The dim glow of the computer monitor illuminated Ava's face as she pored over the latest draft of her article. It was past midnight, but she was determined to finish it before heading to bed. As an investigative journalist, she was used to burning the midnight oil.
A ping from her phone distracted her. It was a message from Bianca, her old college friend who now worked as a nurse at the local hospital.
"Have you decided if you're going to volunteer for the Breast Implants for Charity event this weekend? Clara and I signed up, and we'd love for you to join us! It'll be an experience we never forget. "
Ava sighed. She had meant to make up her mind about it earlier, but work had kept her too busy. The event aimed to raise money for breast cancer research by having volunteers undergo breast augmentation, with the size of the implants determined by how much donors pledged. It seemed like a creative idea, but the thought of such a radical procedure made her nervous.
Still, it was for a good cause, and she didn't want to let her friends down. She typed a reply: "Count me in. The three of us will do this together!"
Bianca responded with an enthusiastic "Yay! This is going to be amazing. The organizers said we should plan to start around 10 am on Saturday. See you then!"
Ava leaned back in her chair, wondering if she was crazy to agree to this. But if anyone would understand her journalistic curiosity about such an unusual event, it was Bianca and Clara. They had been through many adventures together. She smiled, feeling grateful for her friends.
The next morning, Ava met Bianca and Clara at the hospital. "Are you ready for this?" Clara asked, giving Ava a quick hug. A petite woman with fiery red hair, Clara was always up for an exciting challenge.
"As ready as I'll ever be," Ava replied. "How big are they saying our implants might get?"
Bianca shrugged. "It's really hard to predict. They said we should be prepared for at least 300 to 500 cc's, but if enough donations come in, they could get quite a bit larger."
"How much larger?" Ava asked nervously.
"There's no real upper limit," Bianca said. "The organizers want us to keep an open mind. But don't worry, they have doctors monitoring everything closely to make sure it's safe."
"Well, I guess we won't know until we try!" Clara said. "I'm just hoping we'll be able to break some kind of record."
Ava took a deep breath, clutching her friends' hands for support. "Then let's do this."
The procedure started simply enough. Ava was given an IV sedative to help her relax, and local anesthetic was injected around the incision site. She felt a tugging pressure as the surgeon made an incision under each breast and inserted the empty implant shells, then closed the incisions with sutures.
Bianca held Ava's hand as the sedative wore off. "How do you feel?" she asked.
"A little sore, but not too bad," Ava said. Her breasts felt oddly firm to the touch. She looked down, seeing that they now protruded slightly from her chest, round and unnaturally symmetrical.
A few hours passed with no new donations. Ava's breasts remained modestly enlarged at 200cc, giving her a C-cup size. She was almost disappointed, having steeled herself for something more extreme.
Bianca and Clara had received similar 200cc implants. "I guess people aren't as interested in donating as the organizers hoped," Clara said.
"At least we won't end up with anything too outrageous," Bianca said. She rubbed her own newly enhanced chest, as if adjusting to the feeling.
Ava's phone pinged with a news alert about their event. "Local Women Undergo Breast Implants for Charity" read the headline. Ava read the article with interest, smiling at the part that described her as "an intrepid journalist."
By evening, a few more donations trickled in, bringing their implants up to 350cc. Ava's breasts felt heavier, rounding out to a full D-cup. She took a selfie, amazed at how normal yet different she looked.
"How are you feeling now?" Bianca asked her the next morning. "Any discomfort?"
"Surprisingly, not much," Ava said. "They feel like a natural part of me already." She admired her reflection in a mirror, cupping her breasts in her hands. "I could get used to this."
Bianca laughed. "You might have to. Who knows how much bigger they'll get!"
Ava's phone rang. It was the event organizer, sounding excited. "We've had a very generous $20,000 donation come in, directed specifically at increasing your implants!" she said.
Ava's jaw dropped. "$20,000? How much are we talking about here?"
"Enough to take you up at least two cup sizes, to around 600cc," the organizer said.
Ava gulped. "Seriously?" She hung up the phone, her heart racing.
Bianca and Clara stared at her in shock. "Did they really say 600cc?" Clara asked. Ava nodded, her throat tight.
Bianca gave Ava's arm a reassuring squeeze. "It'll be okay. The doctors will keep a close eye on us."
Ava took a few deep breaths to calm her nerves. "Well, here goes nothing!"
The now-familiar pressure built in Ava's chest as saline pumped into her implants. She gripped Bianca's hand tightly, wincing at the occasional stab of discomfort.
After half an hour, the nurse stepped back. "All done. You're now at 600cc."
Ava looked down at her vastly enlarged chest in awe. Her breasts were nearly double their original size, swollen and straining against her hospital gown. She felt off-balance, as if she might tip forward under their immense weight.
Bianca and Clara sported similarly huge chests. "Wow, this is actually kind of amazing," Clara said, running her hands over her new curves. She laughed as one breast bounced subtly. "But I definitely won't be doing any jogging!"
Ava gingerly sat up, struggling to adjust to her top-heavy figure. "I had no idea they'd get this big. How in the world are we going to go out in public like this?"
The organizer called again the next day. "I have more good news! We've received another major donation of $30,000 to be split among the three of you."
Ava's mouth went dry. There was no telling how much larger they could get with that kind of money behind them. She braced herself for whatever might come.
Over the next week, Ava's breasts grew dramatically with each new donation. By the time she reached 800cc, she had gone up to an H-cup. At 1000cc, she was a J-cup. Her back strained under the ponderous weight, and she was forced to wear a heavy-duty bra and industrial strength straps for support. She could no longer see her feet over her immense chest.
Bianca and Clara were in a similar state, with breasts that seemed comically out of proportion on their petite frames. Yet they remained in good spirits, and had become local celebrities because of their altruism.
None of them had anticipated ending up this top-heavy, but they were determined to see it through, hoping the donations would eventually plateau. Little did they know their journey was only just beginning.
