My mother places her hand on my tank, looking me in my tired weary eyes with a broad smile plastered on her face. "We've decided to turn him into a complete replacement of He-Yoon" my mother coos gleefully, grinning ear to ear.
A slight smile comes over He-Yoon's face, coupled with a slightly annoyed look. "Paul will be...happy" she mutters, glancing down at her own chest.
"Exactly dear, we didn't want to take away Paul's wonderful wife just because of our son's poor behavior" mom explains, staring at me as my eyes go wide in shock.
She couldn't really be doing this, expecting me to become some...some busty Asain chick and wife to my older cousin...Right?
"Wonderful...right..." He-Yoon whispers under her breath, rolling her eyes a little as she fidgets in place.
With a huff I manage to blow some more bubbles from my nose, glaring at the plump aging woman to the best of m abilities. She can't help but giggle at the impotent rage I was displaying, tapping on the glass with her long fingernails.
"Don't worry" she coos, her voice dripping with a saccharine sweet tone as she plays up the role of a darling loving mother. "We'll make sure you're...properly equipped for your new life" she explains, turning away to wander over to He-Yoon, looking the woman up and down like the piece of meat she saw herself as.
"I can see why Paul..." my mother muses, pausing as a tall man in scrubs approaches the two.
"Ma'am, we are ready to begin" she grumbles, looking between my mother and He-Yoon, or more accurately He-Yoon's chest.
"Just a minute, we still need to..." my mother snaps back before being cut off by the doctor.
"Ma'am...this is a long process and we don't have all day. The skinning process alone..." he explains, my stomach sinking as I hear the name and tuning out entirely to protect me from whatever else he was about to say.
My mother folds her arms, her face twisting into a sour expression. She simply nods at him before turning to the short Korean woman. "See you soon...son" she chirps, giving me the side eye.
He-Yoon blushes at my mother's statement, a look of genuine glee spreading across her adorable face as she nods back. As my mother turns to head off the doctor begins to lead He-Yoon to the one of the empty tanks at the edge of the room.
"Ma'am, please strip down and climb into the tank. Get use to the water, and let it do it's work for a few minutes. Once we've prepared the donor we'll come to get you ready" he explains, He-Yoon not needing to be told twice before reaching behind her to unzip her skintight white dress.
I watch her rapidly disrobe as the doctor turns to approach me, my eyes plastered on her slender frame and tight pert rear. As she climbs the outside of the tank I wince, watching as her overwhelming bust bounces painfully with each step up the rungs on the side of the massive vessel. She too appears to be in discomfort, hissing a little as the voluminous flesh wobbles beyond her immediate control.
I'm snapped back to my immediate situation as a loud hissing sound begins to emanate the tube in my mouth. In the edges of my vision I see small metal appendages begin to rise up, shifting around me as they get into position. The sight of tiny blades flash across my vision, the room beginning to blur and my vision tunneling.
The last thing I see is the sight of He-Yoon, her thin legs and petite feet kicking in the green water of her tank as her massive J-Cup breasts float and bob along with her at the top of the tank.
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