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“Hey you,” she said in her best sultry tone.
“Brooke…you look… incredible.”
“Thanks. Thought I’d try something new for you. Not looking so bad yourself,” Brooke said as she gave him a light peck on the cheek and grabbed his hand.
“So where are we going?”
“Well, there’s a spot I’d like to try down on the water if that works for you?” Taylor asked.
“Sounds great! I need more fresh air in my life anyway.” The two set off toward the beach hand in hand. Brooke looked like an absolute bombshell: Her tits stuffed into that tiny sweater looking clearly fake and on the verge of busting out the front, long flowing skirt swirling around her in the cool evening breeze capped off with her tortoise shell glasses. She was a vision. She’d even gone far enough to add a little makeup to the tops of her boobs to give the implants more contrast and a shiny appearance, a tip Jenna had given her. She was turning heads left and right. Taylor was a decent enough looking guy, wearing a navy cotton polo with chinos and flip flops but the two of them together seemed unbalanced. People assumed he was either sporting a rocket down south or had a bank account that had financed the huge fake tits next to him.
Each step Brooke took sent a shockwave through her chest. Taylor tried not to look every few seconds but his peripheral vision kept catching that ripple through her tits.
“How the hell am I going to make it through tonight without flashing a boner?” he thought to himself. It was probably hopeless.
The two walked for about ten minutes before arriving at their destination: A little beachside brew pub with outdoor seating called Oceanside Brewing.
“Hey I called earlier to make a reservation. It’s under Taylor Radford,” Taylor said. The hostess didn’t respond.
“Hey…hello?” he said again waving his hand. The hostesses eyes were locked on Brooke’s chest. Brooke knew it and was feeding into it. She turned to the side pretending she didn’t notice the eyes locked on her new additions and took a deep breath accentuating the profile and projection. Taylor caught himself looking as well.
“I’m sorry. What did you say?”
“I said I have a reservation.”
“The Name?”
“Taylor. Radford,” Taylor replied a little frustrated.
“Ah yes. Table for two? Follow me this way,” and she lead them to the patio. Taylor took his seat across from Brooke. Now that they were sitting across from each other he really had his work cut out for him. How could he not stare? Her absurd cleavage was staring him right in the face. The two buttons on the front of the sweater were clearly struggling to keep the goods beneath held in. Her big, inflated tits just begging to be set free. The glasses added an aura that not only was she absolute eye candy but she might also be the girl in the corner doing the crossword puzzle.
“You know it’s ok if you look right?” Brooke said catching Taylor off guard.
“I’m sorry was I staring? I didn’t mean to I was just…”
“Haha Taylor, I’d be insulted if you didn’t look. I mean, I did kinda put them on full display. How could I expect you to keep you eyes on above the chest all night? I’d have to question your manhood. And honestly…” and she moved in closer bringing her voice down to whisper.
“I dressed this way so you would look. I like feeling your eyes on my body.” If Taylor hadn't neem blushing before he definitely was now. Just then the waiter walked up to break the silence.
“Hey guys have you had a chance to look at the menu?” Before Taylor could snap out of his trance, Brooke was giving her order.
“I’ll have the Imperial IPA with a a double Bourbon on the rocks to back,” she said. Taylor was shocked. How could this girl be so awesome? IPAS? Bourbon? THOSE tits? He had to pinch himself quickly to make sure he was awake.
“Make it two,” he said.
“Sounds good, guys. I’ll be back in a few with your drinks,” and the waiter slipped away.
“So, not to keep talking boobs but I need your advice.”
“Oh yeah? Feel free to “bounce” any ideas off me,” he said with a smirk realizing how dumb his joke was. Brooke pinched him with a grin.
“Well, this entire process has been incredibly eye opening. Not just for the sake of my “research” but I feel so much better about myself. That being said, Dr. Haskins said I can add more saline in two weeks. Should I? I mean I know I want to but is it too soon?”
“Would you be comfortable with those…bigger? Physically that is.”
“I think so. I mean honestly I always hear about people having back pain and all but if anything I’ve had better posture than ever before. And I won’t lie, I constantly think about what it’d be like bigger. People are staring a lot now. What would happen if I added 400 more ccs? Or maybe he can fit 500 this time?”
“Does it bother you when people stare?”
“Can I be honest?”
“Of course”
“I love it when people look. I’ve always been someone who has made an active effort to fly below the radar but now…I dunno. There’s something about the idea that people are staring at something I did. I MADE the choice to blow up my tits this big. No one made me do it. And I love the power of that. Nature didn’t bless me in that way and because of that I feel like I’ve awakened this feeling of spite where I want everyone to know BECAUSE nature didn’t give me boobs I’m going to take control and keep inflating these things bigger and bigger. The size, shape, the way I dress…these are all decisions I get to control. I want to know how far it can go.” Brooke and Taylor were staring each other dead in the eye. Taylor looked overwhelmed and Brooke felt like she finally had an incredibly epiphany.
“Brooke, you’re an incredible person. If this is something you not only want to do but ENJOY doing? You have to go for it. I dunno what THIS is and honestly you could have any guy you want but I’m here for you every step of the way. Whatever you need. If you need to vent? Call me. If you need a ride from the Doctor’s office? I’m there. If, and I won’t hold my breathe but you need wardrobe advice, I’m DEFINITELY there.” Taylor replied with a smile. Brooke smiled back. Just then their drinks arrived. Taylor grabbed his whiskey and held it up to toast.
“Here’s to beautiful women chasing their dreams of bigger boobs and the dumb, lucky guys who get to tag along for the ride,” Taylor said and the two clinked glasses.
The night continued as well as it had begun. The two talked effortlessly as they worked through two rounds of drinks, then a third, then a fourth. Before Brooke knew it, she was feeling very buzzed.
“Whadya say we make our way back? Not sure I can handle another whiskey and IPA. Forgot it’s a bad idea to sling beers when my stomach is completely exposed. God I hope I don’t look fat and if I do just pretend I’m skinny,” Brooke said. Taylor grabbed the check and despite Brooke’s efforts to split it covered the bill on his own.
By the time they wandered back to their condo complex, the convo had gone quiet. Taylor was now getting nervous. Should he kiss her? What if he messed things up? She was too awesome not to see again. They arrived at her door.
“I guess this is goodnight,” he said.
“Goodnight? No no, you. I need to show you something first.” and she grabbed him by the hand and lead him into her living room.
“You’ve been such a nice guy. You haven’t pressured me at all and for that I’m grateful. Because of that you get a gift. I want you to undo my top button,” Brooke said and she backed up against the wall, put her foot up halfway so her one knee stood out. Taylor was fighting not to smile. He reached forward and slowly undid the button. An immense amount of new tit flesh sprang into view. They were so round and so clearly fake. They looked so hot.
“Now, I want you to undo the last one. But no touching,” Brooke said with a look like a teacher scolding a student. She was still pressed firmly against the wall. Taylor slowly reached out and grasped the button in his fingers and slid the button through the hole. The small sides of the sweater fell away and her huge, round tits sprang into full view. Taylor was mesmerized. Her 1300cc implants looked big when covered up but exposed they somehow seemed to gain size. The roundness and projection defied every possible argument that there was anything natural about them.
Brooke stood there, foot still pressed against the wall staring Taylor in the eyes, loving feeling his eyes admiring her chest. She let him stare for about 30 seconds before reaching out with both hands, grabbing his hands and moving them up to her chest. She moved his hands over her breasts in the motions that she wanted, covering every inch of surface created from the saline now stuffed in her chest. She was in ecstasy. Her eyes closed and her head rolled back in pleasure. Just then she felt Taylor pull her face down and he locked onto her lips.
Taylor pressed Brooke against the wall, running his hands over her body. She was naked from the waist up but her skirt was still on. She wrapped her legs around his waist.
“I want you on the floor and I want it now,” she said more seriously than she’d ever spoken to him. Taylor brought her gently down and instead of trying to finagle her skirt off, pushed it up. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath. With expert motion, she’d whipped his belt off and unbuttoned his pants in seconds. Before he knew it he was deep inside her, thrusting slowly but intensely. He propped his body up with one arm and created enough space between their bodies so he could watch her tits shaking with each thrust. They moved in sync with their hips, looking so big and unnatural on her body. His eyes were locked on her tits and her eyes were locked on him. She was turned on knowing that he was fucking her while fantasizing about her very own tits.
“What’re you thinking about, baby,” she said
“You. Your huge fucking tits”
“Oh yeah? you like em?”
“Yeah baby they’re so fucking hot. Watching them shake every time I thrust deeper into you...”
“Would you like them more if they were bigger?”
“Tell me how big.”
“Think of me at 1800ccs. 500ccs bigger than I am. That much more of me and my tits to bounce for you and play with. And then…”
“And then?”
“That’s only the next fill. What if I add 600 the next time? That would nearly double my size. Would you like that baby? Twice the size of these tits for you to stare at, play with and fuck me while watching them bounce?”
“You’re so fucking incredible!” Taylor moaned. Watching Taylor fantasize, knowing it was about her started to push Brooke to the brink. She grabbed him by the hips and forced him deeper into her. The two were in ecstasy
Within seconds her nails were digging into his back as they both reached climax. They laid their, sweaty bodies next to each other panting.
“That was…fire,” said Taylor.
“When can I see you next?”
“Not until after my next fill up,” and Brooke bounced onto her feet and into her bedroom. Taylor heard the shower turn on. He laid there for a second wondering what he was supposed to do. He started gathering his clothes when he heard Brooke’s voice.
“What’re you doing?”
“I was gonna go. You said you didn’t want to see me until…”
“No no no. Drop your stuff and get your ass in the shower. We’re not done yet. You’re gonna fuck me again but this time, you’re doing all the talking. What do you like about my tits?” she said playfully and she wandered back into the bathroom. Taylor dropped his clothes and sprinted after her.