Really appreciate everyone's patience. Traveling nonstop and as much as I'd love to work on this mid-flight, it's probbaaaably not the most socially acceptable. The upside is I'm off to St. Thomas for a few weeks for some R&R. Can't imagine there won't be some creative influence there. Anyway, here's the latest. Hope it lives up to expectations as always. Comments, recommendations etc always welcome. Thanks for sticking with me
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Brooke’s latest changes were the hardest to adjust to. She wasn’t in shock like she’d been the last time she’d seen her bigger chest and artificial lips but her new face still felt unfamiliar. The changes to her cheeks, although modest, felt like the person looking at her in the mirror was someone else and it constantly caused her to pause and digest who she was seeing. Her chest was now so dominant It was the forethought of every outfit and determined even how she’d lounge around her condo.
Brooke realized letting Jenna take control of her last fill-up was probably a bit on the crazy side and given her tits’ now extremely overfilled appearance, she’d probably found close to her limit. The veins were now incredibly visible and the skin that had once been nearly flat and bland from housing nonexistent breasts was now stretched to such an extreme that the appearance was perpetually shiny and smooth. The surface area had essentially increased exponentially from its original form.
As she stood there, staring at herself in the mirror, she pulled up her phone to compare her changes. She found a pic she’d taken after her first fill and the difference in size was almost laughable. Not only did her current size dwarf her first fill but her nipples had stretched an inch or two, mostly from top to bottom, as the bags of saline stuffed in her chest had been filled over the past few months.
Brooke never thought she’d be in this position or this person, for that matter. She’d started her journey so bland and cynical but now, the person staring back with these extremely overfilled implants stuffed in her chest, lips pouty and swollen from fillers and angled cheek bones was just someone different entirely. The person she was seeing was a physical manifestation of who, deep down, she’d always fantasized about being: someone who turned heads and who guys lusted after. She wanted to be wanted and she’d absolutely reached that point. The size of her chest may have ended up a bit more extreme than she’d anticipated but she’d enjoyed her growth and progression, even when it’d been painful and scary. Her ever-growing fan base had provided more validation of her decisions than she’d ever considered but the part that made her feel that all of this, putting her body through extreme changes to essentially become a walking billboard of desire, was her wild and spontaneous sexual endeavors. She loved the look from men as she let her overfilled tits free from the confines of whatever top had been given the impossible task of trying to keep them in. Hearing men in absolute ecstasy, trying to meet her demands of praising her enormous chest while she rhythmically worked their cock or while they moved deep inside her had become memories she’d draw on constantly to send tingles through her body.
But today, despite having spent close to an hour staring at herself, letting her hands gently explore her contours as if she was seeing herself for the first time, she wanted something that felt comfortable. She began thinking about how she’d been out of touch with her hobbies and had become totally self absorbed. Of course her site and social media exploding wasn’t helping. Today, she wanted to be a nerd and she knew exactly where to go. In a feeble attempt to cover up her monstrous fake tits, she threw on an oversized zip-up hoodies and headed out.
Brooke stood there, third in line, casually scanning the store. She knew the few heads that bobbed around the aisles were all trying to get the best angle to stare at her figure without trying to seem too obvious. She smiled a little to herself. It was kind of cute. By the time it was her turn at the register, the other patrons had mostly cleared out. The employee working the register, Phil based on his name tag, was skinny and looked like he didn’t get into the sun much. His thick glasses and messy hair screamed that he wasn’t someone who had much of a social life. Without knowing who was in line, he instinctively said “next” but was immediately caught off guard when he saw Brooke standing there. Brooke gave him a little smile before placing a stack of video games on the counter but he remained still. His eyes had strayed from her glowing face down to her chest and stopped. Brooke followed his gaze down and realized her zipper had mostly come undone to the bottoms of her tits and an incredible amount of cleavage was showing. She looked back trying to catch his gaze but he was clearly in shock. Instead of zipping up, the devilish side of her took over and she slowly unzipped it a little more.
“You know, it’s ok to look,” she said. He turned beat red as his senses came back and he began fumbling with the stack of games. As if he’d lost the use of his hands, he sent the pile flying in all directions. Brooke chuckled and bent down to lend the poor guy a hand. She leaned down to pick one up just as Phil did and he was gifted with a close up of the true enormity of her fake tits teasing from inside her hoodie.
The two rose and stood back at the counter. As Phil fumbled with every possible aspect of ringing up her items, Brooke spoke up.
“Hey Phil, can I ask you a question?”
“Um…yeah ok.” He squeaked back.
“What games are people into these days? Like, what could I play online head-to-head with someone?”
“Well PUBG and Fortnite are the biggest but they’re not exactly head-to-head. Do you like sports?”
“I love sports!”
“Fifa is always a good place to start. Madden, Mortal Kombat, Street Fighter...”
“I think I have all but Street Fighter. Can you add that in?” she asked as sweetly as possible. Phil walked around to the far wall of the store, grabbed the game and walked back, tossing it on the counter.
“On the house” he said trying to flirt as best as possible but stared directly at her tits, making things more awkward.
“Awww you’re the sweetest!” Brooke replied smiling. Phil threw everything into a bag and handed her her receipt. As she was walking out, Brooke scoped the store to make sure no one was around. She turned back to the counter
“Hey Phil?” she said. Phil pretended to turn to look at her as if he wasn’t already staring at her ass as she walked out. As his eyes fell on her, she unzipped her hoodie completely and thrust her incredible tits out and gave them a shake. She smiled and zipped it back up.
“Find me online.” she said and walked out.
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Two weeks later
Brooke sat at her massive TV screen with a headset on and controller in hand. She was wearing an incredibly tight V-neck that showed off an incredible amount of cleavage. Her lips had been freshly filled and looked swollen and luscious. She’d added more filler to her cheeks as well which now made her face appear incredibly defined. She’d complimented the changes with significant makeup but not enough to make her look too trashy… just enough to make her look radiant and as sexy as possible. Her hair was pulled to the side in a loose ponytail and of course, she was wearing her go-to tortoise-shell glasses.
She’d created a Twitch account to live stream her adventures in gaming, which her laptop was currently showing. Brooke eyed herself on the screen, admiring the beauty in focus. Her cleavage was incredible but, considering she’d purposely had her tits blown up to their current size, decided she could use a little more and tugged the front of her shirt down a little more.
“Perfect”, she thought to herself. Just then her phone lit up. She opened it and saw a message from a number she was unfamiliar with but she knew who it was. The text included a gamer tag and the message “holy shit you’re a living fantasy. Can we do the white cocktail dress?” Brooke smiled. She knew exactly what he was looking for. She slipped off screen and into her room.
Brooke walked over to her now vast selection of clothes. Some ranged from comfortable, tailored flannel whose shape and buttons could hold her enormous chest in while others were tops that would barely fit around the circumference of her 2850cc implants and teased at hardly covering her nipples.
Over the past few weeks Brooke had asked her fans how she could interact with them online without going full on cam-girl. She wanted to be desired and have her followers praise her like the sexy bombshell that she now was but wasn’t interested in showing off too much. One fan had recommended just live-streaming her gaming on Twitch. The response was more than she’d anticipated. After a week of comments on her site raving about how incredible it was watching this plastic goddess merely play video games, one user asked if she’d be up for some competition, to which she agreed. It wasn’t long before her most committed followers were offering her stakes to play a game or two: some offered to buy her clothes, others offered cash. Brooke agreed to just about anything, within reason, just as long as no one captured screen shots and as long as they praised her appearance. Not to her site, but to her directly.
She walked over to her dresses and sifted through until she found the one she was looking for. She pulled her shirt over her head and slipped the dress on in it’s place. It took a minute of adjusting but Brooke was finally able to fit her overfilled fake tits into the top. The dress clearly wasn’t designed for a chest of her magnitude but the taught material and slight shimmer of the fabric made her tits pop, accentuating their full commitment to looking as fake as possible.
She adjusted her ponytail again just to make sure her hair didn’t look too wild before heading back to her seat. Her phone lit up.
“You’re unreal. I’ve never seen anything like you. Your implants...it’s wild to think you’ve been filling them more and more to make them look exactly as you want them to: huge, overfilled, fake…”. Brooke looked at her webcam and gave her sexiest smile. She tilted her head back and thrust her chest out as far as possible, putting as much strain on the fabric containing her incredible breasts as possible. She tossed her hair as flirtatiously as possible before picking up her phone and replying.
“Best to three? What’re the stakes?”
“You win, I buy you the Chanel handbag on your wishlist. I win, you slowly untie the halter on your dress, stare directly into the camera and squeeze your incredible tits for 30 seconds…”
“I feel like you have more to lose here”, she replied with a smiley face.
“If anything, I’m not risking enough”.
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20 minutes later, game 1 came to an end. The score: 3 - 1. Brooke knew she could’ve easily won but a few glasses of wine had left her feeling sexual and in need of attention.
“You ready?” she messaged.
“Absolutely”.
“First, tell me what you love about my tits,” she replied and slowly started to untie the top.