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More than to her eyes, Marie couldn’t believe to her hands. As she tentatively brushed her fingers against her new tits, she couldn’t believe she was actually touching her new, and quite fake-looking, breasts. They must be… something like a D-cup, something she never dreamed she would grow into. She liked her natural breasts, thank you, and the inert, squishy mass she felt pushing back as she pushed her breasts together… it was such an odd feeling, to know there was something inside her breasts, making them stand out so out and round and proud, her nipples topping them, already so hard and strained in pleasure.
And her new tits were so tender, or so tender indeed… Marie touched her left one (for research purposes only, of course) and the pleasure ran from her nipple and fleshy tit in mind-numbing waves, coiling around her brain and back and dripping down towards her pussy. Marie pushed her thighs against each other in a vain attempt at stopping the flow, but she couldn’t.
Marie walked about and looked at herself in the mirror. Her new breasts didn’t sag, and bounced only a little, as if they made the smallest concessions to gravity, the material inside them keeping unnaturally perky. They were so outlandish contrasted with her thin waist and slender legs, giving her the look of a girl who had to go under the knife to achieve such a look… no way those were natural or could pass for natural.
Marie felt flush coming up to her cheeks. Oh, she was in such deep trouble! Whatever happened, she had to hide them, or have the removed, or do something… anything. Understanding how this even happened… she pinched her side to see if this was a dream or reality.
Both the painful pinch and the weight that strained her new tits proved her wrong.
It wasn’t that bad a feeling, Marie decided as she began covering herself up with layer after layer of clothes: a shirt, then another shirt, then a blouse, then an old-looking sweater… in an attempt to disguise her new tits, with little to no success. It wasn’t a bad feeling having big tits, and maybe a small part of her liked them… a little.
But they were heavy and too big! Maybe half a cup more would have been good, give boys something to squeeze and have fun with other than her butt cheeks, but this was too much… and too soon… and too unnatural! Oh, why fake tits? She hated plastic, and she would never do anything like that to herself.
After all, and this is now the moment to take a small break to see what our beloved Marie thought about beautification and specifically breast implants, Marie always hated the thought and believe women who went under the knife to be shallow, unsecure, and unsatisfied. This is important, other than because she’d soon change her mind. for reasons that will soon be clear, mostly because André Rodin, her idiotic, loser, wanker of a brother, opened the door right in that moment.
“Mar-whoa!” he exclaimed, seeing his sister and her new additions.
“You pervert!” Marie screamed as she covered up her chest with one arm, the other going down to take one shoe off and throwing it at André: “Get out!”
André, who was quicker in bed than he was with his reflexes, got twenty-five centimetres of plastic and foam right in the middle of the face, throwing him out of balance and against the door.
“I said get out!” Marine exchanged arms and got ready to throw her other shoe.
“W-wait! I came because I heard you screaming! I want to help!”
Marie stopped for a moment, but only barely. She frowned.
“Help? How can you help me! I’m a monster!”
“I… uh, I don’t think you are a monster.”
“Shut up,” Marie said, sitting on the bed and gathering blankets to cover up her torso, so that she now looked more like an angry pudding, shivering in shock and anger. André tried the slow approach and stood up, his palms stretched out.
“Okay, now please calm down and tell me wha-”
“Don’t tell me to calm down!”
“All right, all right, just… just tell me what happened.”
Uncomfortable silence filled the room. Marie saw André throwing a few quick glances at the screen of his phone. What a brat, he couldn’t even stay focused while talking to his sister… yet, he was the only one available, and if she called her friends from school she would never heard the end of it. Maybe, just maybe, just for this one time… André could be trusted.
“André.”
“Yes!” He said, pushing the phone deep into his pocket.
“You have to promise to stay calm.” Marie herself wasn’t calm in the slightest, so having her idiot brother get all flustered over what had happened, whatever the cause, was not how she wanted to solve this.
“I… I promise. Of course. Why wouldn’t I stay calm. What’s even not to stay calm for? I mea-”
“André.”
“I’ll shut up now.”
“Better.”
Slowly, Marie took off her blankets.
André was praying for time to stop, or at least slow down. At least allow him to enjoy these moments to the fullest, so that, on his deathbed he could come back to them and enjoy them enjoy them so much, and die hard and satisfied.
His sister’s tits had actually become two fake globes, sitting high and proud on her chest, stretching the sweater so that it showed how busty she now was. They weren’t huge, but they were so new and so unlikely onto her lithe form to show they couldn’t possibly be home-grown. He was trying to keep his dick at bay, taking slow breaths, but how could he while his sister was showing him her new enhanced melons?
Whatever remained of his pulverized conscience after the silicone nuke hit it minutes before tried to tell him it wasn’t right to lust after his sister that way, but its voice was far and distant, and the voice that told him, yes, Marie was now in possession of two big fake knockers and she was showing them right to him was much much stronger.
André barely held onto dear life and sanity as his sister nested her new fake breasts into her arms, partially hiding them but also making the bulge up and out. It was such a fantastic sight, to see how small her hands now appeared against her upgraded chest.
“I really don’t know what to say,” his sister say, looking down at her new busty form, “they just sort of, like, grew on their own.”
“Yeah.”
Marie frowned. Shit! André tried for a quick save. “I-I mean, yeah, it must have been, eeeh, odd. Don’t know what to say. Never heard of anything like that.”
Marie, luckily, didn’t seem to understand what he meant. Ah, and how could she? Until ten minutes before, an actual app to actually change people’s actual bodies was science fiction, magic, superstition, folk tales and make-believe.
And now it was in the palm of his hand.
A part of his mind, a part that seemed to pulse and grow larger with each second his eyes were glued to Marie’s new tits, wondered how she would look were she a cup bigger. Or two…
But better not to show it in front of her, no.
And by the way there was always the reverse button, so it wasn’t like it was permanent. Sadly.
“How do you feel,” André asked, still trying to not think how good those puppies would look with a little more silicone pumped into them, just to make Marie even more hot-looking.
“It’s strange,” Marie said, pushing against her breasts slightly. “They are still kinda soft, but there’s this mass inside them… makes them firm.”
“Can I touch them,” André asked, his tongue quicker than his mind. But by that time, his mind had been reduced to reptilian brain on a stick, so we can’t really blame him.
“What? No! How can you even suggest something like that?”
“I’m sorry, it’s just… you sounded in pain.” It wasn’t even remotely true, but if it helped save André’s ass, all the better.
“In pain? They do feel a little tender…”
“Maybe it’s because… the implant is still fresh? Maybe if you massage them?”
“Massage? Like how?”
“Like this,” André mimed kneading in front of him, in large inwards circles. “A few times. See if it makes it better.” It was a far shot, but it might be that if the implants grew inside the breast, they might need a bit of time to settle. After all, women massaged their new breasts even without the need of an impossible app, didn’t they.
“Well…” Marie began to slowly massage her breasts. André looked her tits being pushed against each other bulge up and out, and then as Marie’s hands passed beneath them, relax and fall back, but not too much. The silicone inside them prevented them to be pushed around too much. Ah, what an incredible sight. Marie’s face in the meantime, was getting redder.
André’s phone pinged. He took it out of his pocket. The app’s interface said
Thank you for your first trial of Virtual Cosmetic Surgery! Upgrade coming soon! Whatever. he’d think about it later… now he wanted to enjoy his sister’s new tits. André tapped on the screen to dismiss the message, but he tapped a little to hard, or maybe his grip was a little weak after watching Marie’s new boobs, or maybe most of his bloodstream had already migrated, but all in all, the end result was André’s phone falling on the floor, skidding right against Marie’s left foot.
André jumped to catch it, but Marie’s boobs weren’t large enough to block the sight from above.
André managed to take the phone in his hands, but as he stood up he saw the look in Marie’s eyes.
They were livid.
Her mouth opened in a silent scream as she let go of blankets and stood up against André. Slowly she raised her hand.
“Why is there my face on your phone?”
“Uh, eh, oh, I-,” convincingly articulated André. For some reason, his defence didn’t seem to reach his sister’s ears as she darted forward to snatch the phone out of his reach. Still, André held it up high.
“What’s this,” his sister seethed through clenched teeth.
“Nothing! It’s nothing! Let me go!”
“Give me the phone!”
“No!”
Marie launched herself forward. André, you see, was betrayed. Years spent jacking off on inflated tits and silicone busts made him ill-prepared for the moment when Marie’s new and improved breasts impacted against his chest. André felt silicone tits against his chest for the first time in his life, their rounded largeness, their firmness, unyielding softness as they were.
André lost his grip on the phone. Marie took it.
A few seconds later, André was back with us, sporting an erection that somehow managed to resist under his sister’s furious gaze as she held the phone against him.
“What. Is. This.”
André was, to say the least, in a pickle.
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