The Gruesome Death of Judge Judy

Chapter One: Yill

 Yill's boobs were bigger than they had been before, and that took some getting used to. The sun was shining down at them as she walked home from the surgeon's office that morning. It was a cold December day, and the shirt had covered them well enough before the procedure, but now they were bare. She shifted her tits with her hands so they sat more comfortably in her shirt. As that happened, a guy she didn't know just had to catcall her.

"Hey beautiful, wanna give us a better look at those things?" Yill turned around and stared him in the eye. She was 6'0", which made her a giant among women and men alike, and had to look down at this weird man. He wasn't that handsome.

"F--- off, Jeremy," she spat.

The man seemed to shrivel up. He managed to whimper out, "H-how did you know my name?"

"I'm omniscient," Yill responded. It had been a lucky guess, actually, but that wouldn't impress the ugly man named Jeremy. She continued walking down the street, boobs bouncing, yet in a different way than they had done before the surgery.

She remembered waking up from her boob job. They had hurt! It was very unpleasant and not like any way her boobs had hurt before. The pain had been inside her boobs, the same way a stomach ache was inside the stomach.

"I thought boobs aren't supposed to hurt after the procedure," she accused the surgeon.

Her surgeon looked up at her eyes for a quick second. "That is usually the case," his gaze slowly slipped back down then quickly snapped back up, as if he had realized what he was doing. "However, this procedure was... unique. I wasn't quite sure it would work, to be quite honest." Every word after "procedure" had been told to Yill's newly refurbished breasts, and she found that somewhat irritating. She could understand admiring a good rack, being bisexual herself, but this surgeon was a little too interested in those parts. She supposed that was why he was a breast specialist. She had been in a hurry to leave the office after that.

Walking home, Yill noticed that her favorite clothing store had a discount on bras and underwear. It was perfect timing! She smiled, as if the universe knew that her boobs would need a new home after her plastic surgery. Or more accurately, a steel surgery, she thought to herself. This thought was enough to make her laugh out loud. A man nearby looked over at her, having noticed her laugh, then kept looking over at her, having noticed her chest.

Yill expected to have fun shopping for bras, like she usually did. But these new breasts were a huge burden on her, and made this shopping trip more tiring than it should have been. Even the ones that came in her new size weren't any good.

She put every bra back on the rack. None of them provided any extra support that her boobs did not already have. My girls have a new stainless steel foundation, she thought to herself. Her surgery had been to coat her mammaries with the metal, in order to make sure that they would not be affected by what she planned to put into them. She had also decided to make them a bit bigger in the process, but that was just an added bonus.

When she had walked into the plastic surgeon's office and asked for the surgery, the receptionist refuse her at first, believing her to be insane. She called each surgeon individually until she found one willing to put metal in her breasts, and that had taken a while. 

She arrived home, breasts going through the door a couple minutes before the rest of her did, and collapsed on the couch. It had been a long walk home, and her back hurt for some reason.

Yill was eighteen years old, and this was a brand new home her parents had given to her. She was still in the process of decorating, but she liked the few pictures she had on the walls and the Lederhosen Bert she'd placed on top of the TV. 

 On the table in front of her, next to the menorah, there was a newspaper article about Judge Judy's new show. Yill grimaced and sipped some coffee.

It was so stupid. Her old show had been fine, there was no reason for a new show which would basically be the same as the old show, so what was the point of this move, or anything else for that matter. For some reason, this article had been enough to plant a seed in her brain. This seed had sprouted and grown, taking up more and more of her thoughts until it was an obsession. It made her buy poison, it forced her to get this boob job, and it was going to continue until the plan was seen all the way through.

Yill was going to kill Judge Judy.