New chapter ready and hot! I hope you enjoy it! I devour your comments like candies, and can only hope for more candies. Some of you during these weeks have provided great advice - I realized I had to show a couple things better - and I'll be forever grateful to the kind souls who pointed that out! This is the kind of thing that makes me come here twice per week, updating this story. Maybe it's not the most popular of my stories right now but I want to see it finished, and I'm glad hundreds of other people think so too. This is all an elaborate way of say thank you. Without further ado, let's start with this new chapter. Here's a bit of sexy action!
Fuck, I loved my new fake tits. Just like Julie said, I was going to love the new me. Why didn't I do this to myself sooner? I could have enjoyed this attention years ago!
Take this cutie I was fucking, for example. I met him at the bar not more than half a hour ago. I walked in with my new red dress, my new short red dress, highlighting my new fake tits, as they strained the material to bursting while also showing my shining cleavage, and I felt - and saw - all the eyes come onto me like I was the fucking sun descending upon a sunflower field.
"Hey," I cooed, at nobody in particular. It was just good to show off and being recognized for the bombshell I was. Fuck I felt such a *WOMAN*. It was good. It was good to feel like a *WOMAN*. Acting on it, even better. What was that saying? Big boobs make a girl *WOMAN*ty? Could confirm.
The room was filled with cuties, all of them frozen by the sight of my inflated funbags. Fuck getting implants was the best decision of my life. I wasn't the only busty girl there, but I was the fakest. And fuck if I didn't look the best: probably other girls as soon as they took off their bras would show how low those tits hung. Fucking natural sacks of fat. I was better.
Mine were better. Silicone doesn't sag, girls. Get your own pair soon.
"H-hey," a young man, trying to smile while his eyes feel into my cleavage. I was tempted to tell him to look up at my eyes, but that wouldn't have been that fun, right? No, that wouldn't have been as fun as seeing his eyes falling deep into my cleavage. I could almost feel his hot gaze. He was so entranced, he couldn't even fucking move. What a rush. Getting fake tits was like getting a power ticket. Better than becoming rich, or president of something.
I was on top of the world. And wanted to be on top of this cutie. He was lean, and had a hint of defined muscles and abs. Not exactly buff, but he would do. And given from the size of his bulge in his pants, he sported a nice-sized cock too.
I walked towards him, making sure to sway my hip and jiggle my silicone-filled tits. They were so round and firm, he could not mistake them for sure for something natural.
"Derivative dissonance of a spring impulse," I whispered next to his ear.
"W-what? Oh, right." He stammered, his eyes never leaving my boobs. His hands were trembling, almost acting of their own as they slowly rose towards my chest.
Fun. I could say anything to them and they'd treat it as if I'd said something important.
So fucking funny. Ah, the power rush was making my pussy so wet, my clit buzzed against my dress. Yeah, no panties, no nothing.
I put my finger to brush against my enhanced lips. That drew his attention away from my boobs.
"I was thinking I was getting a little thirsty, that's all."
"Oh! I can buy you a drink. Two!"
"One will be enough. For now," I said as I pushed him towards the bar, making sure his arm brushed against my enhanced sideboob.
"Sure. Anything you want."
"You are a cutie."
One drink later, and I began to tease him mercilessly. Too bad one of the ice cubes in the drink fell accidentally in my cleavage. Stuff like this happens. Not my fault.
"Ooops..." I said as I looked the little naughty ice cube drifting in the middle of my boobs. Fuck if there was one thing I was grateful for to M.me Directeur were my new boobs. I still thought of them as 'new' even if more than two months had since passed. I had completed my initial training and working as a nurse was so fucking nice! My colleagues were kind, and some of them downright foxy! I could barely restrain myself to eat their boobs with my eyes. Sometimes I wanted to do that literally. I mean I'm not a lesbian but can you say no to a pair of enhanced, perfectly round boobs on a slim, cute girl? I certainly can't! And they were also a bit jealous. M.me Directeur really showed off her best work on my enhanced chest.
I was enhanced. Bettered. It was so fucking good.
Coming back to the ice cube in the middle of my boobs, the guy finally got the memo and with trembling fingers took it away, but not before his fingers brushed against my skin.
"...ah!" I let out a small moan.
"There. It's gone," the guy said, putting the ice cub away.
"My saviour," I thanked him, leaning forward so that his eyes could do what the ice cube used to.
"Hey are those... are those real?"
Hhhm, he was getting bold. I liked that.
"What makes you think those are real, hhhm?" I said, cupping them. "No, they are not. Silicone. Six hundred ccs each. I got them just two months ago My tits are brand new."
He smiled.
"They are great! Who did..."
"They come from Chateau Rouge," I answered.
"From Cha-... whoa! That's awesome! Isn't that incredible place with all the hot nurses?"
I nodded.
"Yeah I work there. I'm one of those nurses."
His smile turned into a grin.
"That's two of my fetishes in one."
I grinned back, leaning a little forward still, puckering my lips.
"So... my tits are still new. Wanna try them out?"
I never knew titfucking could feel so good. Not just for the receiving party. There's just something magical about a big nice hard cock between my nice, big, hard fake tits. I could never get into this with my old natural boobs because there was just so little to play with, and it didn't feel so good, or good at all. Now, instead, I felt everything on my skin, maybe because my tits had become more sensitive ever since M.me Directeur got them done, or maybe due to some other reason, I don't know. What I know is that it felt so fucking good.
Just as sucking cock felt so good. There was just something fun in wrapping my new enlarged lips around his cock, and sucking like there was no tomorrow. They were a lot better at the job that they had been before, or maybe I was just getting into it. Part of the reason was the guy was putty in my hands. He was so turned on by my enhanced looks I could literally do anything to me.
Fuck that's a rush. That's power.
Now I understood why M.me Directeur had them done so big. One thousand and one hundred ccs. Now that's impressive. In comparison, I thought as the guy's dick pushed in and out of my boobs, I was a little flat-chested. I mean, there's as much difference between mine and M.me's than there's between mine and my old boobs, and look at how good my tits turned out!
Maybe Julie was right. Maybe I was catching a bit of boobie greed. Soo soon?
The guy trembled and came in my mouth, and that became a thought for another day.
"Amelie?"
I blinked.
Angelique, dressed in her black nurse uniform, looked at me with a slight frown.
"Are you okay?"
"Yes, yes I just... dozed off for a moment. I was thinking about some stuff."
"I get it but please stay focused we're at work here."
"Of course. Sorry."
Angelique turned towards our patient, a nice brunette woman, twenty-two. She was looking at the breast implants we were showing her. Maybe this was the reason I was getting distracted, other than thinking about the other night's titty fucking action. Maybe Angelique also enjoyed the same stuff? It would be a shame if she didn't. With those wonderful tits it would be a waste.
The brunette girl put two implants into her bra, checking them out as she put her shirt back on. They were good, and gave her a little more projection, making her look a little more mature, but it was lame. I mean, who goes to Chateau Rouge of all places and spends thousands only to sport a C cup? Or a large B, in cases? That was out of this world. If it was up to me, the girl would have gotten what I did, and come out of our care with a nice pair of DD-cups. Maybe more. But I was not the nurse in charge here, and Angelique was too much of a dear to say anything.
"They look good," the girl said, pushing against her implants. Seriously? They were 300 ccs. High grade, of course, as we only use the best stuff, but just 300 ccs? That would give her, what? A cup and a half more? Maybe two?
"But of course," Angelique encouraged her. "If you like the size, we can-"
"You know, you should go a little bigger," I found myself saying.
Maybe it was because I was getting hot. Maybe because this innocent-looking girl, with her large brown eyes, looked at me like a doe. So she wanted her tits to be bigger. She wanted to fuck. She wanted to look irresistible. Well there were rules on that. "It's just that most women find themselves regretting not going bigger after a few months," I explained. Angelique did not look pleased, but I pushed through. "And so if you want that look maybe you should consider at least 50 ccs more. Maybe a hundred."
The girl thought it over.
"Are you sure?"
The sight of this doe-like girl asking me for advice on how to expand her chest was almost more than I could withstand. Gripping the ledger I carried with me (something from my old life that I wanted to keep in this new one), I nodded, smiling. "Of course. Sometimes I also wish I had gone bigger."
The girl's gaze fell upon my own boobs. I arched my back to show them off a little better.
"Can I try those?" The girl pointed at the pair of 450 ccs implants.
I grinned.
"You should!" I handed them her new implants.
Fuck life was good.
So good that in those two months the thought of the real reason I went undercover in the first place, the reason I put my whole job at risk, and ended up losing it, looking for Marianne... slowly disappeared.
This would have some consequences, pretty soon.
From sleuth to *WOMAN*, our Amelie has grown so much! I hope you enjoyed the sexy action in this chapter, together with the effects of the slow corruption this whole experience is having on our Amelie's tastes and mind. Soon she'll be the one to advice girls on which size they should choose!
Also, I'd like to make a quick announcement: I just published on Smashword a new story. If you like bimbofication, implants and nerds getting their due revenge, you might want to check it out! Also readers of my story Virtual Cosmetic Surgery might find more than a few similarities, beyond the fake tits. If you enjoyed that one you're most likely to enjoy this one too!
PSA over, I hope you have a great week, and to see you all soon on Tuesday!