\n\t\t\t\t\temikochan who also stars as the first surgeon!Diego the raccoon as surgeon belongs to
\n\t\t\t\t\trjaye .The air in the clinic's spartan living quarters is dank and moist, making attempts to relax even more difficult as the hands of the loud wall clock slowly creep towards the moment of the operation – although calling the place a ”clinic” in the first place is rather rich, Saspin ponders idly as she does squats with the help of sandbags while standing on a dirty blanket. After having been recruited to the resistance as a low-level sympathizer more than a year ago, she had been deliberating on how to best help in the efforts of toppling the neighbouring oppressive regime which had installed a puppet government in her own homeland not long after she had been born, and eventually she had figured out that the best way to do it was to help the rebels in the neighbouring country – since a puppet regime would naturally fall along with its master. Hence she had been directed to this clinic, even if to her it was more akin to a mad doctor's hideout setup in the smelly boiler rooms of an old crumbling industrial complex.
A short buzz right after the loud tick which the clock mechanism makes, informs her that there's one hour before she's supposed to go through the operation she had nervously agreed to a month ago – and thus she lets the sandbags drop onto the floor to let her body settle before it. Her mind however is in turmoil because while she's committed to what she's about to do, it's still going to be painful and will forever alter her body… hence she keeps adjusting her drab gray panties and the equally gray tank top which is stretched tight over her extremely bountiful breasts… the two of which are about to become even more bountiful although also largely artificial. ”Grrrr - I hope I won't regret this, because I'm never going to get to go back! But I promised to do everything I can and gotta sacrifice you two for that~”, she growls at thin air under the flickering light of the lonely incandescent bulb which hangs from the ceiling, gathering her breasts into her arms to squeeze them tightly as her ears perk up, enjoying both the sensual feeling and how the tension of her taut bra straps is relieved to stop them from digging into her furry back so much, hoping that her exercize would help her get accustomed to the extra weight she's looking forward to.
Roughly a quarter an hour later she reluctantly clambers up on her paws and approaches the room's rusty door to shove it open with one hand with her other arm still wrapped around her cleavage to prevent it from bouncing too much as she briskly walks along the dark hallway towards the operation room. She hesitates one more time once she touches the handle and stays motionless for a time, gulping audibly when she finally yanks the door open to warily step inside.
The operation room itself is in stark contrast to the rest dilapidated complex and the generally haphazard state of the rebel clinic… the powerful smell of soap and antiseptic waft into Saspin's nostrils as she walks deeper into the brightly lit room with her tail tucked between her legs in a timid manner, hugging her chest protectively in the cool breeze of ventilation as she lets her curious eyes roll over the clean walls, polished floor, and the shiny equipment set on equally shiny tables. Not to mention she soon feels rather self-concious in her panties and top due to an unmistakable feeling that she's being watched – and swiftly spins around when her flicking ears catch a faint rustle from behind herself, uttering a surprised yip upon coming face-to-face with a clearly cybernetic feline who happens to be wearing an immaculate doctor's outfit.
”Well hi there! I'm Emiko and I'll be your doctor today – you're Saspin, right?”, the feline quips cheerfully and extends an arm, prompting Saspin to coyly grab and shake her mechanical hand in greeting – her tail wagging cautiously as Emiko gives a vigorous handshake in return and motions towards the curtain-separated portion at the back of the operating room. ”I see that you've been readying yourself and those sweater puppies, lets get you prepped right away as our people are already anxious to get the promised shipment. Follow me and don't touch anything unless I tell you to. ”, she tells Saspin just before swiping a breathing mask from a side table to pull it over her head, very soon ushering the wolfess to start walking towards the back.
Flustered by the very informal mannerisms of the doctor, Saspin's ears and face flush red under her fur as she pads around the curtains to come across a sobering sight – a steel seat and table combination bolted to the floor, complete with adjustable restraints all over and a conveniently placed floor drain right under. Along with minute traces of crusty blood stains, it's very clear what the setup is for… and thus Saspin pauses to gnaw on her claws as her tail curls up practically all the way around her crotch in trepidation. However she's almost immediately elbow-nudged on the side, something which elicits a yip from her as she turns to the cybernetic feline. ”Off with that top and bra, Saspin, you're going to need new ones very soon anyhow – I'll need you to sit right there so we can start.”, Emiko asserts with her footpaw tapping against the floor with a distinct clacking noise and her hands on her hips. ”O-ok – will do!”, Saspin replies hastily and starts to wriggle out of her clothing, letting her top and her bra fall on the floor as her mind is already preoccupied with what's going to transpire in a few moments.
”Good, good – let me show - ”, Emiko adds already before Saspin has completely gotten out of her rather complicated heavy-duty bra, the feline's nimble metal fingers unclasping the final pieces to allow Saspin to drop it before she's already guiding the wolfess onto the seat despite her flailing, Saspin squeezing into the cramped space and shuddering from the cold sensation when she leans forward to place her huge breasts onto the steel table before properly settling down. Her fangs chitter from the shaking caused by the anxious wait as she reluctantly stretches out her arms to allow Emiko cuff them to the sides of the table – after which come the ankle cuffs, and the tight waist belt which the cybernetic cat pulls tight enough to make the wolfess whine loudly. Once Saspin can do little more than wriggle in discomfort in her bonds, Emiko turns her attention to the large breasts which rest in front of her while moving slightly from the heaving of the wolfess' chest. ”Alright, time to prep these sweater puppies and get to work… and gosh, stop shaking so much, dear! I'll make it quick, all that adrenaline's only going to make it harder on yourself!”, the feline chastises the nearly hyperventilating wolfess and shakes her finger at her, making a knuckle-cracking motion afterwards before grabbing a nearby showerhead to start soaking the wolfess' assets.
”Ne-never had my boobs cut open, so-so-sorry!”, Saspin stammers while trying to relax from the sensation of warm water flowing over her breasts, the feline's metal fingers kneading soap into them at the same time. The soapy water which pools on the floor doesn't seem to faze Emiko who hums quietly with her segmented tail lazily moving over the floor as she circles around Saspin to rinse off her bosom and to scritch her quickly behind the ears. ”Brave gal! Unfortunately we couldn't even get proper anesthetic agents for you, like I said before, but I'm sure you'll be able to deal.”, the feline comments once she's done and the water is turned off, offering Saspin a number of painkiller-looking pills and a glass of water, helping the bound wolfess lap up both. To pass time during the wait for the pills to take effect, Emiko meticulously dries out the wolfess' hefty breasts with a number of clean cloths and does other preparations. ”So.. how does a gal like you become a willing carrier for contraband for the rebels, in your breasts no less?”, she asks quizzically as she wheels in a table with the special implants and extra filling in two cylinders, Saspin eyeing the implants while licking her lips nervously. ”I – uhhh – asked to get to do anything, and they said that I'm perfect material as – errr – very busty females are hard to find for this...”, the wolfess muses with her voice trailing out and eyes widening when Emiko rolls up her sleeves and quickly disinfects her cybernetic arms with a spray before picking up a wicked looking scalpel. ”I commend your attitude, Saspin, you just have to be strong now for a little while to be of great service for the rebellion~”, the cybernetic cat says when she traces a fingertip around one of Saspin's aureole before abruptly jabbing the scalpel deeply into the wolfess' hide to start the first cut – simultaneously eliciting a stifled gasp from Saspin as first tears of pain well up in her wide eyes.
The words 'for a little while' keep ringing through Saspin's mind as she growls and screams in agony from the relentless cutting which follows, burning pain already radiating through her breast as she claws the floor and table helplessly – whereas Emiko habitually makes a deep incision in a perfect semi-circle around the wolfess' aureole to swing the entire spot aside like a lid to expose the underlying breast tissue. Blood flows and dribbles constantly on the table as the surgery continues… the worst sting of the pain is dulled by the painkillers but the excruciating cutting and throbbing sensations remain from how the feline now slowly carves out chunks of Saspin's breast tissue while the wolfess screeches, babbles, cries and slams her head wildly against the padded headrest of the seat. At times she's in such paroxysms of pain that her eyes roll to the back of her head and her entire form droops limply to one side – the sight drawing worried glances from the cybernetic feline who occasionally pauses to press a breathing mask on Saspin's muzzle. ”No no, no fainting on me now, it'll make all this harder~”, she tells Saspin when the sniffling and gagging wolfess comes about, petting her tear-matter cheeks soothingly before swiping the bloody pile of yellowy tissue on the table, into a steel bowl. Saspin merely gives an exasperated nod and continues to breathe rapidly, her eyes fixated on her somewhat deflated looking bloody mammary.
However the wolfess' ordeal is far from over and her toes rapidly curl when the feline resumes the surgery, her cuffed hands gouging the front end of the table from the sheer agony which courses within her grievously wounded breast as the scalpel sends horribly stinging jolts during each cut – Emiko's blood-dripping hand reaching further inside each time as she removes yellowy flesh through the opening she made. But despite the excessive size of her mammaries and the veritable mountain of spongey tissue which Emiko has to slice out, eventually she deems her work done and carefully picks up one of the implants from the table – working it inside delicately, not to spare the wolfess' breast further anguish but to make sure there isn't any damage to the crucial cargo itself. ”Great job! I only have to give you the extra filling, since you asked for as much as possible, and do the other side after that...”, the feline muses cheerfully and meets Saspin's pitiable gaze, the wolfess' tongue lolling and tail twisting as she sobs in her agony. ”Y-yes! Go for … it!”, she manages to gasp and immediately dry heaves when Emiko gives the implant one last shove to place it.
”You said it – as I said, I commend your enthusiasm, the rebelllion could use more people like you!”, the cybernetic feline chuckles when she connects a hose to the implant and manages to make another hoarse shrill cry rise from Saspin's throat when the wolfess' breast rapidly expands to much beyond its former size and shape, putting her furry hide under incredible strain. But Emiko casually ignores the cries of anguish which echo in the surgery room and unplugs the hose when she thinks there's enough filling, slathering the wobbling mammary with clear ointment before she starts to staple the incision shut. ”That'll help with the stretch, I have a short special healing regime planned for you once we're done so no worries about ugly scars or anything – expensive but it'll work out great.”, she explains and pats the groaning wolfess on the head after the staples are in place.
While Emiko mills about in preparation to deal with her next breast, the red haze of agony gradually fades from Saspin's head enough that she's able to get a good look at how the end result looks so far – wincing and splaying her already lowered ears even further when the positively immense size of her augmented mammary becomes evident to her. But she doesn't yet have much time to deliberate her future struggles as suddenly her other nipple is pinched and she can feel the unmistakable pain of a scalpel sinking into her flesh once more, the pain being somewhat more tolerable now although it still makes her gasp as she turns her weary eyes towards Emiko. ”Almost done Saspin, you're doing great~”, the cybernetic feline re-assures her while she swiftly 'opens up' the other breast as well, the electric contacts at the tip of her tail narrowly missing hitting some equipment when she swings it out of the way of newly spurting blood whereas Saspin utters a choked growl and yanks hard on her bindings again…
Five days later -
The steady shaking of the long-distance train forces Saspin to bite her lip as she rests her sore throbbing breasts on the table of her private compartment… the trip arrangement had been expensive but it was much better than trying to pretend that nothing was wrong during the entire trip when in close quarters with unknown people. Not to mention the stares and surreptitious gropes, she had already had a fair amount of that after she had been released by doctor Emiko to go buy properly fitting clothing – like the cyborg feline had predicted, all her bras had turned out to be useless and most of her tops were tight enough to make her wail as she had tried to pull them on. The generous bunch of cash given to her for expenses earlier had certainly become useful because the immense bra and the few matching tops she had bought, had not been cheap, after she had found a shop which carried them in the first place after multiple attempts. It had been so embarrassing to show off her enormous chest time after time to grinning assistants and her triangular ears had remained firmly splayed throughout the day – several times she had shuffled into the fitting room with a bunch of truly gigantic bras in her hands and an assistant in tow, only to find out that even the largest size was insufficient, and her tail had ended up further between her legs in every new shop until she had been successful.
The long walk with her new heavy assets had completely exhausted her, as well, so she's only happy to get to relax however she can during the two-day ride over to where she's meant to meet the other side of the rebel smuggling effort… thankfully it should go relatively painlessly as the worst security is already behind, she thinks, recalling how the bored-looking border agents had been so enthralled with her bosom that they had barely remembered to ask any questions from her. Nervous and tired, she had played the part of a vacuous buxom wolfess rather perfectly without much effort and had been soon on her way to the platform to wait for the train with long wistful gazes drilling into her from behind. The rather frilly bra she had deliberately chosen, combined with a top which barely covered half of her gargantuan augmented mammaries, had undoubtedly helped – although it was still too little to prevent the two globes from swaying enough to nearly tip her over even at her normal walking pace, her shoulders aching from the steady pull of the extra-strong straps. Hopping into the train car had also proved to be surprisingly difficult as on the first try she had slammed one breast into the doorframe due to being unused to how much wider her chest now was, and would have fallen down on her ass if it hadn't been for a couple of 'helpful' passengers immediately grabbing her to cop a feel under the guise of helping. Thankfully she had been able to get on the train without further incident afterwards, even if she'd been constantly gnashing her fangs to restrain herself from yelping and growling as the crowded corridors had meant constant inadvertent bumps and brushes against her overly sensitive mammaries.
”Gaaah, stop hurting already, don't have any painkillers left…!”, the wolfess grumbles in her lonesome as she cradles her massive bust to stroke it soothingly while feeling the tautness of her hide and the warmth which radiates from her still slightly inflamed breast tissue… or whatever is left of it after the cruel augmentation process. Uttering a frustrated low growl, she tugs on the collar she had picked from the fashion store to use it as identifying mark in the far end – 'as if they have to pick through hundreds of wolf gals with heads smaller than their breasts', she chuckles in her mind – and adjusts her bra before picking up her phone again to start playing some games while valiantly ignoring her hurting bosom. It was going to be a long trip still and she's aware how she needs to act as normal as possible despite the lingering discomfort.
Although based on her short training, her demeanor would not keep her safe for terribly long which was the main reason she had agreed on becoming a living smuggling vessel despite the steep price in the form of her breasts being never the same again… it was usually a short life so she didn't need to worry about how she'd look like later in life, and whereas the regrettably disposable nature of the smugglers made it always hard for rebels to find more, she had felt it suited her better than likely ending up as the trophy wife and eventually servant of a affluent local official or party member. Or would just disappear like more attractive young females and males were rumored to do under the new rule. Lost in thought, she forgets all about her mission and the cargo stuffed inside her sizeable bosom as she enjoys the changing mountainous vista outside the window along with the dungeon crawler on her phone… the train suddenly slowing down as a large banner passes by and a winding incline begins.
”Okeydokey, I hope you two and I get to enjoy the view a couple more times at least before we get caught or something else happens – no turning back no!”, she comments facetiously with her tongue lolling and her tail cautiously twitching against the seat as she pats her breasts with the phone in one hand. ”Just don't pop on me as I think I prolly should try adding to the load next time… to get as much done as possible.”, she adds to her lonely musings and shudders from the idea, twirling the phone in the air idly while the train jolts and shakes on its mountainous path – there'd be plenty of time to ponder as the phone's calendar tells her it'll still be over 30 hours before she needs to get off the train.
Destination
The train had stopped on schedule to the quiet suburban station where Saspin had been asked to get off, and once again she had reminded herself to pack a heavy backpack for the next trip, should there be one, as she had nearly slammed muzzle-first on the cracked old floor tiling after a small hop down onto the platform. However she had managed to resume balance after some flailing and the lack of people had allowed her to walk away without feeling too ashamed with one arm wrapped around her enormous bosom to keep it in check.
The area surrounding the station wasn't nearly as run-down as the industrial park where she had met Emiko but still clearly a less affluent suburb given the outdated styling of the station and the dated cars which stand in the parking lot – one of the cars thankfully matching the description she was given earlier. The raccoon sitting on the driver's seat immediately motions towards the passenger's side when he sees the wolfess approach, not even bothering to step out of the car to ask any questions while Saspin tosses her baggage on the back seat and wiggles into the front after pulling the seat as far back as possible.
”Well hullo there, babe, I'm Diego and I'll be your surgeon today – I bet you're aching to get those things out your boobies, and we're in a hurry too so we'll get it over with before the day's over.”, the raccoon greets her while she's struggling to somehow put her seat belt on, the wolfess sensing how her new companion carefully sizes up her bosom before starting the car – not that it bothers her too much at this point given everything she signed up for already. ”H-hi, I'm Saspin, nice to meet you mister Diego…!”, she stammers when the old creaky car launches into motion to soon navigate the streets of the suburb while Saspin holds onto her breasts and marvels the sights… although many of the buildings are old, the prosperity of the capital is easily felt as hardly anything is decrepit or empty like back at Saspin's home. More hectic traffic as well which translates to constant jerking motion and bobbing of oversized sensitive wolfess breasts – amid her whining Saspin suspects that Diego is being particularly hard on the gas and brake pedals, but there's little helping his driving style so she merely tries to buckle up harder while the apartment buildings gradually transform into sparse housing.
Eventually the raccoon pulls into the yard of a particularly ugly looking cube-shaped house and stops the car, cracking his back after he gets out. ”Ok, we're here, get out and grab your bags, I'll show where to go~”, he says, prompting Saspin to awkwardly squeeze through the door while the hot dry air combined with the unkempt weed-filled front yard makes her sneeze repeatedly as she staggers around to the trunk and then after him with her luggage. In the meantime he has already unlocked the front door and disappeared inside, forcing the wolfess to step in despite her mounting reluctance to go through with what's waiting.
Compared to the yard, the interior of the house is less unkempt although hardly any less outmoded, Saspin ponders as she dodges brown leather couches and hardwood cabinets… uttering a surprised growl when the raccoon casually cops a feel of her cleavage and continues to do so without paying heed to the wolfess' lowered ears. ”Ssssh, babe, here's the best part of the house, doesn't look like much eh?”, Diego chuckles as he leads still growling Saspin over to a rather non-descript looking door under the stairs and opens it – at first it seems that there's nothing more than a pile of boxes covered in dust but moments later a narrow staircase is revealed when the raccoon yanks the entire pile out without much trouble. ”Come on! Leave the bag, I'll hold them for you!”, he adds a moment later as he steps backwards into the opening while she closes her eyes for a moment before begrudgingly leaning forward to lower her hefty bosom onto his waiting hands. Something which he takes full advantage of by groping and kneading when they descend the staircase down into a space which looks like a combination of garage and operating room.
”Found out this place had a fallout shelter from yesteryears and just had to buy it, perfect place to lay low for the resistance! But enough chit-chat, go take off your clothes and I'll make everything ready.”, he explains with his arms spread once he has let go of Saspin, pointing towards a lonely chair and coat rack in a corner. The wolfess' hesitation makes him shrug before he turns towards the other end of the room to head over to some cabinets. ”Sorry, you'll just have to bear with me looking~”, he quips over his shoulder, adding to her discomfort as she pads over to the chair to start pulling off her dress and bra. ”So, what's going to happen to me now? I was told there 'might' be something for me to take back on the return trip?”, she pipes up while struggling with her bra as the straps are pulled tight due to the weight of her augmented breasts, her cleavage almost literally bursting out when she undoes the last one. The raccoon has not wasted any time either as he has quickly changed to a surgical outfit, washing his arms as he turns to the wolfess.
”There is, I was given a new set to put into those boobs of yours… no explosives, just some medical stuff and documents in protective gel. Going to be bigger than the first ones but probably not going to be a huge deal – 'huge', ehehe.”, he replies and earns an immediate cringe from her as she warily approaches the operating table in the middle with her arms crossed over her chest and tail tucked between her legs. ”Bigger? Oh my god – I'm – I mean I'll be a freak! These are already bad enough-”, Saspin exclaims and draws a deep anxious breath whereas Diego swiftly removes a panel from the table to open up a large rectangle with padded edges. The raccoon merely snerks upon hearing her protest, as he pulls a wheeled table with tools and new implants, closer. ”Not my problem, babe, just doing as told… now be a good girl and put those knockers through the hole.”
With a sighing whimper, Saspin complies by climbing on the table to dangle her painfully heavy breasts freely in the air, guiding them over to the hole to lower them through gingerly – while at the same time Diego starts to strap her down to the table tightly with leather straps until she has trouble breathing. ”Oh! Almost forgot this, you're going to wake up the neighbours otherwise!”, the raccoon tells her and picks up a ball gag which he brings over to the wolfess' maw, waiting for her to open up obedient before he inserts it and straps it in place. ”Got to save my hard-earned anesthetic supply for more complicated surgery, so I'll have to do it the more painful way like in the old times… just keep biting on that.”, he continues in a friendly tone wheres she already pants rapidly through the gag as she nods in acknowledgement. Her eyes remaind fixated on him as he picks up some antiseptic agent and crouches down beside her defenceless bosom to start spreading it on the side of the closer breast.
But the preparations don't last for long and soon he reaches out for the scalpel, making Saspin's eyes widen as the blade glimmers under the lights… and seconds later her eyes well up with tears when she senses the first sting of the scalpel cutting into her flesh. At first it feels little more than a papercut but the pain swiftly mounts and flashes hotly throughout her breast, causing her to grunt and clamp down on the ball gag hard as her entire body tenses against the bindings. Her breasts begin to sway when she instinctively fights to get away from the source of agony, in vain due to held down so tight while the raccoon simply grabs her breast to hold onto it as he slices deeper and deeper through the remaining tissue… maintaining an excruciatingly slow pace by working cautiously to avoid damaging the implant. Warm tears roll down Saspin's cheeks as fast as blood drips from her breast by the time Diego has made an opening large enough to start working the implant out – the process being pure hell for her as she jerks, growls, cries and squirms from how her breast tissue rips and rubber gloves scrape over raw nerves from how the raccoon attempts to loosen the implant through as small opening as possible. And just as she almost faints from the pain, she remembers that he still needs to insert the new implant and repeat the whole deal for the second one...