happens when you can't even get out of bed in the morning?"

The silence between us grew thick with unspoken understanding – a tacit agreement that more caution was needed, but also a recognition that we were both too afraid to seek help.

She nodded slowly, her eyes never leaving mine.

"You're right," she said quietly. "I'll need you".

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Saline Thief, 4 Today’s fill - enough to transform any other woman from a bystander into a spectacle, but on her, it barely registered.

--- The IV bag ticked like a clock counting down to some inevitable doom. Amy watched the digital display count upwards relentlessly: 120cc... 380cc... 750cc. With each update of the display, the saline in her chest felt heavier, crushing her under its weight.

4,500cc? Lies. This wasn’t just another "bump," this was feeding a monster she barely understood anymore.

Her left breast throbbed with a dull ache, stretching against the confines of her skin.  30,750cc... 31,200cc....  She kept track in her head, the real number she kept hidden from all.

They knew. Amy was certain of it. They weren't fooled by her facade, not for a second. She knew about the midnight raids, the stolen saline, the ever-expanding desire threatening to consume Amy whole. But they played along, this twisted game of cat and mouse, letting Amy walk right into a trap.

Nurse Laura had called it a "teeny overfill," but Amy knew better. She was already monstrously large, pushing the limits of what felt human. This injection would push her further, into territory she couldn’t imagine. As the saline flowed, a familiar combination of fear and exhilaration coursed through Amy.

Oh god, what have I done? she thought, mentally slapping herself.  I'm like a walking water balloon… a teeny overfill?

Would this ruin any chance of finding someone who loved her for who she was? The thought flitted through her mind, quickly extinguished.

Her tits were just so huge since her last late night escapade. In the rush of that intrusion, she hadn't bothered to count anymore. But they were huge. Gigantic. God, I'm a freak. Am I the biggest in the world?

The numbers ticked by, each one another nail in the coffin. 32,500cc... 33,000cc... Amy closed her eyes as she counted the hidden total, trying to block out sensation of her swelling breast. It felt alien, a shocking caricature of femininity. Yet, she couldn’t deny the thrill coursing through her.

Nurse Laura’s bubbly demeanor grated on Amy's nerves. She saw through it all – the feigned concern, the over-the-top enthusiasm.  It was a performance designed to goad Amy, to push her further down this dark path. And Amy, caught in the web she'd woven herself, couldn't help but play along.

The IV beeped, jolting Amy back to reality. Laura appeared in the doorway, that ominous smile plastered on her face.

Well, well," Laura chirped, her gaze lingering on Amy's chest. "Looks like our teeny overfill barely made a ripple! You're practically symmetrical still. I wonder what it’s going to take to really do the job… perhaps in this case we can push just a little further?

Amy glanced down at her chest. It felt heavier, tighter, the saline stretching her skin. But visually, the difference was barely there. A wave of disappointment washed over her. Today’s fill - enough to transform any other woman from a bystander into a spectacle, but on her, it barely registered.

Her right breast, a hefty 30,000cc when she walked in, should have looked noticeably smaller next to its counterpart now holding a staggering 34,500cc. But despite the numbers screaming a vast disparity, visually... it didn’t. The sheer volume she already possessed swallowed the increase whole.

"You know," Laura continued, leaning in conspiratorially, "some girls might be scared by how much we're putting in. But you? Well.."

34,500cc, 10 pounds of saline forced into her breast, rendered irrelevant by the sheer scale she already possessed... How could she be so big and still crave more? The thought terrified her… and yet, a tiny voice whispered at the back of her mind: Just a little bit more won't hurt.

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Saline Thief, 3

At this moment, all Amy wished was that the nurse would speak quietly. But alas.

"Now, I know it says scheduled fill here, but it's been a while since we've seen you!" chirped the nurse Laura, as the two women walked from the waiting room.

"I've just been b-" Amy began.

"XL expander implants, 8000cc capacity! Wow" said Laura, her tone hovering between playful and concerning.

"So much room to grow, but maybe we can max you out today!" she continued.

"This is absurd" thought Amy to herself.

"Here I am, struggling to keep walking pace, my tits pumped so huge they're pulling me off balance with every step.

I don't own any bras, I can't even find a place to custom make me one.

This nurse KNOWS what I've done, why is she teasing me this way? Should I just admit it-"

Entering the room, Laura motioned for her to sit.

"Okie dokie! shirt off. Let's see what we can do today huh!" said the nurse gleefully.

Moment of truth, perhaps time to rip the bandaid off?

Surely the charade would end once her monstrously expanded breasts were exposed.

Noone can look at what I've done to myself... and let me go further. 

These spheres I'm attached to, their tortured vein covered skin, areolas stretched as wide as a palm.

Amy had been trying to adjust as quickly as she could, but the damage from her night missions was... incalculably.  Unmanageable.

She still didn't have an accurate count, but her '8k expanders' must have been closer to 30,000cc than they were 8. "Sweetie, if you don't mind me saying..." began Laura

Here it comes. I've been such an idiot. Why did I get so ahead of myself...

I should have stayed home, ghosted this place. What did I expect to happen

"You're looking GREAT for only 4500cc! 

I know you've got your heart set on hitting your implant capacity today, but..."

UGH. I don't remember saying that. This is all her idea, she's baiting me.

Wants me to admit what I've done. To save myself.

I can't take any more filling! She knows it!

"Well. Let's not get ahead of ourselves... I can't recommend overfilling you too much, the weight could start to really affect your life you know!" said Laura, as she gently caressed Amy's orbs, either testing their elasticity or appreciating her grossly stretched skin, riddled with veins and stretch marks.

"Doubling your size today with a teeny overfill would really be pushing the limit... you're such a slight girl after all!"

The nurse causally connected the filling apparatus as she spoke, consulting the small electronic control unit in her hand every now and then, when she wasn't touching Amy's hopelessly inflated breasts, that is.

“Try to hold still Amy! You’re wiggling all over the place. Can’t you stand up still for just a moment?” chastised Laura, as her patient struggled to manage the immense burdens in her chest.

Even seated, Amy struggled to stay upright without moving, she was already exhausted…

“I’ve hurt my back-” Amy tried to explain, to no avail.

Nurse Laura grinned. It wasn’t malicious, but it wasn’t friendly.

“You’ll have to look after your back sweetie, they’re not going to get any lighter!

"Rest on the desk, let's get lefty up to capacity, then see how we're looking, shall we? I'll be back to check on you soon!"

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I'm very happy with beshine month #12 and #13, and next months mystery #7 is possible the best morph i have personally done.

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The Surprise

Noone had really believed she would do it. They'd tolerated it, her ... proclivities. Her dreams. But as she tried to sit up in the hospital bed, so 50,000cc of saline in each of Lisa's tits said she might not be so lucky this time.

50 and counting, she thought to herself, the beep in the background was hard to ignore. She could just say the word. She could turn around and ask her to stop. But what for? The time to walk out of this situation without some bridges burned had already passed. *I'm an acquired taste. Even… distasteful. But this'll do massive numbers...*

None had seen her yet, but none had taken the prospect well. The perennial disappointment of a daughter, the black sheep was getting new stripper tits. Tolerated at first; "For god's sake put a jacket on, and be quiet". But that was more than a couple of boob jobs ago.

Friends? Boyfriend? They'd loved it.. in the beginning. How encouraging. "Lisa's so hot, she gets us free drinks, gets us into the VIP room." The thought left a bitter taste. But their loss. *If they don't have the balls to be seen with a girl who's tits get on the news, who needs them*

beep

Her job, that would sting a little bit. Not the first job, who'd long ago fired her. You'd think strip clubs would be a little more open minded. But seemingly not. They had warned her not to do this.

beep

The thoughts circled in Lisa’s head, for how long she didn't know. She pushed them down, show time.

"You don't think my tits are too big, do you?" she said, looking up at the camcorder. "Everyone told me to stop. I'd gone too far. But you don't think so right?" The camera couldn't talk back, but the nurse behind it beamed silently.

Lisa twisted her head around awkwardly, searching for the final occupant of the room. All of her movements would be like that now, awkward, tentative. The two beach balls of salt water strapped to her chest left no other option. Two balloons, each exceeding her old body weight by themselves, were being inflated on her chest. She'd be working around them forever. Bending, twisting, struggling.

"What do you think Sasi, is this enough? Is this what my subs want to see?" Lisa said, her eyes on the buxom nurse, perched in front of the controls and display.

The nurse smiled coyly, but said nothing. Staring at the camcorder in silence, she waited. The pump whirred, a solitary noise in an otherwise still room.

BEEP

"For today, I guess it might be," said Sasi, the final nurse. It wasn't exactly what Lisa was expecting, but they didn't exactly script these things. If Sasi read her confusion, she did not react. Instead, taking one surprisingly deft step to her side, she uncovered the display.

"65,003cc"

That genuine look of surprise. You can't fake it. The nurses smiled.

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a new hope, beshine 3 time is low. but a new hope is still on the horizon Visit https://linktr.ee/zhiva_overdrive for Implant & Body Modifications morphs captions and stories.

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30~ish morph pack of beshine, with more dropping in February.

https://deviantart.com/zhiva-overdrive/gallery/94473895/beshine-2025 or patreon.

Visit https://linktr.ee/zhiva_overdrive for Implant & Body Modifications morphs captions/stories.

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30~ish morph pack of beshine, with more dropping in February.

https://deviantart.com/zhiva-overdrive/gallery/94473895/beshine-2025 or patreon.

Visit https://linktr.ee/zhiva_overdrive for Implant & Body Modifications morphs captions/stories.