Lola came in with nothing—flat, untouched, a blank canvas—and she was ready to be reshaped. She lay back, eyes wide, breath steady, as I slowly filled her expanders, stretching her skin inch by inch, guiding her body into something exaggerated, impossible. 1,000ccs, then 2,000ccs, then 3,000ccs—each number making her gasp, making her chest rise heavier, rounder, fuller. By the time we stopped, she could feel the weight, the pull, the tightness, her once-petite frame now carrying two perfect, overfilled globes, taut and swollen with new size. She sat up carefully, adjusting to the mass on her chest, hands instinctively cradling the fullness, testing their shape, their heft. She looked at me, breathless, smiling. “I want more.”