Taylor was sitting on his couch when he heard a knock at the door. It was past 9pm and he didn’t know anyone in the area so he took a minute to convince himself it wasn’t an intruder.
The knock came again. It didn’t sound forceful but moreso from the hand of someone delicate. He got up, walked over to the door and opened it. There, in front of him, was Brooke. She was still wearing her glasses and beanie with her long hair pulled over her left shoulder. She had on modest heels, dark jeans and a white tank top that was clearly struggling to keep her freshly stuffed tits contained. The black bra underneath could be seen clear as day, contrasting the white of her top and emphasizing the outline of the implants confirming to Taylor that they were indeed fake. In her hands were a bottle of wine and two solo cups.
“I’m sorry if I was rude the other day. I just…don’t get a lot of visitors. Seeing that you’re new I thought it would be neighborly to…get to know each other over a bottle of wine?” Brooke said as flirtatiously as she could muster. Taylor was clearly overwhelmed. It took him a minute to get over what he was seeing and find his words.
“Um….yeah that sounds…that sounds great! I’m really sorry I don’t have much of my stuff unpacked and the place is a mess”, he replied sheepishly.
“That’s ok. It’s a beautiful night. I know just where to go,” she replied and grabbed his hand, leading him down the stairs and around the back of the building. Taylor followed blindly.
The two emerged from the lawn onto the patio that surrounded the complex’s pool and sat down at one of the tables. The pool was lit up but no one was around. Brooke poured them each a glass and handed one to Taylor.
“Here’s to new neighbors, new friends and big…decisions” Brooke said. Taylor was a little confused but touched his cup to hers. She stared him in the eye as they took a sip.
“So what do you do, Taylor?” Brooke asked.
“I work in business development at a start-up in town,” he replied. “One of my friends started it about a year ago and needed some help with growth so I decided to lend a hand”.
“That great! I hear they’re so much fun to work at! Is it as free and awesome as everyone makes start-up life out to be?” Brooke asked.
“I love it. I work a ton but because I want to and am committed to the vision. It’s incredibly rewarding,” Taylor replied confidently.
“What about you? What do you do?” he asked.
“I run a blog called BourgeoisBeach. Its basically my observations from all of my experiences within the social culture here in town although recently, its taken a slightly different approach” Brooke said with a hint of nervousness.
“Oh yeah? What’s the new approach?” he asked.
“Um…can I tell you a secret?” said Brooke in barely a whisper.
“Well…I just underwent plastic surgery to make my boobs bigger,” Brooke looked down at her chest and paused for a second.
“But I really did it because I wanted to chronicle the changes in day to day life of someone like me before and how i’m perceived now. Not only that but I think i’m going to go even bigger…”
“B…Bigger?” Taylor asked.
“What? You think they’re too big already?” Brooke said with a smirk as she pushed them together much to his delight.
The two talked about her journey and how she’d gotten to the point of surgery and her plans to keep going. Before long, the bottle of wine was empty. Taylor had noticed but wanted Brooke to keep talking. All this talk of implants and growing bigger all for the sake of viewers and blog activity was a turn on he’d never considered.
Finally, Brooke noticed that their supply of social lubricant was gone. The two sat in silence for about 10 seconds before Taylor mustered the courage to do the honorable thing and call it a night. As he was about to speak, Brooke stood up and took off her tank top. Taylor couldn’t look away from her giant balloons shoved into that black push up bra. As he was on the brink of drooling, Brooke smiled, turned and jumped into the pool. She surfaced with a giant grin and pushed her hair back out of her face.
“Well?” she said, treading water. Taylor didn’t even bother with his clothes. He jumped head first into the pool nearly landing on Brooke. Taylor emerged from the depths and swam over to Brooke. The two were only a foot apart when Brooke spoke up.
“Let’s play a game,” she said.
“Ok. What are we playing?” he asked between breaths as he treaded water.
“ Go underwater and count to twenty. No opening your eyes before then though,” Brooke said. Taylor smiled, closed his eyes and slipped underwater. He surfaced 20 seconds later to the sound of feet on the patio. He opened his eyes and the last thing he saw was Brooke’s silhouette disappearing around the side of the building.
Taylor climbed out of the pool and casually walked over to the table to grab the empty bottle and his phone. Oddly, the screen was on. He picked it up. On his screen was the newly added contact “Brooke” with phone number. The highlight, though, was she’d managed to snap a picture of just her cleavage. The angle made her tits look monstrous! She’d set it as her contact image. Taylor smiled. He never knew fake tits could be so fun.
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Two weeks later, Brooke sat at her counter, staring at her phone. She’d written an email to Dr. Haskins but wasn’t sure if she was ready to send it. She read it over one last time.
“Hi Doc,
Brooke here. I think I’m ready for phase 2. Do you have time this week for my first fill up?
Thanks!
Brooke”
This needed to happen. She pressed send. With a sigh of relief, Brooke tossed her phone on the counter. She knew exactly what she was going to do once she was “improved”. Now, it was just a matter of Dr. Haskins’ schedule. She paced around the kitchen for a few minutes, cleaned up a few stray dishes and as she grabbed her phone to head into the living room felt it vibrate. It was Dr. Haskins already.
“Brooke,
Great to hear from you! I have an opening today from 1-3. Can you make it?
DH”
It was 12:15. Brooke went into a panic. She had to decide now if she was ready to go through with this. What if she came out looking ridiculous? what if there was no change? She didn’t know anything about expanders but the thought that in a matter of hours without any surgery her chest could be bigger was at the forefront of her mind. She could do this. She HAD to do this. Brooke closed her eyes, took a breath and typed out her reply.
“On my way”