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(Early draft of the first page from a fun comedy of errors type story with some drawn out expansion. Enjoy!) 

It was, of course, just her luck. This was always how things worked out. She had known as soon as she woke up that all of this was only cherry on top away from being a disaster sundae. It could have been worse, sure, but as far as gambles went...

As Meradi listened to the doctor’s accented apologies, her mind was cycling over the facts. She was alone and halfway around the world in Warsaw, she had just paid ten grand cash for her surgery, and her train back to Berlin was in five hours. To keep herself from strangling the surgeon who had taken over her case at the 11th hour, her hands absently caressed the topic of discussion. While still very raw from the surgery, her bust was considerably larger than it had been this morning. It was, however, smaller than what she had been discussing with the clinic for the last six months. The size she was now? She could have gotten them in the States and been home instead of on the dawn of a week plus in Europe.

“I just don’t get how you inserted the wrong implants,” she growled. “I’ve been saving for months, not to mention busting my ass for longer than that to be in shape for twenty plus pounds of tit, and you’re telling me you only got me halfway there? I took off three weeks to travel out here and give myself time to heal before flying and you just barely got me bigger than what my first consult in the States was comfortable doing.”

“I understand your frustration, Mrs. McKell,” he said, putting his glasses down on the table. “But you are not hearing all of what it is I am saying. Those implants are experimental prototypes. They weren’t supposed to be anywhere near your surgery, much less swapped out for your pair of 750cc saline implants.”

“Wait… what?” Something about that statement was even more absurd. “How did you not notice that?”

The doctor coughed. “I had a couple newer nurses assisting me. Completely routine, but they probably did not know the difference.”

Sputtering with reasonable fury she could only watch as the doctor switched on a screen and pulled up what she hoped was their malpractice insurance. Granted, she was in Poland and not the States, so maybe there was nothing she could do in the regard. Not that it mattered anyway, because what he pulled up were images of implants. She laughed at herself when she felt a thrill at seeing ones twice as big as she was going to get. So much for just one surgery...