Existing Free Story: BBL For Instababe

This story began with a weight gain element, Instababe had to gain the weight for a huge BBL. Weight gain is not what I want to focus on in this patreon going forwards (unless by popular demand..) so we pick up this story half way. 

Go and look at https://www.deviantart.com/push3t/gallery/86257716/bbl-for-instababe to catch the original with weight gain :)

This story will be subject to a recut and probably extending near the end, some time.

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The Boss wasn't entirely happy with how she'd handled all of this, once it was said and done.

Instababe had been a pain to work with. She didn't gain enough weight, she gained far too much weight, she refused to buy a scale, she refused to just get implants.

She had wanted to be angry at her, but she couldn't.

In the end she had both likely removed TOO MUCH fat from the rest of the girls body, and then injected far too much into her globular ass cheeks.

"She just... worked so hard to make this happen. And it seem to be what she wants" the Boss rationalised.

She was no stranger to pushing the boundaries of cosmetic surgeries using implants.

It's just this time it concerned her.

The IEC under her leadership had certainly done things more extreme than this, regularly in fact.

But the messages from Instababe on the eve of her surgery had rattled her.

The girl had gained such a dramatic amount of weight so rapidly... and seemingly obliviously.

Taking her phone out, the boss opened the picture messages that Instababe had sent her.

The first picture, showing her taking a selfie in the mirror.

Her hand was resting on a bloated stomach that would rival most full term pregnant women.

There was something in her posture, like she was going to an extreme effort just to stand still for a photo.

If the girl had shown up like this on the day it would have been enough fat with plenty of change.

But no, this photo was "last week". The words that gave her chills.

The next image, Instababes belly was substantially larger and had taken on a distressed red hue.

The stretchmarks had covered it in the last image had gotten even angrier.

She zoomed in and looked at her posture.

Again Instababe had the look of someone who was expending tremendous effort to try and stand normally.

She'd had her hand out making a peace sign, but it did not seem like a huge leap to assume that arm was out to counter-balance her gigantic orb of a stomach.

And all of this was prior to what must have been her most terrifyingly air-headed decision to date.

She'd drunk a whole vial of appetite stimulant, enough that would have lasted a year on her prescribed dosage.

"It was the only size they dispensed it in..." she muttered to herself.

Not only had she provoked herself into a completely insatiable hunger, but she'd planned on what to do about it.

In the background of her photograph was gallons and gallons of Instababes own concoction, part alcohol, part illicit weight gain powder, party bodybuilding shakes.

She'd tried to stop her, to tell her that her existing weight was more than sufficient.

But the stupid girl had mixed the brew, taken the drugs, then put her phone down.

Based on the state of Instababe when she'd arrived, the Boss had to assume that many more bottles were lined up along the bench out of shot.

On the morning of what should have been her surgery, Instababe had arrived in a wheelchair taxi, the minibus kind.

The Boss and nurses who went to greet her were dumbstruck. The nurses giggled and started snapping pictures, to her chagrin.

While she'd seen the girl the very last evening, it did nothing to dampen the astonishment.

As the hydraulic lift of the taxi lowered her, its motors laboured and whined.

Instababe was simply gigantic...

It wasn't that she'd gotten especially FAT since the last photo, at most she would be described as overweight.

Large fat breasts spilling out of a bra, chubby arms and face.

While big, they were the attributes of a woman you'd sometimes see on the street.

But her stomach was beyond comprehension.

By itself, it was larger than the girl, resting on the ground beyond her feet.

It had grown almost totally round, showing signs of tremendous strain and internal pressure.

When she'd asked the driver how on earth they loaded her, she was told that 3 extra cars were sent to help out.

The Boss bit her lip and paged for the rest of her nursing staff.

It went without saying that she could not perform the operation on Instababe when she was in this state.

All they could think to do was put her in a room and look after her until the bloating went down.

Overall she felt a good deal of responsibility for this. Prescribing the appetite stimulant had felt like an acceptable risk,

but it had blown up in her face in a very literal way.

After a few days, Instababe's stomach had shrunk to around half of its original size.

The rest of her had been fattening up, now exceeding the socially acceptable levels of corpulence that one might expect to see out on the town.

Instababe remained as oblivious as ever, daring to ask if 'this was enough' and trying to convince the Boss to 'use all of it'.

Still feeling liable for this fiasco and not wanting to disappoint the girl, the Boss had gotten to work.

She liposuctioned a record breaking amount of fat from the huge girl.

Instababe had been a total rake when she'd first come for a consultation, so she'd tried to return her to that stature.

It had taken tens of hours, hard to know when to stop.

"Went a bit too far, but that should level itself out."

Looking at the now thin Instababe, it was clear how recklessly she'd been gaining the weight.

For someone who'd just spent months going from mid 150lbs to at least 500, Instababe had practically no muscles.

Under the fat, was the body of a skinny girl...

When she'd messaged to check in, the girl had supposedly been at work.

"How the hell was she even getting there...".

Instababe had been a weak skinny girl carrying around a huge distended gut like it was a boulder, there was no other explanation.

Once she started, she'd never slowed down to grow into her body and learn to manage it.

Still, can't stop now. Only half way.

She'd known that all of this fat would never fit, not even close.

But the heart of this girl, the dedication to which she'd prosecuted this new booty made her want to try.

She'd pumped her up until it was impossible to continue, her ass simply would not take any more.

Obviously the boss had overfilled implants before, they tended to be very firm to the touch which told you it was time to stop.

But Instababe's butt cheeks wobbled around with a mind of their own, she'd had her assistant hold them still to no avail.

A balloon filled with lard that just wouldn't take any more.

And that brings us here.

Instababe waddled agonisingly slowly into the examination room.

Each step sent a shockwave through her ass cheeks, which oscillated and tried to drag her off balance.

She looked out of breath, tired and hungry. The boss knew regarding the latter two that she was not, as the nurses had been monitoring her recovery closely, lots of nutrition and sleep.

This was the first time on her feet, so perhaps it was to be expected...

Instababe teetered to the corner of the room, wobbled, attempted to balance herself with her skinny arms, then gazed in awe around at her new booty...

After a week of tottering around like a baby girafe, Instababe is ready to try out her normal routine.

She'd not back at work yet (mystery illness! oh no!) but she is ready to hit the gym, kinda.

"It was a total workout to get these tights on, and now they've blown apart in like 10 minutes".

"I guess my signature look might need updating, these just aren't going to work... dont think they make them with a 12 inch waist and space for a ghetto booty".

She shifted awkwardly from foot to feet to move her weight around as she played with her phone.

"Need to think about the soft reveal soon I guess" she mused.

"I'll just sneak it into my next post, no fanfare. And I won't admit to having surgery. Just hard work and exercise".

"Work is going to be the problem, I'll have to at least buy some clothes.. but what?"

TBC