Jon felt an odd mix of humiliation and excitement as he stood in his fitted hospital gown. His huge new G cup boobs pushed out in front of him like a shelf and it was all anyone from his family could stare at. After a few awkward minutes with his parents, his sister - thank god - got everyone distracted by repeating hr wishes to get her own huge set of implants.
As Jon's parents and his sister started to quarrel, Jon tried to ignore the barbs that his parents were saying to Deb, but were also aimed at him... "Freakish, Bimbo, Floozy" were all words his parents used to discourage her, but were also aimed at him as a way to not-so-subtly tell him how they felt.
The room got quiet as a large nurse came in to give Jon a quick check-over... she pulled the curtain around as his family waited outside. With a warm smile and a touch to fix Jon's hair, she professionally led him through disrobing and then gently inspecting his tightly stretched globes. "I know they feel tight and sore now, Jonnie, but over the next few days, your skin will stretch very quickly and the implants will start to be replaced by your own gorgeous breasts."
"What do you mean?!?" Jon whispered, his surprise was obvious.
The strong woman pulled on a latex glove and squeezed some grey cream into her hand, then started rubbing the slippery cream into Jon's chest. Jon inhaled, surprised at the slightly warm, wonderful feel of the rubbing.
The pretty nurse leaned in to share the whispering, still working the cream into Jon's skin. "I mean that the implants you are testing for us are just a matrix for your own fat, glands and muscle to grow into. You've known about this for months, Jonnie!"
